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Thread: I Hate Demons(LovelyLadyBri x SpecialKay)

Emiko found it amusing seeing how easily it was to manipulate the man below her. She gave a small hum against his lips, her fingers squeezing the cushions under his body. She decided that this was a good point to utilize her capabilities. She had hoped he would pass out from sheer shock, but since that didn't work, she took a small breath before covering his lips with her own, pressing down against his. She breathed him in and drew energy from hsi body, relaxing him and slowly inducing a light sleep that would come over him so suddenly, but without causing a shock to his system. She pulled her lips from his, watching his body relax, and her own feel a lot better with the energy she gained from him. She pulled away, watching him sleep before she went to her purse, pulling out her tool of trade. It was a broken blade, just the handle with a tiny bit of the blade left, obviously severed. She gently pressed it against Naoki's chest, the blade handle disappearing into his body. She brushed her hands down the front of his shirt, moving to grab her old clothing, throwing them into the dryer with the towels and buttoned up the shirt, keeping her body covered now. She sat down on an opposite couch and wated for the man to wake. sucky post is sucky x.x i didn't really know what to post
Thread: Mortal Enemies Forced To Marry (MysticSparxman & Freckled_Beauty)

She looked around her room and noticed the Prince standing by the window. She watched him for a few moments before her attention was drawn to Marcus and Alison. Pleasure to meet you. Tula smiled gently returning the Queen's kindness. With curios eyes she watched the Prince move over to where the families stood. Tula's lips parted just slightly to speak to the Prince but she stopped quickly when he began to speak. Her brow knitted together just slightly at his words. She didn't completely understand his anger. For her she was excited, happy even, but the Prince he was the exact opposite. Sure she could sympathize with his feelings but saw no point in his childish complaining. Everyone had to do things they did not like, besides the marriage wasn't really for the Prince or Princess but for the kingdoms. Everyone wanted peace and a marriage between the two was most certainly idealwhat's done is done. When the prince finished his speech Tula glanced at her Father, his face twisted in concern, the relationship was delicate and fragile and he wanted everything to go perfectly. While her mother wore a false smile to hide her annoyance with the young Prince. It's quite alright. Our daughter was the same at first. Elizabeth smiled looking from her daughter to her husband and then to the Alexander's. Her attention had left her parent's and was focused on the Prince. She felt her mother's gaze on her and she turned to look at her confused. About the marriage sweetheart. Her father intervened before Elizabeth had a chance to scold Tula for not paying attention. Hmm? Oh oh yes, but I'm rather looking forward to it now. In fact the wedding falls on my birthday Her gaze shifted back to the Prince who was across the room complaining about how wrong his mother was. Excuse me. She bowed her head slightly and left the parent's to attend to their own matters and she crossed the room to where Dante was standing. It's nice outside. Do you want to go for a walk? She asked softly watching the nature outside the window. She made no eye contact with Dante she simply spoke. Her hands where folded in front of her and faint smile crossed her lips and as quick as it came it was gone. Tula found her self thinking about what he said and she came to the realization that Dante liked her as much as he wanted to get married to her. This is going to be hard if he doesn't like me. Tula glanced at Dante then turned her attention back to what was outside of the window.
Thread: Mortal Enemies Forced To Marry (MysticSparxman & Freckled_Beauty)

Tula looked up the moment she heard Dante speak. Her heart fluttered a bit but she said nothing nor did she move from her place in front of the window. She was surprised he had even acknowledged her. Dante didn't seem to care for her yet he liked her idea. Oh. Yes I'll join you. She said quickly crossing the room to where the door was. Pleasure to meet you. She said bowing to his parent then smiled at her own and left the room along his side. Tula was silent for a while. She wanted to talk but that didn't seem to be something the Prince wanted to do so she kept silent.
Thread: Cravings, longings, and more.

I like a slow simmer, too...makes it even more worthwhile when it finally boils over, so to speak. Sexual tension is hot. How do you feel about gangster-type shit? Like, a gun cartel or something, and you're the nursedoctor who patches up my character one night when everything goes wrong on a run, and sparks instantly fly. Your character getting tangled up in that world whether she likes it or not, and they really shouldn't be together, but they can't stay away from each other even when they try. I've got a thing for star-crossed lovers like that... the whole drama. It could go a lot of ways, from him going to prison to her being hurt by his enemies, all that kind of stuff. Does any part of that interest you?
Thread: Cravings, longings, and more.

Marshi said I like a slow simmer, too...makes it even more worthwhile when it finally boils over, so to speak. Sexual tension is hot. How do you feel about gangster-type shit? Like, a gun cartel or something, and you're the nursedoctor who patches up my character one night when everything goes wrong on a run, and sparks instantly fly. Your character getting tangled up in that world whether she likes it or not, and they really shouldn't be together, but they can't stay away from each other even when they try. I've got a thing for star-crossed lovers like that... the whole drama. It could go a lot of ways, from him going to prison to her being hurt by his enemies, all that kind of stuff. Does any part of that interest you? Click to expand... Indeed, it does! I'll shoot you a PM and we can work something out.
Thread: Cravings, longings, and more.

I am interested in your plot about two people being brought together in tragedy. I also wouldn't mind turning it into a brother sister pairing if that is alright. Maybe one of their parents had died and that night they see comfort in each other. Talking about life to take their minds off of it, and maybe the talks start to get more into secrets and even darker secrets that involve each other. Or anything else you could think of.
Thread: Looking for rps again!!!!!!!!!

Interracial slave RP?
Thread: Looking for rps again!!!!!!!!!

Slave is not really my thing sorry.
Thread: Looking for rps again!!!!!!!!!

I love you for mentioning black panther.
Thread: Looking for rps again!!!!!!!!!

Sent you a pm about Terry.
Thread: Dungeons and Dragons (DnD) 3.5, anyone? : Time Difference/USA Morning Game : OOC

EDIT This thread is Just in case PMs don't cut it. Also, I prefer to have OOC chatter in the public if I can help it, so that other interested people can look it over... and maybe find the house rules. I will be updating this Thread with house rules every so often, as rulings arise. Antimagic Field Ruling If the point of origin of a spell or the point of origin of a spell's effect is within the field, it is fully suppressed. In this manner, a Fireball that lands inside it will not detonate, but a Fireball that lands just outside it will. The latter will just not effect the inside of the Antimagic Field. This applies to spells fired as rays in that the ray is suppressed inside the field, but works just fine as long as the target is not within said field since the spell effect's point of origin the tip of the ray is set to go off on contact. In short, no casting within the field, you can cast through the field, and it does not affect Psionic Powers.
Thread: Dungeons and Dragons (DnD) 3.5, anyone? : Time Difference/USA Morning Game : OOC

Is there an Anti-Psionic Field then?
Thread: Dungeons and Dragons (DnD) 3.5, anyone? : Time Difference/USA Morning Game : OOC

Actually, there is. It's a Psion power from the Kinetist discipline called Null Psionic Field.
Thread: Dungeons and Dragons (DnD) 3.5, anyone? : Time Difference/USA Morning Game : OOC

So an arcane caster's options versus psionics are rather limited? Boiling down to 'kill them first'?
Thread: Dungeons and Dragons (DnD) 3.5, anyone? : Time Difference/USA Morning Game : OOC

There are magic items, and ... ... well, dispel magic doesn't work, and they use different energies, so you can't counterspell... ... Er.. kinda, yeah. .
Thread: Dungeons and Dragons (DnD) 3.5, anyone? : Time Difference/USA Morning Game : OOC

Can't Johnson just tie the parcel to one of his crosssbow bolts and fire it right over to where the Emperor is currently residing?
Thread: Dungeons and Dragons (DnD) 3.5, anyone? : Time Difference/USA Morning Game : OOC

Nah, his crossbow doesn't shoot that far. XD
Thread: Looking for Spontaneous and Wild Females (YIM/AIM Preferred)

I'd love a long-term play based on the Cash is King idea, going all the way from proposal, through the week to long-term aftermath. Your f-list looks great.
Thread: New Craving

Also, I would VERRRYYYYY much enjoy something Underworld based as well, another vampire series that also features Kate Beckinsale. So, if you don't like or have seen Van Helsing, and are familiar with the Underworld series, I've got some plot ideas for that as well. Though, with this craving, they'd be mostly long term, but I wouldn't mind a one shot of Selene getting mounted by a lycan or something.
Thread: Seeking Family Fun - reopened.   would you like to play mom and daughter?

RE Seeking Family Fun - closed due to lack of interest Hey - with the new year I'm throwing this out there one more time, would love to find a partner.
Thread: Dungeons and Dragons (DnD) 3.5, anyone? : Time Difference/USA Morning Game : Go!

DM Yaiil is in a bar called the Shaggy Frog on the east side of Poppin Vil, a large city in southwest Valenwood. ---------- The bar was hot, humid, and stuffy. The smell of alchohol, blood, and sweat thick in the air. The feeling floating around was somber, as a small group of soldiers brought in more wounded to the makeshift medical center. Civilians and soldier alike lay everywhere. From the tables to the chairs to the floor, the wounded are given mundane medical aid, only the severe cases getting magical healing. Unfortunately, there were a lot of severe cases. A loud crack from some caster's lighting, and screams fill the air outside. The inescapable sound of metal clashing with metal, the smell of burning buildings and burning bodies, the sight of magic smoke filling the sky, blotting out the sun and further worsening morale... The Sload necromancers of the Coral Kingdom were pushing hard into Valenwood, and this city, Pobbin Vil, was the fourth major city to be attacked. Libbit Lo'op, Hilltop Shire, and Winger's Tree Villiage all fell in the first wave, and few survived. Those that did went to the trade center of Verma Fia'it, where it was still safe. However, it might not be much longer. The battle grew ever closer to the woods proper, and general concensus was that the outcome of the war would become clear once it did. After all, the Bosmer of Valenwood did not tolerate damage to their forest. Yaiil's wandering had led her here... but she probably should have run in the other direction once she saw smoke. There was probably still time to leave before anyone realized she was trained for combat, if she so desired. Although, it was also a good place to hide from that wench in charge of Verma Fia'it, as no one was going to question why a woman was naked in the middle of half-burning city at war.
Thread: Dungeons and Dragons (DnD) 3.5, anyone? : Time Difference/USA Morning Game : Go!

What a way to start the day... It had been pure chance that Yaiil had heard the faint telltale whistling sound of the tar soaked burning catapult rock a split second before it had crashed through the roof of her tavern. She had managed to vault through the first floor window in the nick of time, feeling small wooden splinters pricking her delicious but bare behind even as she did. Dropping to the street one story below and dampening the fall by rolling off elegantly had been an easy exercise, and almost immediately she had been back to her feet. On the plus side she was still alive, a fate not many patrons of the now burning ruin behind her shared. On the negative side she was wearing only her sleeping gown, which consisted of ... a bit of jewelry, and nothing else. Immediately, almost instinctively her arms clutched over her bare body, her right lower arm forming a bar of visual obstruction at least able to cover the nipples of her impressively ample breasts, while her left hand shot between her legs to grant a modicum of modesty to her most intimate area. Only then did the noise and commotion of battle filter through to her, and the realization hit her that the town was under attack. And she would be better off being somewhere else. She had witnessed first hand what those necromancers could do, and it would take more than the defenses of this city to stop them. She did not mind fighting if she saw a chance of success, but that was not the case here. With all her possessions gone up in flames what she needed now was some sort of garment. Naked and sexy as she was she would draw attention with every step. And so she rushed off the street and into the nearest building, the other tavern across the street. And as impossible as it seemed, those in there, the wounded and those tending to their wounds, had in fact something better to do that stare at the stark naked elf girl who just barged in. Which gave her enough time to sidle away into a corner of the room and stay on the lookout for something - anything - she could use to cover herself. A discarded cloak, maybe?
Thread: Dungeons and Dragons (DnD) 3.5, anyone? : Time Difference/USA Morning Game : Go!

DM All the cloth in the room is being either being used to treat injuries or equip the soldiers with light injuries for further combat. --------- As Yaiil looks around, she realizes the tablecloths, the curtains... Oblivion, even the cloth napkins were being used as scrap to wrap and treat injuries. The discarded clothes of the dead was being washed by hand or purified by magic to be used for more cloth to dress wounds. Slight of Hand DC 25 to steal some clothes from either clean or dirty pile, if she attempts A few of the lightly injured soldiers had cloaks, but most just wore armor, even if it was broken. Better some protection than no protection, right? A Knight runs in, shouting evacuation orders over the din. The Coralites have breached the third line! We're evacuating the city! Everyone form up in two lines, women and children first! If you... As he shouts, the rest of the military men and women start gathering people together to leave via emergency exit in the city's north wall.
Thread: Dungeons and Dragons (DnD) 3.5, anyone? : Time Difference/USA Morning Game : Go!

Yaiil uttered a few elven phrases under her breath that someone knowledgeable in that idiom would recognize as a curse. She was not about to steal from the wounded and dying, however that meant she would have to go naked for a while longer. Her hands dropped in resignation. She would not be able to keep covering herself forever, so why bother hiding what everyone would sooner or later get to see anyways. She was desperate enough and about to approach one of the soldiers still in possession of armor and cloak to ask him for the latter, her smile already set and her lips parting to start speaking when the knight barged in. Those were bad news, and as she preferred to be alive and naked to being a well dressed corpse she did not hesitate and immediately moved to join one of the queues forming. Getting out of the city asap sounded like a VERY good idea.
Thread: Dungeons and Dragons (DnD) 3.5, anyone? : Time Difference/USA Morning Game : Go!

DM Ah.. war is kinda crazy. Sorry. . --------- As twenty or so of the soldiers begin to escort the women and children, the Knight and twelve other soldier stay. As they walk along, the smell of the burning city makes some of the children cry. It makes other children, who were playing and laughing loudly only that morning, quiet. Others still themselves as much as possible in their mother or sister's arm, afraid to even move lest it draw the enemy toward them. One of the soldiers wielding a crossbow, a black man with short, curly hair, plenty of battle scars and a big cigar, throws his cloak over Yaiil. Can't have the ladies go without protection, now can we? he says, his accent... strange. DC 20 recognition check at 6 for publicly saving multiple large cities, 2 for being a sergeant rank is pinned to his arm The wall of the city is in sight, and only 200 or so feet away, when.... make sense checks aka Spot, Listen
Thread: Dungeons and Dragons (DnD) 3.5, anyone? : Time Difference/USA Morning Game : Go!

Recognition check 13 8 21, passed Spot check 1818 36 Yaiil grants the polite soldier a genuine smile as she pulls the cloak closer around her shoulders, wrapping herself into the comforting material as they make their way towards the exit in the wall.
Thread: Dungeons and Dragons (DnD) 3.5, anyone? : Time Difference/USA Morning Game : Go!

DM Yes, he is the man. ------------ Yaiil recognizes the man. This wasn't just a soldier she was speaking to. This was a big damn hero! Sergeant A.J. Johnson, a Man among Men among men. General consensus was that he channeled his 'awesome' into his attacks to destroy his foes... but it was mostly conjecture as to how his aim was so completely accurate and unerring. For a human man in his late thirties, he could kick ass like it was no one's business. Experts would argue that it was someone's business, and that business belonged to Sergeant A.J. Johnson, who employed one Major Badass and an elite squad of HALO jumpers. Let's not forget how spectacularly he got along with the Dragon Brigade, either. Sergeant Johnson suddenly whips up his crossbow and fires twice without reloading, firing three bolts with each pull of the trigger. His sweeping motion makes the each of the bolts fly at different trajectories ahead of the group... felling and killing 6 invisible enemies, whose corpses became visible upon death. From the clothes they wear, it appears that 4 of them were monks and the other two were spellcasters of some sort. An easy to move in monk's outfit would be beneficial, if Yaiil could nab one. However, that wasn't the end of it. From what she could see... two of the bolts had gone through their target's head, flying onward to the top of the wall. The bolts struck deep in the necks of two red-clad invader's fullplate, slaying them instantly... and knocking them off the wall entirely, one corpse pushing his ally off the wall due to the weight of the armor. The soldiers got into tight defensive formation after Johnson fired. As the troops and group pushed onward, Johnson turns to Yaiil a serious look on his face and in his eyes. Look, we're gonna get you out of here safe and sound, no doubt about it, he assured. He then pulled out a small paper parcel with an important looking seal and held it out to her. But I saw those muscles. You're a fighter. If I could help it I wouldn't be askin' this of you, but we need you to get this to the Emperor pronto. You fail and we're all fucked. Think you can handle that?
Thread: Dungeons and Dragons (DnD) 3.5, anyone? : Time Difference/USA Morning Game : Go!

I can try... Yaiil cautiously reached out for the parcel offered to her, her finger tips tentatively touching it as she looked back at Johnson. May I know what's inside? Is it breakable? Waiting for the answer, the clamor of the battle seemingly receeding for a moment, she added And how will I make the Emperor receive me in first place?
Thread: Dungeons and Dragons (DnD) 3.5, anyone? : Time Difference/USA Morning Game : Go!

DM Quest get! ----------- It's a deep crystal message recorder and a paper copy, just in case. Show the seal to any guard in the capital and you'll get an emergency audience, Johnson explained. He turned back to the group. All right boys and girls! We're getting these civvies outta here if it's the last thing you ever do! One of the soldiers spoke spoke out. Uh, Sir! Don't you mean 'the last thing we ever do, sir? Not if you're as good with that sword as you are at questioning orders! Now tighten up that formation! Move it people!! the sergeant rebuked, then proceeded to move to the front. The group moved with double the speed, hoping to get the women and children to safety before anything else happened. As they pass the first monk's cooling body, the roar of combat picks up behind them. A large explosion goes of a moment later, shaking the solid earth and sending many to the ground. Roll Balance DC 15 Multiple buildings can be heard collapsing in the background.
Thread: Dungeons and Dragons (DnD) 3.5, anyone? : Time Difference/USA Morning Game : Go!

Balance Roll 8 6 14. Almost made it Yaiil was still eying the mysterious parcel - supposedly heavily laden with responsibility exceeding its actual weight - as she trotted behind the queue of women and children alike trying to flee the city turned battlefield, her thoughts heavy with concern over the mission suddenly thrust upon her. What had she done to be thrown into this turmoil out from the carefree live she had grown to like? Letting the thoughts wander like this is a bad idea as she learned the moment the shaking ground took her by surprise, robbing her of her footing as she joined many of the troupe on the floor. Immediately she shook her head to clear up her thought processes, before her eyes fell on the monk corpse right next to her. Since she was already here ... might as well check out his garments - and other belongings. He certainly won't need them any more.
Thread: Dungeons and Dragons (DnD) 3.5, anyone? : Time Difference/USA Morning Game : Go!

DM It's dangerous to go alone! Take this! ---------- Yaiil got a monk's outfit, two rubies and a sizable nugget of gold. Oh, and a pair of sai. Can't forget the weapons. The soldiers split themselves between helping the civilians up and keeping watch for enemies. When none came, they assumed it was safe to move. Johnson had them move forward, taking point himself... when the smell of sulfur filled the air, and a sickening miasma seeped into the lungs of everyone who could smell it. roll save for nausiatia for 2 minutes, Fort negates, DC 10 A black portal, a circle that looked like a charred ring of rosevines, comes into being next to the Sergeant. A black lightning crackles about it, and just when Johnson turns and fires, a Balor rips out, a thunderous noise trailing in its wake. It is hit by the bolts, but does not slow, bullrushing Sergeant Johnson and tackling him, carrying the human hero on its shoulder and into wall of a building... then through it. .. And the next few buildings. The rest of the soldiers, now without the sergeant, began helping people move hurriedly, rushing them toward the gate that was only 50 feet away. Sometimes the woman or child would not move due to shock, so a soldier would pick them up and move them against their will. The sounds of battle were getting louder... and closer. The top of a nearby tower explodes into fire, filling the air with ash and cinders.
Thread: Dungeons and Dragons (DnD) 3.5, anyone? : Time Difference/USA Morning Game : Go!

All the stuff was great, only where to stow it? Fortunately one advantage of your generic monk outfit is that it is very easy and quick to get into, so that is what Yaiil immediately did. It was rather loose in most places - except her chest - but it fulfilled its purpose. And it had pockets. Rolled a natural 20 on the Fort save The moment Johnson disappeared from view adrenaline kicked in in full force. The urgency to leave was now greater than ever before, so she fully ended her charade as someone needing to be escorted, and rather switched over to the guardsmen, trying her best to herd their little caravan towards the hole in the wall ... fast. Come on, girls. No time to waste ...