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Thread: The Temple of Anubis(me and NadiatheTinkerer)

The girls were mostly lazing around at the time they arrived, all official duties done until their lord was on his way home for the evening. Banafrit was not surprised to see how lovely everyone here was, but what did surprise her was the tails and ears. He had told her there would be some changes...but this seemed rather strange, but acceptable. Master!!!! Shouted a voice. A woman ran up, the lady wearing nothing but some golden jewelry as she entered the conversation. I will take care of our guest, I am sure you are far too busy to be giving the tour. She offered. This one was called Bast, and she was sort of the welcoming committee around here. She smiled brightly as she stood with banafrit, taking her hand. You come with me dear, I will take very good care of you! She said, the woman following as she looked back to her master one more time, then allowed herself to be taken off. Ok. Said bast. I am Bast, the big sister around here. If you need something, you come to me. She explained. First off, you have probably noticed that everyone around here has some extras. Don't worry about those, it's just how you are able to exist around a god. After all, a human soul would probably not survive around a god long term, so it allows you to. She explains, banafrit nodding as she was filled in. The only rule around here is that we all get along, dinner is served at the time master gets home, and no spreading any rumours about my bum. Bast poured at that. Cleo still tells everyone that I don't have a real one and master made it bigger...anyway! I suggest you explore, and see you at dinner ok? If you need me, I'm going to pester one of the jackal guards for a back rub. She ran off, smiling as she shouted. Ohhhhhhh boys! Mommy needs a back rub! To which Banafrit saw a jackal man hiding behind a pillar. These women are insatiable... he muttered as he passed. Got better things to do... grumble. Banafrit soon realized that this place was pretty...hands on. Should she be like that? She wondered if the master would want her that way? She preferred to hold herself more gracefully, but it seems that Bast woman was a big talker and...other things. Regardless, she decided to explore, and before long she was aquantined with the large domain, and now waiting for her master to return.
Thread: The Temple of Anubis(me and NadiatheTinkerer)

The day seemed to drag on. Soul after soul asking the god questions he couldn't answer. Things like what it all meant or how much they should have brought. The afterlife was meant to be discovered and learned. Anubis couldn't answer them even if he wanted to. He just pointed and shook his head. To most souls Anubis was a harsh and cold god. Only bacause he couldn't say anything more than move along. He ushered the dead not educated them. But to his girls back home he takes on kinder demeanour. They were there to help him relax and serve his pleasures. He treated his girls better than other souls. Actually taking the time to learn about their past. Most of the girls that had been there longer know him better than others. After the day had ended Anubis returned home. Master is home. He called out removing his head dress. He looked around expecting everyone to come running. Perhaps they're preparing dinner. He shrugged and walked through the sea of pillows. He then saw Bast receiving a back rub from one of his guards. Bast didn't I tell you not to pester the guards? He asked.
Thread: The Temple of Anubis(me and NadiatheTinkerer)

Bast purred as she lay on the stone table, reviving a back rub that was three hours in. Mmmmm...well I like the attention. She teased, her tail flicking side to side, the woman not at all worried he would be upset. The new girl is adjusting well, all thanks to me. That deserves a... lower... she snuggled into the table, putting with delight. That deserves a reward. She finished, resting herself on the table while the guard let his strong hands knead and massage her. She is a strange one, so shy.
Thread: The Temple of Anubis(me and NadiatheTinkerer)

The Jackal glared down at the guard thay was massaging Bast. Leave. Now. His tone was slightly annoyed. Once the guard had left Anubis looked to Bast. Reward? I should punish you for disobeying my command. The guards are there to guard. Not for massaging. If you need attention you come to me. Or would you prefer I release you back to the afterlife? He said walking in front of her. You may be the Big Sister here. But remember who is the Master. He turned away. But since you have been kind to our new member. I won't be harsh. With that he made his way through the palace. Each room filled with riches and women. Guards posted outside each room to prevent robbers from taking anything. He searched around for Banafrit. It was time to get her acquainted with her duties. Banafrit. Come here. He called out loud enough for her to hear.
Thread: The Temple of Anubis(me and NadiatheTinkerer)

Banafrit had spent the rest of the day answering questions to the girls, everyone interested in the new girl. The poor dear was only allows a break when the master returned, the woman running to him. I am here! What is your command, master? She asked, curious of what he needed. She knew it was almost dinner time, but the others had opted to pester her and make the dinner only now.
Thread: To Catch A Murderer (Athene & Razgriz)

As the young man would rouse more fully, the voice changed to something warmer. More pleased as it said, Oh good, you're up. I was beginning to worry I had used too much though I should probably not hit people with so much next time. Not being a pharmacologist can hinder me sometimes even so it looks like my housemade tranquilizer worked wonders. The voice paused as Justin demanded to know how his surname was known, Why, the public records system of course anyone who bothered at all could find out anything about anyone. The amount of information is staggering really, and yet people don't seem to want to utilize it. You ever wonder why that is, Mr. Hopkins? Because for the life of me, I certainly can't explain. But I know more than just your surname. I know about your mother, your deadbeat father...Even the real reason you were incarcerated. It then continued, As for who I am, where you are, and what this is....Well, I was hoping you would see all three of those things for yourself. I am the one that captured you, brought you here and left you on the floor. Where you are wouldn't really matter, would it? You seem fairly capable of handling yourself, which leads me to your final inquiry... Pausing for a moment to let that sink in and , the voice then kept going, Around you, you will see three doors yes? It's clear that you don't wish to be here. And nothing's actually holding you here, is it? All you have to do...Is leave. You were nothing more than a test subject for my tranquilizer, that is all...Oh, but before you go... Pausing once more, the voice then said, I should warn you that one of these things is not like the other. Ah, good ol' Sesame Street, hahahaha. But no seriously, if you want to leave, I won't stop you. Really, he felt like he was probably making it too easy by this point....Or maybe that was the point? Who really knew, especially since this figure didn't exactly bother with introducing himself face to face. Justin probably noticed it, but it was all too clear that the man was expecting something from him. What it was though, he didn't seem all that forthcoming about. Or at the very least, he wanted to make him work for it....So it all came down to whether this young man would demand more information or give in to the urge to simply say screw it and leave.
Thread: To Catch A Murderer (Athene & Razgriz)

The stranger behind the speaker was just silent as he watched this young man flounder, stress already starting to affect his thoughts. It was all over his face, the anxiety, the confusion, the anger. Everything that led this voice to hate humanity as a whole Thinking with their hearts and not their heads. Stewing over it won't help you any...If you look at the situation logically, this answer should be easier than taking candy from a baby. Which, if I recall, is something you actually did do once. the voice teased, bringing up again the fact that more was known about this young man than being let on. Something certainly unnerving, but would it be enough to unseat the young man from making the right choice? At the very least, the answer would become apparent soon enough. I suppose you'll find out soon enough, right? Whenever you're ready...Make your choice. the voice stated clearly, waiting from beyond to see how this would turn out. To see if this young man would give into the baser instincts to obey his hubris...Or rise above and see the solution for what it was. Closer, closer, the man approached the blue door...Tension palpable and thick enough to cut with a knife, the uncertainty whirring about and starting to seed the first traces of doubt into his mind. Live.... Die... Live... Die... And right as he might pull the door open, he would see that the way outside was clear the sounds of cars off in the distance would tell that it exited into an alleyway, much like the very one he had stopped to smoke in after his impromptu breakout. In front of him were three fairly sizable stacks of cash sitting on top of a metal trash can, probably totaling about three hundred dollars in non-consecutive small bills with a fake wooden sign saying 'PASSED'. And after opening the door, Justin would hear a message play Congratulations, Mr. Hopkins. Consider this repayment for volunteering your time...Let this money be a reminder that sometimes it pays to think with your head. Enjoy your time in San Antonio. And call your mother she misses you. Of course, he wouldn't be able to see what would have happened had he chosen either of the two other doors, the ones marked 'DO NOT EXIT'. But then again...Would it really matter? The young man survived a potential death-trap, and was now three hundred dollars and some change richer.
Thread: To Catch A Murderer (Athene & Razgriz)

If only she knew it had been no secret that the models Rick employed rarely stayed around long, but there were very few that knew the underground domination community like he did. And this magazine was something that fed into those impure desires...And yet despite all this, Nancy decided to pursue modeling for him. And it wasn't the fact that she was modeling in and of itself, it was who she was modeling for. There was all that information, something that asking a fellow BDSM enthusiast could have shed light on...And yet she chose not to pursue for the sake of monetary gain. Of all the sins, avarice was by far the most lethal...And Miss Miller was about to receive an object lesson in that. And of course, there was more to this than met the eye Again, she obediently started following orders, like the sheep infiltrated by the wolf. For all she knew, there could be poison in those shots, or even just some of them. And in a way...They had been. For this was no ordinary whiskey this was undiluted rye moonshine whiskey, easily 150 proof. And based on how fast she was trying to get them down, it would be a wonder if she would make it through thirty. So really...To complete this insane task was more like downing almost 150 shots of whiskey, but with only 66 shots, one could very easily mistake it for being the market-grade pisswater on the shelves. If one knew this, it would be impossible to accomplish without guaranteed death. And as she pounded them down, each one slowly but surely affecting her central nervous system and reasoning faculties, this fact would slowly become a reality Had she thought about the hidden-in-plain-sight clue in his explanation, she might have been able to see the most obvious solution. Alas...With how long this had gone on, it was less and less likely she would be able to save her boss to get a proper answer. Hmmm...You're going awfully slow, you realize that don't you? Remember what I said about your boss being an exceptionally heavy man? Even the best made harness always has its weak points, and it's often the joints the voice then teased and as if to emphasize this, the hingepin holding him up broke a little, making his body jerk downward and him nearly wet himself in fear, shouting at her to hurry through the ball gag. Even if she were to stop now, it was very unlikely the amount she downed by this point would allow for any measurable fine motor control, let alone be able to undo the stringent tie Rick's body was in and carry him away from the deathpit.
Thread: To Catch A Murderer (Athene & Razgriz)

The thought of the drinks somehow being tampered with actually had crossed Nancy's mind. The better wording was ... she didn't want to believe they would be. She had done nothing personal against this man. At least, she felt pretty certain that was true. So why would someone make such a malicious move against her? There shouldn't have been a reason. Yet, when she tasted ... something odd, foreign within the liquor, Nancy whimpered slightly. Maybe you're just imagining things ... she tried to convince herself, particularly as the taste was noted in the first drink. Whiskey isn't exactly your go-to drink ... It had seemed like a good thought to use in order to keep herself in a somewhat sane state of mind. Alas, by the sixth - or was it eighth? - drink, she knew it wasn't simply the whiskey that she had tasted. Oh shit. Oh fuck. What's happening to me? Sure, alcohol was meant to slow a person down after a bit. But this ... wasn't the same. Not exactly it was and it wasn't. What'd you do to me? Nancy weakly asked, barely fighting the urge to cry as she shakily reached out. Her grip was weak and, honestly, very awkward. She damn well nearly dropped the shot glass altogether. The only thing keeping it held between her fingers was instincts. Desires. Wanting to get out of this alive. The hell with Rick, at this rate. If she could get at least herself out of this - even if not overly 'well' but alive - she'd be fine. Human nature was a very fickle thing, particularly when Death got closer an closer to taking a person away. Even if it wasn't the immediate lesson her captor had wanted to drill into Nancy's mind, it was quickly beginning to be realized all the same. Please don't kill me ... Nancy pleaded, moving shakily onto the next drink and coughing as she forced the contents down your throat. Why me? I .. don't think ... I've even met you. What'd I do? Poor Nancy had jumped the first several steps of grief, and was now somewhere in between the 'bargaining' and 'depression' stages. Third and fourth, respectively, which was ... quite the jump. Clearly trying to find a loophole, even though that had probably disappeared the moment she started drinking without questioning herself well enough. Clearly, she was regretting that choice but ... somewhere, deep down, she knew this man was right. There was no point in stopping. ... Is this really it? Is this really going to be the end of me? Oh the irony indeed. It was that mere fact that finally made Nancy cave in and sob.
Thread: To Catch A Murderer (Athene & Razgriz)

With the police's attention so sharply focused on the scene itself, not one officer was actually looking around to see if there were any nosy reportersjournalists lurking about. Something that made the young man's little 'assignment' that much easier to pull off, and before they even finished processing the scene, he was gone. And with the amount of uncertainty about the exact manners in which the two were led to their deaths, the authorities in the Homicide Division were going to have a full plate tonight. And if things were going to keep going the way they were, it might just get even fuller. As David might approach his apartment, he would notice an envelope taped to his door. Normally, for a renter that was one of the last things they wanted to see especially if they were troublesome. However, inside would be something that would be sure to stoke the fires of David's curiosity Photographs, clearly taken during the moments in which Nancy Miller and Rick, depicting the scene in full detail A close-up showed the tears on her and the man's faces, one showed her taking the shots of whiskey like a champ, and the last showed the moments before Rick fell onto the bed of spikes. Inside there would also be a note, reading Mr. Edwards, Beautiful, isn't it? The depiction of human mortality, the sights of people showing their true selves before they die. And these two, as you can see, were certainly not afraid to reveal their true colors. As one such as yourself who finds beauty in the morbid, I felt it appropriate to reach out. I ask you though, how far will your curiosity take you? If you're interested in more for your little project, go to the pay phone by the Orient Cafe...And you just might find the inspiration for your greatest masterpiece.
Thread: To Catch A Murderer (Athene & Razgriz)

Indeed, one would normally be cautious about following instructions from a note on their door. Especially if it then contained evidence of being too close to the crime scene in fact, the police could argue that possessing the photos themselves tied him to the scene, whether he was actually there or not. And they wouldn't be entirely wrong, except for the time he was actually present. And as he would walk towards the restaurant, people passed him by. Going about their normal business, like nothing was wrong though he would certainly overhear people talking about what had happened in that old abandoned theater. Not that it was anything specific, just that the police were all over it. And given how small the population of this city was, it wasn't hard to see why word already began to spread. And finally, he arrived The lone pay phone, a relic from a long lost era. Long since superseded by the cellular phones and messaging services that permeated the digital realms. And with the hour of his arrival, there was no one that would see him. No one to interrupt what was about to happen next. Just as the young man considered turning back, the phone began to ring, the loud racketing sound of its bell disturbingly ominous in the vacant space. It would ring and ring until he might finally have the courage to pick it up...And a voice would come from over the line. Welcome, Mr. Edwards. So good of you to show up...I apologize if this means of communication is, well, archaic. Outdated and such other descriptors. But I often find that the old adage of 'if it ain't broke don't fix it' is rarely heeded in today's world. Instead, people so easily tossing things aside just to grab new ones. Newer doesn't always mean better after all...Especially for you, since you happened to lock up the very thing that would help you in this game you're about to play. Letting a slight pause sink in, the voice continued, But before you get any ideas about running, I'm sure you've seen the movie 'Phone Booth', yes? Answer me this What's the penalty should you decide to terminate this call before you're allowed? And if he were to look to his general left, he would catch a slight glinting coming from an apartment window about six floors up and four hundred yards out.
Thread: To Catch A Murderer (Athene & Razgriz)

Ophellia Wilson David found himself impatiently tapping his fingers near the pocket of his jeans, closing the door to the booth behind him. He leaned casually against the glass, feeling his digit repeatedly rub against the denim fabric wrapped around his lower body. He had now been in the booth for thirty seconds. The time quickly ticked away, steadily becoming longer ad longer. What had started as thirty seconds became forty-five, then a minute, and it threatened to become almost three. Hah. What a joke. Yeah. I knew it that's all this was from the get-go. A sigh of relief resounded from David's lips as he ran a semi-shaky hand through his dark hair. All this for nothing. Good riddance. His ankles tensed up, preparing to leave. ... But then, it happened. The phone actually rang making him jump. The note had made it sound like he was waiting for something to happen, sure. He just hadn't originally considered that 'thing' would be getting a phone call. Maybe seeing another murder or some shit. .... Then again, that would probably be too convenient, if not bold. Clearing his throat, David hesitantly picked up the receiver and placed it against his ear. Hello? And on the off-chance he had considered the letter to be a fluke, it was proven to be very accurate, if anything. He was greeted - once again - by his surname, which made him gulp anxiously. Oh shit. What the fuck have you done? Well ... A nervous chuckle would be heard as David casually shrugged, I mean, true, I don't use this nearly as much as other people here. But hey, it's a way to keep in touch. It's not really my place to judge or anything of the like. Why ... why are you calling me? What do you want? Instincts began to kick in, and upon hearing the phrase 'game you are about to play', his heart started to beat wildly in his chest. ... Game? The fuck are you going on about? By this point, he definitely would have hung up. Dismissed the call altogether, headed home, and merely convinced himself that had simply been one hell of a nightmare. The warning, however, kept him firmly in place. .... Phone Booth ? he repeated, moving his head from side to side. N-Not seen, no. But I do know the premise, what it was about .... Then ..... Poor David almost immediately regretted moving his head and finding the same concept was now being applied to him. The faint glint that barely was seen - no doubt aided out by what moonlight was shining down - made his back connect with the glass behind him. Oh fuck, he whispered, O-Okay. Holy hell, I get it. God, please don't shoot me. Fine. How exactly is this game gonna go? What are the rules and all that jazz?