Whitzz/544K-RP-Datasets huggingface dataset:
Thread: The Butcher's Bill (Prince x LeatrixSage)

Ethan stared at her, his light smile and piercing eyes never moving as he watched her answer. She was lying. Hiding something. The grief was real, no actress could fake the thickness in her voice and the slight tearing in her eyes. But, she had frozen when he had introduced himself and seemed to struggle and force herself to act relaxed. The trembling of her hand, a slight widening of her eyes, and a stiffness in her posture. Her face became an emotionless mask before she relaxed as she began to talk. Another motion had damped her grief at the start of their conversation. She seemed almost... scared? He was used to intimidating people and wielded that fear to unsettle them. Many had broken merely gazing at the glowing red lens of his monocle. He looked at her thoughtfully and his hand went back to that strange apparatus. He lifted it and started to strap it back on to his head, slowly and methodically. I see. Thank you Elisa and I do sympathize for you in your grief. It sounds like Claudia was a close friend. Tell me. Did she have any other friends you knew of? A man perhaps? And was there anything... odd... about her? he had finished reattaching his eyepiece by the last statement and stared at her again with that mismatched gaze. One eye grey and piercing, the other inhuman and glowing red malevolently. Although the monocle provided no truth detecting capabilities, its ominous gaze was scary enough for many to assume it did let him pierce their lies. The stress alone of trying to lie in the face of that magical scrutiny was enough to make seasoned criminals flounder. Do not shy from the truth, Lady Elisa, he said, voice growing cold and smile disappearing. This tool lets me see many things. Magic. The lines. And untruths. He let his words sink in, watching to see how she reacted to his mention of magic... and lines. Lines were definitely a word most human mortals wouldn't understand. She had no residue of demon taint on her now, so perhaps she was human. Maybe her friend had the blood, or even another woman in the boarding house. He would have to interview them all. Tell me again, why did you leave Claudia last night alone? Who was she with?
Thread: The Butcher's Bill (Prince x LeatrixSage)

That... thing... was starting to become a problem. What was it? Elisa caught herself staring and adjusted her attention to the one silvery eye she could still see. The red glow.. something about it... No, she had no gentlemen friends, she answered smoothly, a truth. At his question of there being something odd, her focus sharpened. Odd, My Lord? she pretended to think on the subject, fishing around for something before letting a whimsical smile twist the left corner of her lips upward. She had a habit of singing, all the time, no matter what she did. But, I don't think that's the kind of odd you mean. Again, truth, but not really answering the question. Being called 'Lady' Elisa made her flinch. She felt the hate boil in her blood, by stymied the emotion quickly. Did he know about her family, then? Was that why he had kissed her hand? 'May the Devil take you if you do,' she thought. The rest of what he said caught her off guard. That thing let him see leylines? Her eyes focused on the red glow again, and then her heart skipped a beat. She was a fool! Without thinking, her eyes darted just to the left of both of them, and then back to the device he wore. The glow was the same. The same bloody tinge of color. Each line was like a vein or artery of the earth herself. That is what she was seeing in it, the haze of line energy. I haven't told you any untruths, she answered in a small whine. It was distasteful, but behaving weak and docile had it's advantages. When he asked his question again, she heaved a sad sigh and shook her head. I left her at the park because the Viscountess required me earlier than usual today. She was stargazing. We were so close to home that, I thought nothing of it. There has never been trouble or danger here. Why would anything magical have wanted Claudia? The question was out before she knew she was asking it, but once it was said allowed, she wanted to know the answer. Why would they hurt her? She was just a girl. Kind, gentle hearted, a little naive, maybe, but that is rarely seen as a fault in your circles. Elisa sat forward, resting her hands on her knees and dropping her head into her hands. She was well aware that her shirt pulled tight across her chest. The corset beneath it strained at the odd angle of how she sat the whale boning bit into her waist while it seemed to tighten around her. The effect was small and merely tightened the material across her chest to press her breasts higher. But, experience had shown it to be enough to distract, at least. Why Claudia, she murmured the honest question. Why her? If something magical had wanted... a snack.... why Claudia? After all, Elisa was stronger, a better food source. Why would they feed off a weakling? It was like asking a nobleman to eat rats to stay alive. So then, what was this puzzle missing?
Thread: The Butcher's Bill (Prince x LeatrixSage)

Ethan followed Elisa warily through the boarding house, carrying his black bag and hand near his belt ready to grab his pistol. She was prattling a bit and seemed nervous as she led him through the rooms. His attention was mostly on her, but he was inspecting for traces of demon magic. There was nothing fresh, but a stain seemed to linger in some of the rooms, particularly the common areas where the girls might be for extended hours of the day. At one point, she had closed the door of the sitting room while standing before it, and Ethan couldn't help but notice her body so close to his. His hairs stood on edge and his hand gripped his bag tighter as he readied himself for some magical attack at close range. But she seemed embarrassed at their closeness and merely scurried off, afraid to meet his eyes. He watched her retreating figure, intrigued again at the combination of beauty and danger she posed to him. In the music room, he noticed her aura change. Auras were tricky to see with his eyepiece, just a faint glow most visible indoors or in darkness. He kept his face impassive as hers flared yellow briefly, but at the sight he relaxed just a bit. Aura manipulation was one of the weakest and most common demon magics. Useful for manipulating people, making them feel comfortable, more trusting, or more angry and hostile. It didn't use leylines and was not a dangerous magic, although skilled users could be quite conniving and often were successful con artists. Perhaps she had that skill, but nothing more. He still treated her as a threat, for now, and the potential killer. He stood in the hallway and regarded her thoughtfully as she tried to steer them back to the parlour. There were still other signs he sought to see in her that might perhaps give away her demon blood even if she avoided the use of leylines in his presence. How powerful was this lady, and what exactly was she? Lady Elisa, he said firmly. I am doing a criminal investigation and need to see the victim's rooms and also review the others. Please clear them if necessary, but I absolutely need to go through them. The killer can leave traces that I can see. If, by chance, it is someone in this house, I would be able to tell. He let her stew on that statement, gauging her reaction carefully.
Thread: The Butcher's Bill (Prince x LeatrixSage)

Elisa's eyes flashed as she froze, her shoulders tight and her back ramrod straight. Stop calling me that, she hissed through her teeth before she could stop the words. Her hands shook at her sides and she raised them to clutch them in front of herself. In a way, she held herself back. She forced herself to take a deep breath. Relax I am no Lady, My Lord, I would prefer it if you stopped calling me one. Slowly, the temptation to lash out at him faded, and Elisa let her arms drop again. Miss, will do. Miss Radborn. Furthermore, you are looking in the wrong place to find your killer. Elisa turned her back on him and opened the door to Mrs. Cromley's office. She threw it wide, the door cracking against the wall from the force. This is the last room you are at liberty to see. The rest of the house is off limits to men and you will not defile Claudia's room or her things. She turned back to face him, already seeing his protestations and complaints in his eyes. Teeth grinding, she walked forward until she stood toe to toe with the man, glaring up into the one silvery eye she could see. She could feel the heat from his skin through her clothes. It brought a blush to her cheeks, but she tried to ignore it and the way their bodies brushed so tantalizingly close. You will not walk up those stairs, My Lord, she promised in a whisper. I will not let you, and I will do anything within my means to prevent you. There was nothing she really meant to hide so much as having this man trample around Claudia's room, touching her things... it made her feel sick. The merciless, carelessness with which he would handle her things... Angry tears stung her eyes and Elisa shook her head as she took a small step back. Besides, no one here would have hurt Claudia, and no one that does not live here goes up those stairs. Hushed whispers caught Elisa's attention and she quickly took a step back from the man. Electricity seemed to arch between them and she ached to pull a line through him and end this here. God, and how sweet it would feel... Elisa shivered, and then glanced down the hall to be sure the eavesdroppers were at least out of sight. If that will be all, then I will see you out, My Lord.
Thread: The Butcher's Bill (Prince x LeatrixSage)

Ethan studied her with a dispassionate expression. She was not acting, he could tell, and was truly stunned and surprised at his accusation. Perhaps she had been raised in ignorance at her true nature. He'd have to examine her later to confirm any physical differences. His pulse quickened at that thought. Yes, you have demon blood. Likely partial. You can control and use leylines, manipulate your aura, can see the taint of demon magic... he trailed off knowing she understood everything he said. Maybe he used different terms, but the concepts were well known to her. I'm going to take you back to my office, for questioning and examination, he said and began to search her room as she stood cuffed and shocked against the wall. He went through her meager belongings quickly, feeling a slight flush as he searched through the drawer with her corsets and underclothes. Nothing seemed to have any magic trace or was suspicious, so at last he turned to her. I believe you, mostly, he said to her. But we may need to jar your memory a bit more. This killer is ruthless and if Claudia is a half-blood, like you, he stared at her as he said it, Then I think you may be in danger as well. The other victims also seemed to have demon blood in them I suspect. He stood up and gathered his items and took her by the chain of her cuffs, leading her out and passed the gauntlet of women staring at her with terrified and confused expressions. Miss Cromley, please pack up her belongings and send them to my offices. We'll be detaining her as a half-blood demon for questioning. A shocked cry went out in the crowd as Ethan gave Miss Cromley his card. The looks on the women changed to fear and disgust suddenly at Ethan's revelation.
Thread: The Butcher's Bill (Prince x LeatrixSage)

It was a long ride by carriage from East London to Charing Cross where Ethan had his townhome. For the most part, he was silent, brooding as his mind puzzled through the facts and information he had gleaned from today's investigation. He was aware of Elisa next to him, shock, stunned and humiliated by her turn of events. Gone from a penniless, but magically powerful woman, to a potential criminal and worse, now confronted with the reality of being a cursed demon. Even her magic had been stripped away by Ethan's restraints and he felt a strange twinge of empathy as the jostling carriage caused her to lean against him. Or perhaps she pressed against him? Either way, he was acutely aware of the swell of her breast against his arm and her warmth at his side. Demon or not, she was an attractive and fiery lady. He admired her courage and her unwillingness to back down against him. Admired it, but was also cautious. Elisa's soft question stirred him and he realized the depth of despair she had now sunk to. Demons weren't all bad, he knew that first hand. But popular perception was they were evil and dangerous beings that were perverse, sadistic and murderous. Full-bloods were typically miscreants and had to be hunted and killed. There were few exceptions. But many half-bloods adjusted and lived with humans fine. In fact, there was no law in Great Britain that said a half-blood demon had to be imprisoned and for the most part they were treated legally like and normal human. Ethan was given more leeway in dispatching the more dangerous ones without trial, but many others he remanded to the police with warnings to keep them shackled at all times. They faced trial and jail for their crimes like any normal person, and were offered the same opportunity for rehabilitation upon release. Ethan hesitated before he answered. Miss Elisa, you are a prime suspect in Claudia's death still. And perhaps the other acts of this butcher. You have demon blood, which is part of the signature of the killer, and you were the last person to see Claudia alive, he said coldly and factually. I am going to hold you in my offices, where I live. I have special containment rooms for demons. I'm going to question you. If I believe you are innocent, or that you have committed no other crimes, you are free to go. It's not illegal to have demon blood. It's just illegal to use your magic for criminal gain. He turned to her at the end and stared into her eyes, searching them for her response and any deception.
Thread: The Butcher's Bill (Prince x LeatrixSage)

Despite the fear that still constricted her heart, Elisa felt a sense of relief at the idea of being held prisoner somewhere other than behind iron bars in some dank, musty prison cell. Her wrists were aching terribly where the iron cuffs rested against her skin, but... in a strange way, she was adjusting to the oddity of not feeling the lines. It seemed a bleak existence compared to the one she knew but, not unlivable. When Ethan's eyes settled on hers, Elisa flinched and looked away. Color rushed into her cheeks as a few choice memories ran through her thoughts. She had never used her abilities for criminal gain, per-say, but... she had used them to her advantage, and to that of the Lady's home and... those thoughts turned sour and she frowned. They had been my family, you know. She spoke without thinking, babbling to lesson the stress. The girls were my sisters. Mrs. Cromley my mother... now... Elisa shrugged and smiled sadly, Now, I am a monster. Elisa took a breath to say something else, and then stopped. Her eyes widened, and then she grinned as she looked up at him again. Lord Colton, I am not the last one to see Claudia alive. She stated with a sureness she hadn't felt before. I told you I left Claudia at the Theater on Fleet Street. I doubt I will have my job with the Viscountess not that I'm... well.. so I don't think it matters. Claudia didn't go to watch the show with me, I went to watch her. Claudia was an actress. Her whole troop saw her alive after I went home last night. A sense of triumph streaked through Elisa along with a vicious delight. If she was what he said she was, fine. But, she was no murderer. You can go there tonight, and there is no way I could have conspired with anyone. Mrs. Cromley knows when I got home, then I was at the Viscountess, and now.. she shook her hands to jingle the cuffs. Can't do much in these, I assume you are well aware. There was a quiet accusation in her voice as the carriage rocked to a stop. She sat in silence for a moment, daring him to contradict her before she turned away from him and helped herself out of the carriage. Running was pointless, she couldn't get far on foot and she couldn't protect herself anyway, not with the iron cuffs on her wrists. She had to find a way out of those, even if he did believe her. If he didn't... 'Right, head up,' she ordered herself, and then lifted her chin as she walked up the steps to Ethan's front door and waited. 'Where was he during my debut,' she wondered as she shot a glance at him over her shoulder. 'He would have been interesting to know.'
Thread: The Butcher's Bill (Prince x LeatrixSage)

Ethan raised an eyebrow at her revelation. It seems a convenient time to remember the truth, so please excuse me if I don't enthusiastically believe you. Ahh we are here. He helped her from the carriage, noting her nervousness and longing look down the street. His townhome was large and on a residential street close to Scotland Yard. The expansive brick front showed at least four levels, all with cast iron bars in front of them. The door itself had a cast-iron gate before it as well. Clearly designed to ward off demons and demon magic. She seemed to stiffen herself up as he led her up the stairs and unlocked the front door. His manservant, Handley, opened the front door with not even a raised eyebrow at the sight of the manacled woman Ethan led in. Handley had seen much stranger in his time serving Lord Colton. Lord Colton, will you be dining at home tonight? he asked drily. And shall I make an accomodation for the lady in a... special room? Ethan nodded and glanced at Elisa. Dinner for two please Handley, I think our guest might be well mannered enough to dine with us. And yes I'll take her to the containment room on my floor right now. Ethan led Elisa up two flights of stairs. The home was well decorated with antiques, oil paintings and various artifacts of magical nature collected from around the world. It was a home of a much older man than Ethan, Elisa would notice. A home that seemed to be decorated by an older generation and bore no signs of any influence from the younger Lord Colton's tastes. He opened an iron door, glaringly out of place in the dark wood of the house, and led Elisa into a small room. There was a bed in the corner with an iron frame, a small window with iron bars outside, and a wardrobe and desk. In the wall were a number of iron circles, bolted into wood, evidently designed to allow Lord Ethan to restrain a guest in any number of positions throughout the room. Well, Elisa, this is where I'll keep you until we've sorted out what you are and how dangerous you are, he said with a brief wave. His eyes flicked to her and he looked away coloring slightly. I'm going to need to do an.. ummm.. examination and search of your person.
Thread: The Butcher's Bill (Prince x LeatrixSage)

Handley was... typical. He belonged here, among these walls and at the service to a Lord. And yet, he seemed out of place against Ethan. If'd she'd had to guess, she wouldn't have expected him to have a man servant at all. Of course, the more she took in, the more it seemed Ethan was the one out of place. She kept lagging as he led her around, not to be difficult but... because she was looking at everything. Every item on display fought for her attention. The oil paintings drew her the most. The layers of color and delicate strokes captivated her eye so much that, for a moment, she forgot about the uncomfortable circumstances that had brought her here. It wasn't until he stopped before the iron door that she snapped back to just what was happening here. It wasn't a dank, musty cell. But, it was still a prison. Outside and in, iron seemed to be placed everywhere. Most seemed to be to keep things out. She even suspected there wasn't a single stray line running through his house. The small room was... comfortable. For the cage it was... very comfortable. The iron bars at the windows were annoying, but gentle light came through the curtains. The bed seemed particularly strange. With the window and door barred, it seemed unnecessary to but iron on the bed. And the iron on the walls... she shivered, unconvinced there should be any need at all for those. As Ethan spoke, Elisa raised a sardonic at him. Her eyes turned cold as he colored, and then her face became stone at his final comment. An examination? she asked with bitter sarcasm. What could I possibly have on my person that you need to see? Venom dripped from every word, modest indignation plain on her face. I think you have man handled me enough today, Lord Colton, she couldn't resist snapping at him even as she thrust out her hands toward him. I've given you no reason to complain. A model prisoner in chains. No hysterics or stupid flight attempts. Get these damned things off of me, and I will happily sit in my fancy bird cage and await your good humor to decide wither or not you want to even attempt finding out if I am telling you the truth or not. Impatient and angry, she shook her fists at him when he didn't move fast enough for her liking. She didn't for see much of a chance at snatching a leyline here. She was as uselessly helpless as any other woman against a man's strength. What are you afraid of, Lord Colton? she bated him out of anger, feeling more waspish by the second. You have me utterly at your mercy in this. The least you can do is allow me my modesty and what minor comfort I can find. Particularly now that it seems I am the monster my father assumed I was and, according to you, the only suspect of a spree of murders. He still hadn't moved, and Elisa's temper flared. She glowered up at him as she stepped closer and smacked the painful iron cuffs against his chest. Get these God damned things off of me! she hissed up at him in a whisper, enunciating each word with a vicious precision. And then, get out of my cage.
Thread: Escape to Fantasy Online! (Zaragnar & Iridium248)

A soft giggle purred from Callie Liddle's lips, as she stood back from the sensor chair...A little smile flitting over the luscious brunette's features, as a deep sigh of satisfaction thrummed from her silky throat! She'd been waiting for this a long time now - Sure, it'd taken plenty of effort Most of the afternoon, in fact - but she'd finally got the Simulation-Seat up and running. Like a metallic spider, it hunched in the middle of the room, a tangle of wires trailing from the back of the pod - Stray components littering the floor, the remnants of the kit she'd put together. With a critical eye, Callie paged through the User Manual one last time - Before tossing it aside, with a casual flick of her wrist. Eh, she'd figure the rest out later...For now, it was up and running, and that was more than good enough for her. The brown paper wrapper crinkled on the ground, as green telltale lights winked on the Nerve-Headgear. Settling into the embrace of the padded seat, Callie shifted just so to make herself comfortable...Settling the helm onto her head, brushing her midnight hair out of the way! It'd been a stroke of luck to be chosen for the beta test - For none other than Escape to Fantasy Online , the revolutionary new virtual-reality role-playing game. Her PC had already been pre-generated according to the application she'd sent in...The gorgeous Nurse Syndella , a curvy, sultry minx with a preference for cherry-red leather and debuffing spells... Well, no time like the present. The server was already live, and she had the rest of the weekend free - It was time to light this candle. A low, cising hum echoed in Callie's ears, as the system came to power - The lovely co-ed's brown eyes squeezing shut, as the seat thrummed beneath her... Link START! she called, as the polarized glass visor slid down over her eyes - Color swirling in her field of vision, as she logged in for the first time!