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Thread: The God Who Would Be King (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Her heart could have stopped right then and there, her face lighting up a bright red as she could now only manage a quick nod.
Thread: The God Who Would Be King (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

He chuckled, a low attractive sound. Good. You do me a grand honor.
Thread: The God Who Would Be King (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

She nodded again. I-I shall.. P-P-Prepare immediately! She stammered before going off
Thread: The God Who Would Be King (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

He smiled affectionately before moving to continuing to regard his new subjects.
Thread: The God Who Would Be King (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

She got dressed as quickly and as nicely as she could, her heart racing.
Thread: The God Who Would Be King (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

By the time she made it to the palace, a building she was never allowed in before, she was guided to the dining area where Dagan sat dressed in the finest fabrics and jewels. The table was covered in delicious food.
Thread: The God Who Would Be King (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

She bowed once again. M-My great king I am most humbled by this feast.. And your presence is magnificent as always..
Thread: The God Who Would Be King (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

As always? His tone was teasing, We've only just met, lovely Anatu...
Thread: The God Who Would Be King (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

I-I apologize, it has left quite the impression on me..
Thread: The God Who Would Be King (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

He gestured for her to take the seat beside him, Do you drink wine? I have always wanted to try mortal wine
Thread: Followers

Is there a way for users to remove members that are following them, who are no longer active members or that they don't want to be followed by?
Thread: Followers

There is not. The only way that it can be removed is if the user logs in to unfollow you
Thread: Followers

This is something I've wanted to look into, though I thought I'd reported it somewhere.
Thread: Followers

Glad it is something others have had questions about or have looked at.
Thread: Followers

It kind of straddles the line between a bugoversight and a feature request.
Thread: Fx Female Fury's Search for Partners

Bring it up
Thread: A Night to Dismember (Foxxo & TNT)

Frank had been leaning against the brick corner of the alley, just along the inside, watching guests mingle outside the tea room. A lot of potential cash all wandering around like headless chickens. He'd always been a bit bitter of those more affluent than him, and considering that encompassed quite a few people, Frank was bitter pretty often. There was one guy in particular who seemed to outclass most others standing at the entrance, or at least it appeared that way. There was always a guy like him, not matter where you went. The alpha. Or, at least, the alpha in a group full of pups. That sort of status meant nothing to the actual wolves. Given his attire, it wasn't a surprise that most people tended to avoid mingling with him. A leather, slightly studded jacket, worn from use. A tattoo that ran from his ear down below the jacket. What it was you couldn't guess, but one could imagine there was a lot more going on beneath that leather. His hair was black shaggy, and slightly long. It was unkempt, but he wore it in such a way that made it look like it could have been intentional it suited him. Frank wore well-fitted, dark jeans, and leather boots, also wore from age and use. His face was rough, and though it may look like he hadn't shaved in a few days, he shaped it that way. This rough, short beard was a point of pride for him. It took the tall, well-built alpha pup a while, but finally he sauntered over to the corner Frank stood at. No idea what you're talking about buddy. Frank barely batted an eye. Funny that these types always seemed to want to talk to somebody. Can't be seen being bored in front of such a nice establishment, with so many people around. That thought elicited a bit of a chuckle from Frank. He had this guy pegged the moment he appeared at the front entrance. As highly as he thought of himself, in a city such like this, his type was a dime a dozen. However, those were some damn fine clothes, and expensive. Got a reason for talking to the sketchy guy standing at the edge of a crowd? Frank finally looked up. He'd been working a file over his nails, but put it away and blew on his fingers. Now his arms were crossed, and he stood leaning back against the corner. Surprisingly, even given his slanted posture while leaning, he didn't have to look up far at all to meet this man's gaze. He himself was tall, and well-built. Not that he'd show it off as much as this fancy lad. Frank's size had a practical use. It wasn't just for decoration.
Thread: A Night to Dismember (Foxxo & TNT)

Smiling to himself, Eric had to give the guy credit. Why exactly was someone of his caliber conversing with someone who appeared to be leagues beneath him? They were clearly from two very different walks of life, but curiosity had gotten the better of him, what with all of the staring. That said, now that he was standing a mere foot or two away from the leather-clad thug, able to smell his raw musk, even his bad breath, he came to realize that the guy was exactly that - a thug. Although... You wouldn't happen to be one of those scalper types? he suddenly questioned, getting his hopes up that that was exactly who this guy was because why else would he be lingering on the 'edge of a crowd' as he himself put it? You know, one of those guys who just happens to have the right pair of tickets, at the right time, for some ridiculously astronomical price? he then mused, with a slight smirk, wondering what the odds actually were that this would be the case. Never say never. If so, he would pay handsomely, in cash even, but if not, oh well, no harm done. He would carry on with his evening, writing this brief conversation off as nothing more than a bad judgment call. It wasn't like he owed this guy even another minute of his valuable time. If he couldn't give him what he wanted, he would just walk away. Thugs like him were probably use to such rude behavior, seeing that they themselves were usually the ones to act like uncouth - and clearly unwashed - goons.
Thread: A Night to Dismember (Foxxo & TNT)

Frank smiled, as a few interpretations ran through his mind. This guy had probably thought getting into the tea room would take no more than a was of cash and a pearly grin. Certain things came to easily to certain types. That sense of bitterness was creeping up on him. This guy needed his eyes opened. Things weren't always going to go your way. Sometimes they would go the opposite way. Believe it or not though, that's exactly why Frank was standing there. His boss had some connections to the owner, and as such a few tickets were always scalped on the side for a little extra on the top profits. Ushers, and those other employees working out front didn't know this though. Ya ya, I figured that's what you were looking for. Couldn't manage with just a pretty face hmm? Frank shot up off the wall and pulled a cigarette from his jacket pocket. He lit up and walked down the alley, gesturing to the well dressed man to follow. I got what you need, but it ain't going to be cheap. It never is. He continued to walk, not really caring whether or not he was followed. Oddly, it was that sort of attitude that usually resulted in him being followed.
Thread: A Night to Dismember (Foxxo & TNT)

Taking a step back as the guy shoved off of the brick wall, Eric raised an eyebrow at his 'pretty face' comment. It wasn't often that he heard such words coming out of a man's mouth, especially one that looked as rough as this guy, but if allowing him to make whatever observations he desired was how he was going to get his gloved hands on a pair of theatre tickets, so be it. The guy could call him whatever he wished at this point, as long as he came up with the goods in the end. Yeah, I figured as much, he then replied to the guy's comment about it costing him, as he cast one last look at the people strolling along the sidewalk, before stepping into the dimly lit alleyway. Normally, Eric wouldn't be caught dead in such a spot, and not because he didn't think he could handle himself if the guy tried to pull a fast one, nor because he couldn't recall ever having to stoop this low to get something he desired, although, that was a pretty could reason. No, it was the simple fact that the alley looked horrible and smelled even worse. It was almost as if the local restaurants had run out of places to go with their trash, so, instead of dealing with such a problem, they simply decided to carelessly dump their refuse here. Either that, or the hulking dumpster that sat just about midway down the narrow alley had exploded. Trying his hardest not to step in something he'd come to regret, Eric stopped just north of that same dumpster and called out to the guy who had kept on walking, leaving a trial of smoke behind him as he went. Hey, buddy, where you taking me? he questioned, wondering why the transaction couldn't just happen here. Hell, why couldn't it have just taken place at the other end of the alley? You worried about the pigs shutting you down? he continued to call out as he also continued to make his way along the alley. Seriously, dude, you better have what I need, he muttered, more so to himself, as he finally came upon the guy, looking a tad bit more intimidating in his preferred environment, which caused Eric to slow in his step just a little. Alright. Lay it on me, he demanded, wanting to get this over with already, as he began to reach for his money clip, which he kept neatly tucked away inside the folds of his jet-black tuxedo jacket.
Thread: A Night to Dismember (Foxxo & TNT)

Having gotten him about as far as he needed, Frank slowly turned around. Hey man, don't be so tense. It doesn't fit well on a a guy such as you. A long drag of his cigarette as he chuckled slightly. I got your damned theatre tickets so chill the fuck out. I'm honestly more worried about the attention I'd get should it slip that I have access to these. His other hand, the one not holding the cigarette, fished a pair of tickets out of his pocket. Given the decoration it was obvious what kinds of tickets they were. They were lavish, and obviously expensive. I've only got two on me at the moment, but like I said it'll cost you. Frank didn't specify an amount, as it was a tactic employed by scalpers, drug runners, and any legal negotiator as well. Don't make a monetary commitment until you're fully aware of your products value to another. Mind you, that rule wasn't limited to just monetary value. Frank's eyes followed the man closely. Given his business he was quite familiar with people trying to pull something. He wasn't all that worried about this one probably not even the type to know when to lie, but caution was the rule. Either way, he knew he'd be easier to handle than most of the ones who'd come before him. Frank finished his smoke and let his now free hand fall down to the other pocket of his coat. The smoke had been a bit of a guise, so as to make it seem that reaching for pockets, whether it be to grab his carton, a lighter, or the tickets, was natural and nonthreatening. Another strategy in his line... Disarm your opponent in any way possible, especially when violence was likely to occur...
Thread: A Night to Dismember (Foxxo & TNT)

Withdrawing his money clip as the guy basically told him to grow a pair, Eric proceeded to redistribute his muscular mass so that he not only stood taller than the guy, but his feet were now firmly planted a bit further apart, and his broad shoulders were cast back and squared off, so that his ample pecs were thrust out. Still think I'm pretty? he thought to himself with an amused smirk. Was he posturing? Sure, just a little - especially once he tilted his strong chin up in an arrogant manner - but he was also reminding the guy that he was more man than he appeared to be on the surface. Just because he dressed like a metrosexual on steroids, didn't mean he couldn't handle himself or the situation. Five hundred, he casually tossed the number out upon seeing the much sought after tickets, well aware of what their face value was. For the pair, he then added, as he began to pull the crisp one-hundred dollar bills from his clip. You know that's a good price, especially since they'll be worth nothing to you in a couple of hours. Eric was actually right. If the guy didn't sell them before the curtain went up, they would be absolutely worthless to him. No more valuable than the paper they were printed on. Could he take the risk and try to find someone who would pay him more, possibly even double? Yeah, he could do that, but why bother when you had a sure thing standing right before you? He was better off to take the money, cut his losses, and move on, than walk away with nothing. Well? he asked, as he offered the five bills and did his best to maintain his poker face. We got a deal?
Thread: A Night to Dismember (Foxxo & TNT)

Frank clicked his tongue and looked at the money clip. Eric's posturing didn't seem to have much of an effect on him. He dealt with guys about this size on the daily, and most of them were a lot more eager to use it than this man was. Listen, I'm not sure whether you're making assumptions based on a miscalculation, but I don't really need the money. I'd rather use the tickets myself and see how uncomfortable I can make the typical clientele. He looked up into his eyes from the money clip, a slightly disinterested glaze casting over them. Something tells me you'll be giving me every bill in that fancy clip of yours, big guy. Frank was a launderer and negotiator at heart, and could smell desperation a mile away. This one reeked of it. He'd do what he could to protect his pride, including paying a ridiculous amount for tickets if it meant feeling better about his capabilities. As he took a little bit longer to respond, Frank shrugged and put the tickets back into his breast pocket. Sure, 500 would be nice, but boss wanted more than that. He wouldn't be getting a cut if he sold them for that. No skin off my back buddy. Good luck and have a fun night. He began to walk back towards the mouth of the alley, slowly and deliberately.
Thread: A Night to Dismember (Foxxo & TNT)

A rookie mistake. That was exactly what Eric had just made as he practically showed all of his cards by carelessly displaying the impressive wad of cash he kept neatly tucked away within his money clip. What the hell had he been thinking? Well, quite clearly, he hadn't been thinking at all. In his race to get to the goal line, to get his hands on these damn tickets, he had essentially fumbled the ball. Now not only was he frustrated with the situation, but he was angry with himself. Angry with the stupid mistake he had just made, and angry that he hadn't prepared better for this evening. This wasn't just any evening either. Oh no. This guy that he was meeting, his 'date' so to speak, was not only the son of Eric's newly appointed boss, but he was a celebrity magnet of the highest caliber. While his father was one of the richest men in America, if not the world, Aaron Becker was the kind of guy you would constantly see splashed across every form of social media there was. There was no escaping him and his Greek-god good looks. We're talking Kardashian-level stardom here, not one of those wannabes, and it was Eric's job to wine and dine him, to impress him, so that, in turn, dear old dad would be impressed as well. Furthermore, if Eric could garner this guy's appreciation and, more importantly, his respect, so many more doors would open for him, doors he previously only dreamed about stepping through. Fine. Here. Take it all, he finally blurted, only after hesitating for the briefest of moments, just long enough for the guy to shrug the transaction off and begin to beat feet. Slipping the remaining bills from the clip, which would bring the grand total to a cool twenty-five hundred, Eric sneered at the guy as he offered the tidy sum up. Thankfully, the clip still contained his Amex Black Card, along with his I.D., so he still had the means to pay for dinner and whatever else Aaron desired. So his funds took a hit? Oh well. It was the price of doing business with such lowlifes like this. Last edited Feb 28, 2019
Thread: A Night to Dismember (Foxxo & TNT)

Take it all hmm? Sounds like a pretty good deal. Frank had every intention of doing so. He deftly grabbed the cash from Eric's hand and counted it. Two thousand, five hundred dollars. He'd seen a lot of money in his life, and could tell by the size of a stack almost exactly how much he'd find. An acquired skill when one dealt with physical cash so often. While counting, he glanced from the corner of his eye at this well-built, well-dressed man. If it came down to it, this little bit of money would only be the tip of the iceberg. That watch, polished to a brilliant sheen, would easily double his profits. His scarf? That jacket? Fur sold for a lot of money. Slowly, he finished counting, just as every article worn by Eric began to turn into dollar signs. Frank rolled the cash back up and placed it in a pocket just on the inside of his jacket. Based on how much he just rolled, his cut would be an easy fifteen hundred. Not a bad haul for one night, though he'd done better before. I'm glad to have done business with you. Hope you enjoy your night. With that he again removed the tickets from the other pocket inside his jacket and held them out for Eric. Frank was an honest business man, and people always got what they paid for. However, that didn't change the fact that there was other business to be taken care of. Transactions of a different nature...
Thread: A Night to Dismember (Foxxo & TNT)

Handing the cash over, Eric did his best to keep his cool. He wasn't happy at all, but he was relieved, since he was seconds away from getting what he needed to ensure that this would indeed be a night to remember. Aaron would get to see and, more importantly, be seen at that sold out show and Eric would more than likely gain favor with both the social media mogul and his equally powerful father. Hell, he would probably get a little press himself, seeing that he would be the one enjoying the show with the influential man. Sliding his much lighter money clip back inside his muscle-hugging dinner jacket, Eric patiently waited for the guy to finish up the transaction however, as he did so, he couldn't help but notice the look he was giving him. Even though it was subtle and in a sidelong manner, Eric knew that expression of avarice all too well. He had seen it numerous times before, petty much anytime he went out in public dressed as he was now, with all of the bells and whistles openly proclaiming him to be a well-made man. And while such looks were typically welcomed, easily bolstering his already inflated ego, having a guy like this cast the same expression his way only served to remind him that he needed to wrap this up now and get the hell out of this alley. Therefore, as soon as the tickets were offered, he snatched them up and immediately tucked them away, deep inside one of the satin-lined pockets of his full-length coat. Yeah. It was a real pleasure, was all he sarcastically muttered in return, as he turned and began to walk away, tacking on a quick, asshole, to the end, not caring in the least if the bottom feeder heard him or not. Last edited Mar 1, 2019
Thread: A Night to Dismember (Foxxo & TNT)

Frank didn't flinch or make any move as the tickets were snatched from his hand. He simply smiled and let Eric fiddle around with his overly-expensive jacket as he tucked them away. Rushing against such a target was always a bad idea. He'd gotten into plenty of fights with bigger, probably smarter when it came to fighting members of his own gang. When throwing the first shot, it always needed to be perfect. Just as soon as his body turned far enough away to make any sort of effective retort or response practical, Frank, with his right hand, curled a fist and jammed it, hard, into Eric's side. He was extremely familiar with kidney shots. Muscle in that area was always light, and if you were effective, the biggest men would fall to their knees, winded and incapable. However, he wasn't done. As Eric did just that, clutching his side, Frank kicked the same spot, hard enough to send him into the side of the nearby dumpster. Slowly, Eric rolled himself into a sitting position. Frank imagined his vision was swimming as he took a few labored breaths. During that time, Frank had withdrawn a short, but extremely lethal silvered blade. It was the type that doubled as bronze knuckles. He'd always like having options. Oh boy, you may be big but you'll fall the same as everyone else, and look at you now. You know... You should be more careful with your words. Frank smiled as he crouched down in front of the man, sliding the knife into Eric's jacket and tracing the outlines of his pecs as he sat against the dumpster. Take it all, is what you said right? I guess no one ever told you not to give men in alleys ideas. Well... it's too late for that, as I've had a few ideas now, and I tend to get what I want. He smiled wickedly down at the man, his eyes alight as various possibilities crossed through his mind.
Thread: A Night to Dismember (Foxxo & TNT)

Eric was doing an excellent job of racking up the rookie mistakes left and right. First, he had made the error of showing the thug all of his money. Then, because he rarely thought before he spoke, he had the balls to call the guy an asshole. But his biggest mistake, the one he would probably come to regret the most, was turning his back on the guy. What the hell had he been thinking? He was practically begging him to take full advantage of the situation, which is exactly what he did, without much delay and with the skill of someone who had done this a number of times before. The blow to his side had certainly caught him and his body off guard, causing him to go down hard upon his knees. The kick, however, he actually saw coming, but there was no time to react, to move out of the way, to even defend himself with a haphazardly placed arm. So, instead, his muscular mass took the full force of it, which sent him careening into the nearby dumpster. Hitting it with a hard thud, he landed on his side, but as quickly as he was forced into that position, he righted himself, onto his ass, in about the same amount of time. Regretfully, being tossed about like this did indeed scramble both his mind and vision just long enough for him to miss the drawing of the weapon. So instead of seeing the knife first, he felt it, specifically the sharp tip of it, tracing the outlines of his now slightly heaving pecs, which immediately caused him to go stiff, for fear of being cut. What the fuck do you want from me? he found himself muttering through clenched teeth, as he struggled not to move. You...you already took all of my money, he added with a sneer, which was followed by a cough, as the foul odor of the alleyway - or was it the thug? - assaulted his senses in full, now that he was down among the trash. Last edited Mar 1, 2019