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Thread: We only learn as much as we are able to believe.

Yeah, only because they see my books and walk straight back out, Dominic retorted, Thinking I'm going to sacrifice them to some dark power or something. I don't know what's worse, the ones who think I want to fuck corpses, or the ones who think I want to murder them and drink their blood. Most of them seemed to think that he wasn't even human or something. Sure, occasionally I have a chat with some dead people down in the mortuary, but that does not mean I intend to actually make people dead, and I certainly am never going to fuck a corpse. That would be disrespectful. And disgusting. It's not like other users don't weird shit. I once saw a tree mage hump a nice big oak. In a public park. And everyone thought that was cute. He finished the last of the coffee. Sorry, rant. Dominic did not look sorry at all. So what do you do? Have sex, leave? Sometimes, he could be frighteningly domestic. He liked tea and cuddles on the sofa, morning kisses, and affectionate kisses. Having seen three siblings get married, he was starting to want something permanent. Someone the birds would perch on too, at least. Being gay and having death magic really cut down the dating pool. It was like waiting for the planets to align, but Dominic refused to cut down his standards. Or to murder anyone. I'll get it next time, he added, referring to the bill. Being in debt was not something he wanted.
Thread: We only learn as much as we are able to believe.

Well, at least I can say I don't like all users, not just the necromancing ones, Mark said. Honestly, there were weirder ones than Jones out there, with his stupid birds and his smile. He'd never thought a necromancer would be quick to smile and quicker to complain about everyone else. He looked at the other male. Not really, he said. I mean, I'm not averse to a little companionship. I usually stay the night, or he does. Usually, we get breakfast together. I don't know, it's comfortable, I just don't get couched if I forget his birthday or fuck around with another man. It was kind of like having a relationship, just without all the awkward parts, and without moving in together. That kind of thing, he'd never allow. But I'm not in love with him. Maybe if he fell in love, things would change. Yeah, you better get it next time, Mark said, standing up. He pulled his jacket on. Let's go find this card person, then.
Thread: We only learn as much as we are able to believe.

Sure, sure. The birds lined up on Dominic's shoulder, fluffing up their feathers as they went outside and back to the car. They weren't impressed much by the weather either. Mind you, he doesn't make much sense sometimes. Seers are like that. He gave directions to the small, dusty second-hand bookshop. 'Spelbooks Bought sold' and 'fortunes Told honestly' were the two signs in the window, together with the erratic spelling and capitalisation. The birds flew ahead of Dominic into the shop. They weren't the only customers a girl was browsing the section entitled 'Aeromancy', and there was a man browsing a book that seemed to have a lot of diagrams of things on fire. Apparently the shop was watched over by a grey cat that was sitting on top of the till. Definitely not Mark's sort of place. Dommie! You should visit more often. Want a coffee? Ah, no. Sorry, Paul. Here on business. He motioned at Mark. Police stuff. Oh, you mean you have no idea and you're trying me? Paul snorted. Go upstairs, I'll get my stuff. He disappeared into the back. Dominic motioned Mark to follow him. He gets a bit over-enthusiastic when people ask him to actually scry. Most people don't actually want their future told, it turns out. He knew this house well, all the little piles of books in strange places, the maps spread over tables as if instead of tablecloths. Even the birds knew where to go, sitting on a lamp. If anyone was still bitter about the end of this particular relationship, it might have only been Dominic.
Thread: We only learn as much as we are able to believe.

The shop definitely wasn't Mark's kind of place - the cat made him frown. Another familiar, perhaps? Or maybe just a fucking cat, who the fuck knew any more. There were a couple of patrons studying books that made Mark highly uncomfortable. Part of him just wanted to turn around and walk right back out again. He didn't like this. He didn't want anyone telling his fortune - it wasn't always good. Not when you got the real thing. Mark steeled himself and walked further into the room. Aren't you worried about leaving your birds around the cat? he asked, following Jones up the stairs. Or will the birds just poof away if it tries to eat them? He shifted uneasily as he waited for Paul's return. I'm not sure I want him to. But I suppose it's all we have.
Thread: We only learn as much as we are able to believe.

They can take care of themselves, Dominic said simply, with a little shrug. To him, it was almost as if Neil had asked if Dominic was worried that the cat might eat him. Sometimes he can't tell what's happened and what's going to happen. He can see both ways. It's... Weird. We first met when he was miserable that his then boyfriend was cheating on him. The actual cheating happened three months later. Heh. I always thought he wanted someone whose future he couldn't see. But I guess it bugged him more that he couldn't. According to divination, necromancers are dead since they first start practising. Apparently, like with virginity, it's the first time that counts... That was a terrible joke, but being a necromancer without gallows humour made the whole thing terribly dull. Not that they got more chance to discuss it Paul was back, with a map of the city, a deck of worn playing cards held together with a rubber band, a box of dice, a ruler, a pen, pad of paper, a book of common symbols, all balanced precariously on top of each other. The map got spread out across the table. So tell me where it happened, and what happened, and I'll see what I can get for you. While Dominic explained, Paul marked and annotated the location on the map, and took a few notes this was, apparently, serious business. Just as serious as the forensics report they would also get would be. Paul would deal the cards, take notes, deal again, take more notes, apparently refining his questions. The dice were for when he fancied more numerical answers, chipped and old, made out of stone. Apparently these he used to make calculations whose answers did not seem to make them happy. Every so often he would ask Dominic and Neil something, but he seemed to become as baffled as Dominic was when he first turned up at the scene. I have no fucking clue, Paul finally informed them after hours of this, irate and confused. If I didn't know Dommie better, I'd think he was trying to mess with me by making up something impossible to answer... All I got is you will find more. But I can't tell where, and I can't tell when. Sorry. It really wasn't any sort of reassuring answer. The necromancer wasn't happy. Dominic's birds decided to sit on his head in an attempt at being sympathetic and soothing.
Thread: We only learn as much as we are able to believe.

When Paul appeared with a bunch of shit, Neil snorted. I feel like we're about to sit down and play one of those lame tabletop RPGs, he said, eyeing the dice and the pen. He stretched his feet out underneath the table. It turned out to be a long and boring process. Neil answered questions where he was prompted, yawned a lot, complained a lot more, and was very, very pissed off when it essentially got them absolutely nowhere. Great. That's about what we came in here knowing. That it would probably happen again and we have no fucking clue when or where, Neil said grumpily. He stood up, his chair scraping back. I knew any stupid user leads you'd have wouldn't pan out, fucking hell, hours down the drain and nothing to show for it. He'd rather have wasted that time doing honest, if useless, good old detective work. Neil was in dire need of a coffee and a cigarette. At the least moment, he seemed to regain some manners. Thanks for trying, he said, nodding to Paul. Just frustrating, I guess. I wanted answers. I wanted... something, anyway. He paused. Some part of him didn't want to know, but curiosity burned brightly enough that he had to ask. You didn't... see anything else, did you? To do with me?
Thread: We only learn as much as we are able to believe.

Maybe playing a tabletop RPG would have been much more fun it would have been as productive after all. Still, it was worth the try. Dominic at least now knew that if someone like Paul, the best seer that he had ever known, could see absolutely nothing, then nothing was exactly what they were going to find in the near future. Paul looked mutinous at the words, and Dominic looked slightly horrified. Criticising a seer for being useless? Blasphemy. Even when useless, it was better not to annoy one they tended to dredge up things you would rather stay forgotten, or tell you details of a future that you never wanted to know. Perhaps someone like Paul had no power whatsoever in the physical world, but that wasn't the only power that existed. There was a good reason real fortune tellers had no customers. It came up. Since Neil seemed so dubious that Paul's power existed... The one who left those scars on you. Cigarette burns. He'll be out of prison soon. Be careful what you do when you run into him again. Dominic had to admit that was an interesting thing to hear now there was something he wouldn't have expected. His eyebrows shot up and he just stared at Neil. Seriously? A thing with a criminal?
Thread: We only learn as much as we are able to believe.

Neil reacted visibly to that. He flinched slightly, rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly and just staring at Paul. That was good to know. He hadn't looked Sebastian's term up in a while - last time he'd looked, the other had had a long time to go. At least as a dangerous user, he'd be registered... but fuck, he was going to run into him again? Neil twitched. Thanks for the warning, he said, nodding his head. If he'd doubted before, he certainly didn't know. There was no way the other could have known that, unless Jones had called ahead and Paul had had time to look it up. Still, those connections were old and buried very, very deep. And the cigarette burns. No one knew about those except lovers, and they didn't know where they came from. Neil's eyes landed on Jones - for a moment, he'd totally forgotten the other was there. He flushed a little. That wasn't something he wanted the necromancer to know. Right. Shall we go, then?
Thread: We only learn as much as we are able to believe.

It'll happen whatever you do. You can't avoid it. One of those fixed things. Oh. Er, Dommie, before you go, can you do that unlife thing on the flowers again? They look a bit wilted. Apparently Paul had not quite realised the seriousness of his comments, from the way that he just switched back to Dominic. Why can't you just water them? I am not bleeding myself to make your rosemary into an undead abomination. Go find a plant mage. Apparently, Paul pouting failed to melt Dominic's heart. No. Really. I mean that. You're dying again on Tuesday anyway, might as well do it. I'm what? Dominic came to a sudden stop. You will be stabbed. Which Tuesday? Apparently Dominic had some experience with these sorts of prophecies, because he was asking the right question. How am I supposed to know? Aren't they all the same? He wrinkled his nose in apparent concentration. Soonish. Dominic sighed in exasperation. No, sweetie. They are not all the same. Not that Dominic was overly concerned. He had just been caught by surprise. Good to know someone would stab him. Nice to know it will happen on a Tuesday. Knowing Paul's timeframe for prophecy, it would happen any time within a week and next six months. Fine, I'll do your plants this weekend! He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, before turning towards the door. Once they were back outside, Dominic stopped, exhaled sharply, and looked at the sky. He tells me his prediction of my next death every fucking time now. Seriously. I wish he would keep that to himself. Every. Fucking. Time. He's. Right. The time that bastard tried to strangle me. When I got hit by a car. The time I got shot. He seems to think it's like a fucking weather forecast. The necromancer had to stop for breath. Just because the readings said he was already dead, did not mean that he wanted to know every time he was going to pay a visit to the other side. What was that he said to you? Neil was probably hoping Dominic had forgotten. Cigarette burns? He was curious as hell, too curious to keep the question to himself.
Thread: We only learn as much as we are able to believe.

The knowledge that Jones was going to be stabbed on a Tuesday sometime soonish stopped Neil right in his tracks. It was probably more alarming for him than it was for the user - they discussed it like it was something annoying, but not overly serious. Like the toilet was blocked, or the washing machine needed a new fuse. Christ, if someone had told him that he was going to get stabbed, he'd be anxious as all hell. Neil followed the other out of the shop. He stopped when Jones stop, noting the way he exhaled. Maybe it bothered him more than he let on. Neil placed ahand on Jones' shoulder and gave it a gentle, comforting squeeze. I'd be freaking out if he'd told me that, Neil admitted. Jones' question made him flinch and drop his hand. It's none of your fucking business, he snapped. I don't want to talk about it.
Thread: We only learn as much as we are able to believe.

Oh, Neil really didn't want to talk about it. That was obvious. Maybe go back to the previous subject, better than killing the conversation entirely. Dominic could go on for hours, complaining about his ex's current lack of tact. At least Neil had actually asked for it. The only thing Dominic had asked for was lottery numbers once, as a joke, and been told 'it's not a fixed event, asshole'. Dying's not as... Uh. Permanent for me as it is for most people. Half my spells involve killing myself, after all. Like I said, necromancers are a gate. It's still unpleasant. He frowned. Still hurts. Still is messy. Feels incredibly weird to come back. It's a bit like... Almost drowning. When you can't breathe for so long, and then suddenly you have air again... The panic everyone with siblings that liked to pull their annoying little brother under knew. I still can't fucking believe he wants me to make his plants undead instead of just watering the damn things. And he gets offended if I ask about the football results! A pause to breathe in. I really need a coffee.
Thread: We only learn as much as we are able to believe.

I know it's not as big of a deal for you, Neil said, still a little ruffled. Just hard to wrap my head around that, as someone who... really doesn't want to die. He grimaced. Death is pretty final for me. Or at least, I hope it will be. Maybe I'm wrong. He shrugged. But that doesn't sound pleasant. Uh... sorry you're going to die. He stepped onto the sidewalk, turning to look at Jones. And I could really use a coffee, too. Come on. We'll talk over a cup somewhere. It didn't take them long to find a cute little coffee shop tucked down an alley - somewhere that wasn't so busy but comfortable. The coffee smelled wonderful. Neil ordered a black coffee, dumped a shitload of sugar into it and then sat down. He was a... boyfriend, I guess. I had a relationship with him, he said. It didn't end well. Probably better that it did end, though. Things were getting... fucked up. It was a long time ago.
Thread: Techer...I...

Miss. Krin was 20 year old highschool teacher who was just beginging her teaching career. She graduated ealy when she was in highschool so it didn't seem that long ago to her. But this caused a little bit of a problem because she didn't feel like she was 20 she found herself flirting with her 16 and 17 year old students a bit agressivly. It was easy to caputure there hearts she was a tall slender woman with pale skin a beautful red hair. She hand a nice figure aswell with a large chest. And small waist. Only thing was she was quiet demanding. She got off on the fact that these younger boys would do anything she said and she could easily control them. Since she was an adult the students felt they must do as she asked but what happens when she starts taking a liking to one boy a little too much and starts trying to use her power over him. Will he fall for his beautrol teacher and bend to he will or resist her charm and her forful attitude.
Thread: Techer...I...

It is the beginning of the school year, and I have just moved into the 11th grade. I'm a tall 17 year old with grown wavy hair and a star on the varsity football team. But this story isn't about me. Its about her. The goddess of the school. The hottest teacher on the planet. And she is mine. My teacher that is. Every 6th period, I pretty much have a boner throughout the entire class, but I just can't help it! Luckily i sit in the back row so I don't think anyone notices.
Thread: Signed into Submission

Hikari was your typical asian-american sophomore in high school. She had a strong educated mind from hours upon hours of studying, had a gift for artistry and would take time from her schedule to paint portraits of life from time to time, and struggled to support herself ever since being declared an independent from an abusive household three years ago by working various jobs. At the age of fiffteen, preparing to turn sixteen, the young woman had seen enough of the hard life to understand that college was going to be the most important thing she could hope to achieve however, with only being able to scrap up enough to survive off of it was becoming more of a distant dream day by day. Popular, sought after, shy, beautiful...she was everything those around her imagined an independent young woman should be like with a soft, sociable personality. Despite her difficulties, Hikari was perfect in all ways but one, Hikari was actually a boy named Hikaru who was currently sitting in his apartment reading over the classifieds. A few years back he had started to pick up the habit of cross-dressing, and was beginning to realize he actually enjoyed the slender, feminine appearance he held. It helped to back up his nurturing, shy, and often naive personality when he was declared emancipated, he learned quickly that people were more willing to offer 'Hikari' a break than Hikaru and never once doubted his change. Currently he found a help wanted add for a live-in maid that would pay an obscene amount of money, enough where he could afford the college of his dreams. Not a moment later, Hikari decided to give a call to the number listed and was given an interview later that evening. Hikari would remove the blue kimono like dress 'she' had bought earlier that year for a maid cosplay outfit, deciding it worked on 'her' charms. A small smile crossed the boy's lips as he worked himself into the silk fabric as well as a cute, frilly, navy mini skirt that hid just enough to keep his manhood hidden. When seven o' clock rolled around, the blue-haired, snow-faired complexion, of a girl would be found arriving at the estate for the maid position. Ushered in, Hikari gave a small curtsy, leaving the head butler flustered before being sent to the young master's room for the interview. Opening the door, a small smile, nervous as it was, fell on those pale lips as he entered. Ohyao, I-I'm Hikari, and I'm the...girl you spoke to on the phone.
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Samantha had posted the ad in the paper for a live-in maid because she wanted someone to keep her house in order since her parents had left it to her. She was happy that someone had answered the ad so soon and was waiting for the interviewee to get there. She looked like a typical American girl with long blond hair and bright blue eyes. She was lean and had nice curves, but she hid them under loose tee shirts and pants. She didn't really feel girly, especially with the secret she had hidden from everyone except her parents and doctors. She also preferred to go by Sam since it could be a guys name. She got up as the door opened and smirked at the female looking boyHello Hikari. Come inside and sitShe said, more an order then an offer. She waited until the other was seated before sitting across from himSo, what kind of work experience do you have?She asked, pulling out a pad and paper, sitting with her legs spread What kind of futa do you want? penis and balls or penis and vagina?
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Hikari blushed slightly when entering. Not that he had ever had these kinds of thoughts before, but there was something about his master that was beautiful in the composition of 'his' face. Not wanting to consider that any further he moved to take a seat, crossing his legs daintily while resting his hands clasped over his crotch to keep the skirt from rising too much. Well, I have been living on my own for the last three years and have found myself fairly responsible in house keeping...but professionally I'm currently working two jobs. A small smile crossed his lips as he thought about his experiences. He was more than qualified for this little endeavor, I work as a maid during the weekends for a friend of mine mother, as well as a waitress in a local coffee shop 'sir.' My responsibilities are well suited for serving those around me to any degree, and taking care of other's as well as their homes. If you want me to do a job, I'm your girl. Penis and Vagina.
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She listened to 'her' talk about her work experience and smiled when she finally finishedHmm, you may be exactly what I'm looking forShe said, checking her out a little before standingBut if you want to work for me, you're going to have to quit those other jobs because you'll need to concentrate solely on this job. I'm sure it pays more then waitressingShe said firmly, looking down at the other. She was rather tall and used an imposing stance to get the point acrossIf you are willing to do that, you can start working as todayShe said and wait for a response from the teen.
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Hikari blinked a bit slightly intimidated by the fact he was a bit shorter than the blond, but thought the options over. Both his jobs combined wouldn't be able to support him financially the way this job would, and as a live-in maid he would have a roof over his head and food that would significantly cut the cost of living. Nodding he stood up, crossing his hands over his skirt and giving Sam a small bow. I'd be more than happy to begin my employment starting today, how should I address the young master? The tone was formal, nervous, excited, and a bit flustered at the same time. Not knowing he was a she, and vice versa, was bound to cause some humorous situations between the maid and his mistress. Also, how would you like me to serve you immediately?
Thread: Signed into Submission

She watched her thinking and then smiled when she not only agreed but also said master, thinking she was a man. She thought about the last questions and then grinnedCall me Master SamShe said, like the word master better then mistressAnd you can start by making us something to eat for lunchShe ordered and turned, walking to the tv room to watch some television while she waited for her food to be brought to her. She also made arrangements to have a moving truck come by so Hikari could get her stuff moved to her place.
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Of course, Master Sam, and I'll be sure to make something edible, sir. Hikari would inquire as to what Sam would want for lunch before making his way from her room and to the kitchen. The dutiful maid would find himself utilizing his culinary skills to whip up a dish and a hot cup of tea with jasmine and ginsing for Sam, returning it on a tray with the 'his' meal. For you, Master Sam, he said with a smile. Once he placed the tray down for what he thought was his young master, he moved around and started to tidy up the room as he saw fit. A small hum would echo throughout the room before he glanced back toward the television and smiled, Is there anything I can help Master Sam with?