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Thread: The cabin (Rayn_Chain and I)

Emily seemed to have ignore Arria's request to unbind her hands as she used one hand to force Arria's face down to her womanhood. Slowly Emily started to spread her legs out as she continued to force Arria's head down. Shhhh, your Mistress is trying to feed you and you should eat up Emily replied with a soft voice with a hint deviancy to it. Curiously and without saying a word Emily slowly laid down the riding crop off towards the side. But what was even stranger was that Emily had then slowly untied one of Arria's hands, although she had placed the riding crop just slightly out of reach of Arria's free hand.
Thread: That Wasn't Supposed to Happen ( DudeGuy and iridium248 )

It was time for the operation to begin. For weeks, Bai Lan had been tracking a man they suspected of having information on RAPT that could prove useful in the near future. Sei was tasked with getting that information, and if at all possible, capturing the man. It was quite possible that he had even more information that he could give up after some. . .thorough persuasion. Their task was quite simple - the man had been tracked to a bar near the river front. Meg would be used as a decoy, to seduce and ultimately disable the man quietly. Jo was on standby, and would be awaiting the go-ahead to spring into action and create a disturbance so that the man could be extracted and they could leave. She sat with Amy in the red sports car she used to move around when she did not want to be noticed, as a giant blue trailer would have been a dead giveaway that something was up. Meg was getting into place now, while Jo was lingering around outside of the bar, ready to cause mayhem at the drop of a pin. There was one thing that Sei was worried about though, and that was Meg's annoying knack of getting into trouble in situations like this one. If that happened, there were several contingency plans in place. This was an operation that had to succeed, no matter what happened. Hopefully, things would not reach that point. Conditions here seemed favorable enough. Outside of the usual suspicious characters hanging around, there weren't that many people around. It was usually quiet during this time of night, before people got drunk and decided to start blasting whatever they thought would look better with a few bullets holes and hot lead inside of it. She wasn't all that worried about herself or Amy in this situation, as the windows of the car were bullet proof and the vehicle had a very sturdy build. They would be fine, unless of course, a Cybot decided to use the car as a landing strip or for target practice. Call her conceited, but Sei was more than confident in her driving skills. We're ready whenever you are Meg, she said into the communication decide Amy prepared. Inside of the bar was a very different story. There were people everywhere, smoking, drinking, laughing, have as good of a time as they possibly could. People all over the places were playing drinking games, some seemed to be enjoying a game of Russian Roulette. People who didn't value their lives or the lives of others. This was one of the most dangerous places in Tokyo, not that Tokyo wasn't a dangerous place in and of itself. Of course, they were all armed to the teeth and none of them would hesitate to pull a gun on anyone here. The target was a man they knew only by the name of Tanaka. He was a heavy set man with messy hair that looked to be a bit. . .greasy. It was not at all attractive looking, which would only make it harder for Meg to hit on him than it already would be. A job was a job though. The sooner it was done, the sooner they could get on to doing whatever else Bai Lan needed them to do.listulistu
Thread: That Wasn't Supposed to Happen ( DudeGuy and iridium248 )

Lovely wasn't what Tanaka would have used to describe Meg. No, the red haired young woman was much too beautiful for that. Angelic. That was a word that successfully captured the essence of her . Any woman who was able to look at him and not gag was worthy of the title lovely, but angelic was reserved for a young woman of such magnificence as she. Her face was perfect, her lips were plump and looked as if they were awaiting his own. Luscious was the only word he could use to describe her body. He just couldn't take his eyes off of her as she walked towards him, the dark brown optics following the sway of her hips. As she brushed up against him, he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Just like that, he was under her spell. Oh, no, I'm. . .why don't you have a seat, let me buy you another drink or two, he said. For a man who was so unattractive, who was involved in such shady dealings, Tanaka certainly came across as a gentleman. Then again, it very well could have been an act, a ploy on his part to get her to drop his guard so that he could have his way with her. At this point, he was so enamored with her presence here at his side that he didn't care what he intended on doing. Tonight, there was a good possibility that he would be getting lucky tonight, and he did not want to mess up that possibility by thinking about the situation too much. Jo was a bit anxious now. She stood outside of the bar impatiently tapping her foot. Obviously, she didn't like the fact that Meg was in the bar with the creep who was working with RAPT all alone. If it were up to her, she would have blasted the bar apart to scare the piss out of the man, then threaten his life and force him to give up the information they needed. Sei insisted on not making an enemy out of most of the criminal underworld in Tokyo, which squashed that idea flat. With a visual on Meg now lost, Jo couldn't help but to feel more uneasy. The only thing she could do was wait until Meg gave the signal for them to spring the trap.listu
Thread: That Wasn't Supposed to Happen ( DudeGuy and iridium248 )

Ah Such a gentleman Meg cooed, pressing slim fingers to her lips to stifle a giggle- And oh ick , he really was older than she'd thought, those exquisite tailored clothes not quite hiding his sagging gut...No more than the coiffed hairpiece hid the fact that he was balding...Still, the lovely redhead flashed him a fetching smile as she slid smoothly into the seat, her ponytail snaking against her sleek back, green eyes twinkling with amusement- Sending all the right signals! It was entirely clear that she was either a party girl, or simply slumming it for the night- Looking for Mr. Right Now to take her home, and not particularly caring...As long as there was a good time at the end of it! A measure of amber fluid splashed into a proferred shot-glass, slid eagerly across the table to her And Meg resisted the urge to look around for Jo, reminding herself that her partners were ready to bundle Mr. Tanaka off at the drop of a hat... -On second thought, maybe a drink wouldn't be such a bad idea. She was going to need to be at least a little drunk to pull this off...She lifted her glass, in a brief toast, meeting his gaze again- Then drank, draining it in a single draught, her face going red as the scalding spirit cascaded down her throat! It went down warming, and hit her stomach with a heated glow, spreading and waking up her limbs, muscles and skin tingling.spreading out into her limbs Meg's gaze seemed greener than ever as she stretched, with a low sigh of satisfaction- And it was entirely natural to respond, even as color spread in her face, her motions becoming, without conscious thought, just that little bit more sensual, the tip of her pointed shoe accidentally brushing against his leg
Thread: That Wasn't Supposed to Happen ( DudeGuy and iridium248 )

A woman like Meg was completely out of his league. Tanaka wasn't stupid, he knew that. As entranced as he was by her, there was a part of him that was telling him that he needed to be careful with her. What started out as a night of fun could quickly turn into his worst nightmare. The only way he could know for sure, either way, was to go along with what was happening. He would have his answer soon enough. The man offered her a smile as he took another shot, the alcohol giving him some much needed liquid courage. A few shots later, and he seemed to be in the same state that he had been in when she first bumped into one another. It was clear that Tanaka could hold his liquor, so waiting for him to become plastered would be useless. It would be wise for the plan to move forward soon. So, my dear, how about you and I leave this place? I'm not one to brag, but my place is quite nice. I believe it'd suit your tastes much more than this dump, he said, ignoring the glare that the bar owner was shooting his way. He's taken the bait, Sei said, biting down on her thumbnail. So far, so good. For their sake, she was hoping that things continued as well as they started. For once, it would be nice to complete a job without Cybots destroying parts of town, or unnecessary bloodshed. She would have even liked to avoid expending a single round from a gun, but since the plan called for Jo to turn the bar into a giant bullet hole, she knew that it was impossible for such a thing to happen. Still, there was no denying that Meg had an annoying knack of getting into trouble at the worst possible time. So long as Jo remained close enough to see her, Sei was sure that things would be fine. The bond that the two of them had was a strong one, and she knew that there was no way Jo would let anything happen to Meg. Amy, just in case things don't go well, find out where he lives and get the floor plans. If worst comes to worst, we need to be prepared. Though she had confidence in the skills of all of the girls, she needed to have a back up plan just in case.listu
Thread: That Wasn't Supposed to Happen ( DudeGuy and iridium248 )

Another glass, and the world was looking decidedly better through a warm, liquid haze of alochol- Though Meg was beginning to wonder, now, whether he was really as drunk as he'd initially appeared! It was an effort to concentrate on his words, now The lovely redhead shifted in her seat, fanning herself with a hand- Feeling just a little warm... So, my dear, how about you and I leave this place? I'm not one to brag, but my place is quite nice. I believe it'd suit your tastes much more than this dump, R-e-a-l-l-y? Meg cooed, her deep blue eyes going very wide with mock surprise- Oh, I couldn't possibly she began, hesitantly, biting her lip, and turning away coyly...But then her gaze went back to him, and she giggled. Tanaka-san, you really are too sweet! She clasped her hands with every sign of excitement, her chest heaving against the front of her tight crimson cheongsam as she took a deep breath Those sapphire eyes shimmering, as she turned away coyly...Clearly entirely charmed by his oh-so-obvious wealth! Lounging against the bar- Or at least trying to- Jo swirled her drink, her gloved fingers wrapped around the snifter. God, he's disgusting, the silver-haired beauty muttered. Just be careful, Meg...Be careful... Only the thought that this was a delicate operation prevented her from unleashing absolute small-arms hellfire onto the bar in general and Tanaka in specific...And now she was going to have to watch them walk out, Meg clinging to his arm and giggling, like a trophy- While praying that the others were up to the task... Amy, just in case things don't go well, find out where he lives and get the floor plans. If worst comes to worst, we need to be prepared. Mmmmm? Amy's heels thumped against the side of her seat, the one she'd been distractedly kicking as she fidgeted She'd never had much to do on an operation itself, most of her job coming before or after...And she'd been thrilled to finally be able to go along on one- ...It was just that she'd never expected it to be so, so...boring! All she'd done was to sit there, while Meg chatted up some sleazy guy in a bar... Hai-hai, obaa-chan she chirped, her brown eyes sparking- At least she'd have something to do now, instead of just sitting here! The bell affixed to her pastel-pink blouse and shorts chimed as Amy rested her laptop on her knees, unreeling the thin cable of the fiber-optic wire...And a recent new addition, the VR headset! It was bleeding-edge tech...One that let the user dive into the system itself, and slip effortlessly through the datastream- But not without some risks, like being entirely more vulnerable...Not that it mattered to Amy, one of the best hackers in the world! Here I go! she announced, slipping the visor over her eyes- Then, quite abruptly, she went limp, as the world faded, filling with the swirling blue data of the 'Net...
Thread: The Ten Elements Journal

Currently I will be posting info for the book I'm writing called Reset, involving every type of race you can imagine. I don't have anything to put on at the moment since I'm not at the correct computer, but I will soon. -O.O.L.
Thread: The Ten Elements Journal

The Ten Elements that make up the Universe Fire - A calm, crackling heat that could burn other Respective Elements, especially Time and Blood. Lightning - A quick, painful Element that can harm the Water Element. Water - A soft flowing Element that can distinguish Fire can be harmed by Lightning. Earth - A solid, hard Element that is a great defense not affected by Lightning, but can be broken down by Water. Blood - The life-force Element of all things generally makes others unstable. Immortality - All mythical races carry a fragment of this Element allows them to live longer and heal faster. Time - Without this Element, the past, present, and future would not be distinguishable. Space - Also referred as matter and antimatter. Creates mass and weight for all things, with the exception of the paranormal. Darkness - Known commonly as the Evil Element. Creates shadows and slightly uses Space can hurt by Light extensively.
Thread: The Ten Elements Journal

The Vampire Lords Fire - Donovan dePyre Lightning - Ruki Hellsing Vie Brode III Water - Persov Earth - Ashlance Quarl MIA Blood - Lillith Desdemona Von Ulf Immortality - Neos Time - Friedrich Wilhelm Bernhard Space - Arikado Faust MIA Darkness - Damion Haste Battosai
Thread: The Ten Elements Journal

The Supreme Lord Information Lord Sephiroth - Lord of Fire created Fire Core and Kitsunes. Vessel is Shaymer Alexander, born on Fire Core, the Fire Planet. Race is Kitsune. Lady Electga - Lady of Lightning created Venor and Wing Hybrids. Vessel is Ruki, born on Earth. Race is Vampire. Lady Taia - Lady of Water created Alistia and Magic. Vessel is Sutziem, born in Angels Realm, the Heaven on Earth. Race is Angel. Lady Eve - Lady of Earth created Earth and Humans. Vessel is Tsuki race is Human. Lord Varfel - Lord of Blood created Bloodlust and Vampires. Vessel is Lucius Caine Ulf Battosai, born on Earth. Race is Dhampir. Lord Chaos - Lord of Immortality created Styx and Elves. Vessel is Neos, created on Earth. Race is ElfVampire hybrid. Lord Nexus - Lord of Time created and Centaurs. Vessel is Xame, born on Earth. Race is Dracomancer. Lord Alucard - Lord of Space created Charon and Dragons. Vessel is possibly Arikado Faust Battosai. Race is Vampire. Lord Dakol - Lord of Darkness created Equinax and Demons. Vessel Dairiku Battosai. Race is Dhampir. Lord Light - Lord of Light created Suns and Angels. Vessel is Tetsu. Race is Human.
Thread: At the end of the world. {octo x missedstations}

Ion captured his target a short way out of the town. Their race had left clouds of dirt shimmering in the moonlight, nothing but the thud of boots echoing through the silent valley. He had known that he and the target could have continued the chase clear over the Badlands if he didn't put a stop to it soon and in a sudden burst of energy and grappled the man to the ground. A rusted sliver of metal, not a real knife but just a scrap with a sharpened edge, appeared in Ion's hand. Digging a knee into the targets back and arching his neck back, Ion dragged the makeshift weapon across the exposed throat. Ion wasn't merciful and had no knowledge of honor, but he did not delight in the pain of others. He just had no compulsion against against killing fellow humans. Well, he assumed he was human. Even before the Cataclysm he hadn't been sure. Ion was built like humans, tall and with the sun blasted dark skin of the Badlands. His eyes, though, were an uncommonly striking shade of bright, falcon like yellow were set deep in his face. He was weathered and could have been anywhere from twenty to fifty, but was stil lean of muscle and strong of thigh. Dropping the target turned corpse's head he raised himself to a crouch above the body. Unflinchingly he patted down the body, collected valuable items. And unvaluable items. A string of bullets, a lump of hard cheese, a pair of dice, a pair of pliers, a knife, a big handgun and a breasplate all disappeared about Ion's body. He was not a bandit, more a scavenger. The man had already been fairly drunk before a bar brawl fighter had played naughts and crosses on his stomach with a broken bottle. Ion had just collected what wasn't going to be used and put the man out of his misery. It was service, really. Standing fully now, he peered down at the body for a moment, dark blood muddying the sand and eyes peering lifelessly at the horizon. With the nod of a craftsmen at a job well done he turned and walked away, boots silent as the moonlight. Without thinking he circumnavigated the town and steered for parts unknown. Far off he swore he could smell the faint hint of cooking. Pausing, Ion swiveled his head curiously from side to side. Homing in on the scent, and now spotting the subdued glitter of a distance camp fire, Ion changed direction through the whispy scrub toward it. There was the faintest rustle of cloth against cloth, branches brushed aside, but littler more than that. Crouching again a several yards from their small clearing, Ion looked at the pair. A young boy, lay comfortabley against an older man and seemingly delicious scents wafted toward Ion. Any food was delicious to him, no matter what or how old it was. Company though... He wasn't overly keen on company, but he'd do nearly anything for food. With that in mind, he inched forward until he was was nearly in the clearing, the fire dancing eerily over his hawk-like features. He coughed in a surprisingly civilized manner.
Thread: At the end of the world. {octo x missedstations}

It was hard to sneak up on them even before their guest announced himself, Alexander had reached for his gun, and the boy for his knife. The boy straightened up a little, a tiny hint of tension in his frame. Alexander was better than that, he seemed to show no reaction at all. Still sitting on the ground, wrapped in his coat, with the gun suddenly in his lap. They may not have had anything edible left to steal, but their clothes and equipment could still fetch a decent price. But one man, they could deal with that. The boy stood up at the cough, setting his cup down, as if it was permission to allow the existence of the stranger in his narrow world. The knife he held was sharp steel, made before the Cataclysm. People had feared climate change, nuclear war, pandemic, but instead reality had simply cracked . Suddenly the weather was unreliable, the winds led nowhere, roads led to strange imaginary places. There were plenty of things less human than Ion both of them judged the stranger human enough not to attack immediately. 'We have nothing you want, fuck off,' Alexander said. Hospitality was not his strong point. It had taken him months to get used to the boy's presence, and he didn't particularly want more people. If he did, he was sure he could have found a place to stay, to live, to grow old. Instead, he was growing old on the road his face was wrinkled finely, weatherbeaten, and his dark hair was shot through with grey. He had grown up travelling, survived alone for years, and if necessary he was perfectly willing to fight. Two on one, those were good odds. The boy, as always, made no reply whatsoever, staring straight at Ion's eyes. In the darkness, his eyes were almost entirely black, expressionless. Strangers tended to mean trouble. He glanced back at Alexander, taking his cues from the older man's behaviour. He pondered. Maybe it would even be good to fight Ion. They had lost much to the bandits, maybe killing this man would help them regain some of it. But he would do what Alexander did, he respected the man.
Thread: At the end of the world. {octo x missedstations}

Ion's eyes never left the soup. His arms raised from his sides in a sign of good intent, but his harsh yellow eyes remained fixed. He licked dry lips in fast, greedy motion. As if on cue to answer the older man, his stomach growled. Carefully, with exaggerated slowness, he lowered a hand to his pocket. The other went palm out in front of him, like the policemen of old. Still moving with inexorable slowness, he pulled out the lump of cheese as if it were gold. To him it was better than gold. He proffered it to the pair, croaking out his first words, Trade? For food? He voice was harsh and cracked with disuse, but had the discordant tone of a foreign, alien language. His eyes were still focused on the dancing light on the fire, but his body now had a tenseness running through it. He had exposed the secret treasure of cheese and at the first sign of violence or move toward his cheese, his fight or flight meter would point to instant flight. Fuck off later... It was uttered the same of key tone as before. The words might be a sad attempt at humor, or then again not. His eyes were still focused on the fire, but now his entire face was contorted in a hungry lust after food.
Thread: At the end of the world. {octo x missedstations}

'We don't have any food either. Bad hunting,' Alexander replied. It wasn't to say that they had caught nothing at all, just that some of the things they had shot they had no way of telling whether they were edible or not, and so they had left them to the elements. 'This is just a few herbs.' Well, if the man was as hungry as them... Might be nothing wrong in sharing a fire for a night. 'Might make your stomach feel less empty though.' The boy sheathed the knife and resumed his old position, but Alexander kept hold of his gun. He didn't entirely trust the boy's judgement on these matters, considering the situation in which they had met. Alexander was quite sure that this man wasn't human, but he could not easily tell exactly how inhuman. Worth a risk, perhaps. And maybe, he was just a little bit soft these days. That was why he had let the little whore follow him after all. He wasn't entirely sure that the boy was human either after all, nothing normal stayed so conspicuously disease free after being dragged through every hovel, stabbed, violated, exposed to bad weather. That sort of luck could not possibly be luck. So it wasn't really his place to judge these things. Ion would either go or stay, try to fight them or not. He was prepared enough, he thought. And really, after all these years, he was starting to think he had less and less to lose.