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Thread: Masquerade [ Ft. Banks & November ]

What a vivid answer that was, not that she felt like arguing through it to figure out what was getting him into his emotions. While Kylo sulked deeper into the seat, Phasma's mentality was a bit different, perhaps because of how conditioning for stormtroopers had grown over the years since the Battle of Endor. Less emotional connection meant less fuck ups, after all. She wasn't going to baby him, knowing that there were plenty of First Order militants who stepped on eggshells when around the knight, but frankly, she couldn't take him too seriously in that outfit. None the less, Phasma wouldn't let herself be afraid of something she hadn't witnessed herself, let herself become fearful when her job was to more so. . Keep him from dying until they got to the Governor. Stepping out of the speeder only to hear the hard thud from the other side, the woman rolled her eyes faintly as she moved toward the front of the courier to watch him pace the remnants of another soft tantrum. If you break it and we have to walk back in this dress, I will be extremely upset. Leaning down now, the blonde began lifting the hem of her skirt again, both hands gripping it now as she bunched the fabric, successfully tying it up toward the middle of her thighs. She could not at all deal with this dress being the reason she got pinned down. She'd be damned. You did a better job at lying to him than you did to me. If that made him feel any better, standing now as she turned to him again with a raised brow, There are five of them outside, and I don't intend on having any more conversations that include me being married. However with their unfortunate luck throughout this trip, a part of her wouldn't be surprised if Fedorre had set this up as some sick honeymoon guise. And though she didn't necessarily expect him to do much, what with his ego crushed, the blonde turned and let her boots guide her forward, steps soft against the ground. One less conversation, one less awkward moment. Catching the end of a conversation of two human men at the back of the building, she watched them separate in opposite directions before moving carefully behind one, hands reaching out to grip his head, the soft snap muffled beneath the attempt to yell. Though it had been just barely, the other man had heard, Phasma releasing the man before her just to let her foot raise and land the back of her heel to the side of his head. The grips of her boot shoved against his neck, the stammering man now lay on the ground, staring up at the woman as she asked, How many of you are there? Whether he confirmed her headcount or not wasn't necessarily a hit or miss situation, foot pushing with a gentle ease as he again began stammering, Eight.
Thread: Masquerade [ Ft. Banks & November ]

If it helps, nobody will remember Robin Stillwater a day from now. Now, looking down at two men, he realized he'd need to reassess that statement, and expand his definition of nobody. If Commander Phasma performed like that regularly, she'd certainly see tomorrow no matter what happened on this godforsaken rock. For a glorified stormstooper, he was beginning to see why people put up with her weird unblinking expressions and constant understatement. Eight. Eight people that didn't know they were coming, weren't exactly elite tier military, weren't even force sensitive. He wasn't sure about breaking the Governor yet, but he was sure he'd get into the capital. He leaned over the man Phasma had destroyed and reached for his mind through the Force, less insistently this time. Every mind had its own textures and contours, secrets that were hidden on the surface or buried amongst deeper shames. He needed to clear himself out. Be a mirror, not a stonedozer. Where's the server room? The man was grimacing, pouring sweat out of nowhere as Kylo sifted into his mind. The man seemed to melt into the floor, pinned, and desperate. He saw no reason to be gentle with him. None. The man let out a soft whimper. I don't know! He wasn't deep enough to take the truth for himself, but he did have the lay of the land. You're lying to me, aren't you? I can always tell. He reached for the downed man's throat, and Kylo felt the Force flickering through him this time, smooth and responsive and... almost joyful. He pulled the man into the air, strangling him and stretching his limbs in all directions. The server room. It's your last chance. He sneered and let the man's throat open just enough to croak out an answer. Of course, just applying pain to someone wasn't a perfect interrogation method, and yet... It's in B2-17. The big room at the end of the hall. The basement. Thank you. Kylo focused his rage on the guard, crushing the veins in his throat and destroying his heart with an invisible, pitiless hand. The man fell to the ground with a soft thud and Kylo stepped over the body. Wouldn't make any sense to do that to someone and let him live. I already knew where the server room was, he grumbled. Of course, that wasn't the problem. They'd actually arrived with less frenzy than anticipated - there was an uneventful journey down to the MagLift, and only one guard on the level, who they'd evaded seamlessly. It was possible that they'd have to deal with him on the way out, but... Kylo hovered over the server computer, scanning their lovely faces and information into the database of aides and functionaries that had security clearance for the inner areas of the capital. I'm going to assume you don't want to be Mrs. Robin Stillwater on your biometric ID.
Thread: Masquerade [ Ft. Banks & November ]

For a moment the woman considered being thoughtful and mentioning the potential to practice on the man who was down and bleeding out the side of his head. But apparently his intentions were just that, arms folding over her chest now as she watched him lean over the already stunned man, perking up a brow softly as she watched the man's stance begin to change. The complete change was. . Different to watch, to say the least, having never witnessed the illusive Jedi Force herself, Phasma let her eyes drift from the cringing man to Kylo. His face had appeared to grow with something of a gloom, the terrified man's voice catching her ears, it wasn't unfamiliar to hear the sound of a beggar, but there was still something different in it. Never had Phasma let anything regarding the force cross her mind for more than a few fleeting seconds, because there were too many stories that were almost unbelievable. A woman of her vision, watching something creep across Kylo's face, the faint flicker of curiosity behind her eyes when the body rose into the air. Ticking the confirmed rumors off in her head, he almost seemed pleased with himself, unlike the sulking adult he had been only a few minutes prior. The change could be seen as something that made most uncomfortable, this giving more than enough of an explanation as to why his tantrums were tolerated and dealt with time after time. Eyes shifting their focus again to the man who stretched so still in the air, only to watch his body seize and fall to the ground like a pile of meat, a soft Hm. escaping. Well that was. . Odd. Nodding only faintly to herself as she stepped over the pitiful husk, easily her mind was starting to process what had just happened. Not to say she hadn't necessarily been a nonbeliever of the Force, but frankly, she hadn't care enough to delve into caring about it. All the Jedi were said to be dead, aside from this one in particular and a certain runaway Skywalker, so believing in it just seemed like a ridiculous waste of time. Well. . You can't say it wasn't sexy. Almost immediately scolding herself with a sharp bite to her bottom lip to prevent any slip ups that left her embarrassed any more today, Phasma was again relieved with her favorite thing Silence. Standing near the server room door, being ambushed in a basement was not anything she wanted to be the cause of this to end before they finished their mission, turning now when he asked if she wanted to remain as misses Stillwater. If it keeps you from getting fluttery on our story, then it's fine. Otherwise, no. She would deal with it, tight lipped and swearing in her head, but she would deal with it. Now, however, came a question she had given plenty of time to be patient about in regaining her stoic line of thinking, Is that the better version of what you're supposed to do with the Governor?
Thread: Masquerade [ Ft. Banks & November ]

You... you could say that, he grunted through his teeth. Mrs. Robin Stillwater it was - of course, now they were recent University graduates working as aides for... one set of Senators or the other. He would have changed the name if she'd actually offered a suggestion, but he wasn't inclined to bend over backwards to learn all her... little preferences. He hammered the keys, stretching out his own senses through the room and into the hall. Of course, we need to keep him alive. It's more than possible. The force can sense emotions, manipulate feelings, read minds, some of the old masters even had the power to reshape minds to their own will. Kylo waited on the computer to log his first set of changes. He was well aware of how terrifying that sounded to someone uninitiated, but he had long since made his peace with the forces he was wrestling with. The Emperor and... Lord Vader... held an entire galaxy under their sway. Trillions of lives balanced by their rage and passion and sheer willpower. I clearly haven't reached that level of mastery but... As evidenced by the fact that Phasma was here, acting as his chaperone. Doubtless she thought the Empire was held together by... shipyards and pamphlets and men with laser rifles. How could people not know any better? Perhaps it was better this way? If everyone in the galaxy was prepared for him, his work would be more difficult. Give it time. One day you might be happy that you have me as... well, that we worked together. He finished the second entry and gave her a little lopsided grin. That one wasn't perfect. He still shut me out. Or to be more accurate, I didn't let myself all the way in. Next time the charm, hopefully. The computer chimed gently and Kylo loved towards the door, almost joyful at their good fortune. A couple of dead bodies no one would miss for a while, free passes to the Capitol, and not a single scratch on either of them. The power was still crackling inside of him from his last display, and he felt looser despite his encroaching deadline. He clapped Phasma on the shoulder and maneuvered around her. We're about to singlehandedly conquer a planet. You'll be able to brag about this for the rest of your career.
Thread: Masquerade [ Ft. Banks & November ]

It hadn't quite dawned on her until he said it, until he listed of the many wonderful things his enlightenment did, eyes growing wide as she turned her vision back down the hallway. Read minds. Replayed over and over again, one of her hands lightly settling against the door frame as she inhaled sharply to regain her thoughts. Alright Phasma, you'd thought it one time, one fleeting time and it had only happened once. Just once, and never ever again. Another soft nod to assure herself before she returned back into his devoted semi-speech in regards to previous men who had caused destruction within the galaxy. Finally, something worth the distraction. Phasma had never found herself among several others within the First Order, searching for men to fall in line behind, to praise the way others had done to Lord Vader or Emperor Palpatine. Her duty was to the First Order, the cause it stood for. Not men with fondness for the Force. As? Clicking her tongue softly behind her teeth out of her ill formed habit, the woman knew he had left husband deep in the depths where it should be, turning back to him in time to catch the grin he gave her. Happy that they'd worked together because the cards were set well for him? Was he. . Was he bragging? Getting an ego? And there it went, any moments of still being a young twenty something with emotions and attraction, right out the window. Men. Thankful when he was done with such a chore, her head had turned back to the mess left in the hallway, only for her eyes to snap immediately to her bare shoulder. Thank you for selling my career so short. And although it would be nice to have in her arsenal, the conquering of a planet, the way he made it sound as though it were that much greater to have known him before he followed in the footsteps of so many other Sith, who were all murdered if she might add, Phasma welcomed the light once they were back outside. Well husband , I suggest we get as far away from this as possible, hm? The ride back to the airfield was rapid, the blonde turning her head to the building the officer had pulled the speeder from, pulling open the door of their ship and slipping into the pilot's seat yet again. Thankful they were off the ground without any difficulty, Phasma now spoke as they were no longer on the airfield. Red clay dirt looks a lot like Sansanna, doesn't it? Though only the first of the small jars contained the spice, the remaining two proving to simply be unimportant. With what would be happening by the end of the day, it was almost as though they had handed him something to keep him relaxed. Oh, but of course that was only if they were true to assume what he did in his free time. Another airfield proved that while one side of Chandrila was without, this one was the opposite, sighing softly, Let's get through this a bit better than the first time, hmm? What Phasma? Crippling embarrassment wasn't fun for you anymore?
Thread: Masquerade [ Ft. Banks & November ]

Oh excuse me, he said, hitting a button on the MagLift and leaning against the far door. This is important work for me. Maybe it pales in comparison to what you're planning to do next week. She had an ambiguous way of talking, clipped little indirect sentences, with stresses in just the right places to have him thinking about what she'd said. Either that, or he'd done all the thinking on his own volition, and that was a stranger thing to consider, wasn't it? But he knew what she was getting at, that he'd be going on to all the exciting things she imagined him doing and she'd be practicing her scowling looking around with her naturally unfortunate face, doing tedious grunt missions from here out to the Rim. Hm. Strange that a few moments of optimism after his breakthrough would leave her so chilly. Chilly even by her high standards. I couldn't agree with you more. Time was on their side here, but there was no need to dawdle. One of the many incredible problems with Republic aligned worlds was their insistence on bureaucracy for everything. Even something as gruesome as a couple of murders at a secure facility would need to gradually be pushed up the ranks - it would be days before anyone got around to actually assessing the damage done, especially considering the amount of secure data being held at that facility. It wasn't propaganda to say that the ideals of democracy and community, when applied to a scale of a galaxy or even a planet, created consistently horrid results. Are you going to tease me about the husband thing for the rest of my life? I had to think of that on the spot. And we don't exactly look like siblings. Against his better senses, his lips twitched into a slight, sardonic smile. It was funny, though. They were in the air before Phasma spoke again, this time talking about the spice they'd sold off to the traffic controller. Well, this time we have a cover story in place instead of... increasingly desperate improvisation. He slid forward and pressed a button on the comm, casually reading off the ship's name and manifest. Hang tight, Mr. Stillwater, we recently moved to an elevated state of security, it might take a few minutes to clear you. Kylo's eyes boggled as he sent Phasma a worried look. Okay. No problem. Thanks. Thanks... so much for your... thoroughness. Your thoughtfulness. He slapped a button on the comm and ran a hand through his hair. There's no way we're getting captured by people who dress like this , right? His nose let out a hot jet of air through his palm. Should we be uh... developing a contingency on the remote chance that we're found out? He'd tried to think of a phrase that sounded Phasma-like, as if that would spur her towards action. I guess we would just... give up, keep quiet, wait for an opening... But he didn't know. There was the possibility of turning around in mid-air and hurrying back to the Gauntlet . But would they be followed? By what, and how much of it? He didn't much like the ability of being in a ship this rickety, even if safety was relatively closer in the air.
Thread: Masquerade [ Ft. Banks & November ]

For the rest of his life? Til death. Perhaps what she hadn't thought about initially was the fact that while he was on the track to his slightly well paved uprising, Phasma would know him at his lesser end. She would have seen his frustrations, his fluttering, and his moments of disappointment within himself. Phasma had witnessed little ticks and nervousness creep over his face like a storm, while most had only seen the mask that he held himself so confidently behind. She was no one to judge, but while most had seen their end come at the hands of a man behind a mask, she would know him at what could quite well be his worst. His open faced, worst. And although both were in an uncomfortable bind, with small glimpses of getting used to this situation, later in life it might make things a bit clearer. For now, she took it for what it was. Kylo Ren as himself, without the mask. Eyes venturing down over the green of the forest as they passed, the woman only turning away when he spoke through the comm, announcing their arrival the way anyone naturally would. Meeting the concerned gaze the man gave her with a soft blink, her legs crossed again, only then realizing she hadn't readjusted her skirt back to the appropriate length, reminding herself to do so before they landed. They were supposed to be held to some sort of esteem, after all. The stammering in his words brought her focus back up however, her lips curling into a grin when she could hear the very point his nerves shoved themselves into his throat. There was no way they were getting caught by people who dressed like this, indeed, one hand reaching out and carefully shifting a few buttons across the console, for his sake, it was almost pleasant that he was more than just another stormtrooper. He'd have been slapped back into the present, and in his senses, several awkward stances ago. I am only here to make sure you get through this alive, but. . And here was where her eloquent way of wording came again, I have plenty more opportunities to walk out on Fedorre in the middle of a conversation. While Phasma knew she damn sure didn't want to hear any snide remarks from the man, just that little bit of information alone would give the Admiral fuel to mention it in every little conversation he could. Phasma's job here was to get him to and from this mission safely, and alive. Now, if he felt like turning and running away so soon, the woman would oblige because technically, he was the one in charge in this situation. But the longer it took him to decide, the closer Phasma got to the next airfield, and turning away the closer they got would look oddly suspicious. Turning away from him now, the woman shifted lightly in her seat, eyes catching sight of the open grey of the airfield, I am Asa Stillwater, your wife. We're newlyweds who just finished University, and we are just so happy to be aids for Senator Dipka. That was their story. Simple. Now they just had to stick to it.
Thread: Geisha Snake {Pokemon, FxAnything}

RE Geisha Snake Pokemon FxMF bampu
Thread: Geisha Snake {Pokemon, FxAnything}

RE Geisha Snake Pokemon FxMF Okay you're questing to play a milotic but are you wanting the trainer to be only female or are you not caring what gender the trainer is?
Thread: Geisha Snake {Pokemon, FxAnything}

RE Geisha Snake Pokemon FxMF Gashnaw said Okay you're questing to play a milotic but are you wanting the trainer to be only female or are you not caring what gender the trainer is? Click to expand... I don't mind either gender. Maybe I didn't list that properly, I'll try to revise it.
Thread: Geisha Snake {Pokemon, FxAnything}

Nah its more i was curious as coiling is common for Snakes on girls, so given that Milotic would be coiling it's trainer, i was wondering if the milotic was gender neutral. I would be up for it but the setting itself post contest Not really something that works for me. I do however have a wolrd in mind if you are into post apoclypse type things.
Thread: Geisha Snake {Pokemon, FxAnything}

Gashnaw said Nah its more i was curious as coiling is common for Snakes on girls, so given that Milotic would be coiling it's trainer, i was wondering if the milotic was gender neutral. I would be up for it but the setting itself post contest Not really something that works for me. I do however have a wolrd in mind if you are into post apoclypse type things. Click to expand... Sure thing, PM me what you've got thought up.
Thread: Providence County- Streets

Providence County-Streets -Thread for travelling in between areas within Providence County- Info and picture from Wikipedia.org- According to the U.S. Census Bureau, the county has a total area of 436 square miles 1,130 km2, of which 410 square miles 1,100 km2 is land and 26 square miles 67 km2 6.0 is water.3 It is the largest of Rhode Island's five counties by land area. The county is drained by the Blackstone River, which runs partly along the east border, the Woonasquatucket River in the central part of the county, joining with the smaller Moshassuck River in downtown Providence, and the Pawtuxet, which forms a portion of the southeastern boundary of the county.4 The Pawtuxet is dammed in the western part of the county to form the Scituate Reservoir, which supplies drinking water for Providence and surrounding communities. The highest natural point in the county and the state of Rhode Island is Jerimoth Hill at 812 feet 247 m. Sea level is the lowest point
Thread: The New Farmhand (Yen + FavoredFox)

Nathan was used to living the good life. He'd gone to college and gotten a degree but he had mostly been interested in the parties and the women. Truth be told, the business degree he'd gotten would mostly be useful when it came time for him to take over his family's farm. But for now that day looked to be a long time off so he had all the time in the world to move between jobs wherever he wanted. The most recent prospect was a farm in a predominantly furry community, one whose help-wanted ad had sounded more like it belonged on a dating site. Still, he fit the handsome young farmhand description to the letter. Nathan was just about six foot two, fit as could be, and at 23 years old still had his boyish good looks going for him. He wasn't as broad as a lot of farm hands but what he lacked in raw power he more than made up for in stamina. From the second he walked onto her farm he stood out, not just for being human, but because of the bright blond hair and nearly emerald green eyes he was sporting. As for his clothing, that was a bit more understated, a slightly faded t-shirt and jeans. Of course, the jeans turned out to be a bit more of a sight, having a bulge that was probably a bit more noticeable than he'd intended. Nathan walked up to the farmhouse with his usual boyish grin, noting that there were a lot of cute furry girls around the farm. A furry probably would have had some idea what they were getting into. Afterall, a good breeding male was valuable in the furry community. Between the cum and their show value a farm could make a lot of money. Depending on the farm this could be a lot of fun, but some connoisseurs wanted their cum aged and some shows weren't intended to be much fun at all for the males. Nathan knew how rare it was for a human to be as hung as him but he had no idea how valuable that made him in a community full of devious furry women who made their living on those sorts of shows.