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Thread: Living in the New world (DovaKittenxFrelance)

He saw her eyebrow crook up at his comment and just smirked deciding not to say anymore for the moment. Jackson took the tablet and quickly read what he as signing then quickly signed where she had indicated. Looking up at her question he nodded slowly as he reminded himself that the blood she was talking about was either the synthetic stuff that he would never touch or the tasteless blood that was harvested from clones. What you are talking about is not blood but yes I am hungry so lets go pick some up. He handed the tablet back to her then waited until she was ready to go before he followed her out of the room. As they came back to the lobby he waited until Helena had submitted the paperwork before went to mess cage set into one wall with a young man sitting behind it flanked by a witch and a warlock who regarded him with suspicion as he approached. Pulling a card from his pocket he slid it through the hole at set at desk level. I want my belongings. My paper work should be going through now and as much as I have enjoyed my time with your, organization. I would rather move on. He gave all three a cold smile as the young man took his card and checked his computer to make sure Jackson was telling the truth before getting up and walking through a vault door. When he came back out he was rolling what once was a standard military issue pack. Much of the straps had been replaced by very thin and flexible metal. When the man tried to lift it so he could place it on the counter he was surprised by how much it weighed. It took all his strength just to lift it onto the counter and slide it through the hole. I need you to sign here as proof that you got your things back. Jackson ignored the paper for a few minutes while he searched through his bag making sure everything was still there. Only after he pulled out a pair of dog tags there looked to be at least a century old and put their chain around his neck did he sign the paper work. Once that was finished he shouldered he bag as if it were empty and went back to Helena to wait for her to lead the way. As he waited he started to wonder what he might be able to do with the necklace since it was his aura that was over powering the connection. He didn't know much about the way the necklaces worked but he did know that it was supposed to be guardian's aura that was in control of the connection.
Thread: Living in the New world (DovaKittenxFrelance)

Helena rolled her eyes when he corrected her about the blood and resisted the urge to tell him to get over it. Instead, she smiled as he handed the tablet back to her and as she tapped at the screen to send it in, she made her way out of the interview room. The moment they were in the hallway, it felt like a weight had been lifted even though she was very much tethered to another person. Most of her life had been spent alone, her mother was gone so much that she practically raised herself and now she would have to live with this Vampire whose attitude was easily worse than her own. In the lobby she was stopped by the woman at the front desk and told to sign another form stating that she was leaving with her charge. She quickly scribbled her name on the dotted line as she looked over her shoulder at Jackson rifling through a military pack before he put on a set of dog tags. He was in the military before he was turned, she realized and she wondered if that was when he was turned, but she didn't pry as she very much wanted to get herself a drink too. She walked over and stopped beside him, Ready, she asked as she tossed her bag over her shoulder and led the way out. Outside of the building there was chanting going on that could be heard faintly before they even opened the door, Helena sighed as she knew exactly what it was. She opened the door and there was a crowd of protesters with signs that read, 'Blood Suckers Aren't People' and other insensitive claims about the pact. Life for them is death for us, they shouted in unison over and over again. She looked over at Jackson almost apologetically before she pressed on through the crowd when one of the protesters blocked her path, Don't you have any shame? You Wiccans might as well be classified as non-human, one man shouted in her face as the others behind him closed in, Dirty leech lover. I hope he turns you into a blood doll. Blood dolls were like mindless slaves that were bound to one vampire to be used for feeding, they showed no emotion and had no free will, it was illegal in most places for vampires to create blood dolls but laws were being made to make it legal if the human agreed to it. Still, it was terribly uncouth to wish such a fate on someone, especially a Wiccan. Helena seemed very calm on the outside but these protesters were quickly turning into a mob and her eyes started to dart around for some sort of official to break it up. sorry it took so long to get a reply, been a little busy .
Thread: Living in the New world (DovaKittenxFrelance)

As I will ever be. It will be good to see the faces of the those ungrateful shits that have been yelling all day. He had been listening to the protesters for the better part of the day as he sat in the lobby but since he had been brought in through the parking garage he had not seen them as of yet. When the doors opened and the full volume of the chanting hit him full force Jackson hesitated for just a split second his whole body tensing up and his lips turning to a very thin line as he pressed them together as he forced himself to hold his tongue as she led the way through the with every step his anger grew from a simmer to rage fueled by each repetition of the protestors chant. When the protestors started to close in on them and were hurling insults at her. When he was referred to as a leech Jackson gave the man just enough time to finish his words before he brushed past Helena and grasped the man's throat and lifted his off the ground as he held up his dog tags for the man to see. He spoke loud enough to let at least half the protestors to hear him as they all fell quite. You see these? I got these when I volunteered to fight those monsters you hate so much. Do you want to know what I learned from that experience? He paused and waited for the man to nod as best as he could before he continued. I learned that we were fools to try and exterminate them. All we did was feed their ranks since they turned the wounded soldiers whether they wanted to live or not. He dropped the man as he started to turn blue and only their realized something didn't feel right. After a second he glanced down at the pendant and saw that the black inside it was pulsing and flowing inside as if it were filled with a liquid. He glanced at Helena's crystal seeing something similar happening but his head snapped back to the man inhumanly fast as the man started to pick himself up. Be more grateful you shit. If it were not for her kind you would be nothing more than cattle. He started walking away not wanting to be around with the humans realized they outnumbered him and if he did actually do damage to any other them he would be detained if not outright killed. As he walked he tried to understand what had been happening. He knew his aura had seemed to overpower Helena's but he had no idea what that meant. He had always tried to stay away from wiccans and any other magic users he had run into. When he realized how fast he had been walking he slowed down to let Helena catch up and focused on listening to her as she came up behind him.
Thread: A multiplicity of RP ideas (In-depth multi-search thread)

RE A multiplicity of RP ides In-depth multi-search thread Bumping this, 25 hours and on page 4. It'd be really nice if I could find a partner or two, at least.
Thread: A multiplicity of RP ideas (In-depth multi-search thread)

RE A multiplicity of RP ides In-depth multi-search thread Think this needs a bump xD
Thread: A multiplicity of RP ideas (In-depth multi-search thread)

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Thread: Looking for Male Pokemon and Trainers for Pokemon Game

RE On the Way to Victory Road Looking for Male Trainers and Pokemon can it be pokemon gijinkas pokemon girls?
Thread: Looking for Male Pokemon and Trainers for Pokemon Game

RE Looking for Male Pokemon and Trainers for Smut Heavy Game No. I'm not into gijinkas for rp purposes. And please don't post in here, pm me if anyone is interested.
Thread: Hardcore Smutlicious Fest! (Bestiality and Non-Bestiality)

RE Hardcore Smutlicious Fest! IM Preference Bestiality and Non-Bestiality I'm online tonight, not sure for how long. I might be on through out the day as well, depending upon how things go.
Thread: Hardcore Smutlicious Fest! (Bestiality and Non-Bestiality)

Available for a little bit, and I'm feeling bored.
Thread: Hardcore Smutlicious Fest! (Bestiality and Non-Bestiality)

Just added two new ideas, Time to Pay and Broken.
Thread: Malin's 1x1 Search (MxF)

RE Malin's 1x1 Search M looking for F Introduction Yep brand new thread kicking off a new level of adventure hunting. I'm expanding my search, and going to take all of my current cravingspairings and put them all out into the universe. Who knows maybe some of them will come home. So who am I? I am a 23 year old male with virtually no limits, but that doesn't mean I don't have standards. So for the first time ever I'm putting down rules, and looking for quality partners. I would like to give my thanks too Lady Yuna for coming up with this format. She is a great rp'r and you can check out her request thread if you follow this link Limit No Pregnancychild birthbreedingchildren of any kind. I hope I can make this clear and understandable but if your character becomes pregnant during our rp, the rp will be dropped. You can edit the post all you want, but if a child shows up claiming that my character is it's daddy I've already jumped out of the window and am crab walking down the hill screaming at the top of my lungs. Rules Be Respectful I will never insult you, please feel free not to insult me. Help Me Plan I don't want to do all the work for an RP offer your ideas. Keep Me Informed If you vanish off the face of the earth I send pm's if I have your skype I will ask you what is wrong. I Will Not Change These Rules OOC Chatter I will talk to you as we rp, so please feel free to talk to me as well. All Rules Are Subject To Often Change Do Not Bump This Thread I Am Taken I am not nor will I ever be looking for a relationship sorry ladies I'm taken. Real Life Gender does not matter As long as you are willing to play a female character I really don't care what you personally have between your legs. All FC's Should Be Drawn Artwork, Anime characters only please, no real life models and don't ask me to play myself or ask to play as yourself, i'm not interested in you I want your characters. About my characters I am a male I only play males, but I can play a wide range of multiple characters. I am a switch which means I can play everything from Heavy Dom to sniveling sub, but I prefer roles where top and bottom are more liquid. I do not keep a list of characters I can play rather my characters tend to be either Cannon characters from anime, tv, movies and books, or characters designed for the situation. I do both con and non con roles. some times all at once
Thread: Malin's 1x1 Search (MxF)

RE Malin's 1x1 Search M looking for F Original Themes and Pairings Feel free to mix and match settings and parings to make something interesting. my preference will be bold. cravings are underlined SettingsTypes of rp See more Sci Fi Murder Mystery Modern Highschool End of the world Post Apocalypse High Fantasy Harem Reverse Harem Original Pairings and Ideas See more Dragon X Any other Fantasy Race Neko X Other DemonAngel X Human Psychiatrist x Patient Necromancer x Revived Teacher x Student Twincest Brother X Sister Thief X nobility Half Elf X Any other Fay Race Warden X Prisoner Wizard X Apprentice Mage X Warrior
Thread: The Soulbinder (Randomizer & Sensualist)

Kingdom Hospital didn't do itself or its patients many favours with its outwards appearance. It was built in a solemn grey building downtown, once the foundation of some ambitious skyscraper that never made it. Art-deco gargoyles peered over the roof, and it had in general all the architectural charm of a tombstone. Few people seemed to be coming in or out of the reception as Desmond Psyche arrived at the hospital to visit his friend, though the sound of ambulance sirens coming too and going fro echoed off the pleated stone walls of its faade. He stepped past a hoary old dog tied to a metal pole outside, which lifted its head and gave him a suspicious glare. The automatic doors hesitated before squeaking open, revealing a tiled room that smelled of antiseptic though not quite enough to conceal the other, unpleasantly organic smells of the waiting room and was lit by sickly green fluorescent lights. Raising her eyes from the soap-opera digest she was reading, a nurse with hair like steel wool and eyes of purest indifference pointed Desmond to Sean Fielan's room when he asked. Sean was one of Desmond's best friends, the sort of friend that could only be forged in the heat of beating the crap out of one another. They were regular sparring partners at DeSanto's kickboxing gym, and had built the kind of mutual respect that only black eyes and split lips made. Sean was a nice guy, maybe a bit cocky but when you lived a charmed life like he did, maybe that was inevitable. He was justifiably proud of his 'luck o' the Irish' he aced exams at college despite never studying, had never met a hand of poker he couldn't win with, and seemed to score with a different girl every night. That luck seemed to have run out of late, though. His GPA had dropped precipitously, his car had been stolen, and he'd lost his wallet twice just in the past week. The acme of his misfortune was what had landed him in hospital a car had lost a wheel as he was mooching along the street, sending him reeling into an open manhole cover and straight down into the noxious mire of the sewer. A different nurse was in his room as Desmond arrived, administering an inoculation against whatever horrid diseases he might have been exposed to. Now hold still... the man admonished, applying the needle. There was a high-pitched sound, like a guitar string snapping, and Sean gave a whimpering yelp of pain. Shit! the nurse grunted with minimal apology in his tone. It snapped! That's not supposed to happen! Sorry, Mr. Fielan... that must've stung. He quickly fixed the tiny geyser of blood in Sean's arm then bustled off to tend to the rest of his charges, giving Desmond a reproachful look as he passed. Like it was his fault? A few tufts of sandy blond hair were visible through the bandages and splints that swaddled Sean nearly head to toe, but he managed a weak grin when he saw Desmond. There was a gap in his teeth that hadn't been there before, and his face was a mess of scrapes and bruises. Hey, Des, man. Do I look as bad as I feel?
Thread: The Soulbinder (Randomizer & Sensualist)

As Desmond made his way into the tomb of the not yet dead, better known as the Kingdom Hospital, he could not help but be glad that he was skilled enough in his kick-boxing that he had rarely had needed to go to the hospital. There was no sense that was not eager to take his leave. To say the place was boring and depressing to look at was putting it lightly, and it smelled so much of antiseptic and various other bodily substances he did not want to know that he quickly had to breathe through his mouth, which only made things slightly better, considering now he could practically taste it, too. The sound was as bland and miserable as the rest, the buzzing of TL-lights, the coughing of sick patients, and several other generally unpleasant sounds. And the atmosphere was chill, even though it was still decently warm outside, so that his arms got goosebumps. He decided to simply ignore it, and put his mind on why he was here. Sean Fielan, or Gladstone, as he was better known by the people at DeSanto's, even though these days he did not really live up to this name any longer. Generally, he was one of the best fighters there. While his technique was, at times, a bit sloppy, he really did know how to make the best of any openings he found in his opponents defence. But lately, he had somehow gotten so bad that a 14 year old could beat him. They had tested it. They were still unsure how he had managed to trip and fall directly into an oncoming blow that could normally have been easily dodged. And the drop down the manhole seemed to signify the last bit of his once good luck turning bad. So Desmond was now making his way towards him, to see how he was doing. Not well, of course, but he didn't know precisely how bad. Quite bad, he found out when he saw him. There were more parts of his body currently covered in bandages than there were parts that were bare. And he could not see his treatment helping much, if everything went as well as it was going now. He managed to grin back at him, though, ignoring the nurses' glare. Depends, Gladstone. He answered, taking a seat in one of the uncomfortable hospital chairs in the room, Do you feel like you ought to be lying in a Pharaohs' tomb, chasing away interlopers? He smirked at him, but it fell away only a bit after. But shit, man, what happened? Did you trip over a black cat after walking underneath a ladder, and hit a lifetime supply of mirrors, or something? Got cursed trying to steal a leprechauns' pot of gold? You seem to be catching up on all the bad luck you should have had over the rest of your life.
Thread: The Soulbinder (Randomizer & Sensualist)

Sean's grin remained. Nah... I always saw myself as more the Brendan Fraser, hunky-hero-slash-love-interest type. Rachel Weisz? I'd go kosher that. He laughed, but it rapidly became a cough, and that cough became a symphony played on the Clive Barker church organ that was the pulleys and straps that held his limbs in place. Sean blanched as the cough wracked him, jerking at his aching extremities and forced himself to remain still until it passed. Agh. God, he wheezed, twisting his head until he could suckle at the straw of the water bottle positioned near him. When Desmond mentioned all the superstitions he might have violated to earn this karmic punishment, Sean's expression sobered, and he shot an emploring glance at the blinds of the hospital room. How did you... ahhh, no, man, you'll think it's stupid. You'll think I'm an idiot for believing in it. He grimaced, but after a moment said, slowly It's... my four-leaf clover, Des. Someone stole my lucky four-leaf clover. Sean's four-leaf clover made from one and one third regular clovers and some superglue, he'd smugly confided in Desmond once was one of his favourite ways to pick up women. He'd flash them the laminated good luck charm and brag about his fortunes, 'coincidentally' showing off the condom packet he carried next to it in his wallet at the same time. I know... I know what it sounds like, man. But all this shit started when it vanished.
Thread: The Soulbinder (Randomizer & Sensualist)

Desmond chuckled, glad that Sean was still capable of joking around, but it faltered when he ended up going into a coughing fit. He felt like he should help, but he had no idea on how to do such a thing. So he just watched as his friend was obviously hurting himself with coughing like this. He couldn't imagine what it was like, lying there in pain like that, and was quite certain that he did not want to find out anytime soon. He was not entirely sure what to think of what Sean said. If he didn't sound so completely serious about it Desmond would've asked him if he had hit his head on the way down into the manhole. Still, feeling a connection to tales of myth, legend, and folklore, and believing in them were two entirely different things. Are you sure? He said. How could a missing four-leaf-clover, hell, a fake missing four leaf clover cause such a thing? And who would have taken it? I mean, I know plenty people are jealous of you, but I don't think any of them believe that that four-leaf clover is actually the source of you're luck. As far as I know, most of them simply think you're a cheater. He shrugged. I mean, I'm willing to believe it's true, but if I'd have to get it back for you, I would have to know whose ass to kick to get it back.
Thread: The Soulbinder (Randomizer & Sensualist)

Closing his eyes for a moment as Desmond didn't immediately dismiss his claim out of hand, Sean leaned back in his network of straps and supports. I don't know. Maybe it's like the feather in Dumbo, just makes me think I'm lucky. Or maybe it's real. I don't know. And hey, people got a right to be jealous of me. I'm amazing... his voice creaked, and he nearly started coughing again, but managed to clear the itch in his throat. Well, uh, as for who could have taken it... there was this girl, he said. A lot of Sean's stories began that way. Met her in a bar. A real little firecracker. She was Irish, genuine Irish, with the accent and everything. Damn, but she could... his gaze unfocused a little, thinking about something more pleasant than his present predicament, then he blinked and continued. Uhm, anyway. It was after her that things started to go wrong, man. I'm sure she took my damn clover. Maybe... maybe as a keepsake? Sean craned his head up, gazing at Desmond. Wait, you'd do that for me, man? I mean, I was gonna ask you to try and get it back... but I didn't even need to ask you! That's solid, Des. Solid as fuck. Knuck me, bro. He made a fist as best he could with his hand sealed in plaster, and waggled it at Desmond for a fist-bump.
Thread: The Soulbinder (Randomizer & Sensualist)

Desmond had to smile as Sean, who was currently looking as if he had fallen under a bus, still was calling himself amazing. He was luckily wise enough to bite back the several snarky comments that came to mind. He did, however, roll his eyes at Seans mention of a girl. He seemed to be unable to talk about anything else about a woman that he had spent the night with but her skill in bed. True, that might have been the thing they spent most of the night doing, but that did not mean Desmond appreciated the mental image. After his last words, Desmond raised an eyebrow at him. Of course. We're friends, that means I'll certainly go around and find your fake luck charm to comfort those aching bones of yours. He said. He leaned over, and softly touched his fist against Sean's, guessing that much more than that would hurt him. Still, 'Irish girl in bar who is great in bed' is not really that much to go on. I'd really need her address, or at least the name of the bar you met her in, or her phone number. He said.
Thread: The Soulbinder (Randomizer & Sensualist)

There was a pop as they fist-bumped, and Sean made a face. Oh, great, there goes the last one. Now I have a complete set of broken bones. Maybe I can trade them in for a set of steak knives. He chuckled, but it turned into a wheeze, and stopped himself before enduring another coughing fit. Yeah, man, don't worry, I got you. She was in Jax's Basement - that's that underground club, literally and figuratively, on Shore Street, right? Kickin' place, if you can get past the bouncer. She seemed, like, a regular there, really at home. I, uhm, didn't catch her name or her number... we didn't really have that kind of relationship, you know? But she had wings tattooed on her back, and a four-leaf clover on her belly, just below the belt-line... that was my 'in' when I laid on the moves. She was short... redhead... natural redhead, if you know what I mean.