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Thread: Summoning [Shikokudarkstar]

The sight of bringing such a powerful being made Emen smirk, until he noticed the flaw in his circle. Everything was compromised. The demon could do what it willed, and Emen was powerless to stop it. He instantly stepped backwards, tripping to the ground in fear. The sight of such a beast was now terrifying now that it wasn't his to command. P-please, I, d-don't kill me. There's no need for that, I'll do whatever you- He stopped midsentance to see the demon reveal his manhood, the mere sight of it making him feel rather inferior by comparison. The features and length it boasted were much better than his in every way. Your offer is... most generous. Emen was clearly swallowing his pride to spit out those words. The command the demon gave was humiliating, but he wanted to make sure that the monster would not change his mind and end his life in a second. The human crawled forward, his body shaking as he made his way to the creature. Stopping right in front of the monster's crotch, he knelt forward to touch the tip with his mouth, slightly opening up just to allow the end of the cock inside. It was something he was forced to do before, but never in a situation like this. Emen felt threatened. If he couldn't deliver a satisfactory blowjob, the creature may very well kill him.
Thread: Summoning [Shikokudarkstar]

The elder demon watched the human dispassionately as the summoner crawled up close to his demonic cock. Those pink lips wrapped around the end of his cock, hesitantly moving to start the oral sex. My offer will become less generious if you dont please me soon, whore. Curling his fingers into the humans hair he used the strands to pull those lips more over his cock. Letting the human go when the summoner gagged, the demon growled. I suppose it cant be helped. Lifting the human up by the back of the neck, the demon bit down at the junction between neck and collarbone. Toxins flooded the poor summoners blood before the demon pulled off and licked the wound closed. Since you want to live so much, I dont think youll mind my help much. The demon reached under the maids dress, ripping each side of the humans underwear off until the summoner was bare under the dress. Right about now, the venom from my fangs will be coursing through your system. Do you feel flush? Dont you feel like youre going to burn alive if you dont get something fulfilled? The thick corded tail swished to the other side as the demon spoke, My venom kills most demons, but youll find it has more pleasurable effects in humans. Problem is, it still is a poison. You wont die from it though, just feel like you have to bend over for anything willing to fuck you. No orgasm will fulfill you. However the antidote is right here. The demon elder held up his large cock as the soft barbs flexed, Drinking and having enough of my cum will make all your pain stop. Of course, Im not going to give you enough to cure you from one time. Well have to do it over and over. Hooves clopped heavily on the floor as the demon widened his stance, So slut, you ready to finish what you started? You might also find it wise to put my cum other places, because once I finish fucking your mouth, Im going to breed you.
Thread: I must have scared them all away.

Hey there. Noticed you were alone. I'm always interested in an RP. Would you like to go over some Ideas of what you wanna do?
Thread: Knowing When to Fight GITS Vawnie Bear x Broomhandle45

Sukoshitori Jeanne was a bit of a black sheep, even in the day and age they were in. It wasn't as if multi-racial children were uncommon, but they weren't often spoke about...or given such a prominent position of being an ambassador. Watching the cars roll by on the highway, Motoko had to wonder what the logic was behind it. She was dressed in her beige military uniform, one leg crossed over the other as she admired the beautiful weather. Cybersecurity had already picked up whispers and voices of discontent. Some considered her presence a complete and utter joke to any form of diplomacy and was more like an American version of trying to shore up their own benefits...for what little they had. There was also a period of murky history regarding a plane crash, and a despondent father doing everything he could to see his little girl healthy and happy. A touching story that had a lot of political messages behind it, she had to wonder if it was truly as heart wrenching as it seemed or her father was just a very shrewd man to ply on the most emotional elements? Ma'am, we're here, the driver said, breaking her away from her thoughts as her red eyes scanned up at the building as she smoothly stepped out, straightening out her jacket before sauntering into the building, her heels clicking faintly. In the end, she supposed it didn't matter why, or how she was here at the moment. Saito, she contacted, heading into the swinging doors. There was no such thing as too safe, and a building across was where the marksman was set up with his rifle, constantly sweeping his view with two other men for anything out of the ordinary on four different angles. Even supposed threats would be taken seriously, a shot ambassador would have grievous political consequences and weaken their stance in any future interactions. All clear, Major. Saito assured easily as Motoko stepped into the elevator and watched the counter tick-upwards. She adjusted the cuffs on her jacket in idle boredom, pausing as the doors open and she moved out. You think we're going to be having trouble? he asked. We haven't gotten so much as a blip on the message boards after the initial news reports. A young ambassador that's half-american? I'm sure someone is eager to prove themselves over being a martyr. Motoko said dryly with a run through her purple hair and a light sigh. Keep me updated if anything odd is happening, Saito. And, with that...she knocked lightly on the door and stepped inside to where everyone was waiting. She heard tell that the woman was rather independent, she had to wonder if all of this attention made her feel slighted in some way. Sorry about the wait, sir, Motoko said with a firm salute. Miss Sukoshitori, I'd like for you to personally meet Major Motoko Kusanagi, Aramaki said as he stood up. She is the commanding Field Officer for Section 9, and will be personally seeing to your safety.
Thread: Knowing When to Fight GITS Vawnie Bear x Broomhandle45

When the door opened Jeanne spent a few more seconds rubbing her face, she couldn't say that her eyes hurt, because they were both cybernetic, but they felt full of grit and heavy. Could cybernetic eyes do that? She wondered. Miss Sukoshitori, I'd like for you to personally meet Major Motoko Kusanagi. Aramaki said and stood up. Jeanne dropped her hand and forced the expression of discomfort from her face, no need to make the Major feel it was directed at her, though she did feel a hint of displeasure at being assigned a personal body guard, a commanding field officer or not... Aramaki stood, and so Jeanne stood, and so her aide Viv stood too. They were all standing in that big office all of them turning towards the Major. Major Kusanagi. Jeanne said and offered her left hand to the Major for a rather odd but formal greeting. It was not often dignitaries shook the hands of the people who were most often considered beneath them. But Jeanne didn't see it that way. The Chief tells me you are his best, I am not sure I warrant the best, but since we are to be together for some time I thank you for what you do. She was a humble woman, not falsely so, but refreshingly aware that soldiers and body guards were people too. She gave a kind and to her best ability, vibrant smile to the woman. Her hand shake was firm for a human, as she shook with her right hand, and not her left. It was not known exactly how much of her body was cybernetic, but they did know her right arm and leg were prosthetic. It wasn't so much as her despising those new appendages, but she was unfamiliar with them still, and her own strength sometimes escaped her causing pain to others when not meaning to do so. She also knew her limits, and with the level of fatigue she was pushing she would most likely crush some ones hand before she knew it... what her father had rebuilt upon her he spared no expense for, integrating the limbs of soldiers rather than those of civilians giving her a denser alloy and stronger grip what little good it could do her with only half her body being cybernetic. I understand that there have been threats... In her line of work there always were... but it hadn't been one of those threats that had nearly killed her. No a random act of violence had tore the world she knew and understood from her grasp and made her what she was now. It was still a wound to her psyche despite all the head shrinking she had done... and her body still struggled with its self more so because of her half military cyberization. But that was a private battle she fought each and every day. I know there may be other things I need to know, but could we walk and talk? Since she was up she was ready to go. She wanted to make it to her hotel where she could crash and bring herself back into sync once more... Mentally, physically, and emotionally... She hated to show weakness, and the longer she went with out sleep the more so her weaknesses would be showing. I hate sleeping on planes... She admitted to the small group as they moved towards the door. And I have a meeting with the Minister of Commerce at 0800 tomorrow morning.
Thread: Knowing When to Fight GITS Vawnie Bear x Broomhandle45

Thank you, and of course, Motoko said without delay, turning crisply to open the doors behind her. We'll get you settled into your hotel room, Miss Sukoshitori. Where to start, where to begin...and how to begin it? She knew as much as the files told her of Jeanne, but there was always more...more mysteries, more questions...politicians never shown their true hand. But she had to admit that this one was younger, a little more naive looking compared to most. If that was true or not, remained to be seen. But she escorted her down the hallway, and towards the elevator. Your arrival has been pinged by a lot of ultra-nationalist groups, Motoko explained. Ones who think your...heritage, is more of an insult than anything. It's possible you're a target in any number of attacks from these radical organizations. I'm going to need copies of your personal intinerary and your staff list. she said. And your firewalls will be scanned regularly.
Thread: Knowing When to Fight GITS Vawnie Bear x Broomhandle45

As they entered the elevator Jeanne reached a hand to hold the elevator door... this time her right. As the other two settled into the carriage she called to the Chief and gave him a respectful bow. Thank you Chief Aramaki, for you help in this matter. It was not a deep sweeping bow, but it held a certain respect to it. She released the door and looked to Viv when asked about her whereabouts and what nots. He pulled a small disk from his pocket and handed it to the major. Of all the things one might settle on to raise a fuss about... She said with a wrinkle in her brow and a faint flush to her left cheek. The could have complained about her age, or her reason for coming rather than she being a dual national... She shook her head and looked to the Major, really looked at her. I understand that there is protocol for those who guard others, but I would ask, when we are in private that you please call me Jeanne, I do not wish to slander my family name for I love my family dearly, but it comes off and bombastic after awhile. She motioned to Viv and said. This is Viv, he is both friend and assistant, he is the sole of my staff on this trip. For a dignitary she traveled rather light...
Thread: Knowing When to Fight GITS Vawnie Bear x Broomhandle45

I'll keep that in mind, she smiled honestly, taking the disk. Your conference at 0800 is already being planned, we can discuss your route and back-ups on the way to your hotel room, Jeanne. They had plenty to go over, but that'd be the easiest thing for now. She wasn't one to hound a woman who seemed exhausted as it is, she was beautiful up close...was it heritage, or simply good money?
Thread: Knowing When to Fight GITS Vawnie Bear x Broomhandle45

In the garage she waited for the Major to proceed her into the basement rather than demand her right as due a person of status... She really hated when people thought themselves better simply because they were of a higher financial or social status. She was a simple woman and tried her best to follow the rules, so long as the rules did not stop her from helping when she was able to give aid. She had been known to break a few, but she tried hard not to throw up red flags every where she went. It made it hard to be a good ambassador when people hated your guts. Worse if your body guard thought twice about protecting you. She followed meekly behind the Major to the secured parking garage where her simple unmarked car waited. A discreet black sedan with driver. The driver was a man from the city, a hired man from the car service. She did not bring an entire entourage of people when she traveled, in fact she hated to make a scene in such cases. Viv opened the door for Jeanne and before he entered the vehicle he asked the Major where it was she would like to sit, and then moved to a different seat if necessary. Jeanne rubbed fingers back and forth a few times over her forehead and was so doing when Motoko joined her. It took effort but she stopped herself from continuing when her personal guard sat down with her. Her brain took note of the shift in the vehicles suspension when Motoko sat down, 'She must have a full body prosthetic.' She thought but said nothing as she directed her gaze at the Major and forced her tired mind to pay attention at least for a little while longer.
Thread: Knowing When to Fight GITS Vawnie Bear x Broomhandle45

Motoko folded her leg elegantly when she sat in front of Jeanne, it was hard to tell what sort of smile slid across her face. Amusement? Appraisal? It's hard to adjust to, isn't it? she asked innocently enough, glancing at her. The cybernetics, I mean.
Thread: Knowing When to Fight GITS Vawnie Bear x Broomhandle45

A pale brow rose a bit at the smile, and dropped again when she showed at how good she was at both observation and deduction. For a moment her hand rose as if she might touch her forehead once more but she forced it down again before it reached its end goal. The final surgery was almost a year ago, and I still feel... She stopped because how did you say it? How did you describe the war between what? Man and machine? She sighed and reached a hand to scratch at the back of her head drawing that rich mane of silver from behind her shoulders and letting it settle over one of them. The young diplomat shook her head and gave a chagrin. Preaching to the choir. She murmured. Was it difficult for you as well? She always imagined that it would have been simpler if her father had allowed a full body prosthesis rather than the Frankenstein reconstruction they had done to her.
Thread: Knowing When to Fight GITS Vawnie Bear x Broomhandle45

Paper cranes, Motoko answered somewhat thoughtfully as her foot gently rocked. I got pretty good at them, actually...Origami is very difficult when you're not sure of your own body. When you switched over so young, everything was difficult...but she remembered how often she did the paper cranes, the motion was something she could do half conscious now.
Thread: Knowing When to Fight GITS Vawnie Bear x Broomhandle45

For a moment Jeanne wondered if the Major was thinking about something else entirely, and so waited a moment as what she said seemed to have no pertenance to their current subject. When it was explained, she was grateful she had waited. Paper cranes... Jeanne said thoughtfully looking down at both of her hands now resting in her lap. They appeared perfectly normal, two very human, identical yet mirrored hands. As they turned out of the protected Public Safety Section 9 building and moved out into the city so as to head to the hotel. In her mind she was already accessing instructions for making paper cranes. Vaguely she remembered having made some once. With her mother as they read a book for her schooling... something about a thousand cranes. In her head space she watched a small video and examined folding instructions. The artists hands were very precise in folds and scores. I see. She said after while. Shall I get you some origami paper Jeanne? Viv asked of her invading her quiet head space with a polite mental touch before he spoke. She stared harder at her hands and he knew she was thinking about it. Something pretty perhaps? A faint smile came to her lips at that, and she gave a single nod. Some paper, then. He made a mental note on his to do list for tomorrow then looked up to the Major from where he sat beside his employer and friend. Is my itinerary satisfactory? Jeanne asked the Major. She had several days of meetings with several prominent figures, luncheons and dinner dates as well as her official invite to the Prime Ministers ball in three days. She had a few things on there for her personal experience. A visit to the war memorial and museum. As well as a Kabuki play and gift shopping for friends and family back home. There were also several large blocks of marked time that said Personal... the time slots alternated, when she had a lunch date she had the large block in the evening, and when she had a dinner date she had the block in the early afternoon...
Thread: Knowing When to Fight GITS Vawnie Bear x Broomhandle45

You're a busy woman, Ambassador, Motoko smiled faintly, reclined back with her arm across the expensive leather. Real leather...it always just felt so much different compared to the synethetic stuff, even though it was getting harder and harder to tell the difference. Then again, how did she know it was real at all? It wasn't like she was flesh and blood...so really, what difference did it make that she liked it better? Ah, there she went again...at any rate, her personal time was a surprising portion of her schedule. That would prove a small bit complex, but Motoko knew how to blend into a crowd if she needed to. She would have thought a woman from the American Empire would be less concerned about sightseeing and more about political issues, but who was she to judge? Everything seems in order, I'll make sure your scheduled locations are clear before you arrive. Motoko murmured. You'll be staying on the thirty fourth floor, and sharing a room with me. The password to your room will change every twenty four hours, and will be sent to you through an encrypted line. It didn't sound much like she had options. But then again, Motoko knew how dangerous these terrorists could be if they really wanted to. Since Japan had become a rising superpower, patriotism hit the worse people and places. People who wanted worldwide unity were shunned-if a bit naive, the world wasn't like it used to be-, people who wanted integration were hated...crimes against police and other government officials was a steady cycle of cyberattacks and real ones. Somewhat harmless, but still with a consistent frequency. I trust that won't be a problem?
Thread: Knowing When to Fight GITS Vawnie Bear x Broomhandle45

Honestly her schedule was a bit fuller than she would have liked, but Viv assured her with the large blocks of time allotted for herself each day, she would manage the heavy schedule. If not they could simply cut away the excess fat. She gave the Major a slightly pained look... I know. She said and it appeared as if she were not pleased with the schedule. The only thing on her schedule that she really wanted to do was to see the War Memorial, she actually had family who had served in that war. They were uncles and cousins, but they were still family. She felt it would do well to give honor to their sacrifices. The Kabuki play was the one thing that Viv wanted to do, and though she really didn't appreciate shopping so much these days, she understood his desire to bring home something for his family... and what she did, he did... if she didn't he didn't... Thus the extra pieces added into her itinerary. But she never explained these little details to those who worked with them from the foreign embassy. You will be staying on the 34'th floor... Jeanne registered her guardian was speaking but it took a few minutes for her mind to shift, and when it did... ... and sharing a room with me... She blinked long at the Major as these words sunk past her exhaustion. Wait. She said holding up her hand to stop the Major who was still going on about how things were going to be. You are going to be staying with me? She asked to be sure she heard that right. Pale brows furrowed and fine lips pulled tight. Guards were people, they had feelings, and thoughts, and took up space... she had nothing against people, but she didn't particularly want to share her space with them. Her life was complicated, even more since the plane crash. Jeanne appeared to be a well put together woman, but that was an appearance... she struggled with all sorts of new problems. Some of them she had a firm hold on, like her claustrophobia and fear of flying while awake, but that didn't mean they weren't still there, battering her psyche digging at her calm defenses looking for a moment of weakness to vent themselves. This usually happened through terrifying dreams that still haunted her. The Major was a pretty woman, and thus far she had been nothing but professional and friendly, but Jeanne liked her privacy and the knowledge that she was safe from others eyes. It was one reason why she traveled light, just her and Viv...
Thread: Knowing When to Fight GITS Vawnie Bear x Broomhandle45

Don't concern yourself too much, she said with a polite smile. I'm not exactly on a vacation away from work. It's more of a security precaution than anything else, I doubt you'll see me more than once in the morning. It's easier from a security standpoint, unless you would rather me come here every morning with a convoy, opposed to just me, Ambassador? It was faster, safer, quicker...very unorthodox, but desperate times called for desperate measures. After all, her father was still a notable general that had a lot of political clout. Granted, Japan was in no way pressured by the American Empire currently, but there was no sense in testing those particular waters over a dead body.
Thread: Knowing When to Fight GITS Vawnie Bear x Broomhandle45

Grey blue eyes dropped at the thought of a whole retinue of men pressing in on her. She turned her eyes to the windows and watched the dying sunlight as that uncomfortable feeling pressed in on her once more. When she turned back she gave a nod to the Major. It seems you are my guest for the duration of my stay. She said and gave that tired smile again. She wondered if the Major had thought up the most unpleasant idea she could manage knowing her dislike for large groups and big fusses over her person, and gave that to her as an alternative to get her to agree to the stay with her. If she had... she was a shrewd woman. The driver pulled up to the front door of the highrise hotel and stopped. The golden light that blazed from the glass doors causing the young Ambassador to squint even through the dark tint of the unmarked car. There was a brief moment where her hand rose but she curbed the action before she touched her face. Thankfully she was not the kind of ambassador who brought with it a large fan fare and media coverage... After you. She said to Motoko.