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Thread: Someone Else, Something Else [RoleplayMaster and Sigr]

Holding Thea tightly to his side, he ensured his drunk sister wouldn't fall. Sure, he wanted to tell her off for drinking so much, but she was eighteen now. She was free to drink if she desired. And it wasn't as if his advice meant much to her nowadays. It was not long until Oliver had brought Thea to her room, and the changes in his family home never ceased to surprise him. Gone were all the cutesy toys and games, the general stuff a young girl like Thea would play with. Instead, it seemed like the room of an angsty teen. Was this Thea rebelling against her family? Was his disappearance a part of this? Sighing, Oliver began cleaning up, throwing worn clothes in the virtually unused laundry hamper. As Thea began talking, Oliver turned to face her, not expecting the underwear. Feeling himself grow hard, he wished that he had been with a woman in the last five years. Someone, anyone, so he could have not had these thoughts about his own sister. Rushing forward to catch her, Oliver soon found himself on top of Thea, boner pressed against her pussy as she caressed his face. I missed you so much too, Speedy. He said quietly, standing up and picking up his sister, getting her sleeping body into bed and ensuring she'd be comfortable. -- Walking out of the room, Oliver needed to vent. Giving Diggle the slip once again, he soon donned his hood, bringing terror to the wealthy business men that preferred the shadows. The men that seemed charitable, yet were dark inside. He was cleaning up the streets, yet no one understood.
Thread: Someone Else, Something Else [RoleplayMaster and Sigr]

With disturbing thoughts about his sister and Diggle off his scent, Oliver was free to pursue anyone he wanted, but what did he want to do? He could look at the murder of his mother, trying to get a look at the murder weapon, but the arrows used were in police custody. That would meant stealing them or using his ties to the Lance family, both things that could go horribly wrong. If he was supposed to clean the city according to his father wishes, he could also get a look over a new drug that was hitting the streets hard, or check out why some low ranked mafia goons were being taken out one by one. But maybe all of that were just distractions, as he had a list already panned out for him, a list with Walter Steele's name of it, the visible man of the board that was guiding Queen industries, the man that hired John Diggle to follow him. Or maybe he had something else in his mind. As the sun was setting, the night was still young.
Thread: Someone Else, Something Else [RoleplayMaster and Sigr]

Entering the makeshift hideout Oliver had made, the man dressed up, looking over the list his father had given him. One name stood out to him, a name that had been associated with an up and coming drug, which hit lots of young people hard. When not bringing death, these drugs result in scenarios equally as bad. Grabbing his bow and donning the hood, the mysterious archer of Starling City was out once again.
Thread: Someone Else, Something Else [RoleplayMaster and Sigr]

Oliver didn't have trouble managing and dispatching a bunch of street dealers, none of them knew anything substantial, and the few that were peddling the new drug, Vertigo, all got their supply from a middleman who knew a middleman... He managed to hurt the distribution line, but if it was profitable the one at the head was going to adapt and change, and all he had was a few doses of the drug and a nickname The Count. The city he knew was bad enough, but this one had turned into an even more twisted version of it, the evils his father knew that existed were being bolder than ever. If he was to keep chasing the drug he would need an expert to check the samples or setting some kind of trap for him, but it was the time to call it a night, as it was getting late and even him needed to sleep, needed to return home. The next morning a properly dressed Thea met him in the mansion entrance, both of them going to open the door since someone was banging at it, Thea seemingly nursing one hell of a hangover for the looks of her face. Captain Quentin Lance barged through the door without ceremony. I'm sorry she directed at Thea, but I've to question your brother about his whereabouts the night that it happened added, turned towards Oliver. To discard him from the list, at least for this one murder he added, with clear resentment towards him.
Thread: Someone Else, Something Else [RoleplayMaster and Sigr]

Oliver groaned as he awoke the next morning, head banging from a particularly nasty hit to the back of his skull. Thankfully Oliver had moved in a way that did not create a lethal blow, but it still hurt. His hair hid the mark, but even the sunlight made his head hurt. Apparently, his head was not the only thing banging though, the downstairs door making a huge racket. Pulling on some pants and a light shirt to hide the many scars and tattoos he had gathered from his home away from home, Oliver jogged down the stairs to find his sister at the door already. Thanks to the pain in his head, it replicated the pain and appearance of pain that you get from a hangover. As the door opened, he was greeted with the pleasant face of Quentin Lance. At least for this one murder ? Oliver repeated incrediously. So not only do you think I've committed several murders apparently, but you think I killed my mother. How dare you come into our family home and accuse me of this. he said loudly, before both he and Thea winced from the noise. He mostly said this as a stalling tactic, to come up with a response. Remembering the events of the previous night, and the small stash of Vertigo he held onto, Oliver decided to bite the bullet, and use that as an admittedly terrible excuse. I... I didn't go because I was getting Vertigo. After what happened to me on that island, I needed something to dull my senses as every movement leads to pain. Alcohol worked for like a day, but then it wasn't strong enough... I never used it though, it's still in one of my drawers upstairs. Oliver clutched his head, another ripple of pain coursing through it. I wanted to use it again last night, but I couldn't, so I just got drunk and hoped for the best.
Thread: Someone Else, Something Else [RoleplayMaster and Sigr]

I can't get you for my sweet little Sara, but that doesn't mean I'm not going after you. Experts may have said it was an accident when they recovered the ship, but I smell negligence Quentin said while Oliver stalled. Mister Lance, you are like family to me, but this- Thea wanted to calm him down, and even if she thought of giving her brother an alibi, she couldn't, since she was at the party when Moira died. She was there watching it all. Oliver admitting he was getting drugs the night his mother died left Thea baffled, speechless, she couldn't even shed a tear. Quentin on his part, almost smiled at the notion. Once a player, always a player I guess he said, spitting every word. You are coming with me to the precinct he grabbed him, putting some handcuffs and getting him in the car, leaving a frozen Thea on the door. About an hour later, a familiar face stepped by the cell Oliver was in, a Lance, but not Quentin. So it's back to drugs now Laurel Lance said without bothering to hide the disappointment on her voice. And you admit it in front of a cop. One that has a crusade against you she added. Laurel was no longer the nervous college student she was five years ago, now she was a confident lawyer, looking like a decade had passed instead of the half of it. So either you are stupid or you hide something even worse she said. Well, maybe you want to get punished, you have plenty of reasons to feel guilty she considered, but there was no edge in her tone, no resentment. Anyways, I'm sick and tired of it. My father was doing fine, all things considered, until you got back and he started to revive it all Laurel said. So I'm going to defend you, maybe that way will stop chasing down this path, and finally move on she added. I don't why you lied, but the arrest was mostly irregular, the search of the home was done without your presence and they found nothing Laurel enumerated. So you are free to go as long as you don't do anything stupid. More stupid. Your bodyguard is at the entrance, waiting for you she said.
Thread: Someone Else, Something Else [RoleplayMaster and Sigr]

Sighing as Oliver stared at the wall, he was far from bored. That's what happened when living on an island in solitude for five years. What surprised him, was how he was greeted by the younger Lance, his former girlfriend. Whether what I said was wrong or not, I can't believe I was accused for the death of my mother. Oliver said, still clearly upset at that. And I don't know what your father said, but I bought drugs. Never actually used them though. He cleared up, somewhat unsure why he was trying to prove himself to Laurel. That ship had clearly sailed, there was no hope for the two of them any more. Reading the tone of voice, it was a surprise to find no resentment or hate. Laurel... While I had no part in what happened to that ship, I promise you that I will feel guilty every single day of my life for what happened. Standing up, Oliver left the cell when she told him that he was free to go. Thank you Laurel. My hope is that eventually, the three of us, Tommy included, can be as close as we used to be. Back before that incident... Oliver suggested. Not waiting to hear a scoff or the eye roll of his former lover, Oliver left the precinct, signalling to Diggle that he was going. It was still daylight outside, so he didn't need to run from the bodyguard yet. He couldn't do his Arrow business for quite a few more hours.
Thread: Someone Else, Something Else [RoleplayMaster and Sigr]

Oliver was so upset by the accusation, so surprised by Laurel's defense, that a detail slipped past him. Something irked Oliver, something Laurel had said, but he was so lost trying to grasp the old times, trying to bring them back, that he had trouble putting his finger on it. Greeting Diggle, who was looking at him with suspicion since last night had slipped his guard again, Oliver knew that Laurel had said something that he had to think about. Mister Steele wants to see you Diggle said when he got close, interrupting his train of thought. Did Oliver manage to remember what seemed off in Laurel's words? Or was the headache still disturbing him?
Thread: Someone Else, Something Else [RoleplayMaster and Sigr]

Rubbing the back of his head as he approached Diggle, he felt like the day couldn't get any worse. Fuck me. He mumbled. Where and when? He replied, knowing Diggle wasn't his personal secretary. But Diggle was the one telling him of this meeting, so Oliver expected he would know. He only was half paying attention to Diggle, thinking back on his interaction with Laurel. Something was off with her. What was it that sounded wrong? Groaning as he gripped his head, the pain was getting worse. He needed some pain pills of some sort, now that they were available to him. Sure, on the island there was no such thing as pain pills, but there were still other options available to him.
Thread: Someone Else, Something Else [RoleplayMaster and Sigr]

Now Diggle answered, clearly unhappy with the task at hand. Was he angry because Oliver kept dodging him or was it something else? Queen Consolidated he added the where afterwards, opening the car door and waiting. He seems to be tired of you dodging him he added, since Walter Steele had tried to reach him since he got back, and they hadn't meet yet. I can relate Diggle added. Are you going to get in the car or do I have to tell him to forget about you and try reaching your sister? he added, seeing Oliver hesitate. His sister... what the hell was that about his sister? What did Thea had to do with it? Wait. Laurel said that her father didn't find anything, but the drugs were there, he even knew where to find them. So did Thea. So, what's going to be? Diggle asked, impatient.
Thread: Someone Else, Something Else [RoleplayMaster and Sigr]

Pausing as he remembered Laurel's words, Oliver knew that either he, or his family, would likely be in trouble. It was strange that somehow the drugs were never found, despite him even saying the approximate location of where they were. Coming back into the real world, Diggle seemed annoyed at his lack of response. Let's go see Steele. Oliver said, getting into the back of the car and waiting to be driven to his new location.
Thread: Someone Else, Something Else [RoleplayMaster and Sigr]

I still don't know how you do it, but I'm getting tired of your disappearing acts is the only thing Diggle says during the short car trip into Queen Consolidated. Bypassing a cute bespectacled woman, they got into a huge office, Walter Steele waiting there. I didn't want to bring you like this, and even less after what happened to your family. I'm very sorry for your loss he said, gesturing to a chair for him to seat. Walter was sitting on his desk, clad in a expensive looking suit. But it's my sad obligation to keep Queen Consolidated afloat, a burden that it's supposedly yours to take he added. Having a Queen at the helm does wonders for the stock price, the publicity, the fundraisers... Walter explained briefly. Then again, your sister is eighteen now, and she suits our purpose just fine he added. He wanted Thea to take the reigns? Did he want the best to the company or just to manipulate it? Oliver's head was killing him and mentioning Thea didn't do it any favors.
Thread: Someone Else, Something Else [RoleplayMaster and Sigr]

Sitting across from Walter, Oliver was silent, even after he gave his condolences for his family. It was merely a necessity, he doubted Walter meant it. And he still did not trust the dark skinned man, having no information about him. After listening about the suggestion of Thea taking the reigns of the family business, Oliver merely raised an eyebrow. Mr. Steele... Oliver began, refusing to call him by his first name, as that would convey familiarity and friendship. No, this was business. I have only been back a short while. Upon my return, the only sides of my sister that I have seen are angry, depressed, drunk, and hungover. I am sure that you have had more experience with my family lately than I have, so surely you would know the state she's in? Is Thea taking control of the company something in the company's best interests, or yours? Oliver asked, staring into his eyes with his piercing gaze. Five years on the island, Oliver was faced with a lot of horrors. So him staring at you was somewhat reminiscent of a escaped 1prison convict staring into your soul.
Thread: Someone Else, Something Else [RoleplayMaster and Sigr]

Walter Steel flinched slightly, either accustomed to the pressure or having information Oliver didn't. There had to be a good reason for him to be on his father's list, right? My interests and the company's are the same. Your sister may be... suffering he said, an euphemism like any other that didn't even begin to cover Thea's troubles. But she knows to behave, at least for a while. That way I can parade her in front of the press, show how she's making the effort to keep the Queen legacy alive, and see the stocks rise Walter smiled. She has that fragile beauty, almost tragic, people will devour whatever story I spin to them he briefly paused. But I prefer the story of the prodigal son, the boy made man, returning to take care of his own he added, his eyes looking at Oliver's. Now, what story do you want me to tell? he asked. In the meantime Diggle was out of the office, seemingly chatting with the woman outside.
Thread: Someone Else, Something Else [RoleplayMaster and Sigr]

Staring at him, hard, Oliver processed the information. So you don't care about my family at all? Solely looking for stocks to rise. I had heard you were close to the Queens, so hearing you say how you'd be happy to 'parade' Thea around the press, a girl that is clearly struggling, just shows me how much you care. He said, sounding fairly disgusted. I fully intend to take control of my father's company. You better work well to prove that you should be a part of the business too, looking for the business' growth without it costing my family. Oliver said, standing up and pushing his chair in. Now.. is there anything else, or are we done here? He asked.
Thread: Someone Else, Something Else [RoleplayMaster and Sigr]

I told you I'm a company man, Oliver, if you manage to get Queen Consolidated to new heights is fine by me... and the board Walter said. It's nothing personal. And no, there is nothing else he said, watching him leave. Just outside John was still chatting with the woman, Ms. Smoak said the nameplate on the table, but both stopped as he got out. Where now? John asked, looking at Oliver, wondering how things went with his boss.
Thread: Someone Else, Something Else [RoleplayMaster and Sigr]

Leaving the office, Oliver found Diggle speaking to a very beautiful young blonde. Despite his old playboy ways, the man found himself somewhat speechless, wanting to figure a line to say to her, but nothing came to mind. As Diggle had been facing away from him, he would not have noticed the slight pause in his motions, but Felicity may have if she had been looking close enough, and managed to recognise the signs. Settling for a small smile and a nod, his eyes soon went to Diggle. I'll head back home, see how Thea is doing and let her know that I'm fine from that whole incident with Lance. Oliver said.
Thread: Someone Else, Something Else [RoleplayMaster and Sigr]

The blonde woman outside Steele's office fidgeted when Oliver's step came to a brief halt before her, a split second for some, but he seemed to move in slow motion to her. She giggled nervously at his nod, but soon the spell was broken by Diggle's question. Diggle kept his mouth shut most of the trip, something seemed to irk him beyond the usual, but soon they reached the Queen manor, seeing a few things scattered on the ground as they entered, a vase smashed against a wall. What the- Diggle said, pulling a pistol out of his jacket. Stay here Mr. Queen, I'll go check things out he said, acting professional.
Thread: Let's cuss and decuss

So right now I am looking for a smut baised rp I have a few ideas and they are A man who's family has lost all there money sell his daughter as a maid. What they are not told is that she was never going to be a maid but her new employers sex slave. Taken A man has not talked to his grandfather for many years after a huge fight that they had about magic. The grandfather believed the man however when he goes to his grandfathers house he finds a strange note about something evil in the basement. As he goes down there he finds MC a succubus that his family has been keeping as a pet for generations. Now she is yours. What will YC do to or with MC this rp can be as dark as you want.taken
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Thread: Got your bitch in my crib and her face in my lap~ (NSFW)

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Thread: The Witch in the Woods [solace x FireWitch]

Krysta placed a hand on the sleeping form of her daughter and pulled it back just as quick. The teenage girl was still burning. It had been like this for days. A few days ago, the village Wisdom, an elder woman who learned the ways of herbs and healing, said the sickness was unlike anything she had ever seen. No herb and mixture proved useful and eventually, she resigned in defeat. Claire was given two weeks at the most to live, but time was growing short. Each day, Krysta would spend her time beside her ill daughter praying to the gods that the fever would break and she would somehow recover, but nothing happened. Now she was alone in the woods. The decision to embark was a quick and thoughtless one. Legend spoke of a witch who lived deep in the woods. Few claimed to have ever seen her. They spoke of the power the witch wielded and claimed they were lucky to have escaped with their lives at all. If anyone had the power to heal Claire it had to be this witch. As Krysta passed by branches and fallen trees, her prayer turned from the miraculous healing of her daughter to finding this witch in the woods. She was willing to offer anything to heal her daughter. From the fresh air, a new smell reached her nose. It smelled of smoke, but it was faint. Was she getting closer or was this something else? She tugged at the blue dress she wore and continued at a brisk pace towards, what she hoped was, the witch's hut. She walked for some time, until her ankles started to ache and she was no longer sure if she was headed in the right direction. The smokey smell still lingered in the air teasing her to take another step just to see if the witch was through the thicket of trees. Krysta pushed back some branches that covered her view and she saw the clearing. When she saw it, the smell hit her in full force as if by parting the branches she created a hole by which the smell could escape. She walked slowly up to the hut that stood alone in the clearing. This was it. She had to do this, for the sake of her daughter. Krysta reached the wooden door and then knocked. There was no reply from within the cottage. The wind rustled through the leaves, whistling quietly and making the smoke from the chimney dance. An eerie aura seemed to cover the clearing, a deep foreboding that could shake a persons very soul. Another minute passed of silence, no signs of life seeming to move within the house. A change in the breeze made the smell of smoke stronger, though the curls of grey were still floating up into the air. No, the scent from behind Krysta was more like the forest itself was burning, charred plants and animal flesh and adrenaline running through the air. Must be boring, waiting like this, a womans voice cooed in Krystas ear as a chin planted squarely on her shoulder. She sounded rich and warm like a crackling hearth. Are you waiting for the witch? What a rude woman, maybe she forgot that you had set an appointment.