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Thread: Quix's Plot and Character Journal

Dulce Periculum - Flickaha Elliquiy Current Status Active A variation on the inactive Internet Killers plot with a new partner and dynamic. Synopsis A psychopathic, sadistic serial-killer meets a woman on the dark web who is aroused by the suffering of others, and together they form a depraved partnership involving rape, torture and murder. Major Characters Todd Lowry Sociopathic, sadistic serial killer already responsible for five rapemurders, and numerous other undisclosed crimesdepravities before meeting Hannah on the Dark Web. Occupation IT Security consultant Age Undisclosed as yet Hair Undisclosed as yet EyesUndisclosed as yet Hannah McKay Aware that she has never been normal, and that feelings don't come naturally to her, since she was a child, Hannah works harder than everybody else did to ensure nobody else knows it and to compensate for what she lacks. Occupation Medical StudentWorks in the Corner's Lab Age Early twenties Hair Blonde Eyes Green Alex Hannah McKay's policeman boyfriend, unaware of her true desires or what's behind her 'normal' mask. To become the story's chief antagonist. Mr Biggles Todd's beloved black tabby. Story victims See more Cherise McMahon Todd's fifth, but first named, victim. Corpse examined by Hannah in the morgue where she works. Tortured in an isolated forest, and burnt to death. Ellie Shaw Todd's second story victim. A twenty-one year old college student, murdered on Campus Grounds same as Hannah attends, and suffocated with her own panties as a 'gift' to Hannah.
Thread: Quix's Plot and Character Journal

An Inside Job - AzureRain Elliquiy Current Status Active - Posting around once a week Synopsis An Escort agency owner decides the only way to deal with an employee with an attitude problem is to engage her services, and see for himself if she's prepared to meet client expectations, particularly when it comes to the bedroom. Purely business at first for both, the sexual fireworks only really begin to fly as the relationship develops into more. Major Characters Brett Carmody A budding entrepreneur from a young age, Brett rang a small prostitution ring in College, and founded a High-Class Escort company not long after graduating with a Bachelor in Business. Occupation Escort Agency Founder and Owner Age Twenty-Nine Hair Dark-brown Eyes Blue Elena Reston After her parents died suddenly, and one of her sorority sisters jokingly suggested they all drop out and become escorts, because it was easier money, instead of laughing, Elena thought, why not? As she came into a large inheritance, Elena doesn't need the work to survive, has a little attitude problem and is known to dump a client mid-date for the most trivial of reasons. Occupation High-Class Escort Age Twenty-one Hair Brunette Eyes Dark-brown Jasmine not her real name! Another of Brett's employees, and Elena's room mate
Thread: Quix's Plot and Character Journal

The Chaperone Elliiquy Blue bunny sparkle Current Status Active - slower pace posting Synopsis Entrusted to a Travelling Preacher by her aunt to chaperone her across country in the times of the Wild, Wild West, a young woman will soon discover that her escort is anything but the pious and moral 'Man of God' he pretends to be. Major Characters Jeremiah Pickett An itinerant preacher and conman who has anything but godly plans for the young Mirella, once entrusted by her God-fearing Aunt to escort cross country to reunite with her parents. Age Thirty-Eight Hair Shoulder-length brown Eyes Blue Mirella Vanderholme Having been left with her Spinster Aunt, she is entrusted into the care of Jeremiah to chaperone her across country to her parents, her Lawyer Father having struck gold in California. Age Eighteen to Twenty-One Hair Black Eyes Brown Vitrella Vanderholme Mirella's elderly spinster aunt, and a god-fearing overbearing harridan, who enlists Jeremiah's help to escort the young woman across country, possessing no idea of what she's truly gotten her into.
Thread: Not Exactly What the Old Ones had in Mind...

Yumi was standing with a dark aura behind her as she waited for Natsumi to get out of her classroom. All around there were the usual whispers behind her. What's Yumi Izori doing standing out here for? She looks like she's waiting for something. Is an eldritch thing going to pop out of that class? She's so weird. I bet she's cute under that cloak though. Shut up she'll probably sacrifice you. Let's get out of here. The girl doesn't seem to pay much mind to that as she waits for one of two new members of the occult club. If she wasn't so busy acting mysterious and quiet she'd admit that she was actually surprised and excited. She really didn't have many friends and while that really didn't bother her, it was nice that somebody had interest in something she spent hours reading about or brainstorming about or trying to sacrifice chickens to... but then realizing that the chickens looked cute and releasing them into the school to cause chaos in place of the deities she intended to wake from their eternal dreams. As she thought on all this, she caught one particular person staring at her. One that was not the girl she intended to escort. As opposed to speaking, she smiled. Her white teeth glowing from under the cloak and being the only thing visible as she slowly lifted her hand, pointing her index finger behind him. As the boy turned she slowly moved right behind him. When he turned around to see her he jumped three feet into the air before running away. This caused Yumi to have to stifle a laugh and fold her hands out in front of her. Today, as far as she knew, was going to be a good day.
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Just as Yumi was having her fun, the door to the class opened and a shout of Urusai ! was hear before a a busty violet haired girl toppeled to the floor in a daze, followed by a short blonde girl with icey eyes, her hair up in pig tails and a butterfly clip on the side. I said to stop talking that way about onii-chan! I told you again and again too be quiet! He's not some pervert who likes nasty girls like you! Just go away and leave brother alone! This girl didn't seem anything like the sister Yukio had described, but she fit the physical description. The girl on the ground got up to slap Natsumi but the latter caught her wrist without much effort. She suddenly got a serious look in her eyes and the President of the Occult club could feel something slightly dark from her as the hallway suddenly got chilly. I said, go ! The violet haired girl squealed and ran. Suddenly all seriousness melted from Natsumi and she turned smiling, then opened her eyes to see Yumi. KYAAA ! She shrieked, not because Yumi scared her but because she knew who she was, being the shy girl she was she dove to hide, right into the recycling bin which tipped over and rolled down the stairs, taking the screaming pig tailed girl with it, right out into the field stopping in the middle of all the buildings. Natsumi got out twitching and looking very dizzy. She looked at Yumi and stood up wobbling and swaying on her feet. I'll have what the four of you kind gentleman are having... No Mr. Hippo I don't want anymore licorice tea, I just ate a unicorn... She fell on her face twitching.
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Tsukino-sensei, meanwhile, reclined at her desk in the teacher's office, her fingertips grazing over the page laid out before her. She had an entire stack of papers before her on the desk, but this one in particular had drawn her attention. She reached for her pen and jotted down a few lines before taking another page from the stack, considering it as well briefly before tilting her head back, a blank, almost cynical look spread on her face. She dropped her pen and stretched her arms up over her head, a deep sigh escaping her as she did so. She glanced over at the clock at her desk briefly, noting that the time for her to head over to the occult club had already passed five minutes ago. This did not particularly worry her. She realized that two new club members would be joining that afternoon but even so she did not feel the slightest hint of urgency. After filing the paperwork she had completed, she rose from her seat and picked up her keys, pocketing them before stepping past her fellow teachers toward the office door. Thank you for your work today, everyone, Tsukino called out, following her usual routine which her co-workers responded to in kind. A few of the younger male teachers exchanged glances but said nothing in her presence. Tsukino-sensei herself had inspired rumors and theories all her own, none of which could actually be confirmed or dispelled with any amount of certainty as she refused to give clear answers on such subjects as her personal life or out-of-work schedule. What the school could confirm, both students and staff alike, included her laid-back personality and religious adherence to her own set standards and scheduling. While she never pressured her students verbally to turn in assignments on time, for example, if they failed to do so on their own accord, she would assign additional projects as necessary to encourage compliance. Her single status had been a subject of discussion and theory in many cases. Although she freely admitted her lack of a signficiant other, she refused to speak any more on the subject, leading some students to conclude that she had no interest in relationships. Whatever the case may have been, she entertained a measure of excitement when she learned one of the two new members was a young man. A slight, almost amused smirk curved her lips as she made her way down the hall, her footsteps carrying her past a long line of doorways. Truth be told, her participation in occult-type activities remained limited to her participation in the club itself, for the most part. She had taken up her position as club advisor before she had developed any real interest in the subject, which made the arrangement between herself and the club president even more unusual. Still, between her odd personality and fasion sense, most of the student body and teaching staff would agree that Tsukino-sensei engaged herself with every task she took up, even if her sense of timing was a bit off from everyone else's perspective.
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Hmm? Yukio was playing around with an Ouija board that he found before he noticed a small crowd gathering outside the window. He stood up and walked over, trying to spy what was so interesting. After scanning the scene a bit, he let out and audible gasp when he recognized that it was none other than his sister who was the center of attention. Oh no! Natsumi, what happened!? He exclaimed to the empty room. Don't worry, Nii-san is coming to help! He bolted towards the door, nearly tripping over himself in the process. As he flung it open, he frantically looked left and right, unsure which way would take him outside fastest. Umm, Ummm... Eeeny meeny miny screw it I'm going this way! He continued his sprint in a random direction which he could only hope was the right way. Hang in there Natsumi, big bro is on his-OUFFF! In his panicked running, Yukio payed little mind to his surroundings and as he rounded a corner he collided head first into Sumiko of all people, toppling both of them onto the floor. He fell right on top of her, his face landing firmly between between her breasts. He lay there for a moment, briefly stunned by the impact, before coming back to his senses. He tried to speak, only to find his words muffled and incoherent. He pushed himself off the ground, trying to regain awareness of his surroundings, only to look down and see it was Sumiko he had bumped into and was currently laying on top of. Ow geeze, I'm so sorry! I was in a hurry and I wasn't really looking where I was going, I didn't mean to- Oh hey Tsukino-sensei! His voice turned back to it's usually chipper tone as soon as he recognized her as the adviser of the Occult club whom he'd met a few days ago. He didn't however, think to actually get off of her and merely kept speaking. How have you been? I wasn't sure if you'd be coming to the club room today. Were you on your way just now?
Thread: Not Exactly What the Old Ones had in Mind...

Yumi's visible grin only became wider as she looked over to Natsumi. Her bright purple eyes also seemed to pierce through the shroud of darkness that covered her facial features. She did not seem to walk as she went up to Natsumi. Her movements were so fluid it almost appeared as though she were floating as she approached the other girl. You must be Natsumi.... I suppose I've already met you before but now it's a lot more official. Come with me and I will show you things you've never seen in your entire life. Scary things, great things, things that are sure to get slutty girls like that off your brother immediately. The cloaked girl's voice, has likely been never heard by a majority of the people around her. Some looked pale when they heard her speak, some seemed surprised, and some even blushed. Her voice held a certain lazy property, one that is surprising for an aura such as her's. It seemed tired but still very flowing, very direct in the way she said things. It was difficult to interpret her words in any way than what she had meant. Perhaps it was from her definitive time not speaking and instead observing and doing that had caused her to become so good at explaining herself. Almost before Natsumi could respond, Yumi was off through the crowd. Although she was much younger than most students, she was a year ahead of her age, signalling a certain intelligence that perhaps only the teachers knew the extent of. Yes, Yumi Izori was not to be trifled with for nobody knew entirely what she was capable of. Although some ways the cloak would fall upon her visage would indicate that perhaps she had a pretty shape, Yumi had never been asked out by another individual before, mainly out of fear of the unknown. What she was really like, what sort of monsters she would ramble about, and of course, what she actually looked like underneath her hood. Nobody knew the color of her hair or the contours of her face accept perhaps her parents whom she never brought up. As Yumi weaved her way through the corridors it would not be hard for the other girl to keep up considering she was very easy to find in a crowd. Upon further examination, one would be able to see that she did, in fact have feet that carried her. Rumors of her actually being a ghost were easily expelled by a kick to the face if she so desired, but where was the fun in that? She marveled at the idea of her classmates thinking she was a ghost, reveled in the idea that she's used classmate's blood in rituals... and the sheer idea that under her cloak she was covered in symbols from the Necronomicon itself? well that idea practically made her swoon.
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Yumi scared her at first but she listened anyway, however when the dark girl proposed teaching her ways to keep the floozies away from her precious Yukio, a sick grin split her face in two, but only for a few seconds before she bolted after the girl. She kept good pace and followed her quite easily. Once they got to the right hallway Natsumi got a drink then continued to follow Yumi to the classroom. Once inside she shivered a bit, the place was creepy, but not quite as cultish as she had imagined, but what she'd brought to prove she could be an asset might change that. She looked at the mysterious girl and nervously tapped her tow on the ground, then walked over to the table setting her school bag on it. So, I know you're supposed to prove to the president that you're somehow... Useful to the club at least that's what the school brochure on clubs said. Anyway, I brought these to keep in here while me and Yukio attend this school. She reached in the bag, and pulled out a thick stack of old leather bound books. These were given to me by one of our relatives, I guess an interest in the occult runs in our family... She set the books down in front of Yumi, there were quite a few but some of the most prominent ones were the biggest. The, Book of white, Book of Black, Encyclopedia Demonica, Viscous Voodoo, Heinous Hexes, Sickening Spells, and last but not least, a large ebony book who's title started with Nec , but the rest was unreadable thanks to the toll of aging. I mean we will have to take these home eventually but they can probably stay until I graduate .
Thread: Not Exactly What the Old Ones had in Mind...

Sumiko had just reached the last corner before the clubroom, having traversed the entire distance to the southern wing of the school without much trouble. There seemed to be some sort of commotion outside, judging from the students gathered in the courtyard below, but the teacher paid little attention to it. Without notice, however, someone plowed straight into her, knocking her onto her back, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling as she collected her thoughts. She turned her gaze down slowly as she felt the student's weight bearing down on her, a fact that became even more clear when the student attempted to speak. When he finally turned his head upward she returned his gaze, a calm almost dismissive look as he remained atop her. Good afternoon, Yukio-kun... Sumiko blinked, I thought I should drop by to greet the new members today so I cleared some time in my schedule. I appreciate your eagerness, but it seems to have gotten the better of you. She made no effort to push him off, instead propping herself up on her elbows in order to lift her head up from the hard wood flooring. Perhaps I have misjudged the situation and you push all your teachers down to the floor when you greet them? Her tone lacked hostility, however, and she continued to observe her student's reactions. True to form, Sumiko proved quite difficult if not outright impossible to unnerve.
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Yukio giggled a bit at his own embarrassment. Ah ha, no He said. Although sometimes when I haven't seen my sister in a really long time I run into her and tackle her with a hug. They should have a word for this, huh? He shifted his weight a little trying to make it more comfortable for both him and Sumiko, as if laying on the ground on top of her was a normal position for people to chat. I was running to find her just now actually. I saw her outside on the ground and wanted to make sure she was okay. Sorry for running into you, you're not hurt are you? I could take you to the infirmary if so He let out a soft gasp as a thought came to his mind. Hey this is just like a romance manga where the guy runs into the girl! Tsukino-sensei, do you think that this means we're going to fall in love!? Though this isn't the first time we've met, and I didn't have any toast in my mouth either so that might be a deal breaker Before he could entertain that thought any further, he was struck by a sense of urgency again. Ahh! My sister! He blurted out. I need to make sure she's okay! He swiftly rolled off of Sumiko and jumped to his feet, rushing to the a hallway window. Oh She's not there any more, maybe she went to the club room! Come on Tsukino-sensei! Without checking to see if Sumiko was following him or not, Yukio darted back the way he came. As he burst into the room, his eyes immediately lay upon his sister, safe and sound. Oh there you are Natsumi-chan! He rushed over and gave her a big hug from behind, letting out a sigh of relief before going on. I saw you on the ground outside, are you okay? What happened?
Thread: Not Exactly What the Old Ones had in Mind...

Yumi was far too fascinated by one book in particular. Her imposing appearance almost completely vanished. While her face remained to be seen she seemed incredibly excited about the old book with nec on the cover and the rest of the letters faded away. She giggled wildly, spinning around in a circle, lifting her knees up as she did so, I have been searching for this since I was ten. What mysteries are held within this beautiful gift. Oh, Natsumi you wonderful and potential-filled girl! How wonderful it is that you have fallen into my life! She shouts out to the heavens, leaping up onto a desk. A catface is somehow seen through the shroud of her hood as she goes to look through the ancient texts... or what should be the ancient texts. Yes it's just as horrible and great as Lovecraft had described. She mutters as she looks through the arcane symbols and the information of cultists long-since past. After a good minute of looking enthusiastically through the book she paused and closed it with a loud and attention-demanding THUD. She then looked over to the new members of her club, But I suppose that's for another time. I suppose it's best we go through the formalities of this club. She says as she sits down on top of the desk. As you both know, I am Yumi Izori, president of the Occult Club. I've never had other members so I suppose I'll explain to you what I do. Generally I look through the texts we have, perform rituals, theorize the explanations of some of the madness-filled ramblings of cultists long since passed... now I have somebody to discuss these things with. A few of my ancestors have reportedly been members of various cults across the world, we've had some of the Yellow Sign, Cthulhu, Nyarlathotep, Yog-Sothoth... my family still has a great fascination of them. Aside from that there isn't too much to me. I'm a Capricorn whose favorite Old One is the Crawling Chaos, Nyarlathotep.
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She blushed as her brother hugged her. Y-yes nii-chan I'm fine. I just tripped, and rolled down a few flights of stairs in a garbage can, but I'm okay. I think my knee may be bleeding a little, that's all. She blushed and let him hug her to his heart's content. A-anyway, I'm Natsumi, I don't know a lot about all this occult stuff, but me and Yukio did have a grandma w-who claimed to be a witch her entire life, she'd make charms to protect the house, o-or perform rituals to help her garden grow. When this one girl pushed me down at school and I came home crying she said she'd placed a hex on her, but I never got to verify it. S-she used to read the tarot every morning we were at her house to tell us what kind of day we would have, and I-I guess It was pretty accurate. She also believed males' bodies couldn't handle witchcraft and most magic, so when she passed she left all her witchy stuff to me, but I share with Yukio of course. Anyway, I guess some of my occult likes, are, u-ummm, I like reading Edgar Alan Poe... Grandmother taught me how to read Tarot and make those creepy black flame candles... I can also read a lot of the old texts in odd languages, she was determined to make me a witch too I suppose. Umm, I guess my favorite occult figure would be the nine-shiner Astarael The Sorrowful? Anyway I just wa- Natsumi's brow furrowed and she looked at a bunch of recipes hung on a bulletin board... Those are wrong... You can't use a regular newt's eye, it's the wrong size, you need a black newt's eye, an you can't mix Dragon's Claw and Deadly Nightshade together, they cancel each other out... She walked over to the bulletin board pulling a pen out of her pocket and started to edit the recipes, unaware that she'd probably startled a couple of them.