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Thread: Beyond Saving

Rob tensed as Xavier walked past, expecting the worst. But the big man kept moving, not even looking in his direction. Good. He hadnt recognized him. Still, it might be best if he made himself scarce. So he sold a few more potions, and a couple of salves and a charm, and then went through the theatre of pretending to pack his wares by touch. Then he sling his pack, and tapped around with his stick. Oh, pardon me! he said, seconds after accidentally brushing his hand against the breast of a comely peasant lass. I didnt see you there! She giggled at that. I was wondering if you might direct me towards the jail. The jail? She sounded perplexed by that. Why? Well, I heard theyve arrested a witch, he replied. And Ive never seen a witch, so I thought Id have a look. Ah, she replied, amusement in her expression. Well, go straight ahead about five hundred yards, then turn left and follow the trail about a quarter mile. Thank you, my lady. -- He could have made the walk in less than half the time, if he wasnt playing at being a blind peddler. Not that he minded, really, because it gave him time to think. And most of his thoughts went like this What in the Thirteen Brazen Hells of Torment am I doing ? Because he was getting involved . Teldir had wanted him to get involved, and hed made the right decision in telling the damn moon cats to piss up a rope, and now he was getting involved anyway . It is the desire of the Four-Faced Moon , Umbra said, padding slowly along on his left hand. It is the will of Teldir , Halo added from his right. Sod off, the both of you, he muttered, ignoring the strange looks passers-by gave him. Blind Tom wouldnt have seen them anyway. Im just going to look. She has been touched by the Moon, and has claim on Teldir for aid , Umbra insisted. She has claim on your aid, for you are the Champion , Halo continued. Yeah? Well, that and three pence gets me a small ale and missing balls, so dont count on anything, he grumbled. Why wasnt one of the damn Moonies the Champion? He glared at Umbra through his gauze. Because Im not . As usual, neither cat responded. Both just melted away, leaving him an unobstructed view of the jail. A minute of conversation with a constable and a gift of a cream for warts, gained him access to the cells. After all, a blind, curious peddler couldnt be any real concern, right? So he made his way back. Well, he said after a long look. Youre not what I expected. Hed met enough witches in his time to know that they werent all withered hags and they werent all frauds. This one certainly wasnt. Up close, she practically crackled with a raw animal sexuality that made it hard to breathe. Frankly, he was surprised one of the constables wasnt raping her right now - it was the sort of thing that they tended to see as a perk of the job. Maybe they were waiting until nightfall, to preserve the illusion of the law? Or maybe they could feel the dark power on her? He was barely trained, and he could feel it like heat lightning in his skin. Hunkering down and leaning on his stick, he looked her in the eyes. So. Would you like to get out? he heard himself ask.
Thread: Beyond Saving

Dolly remained in her split and rocked back and forth with her hands bound behind her and humming an unknown toon. It seemed as though the guards were avoiding her. How sad. No company. Well, she still had her voices. ' You've done it now Dolly. She freaked out my son!' Cackling rang through the seemingly endless abyss of her mind as the voices spoke on. ' If she dies, it's back to the bowels of hell for us' 'Awww!' 'Maybe she'll be raped again' 'Dumbass... you can't rape the willing, and this freak is always willing.' This made the gagged woman laugh, for it was true. Footsteps sounded against the floor signaling a guest! Oh yes! FInally! The person who stood on the other side of the bars was not what she expected. Then again she wasn't entirely sure of what she had been expecting in the first place. His hair was as dark as her soul and she found it nice. From the split, she sat cross-legged upon the cold stone floor and managed a smile with her gag in place with a tilt of her head as though she were observing him. ' This one is not what he appears to be' 'I know.' Left and right, her head did wag at his question until it stopped to merely shrug her shoulders. The woman was silently jovial with a somber background. Forward, the bound woman with dark and mysterious aura about her did lean and nod her head casually. Friends and company were all she desired. Physical ones. The ones inside of her head were nice, but they couldn't get drunk with her, joke with her, or make regrettable decisions with her. The more the merrier in fact. Too bad she didn't see Xavier. She had tons to tell the man who escaped death twice before he could even crawl. New friends, were the best. Oh, how Dolly enjoyed peeling back the layers, like an onion, to find what made them tick. What made them squirm. Reactions were embedded into her memory. Memories that would never go away for as long as the cursed woman lived.
Thread: Beyond Saving

Dolly's mesmerizing and calculating eyes looked at the newcomer. Yes! A new friend! The icy chill of the cell commingling with the excitement brimming with and caused goosebumps to dance along every inch of her pale colored skin. The red hair was just as stunning as the woman herself. The doll barely caught his master's attention over the female that had just released it. She looks good enough to eat. A demon uttered in her head while gazing at the woman through their host's eyes. The ragdoll walked through the cold hard bars with ease, upon the scantily clad leg of its ower, up the shoulder, and upon her crimson curly hair topped head. It appeared as though the thing was laying upon its stomach and fiddling with the fastening of the gag until it succeeded. The brown-eyed beastly beauty spat out the gag then sight. I've tasted dicks better than that and you... Dolly looked to the stuff possessed toy that jumped from her head and stood before her. Plush arms waved in the air without a sound to be heard. A likely story. So you hitch a ride with a beauty like that... that's your excuse?..... I can't say that she has a nice ass if I haven't seen it Dolly, now don't be rude to our guests. Those very same eyes that felt as though they could see to the very depths of one's soul looked at the two beings across from her on the other side of the cell. First, the woman. Thank you for bringing my dolly back. My hands are a little.... tied, so I can't make another. I have so many souls, so many voices, but only two hands. Sucks. Now for the man. Hello, Champion. Then she suddenly laughed and looked off to the side at the wall. What a silly name. What would I call him that? With a shrug of her shoulders, she looked at her guests once more. May I help you? The damned fool would ask such a question when she was clearly the one that needed aid. Again the mad woman laughed. Oh, and the voices ask if you could help me. They seem to think that I need help. A silly smile sat upon her lips with her head tilted in an innocent little look. I don't bite... unless you ask me to. She jested with a little laugh.
Thread: Beyond Saving

Staggered, but not entirely surprised at the vulgarity she woman spat, Elisa eyed her body, the grotesque, yet undisputedly effective appearance, an unconscionable alienage to her. At first glance, face resolutely unimpressed, she observed the reunion. She herself had no idea what she had reasonably expected from the exchange, but the result was wearily anticlimactic. Her heartbeat was steady like a drummer, keeping rhythm, keeping beat. It was no fancier than the ticking of a clock or the inevitable falling of an acorn from its perch upon a mighty oak. The puppeteer did however, somehow through a superficial comment manage to put a dent into its pattern the merest hint of a coy smile playing about her lip and the faint imprint of a blooming red upon her cheeks. She had issues deciding whether she should be flattered or offended, but the ladys unconventional personage made it all the more difficult. Curiosity, interest, and obsession - mile markers on Elisas road to damnation. She met the oncoming stare with equally mesmerising pools, deep ocean blue, sedated by their surroundings, flecks of silvery light performing ballets throughout. A sharp contrast shone through the looking-glass and a tingle trickled through her, like electrical sparks on the way to the ground, gathering in her toes. She countered the thankful appreciation in an elaborate fashion, hand flourishing outwards in a dignified courtesy and her head lowering in a supplementary manner - more than a nod, though less than a bow. Your companion, he seemed distressed. I would have hated to leave him wandering aimlessly. Had to take some precautions though, I hope you understand. Now, the thing is, she continued, I need you to answer some questions to the best of your ability. If you cooperate I will help you relieve the bonds that hold you. That way we help each other. Surely, those should be agreeable terms. Manicured hands reached out, slender fingers swirling the bars in a gentle hold, face skewered still with a fading blush.
Thread: Beyond Saving

Why the hell was he doing this? Getting involved? Because Teldir was demanding it? Because the witch - the maybe witch - was hot? Or because he was plain stupid? Stupid, he decided as he glanced around and then examined the lock on the cell. Right. This wont be too hard, he decided, sneering at the mechanism. Well need to move quickly, though. Nimble fingers withdrew a leather-wrapped packet from his pouch, one that opened to reveal a number of curiously-designed small bars and levers. One I open this, I mean. And then a woman entered, causing him to quickly tuck the packet away. Great. Witnesses. Compounding jailbreak with murder would be messy and dangerous, and inelegant as well. But even as he weighed his options and let his hand drift towards the stiletto in his boot, the redhead let a doll drop to the ground. Then the hairs in his neck stood on end as the rag doll climbed to its feet and scurried into the cell. All right, he decided as the rag hominculus ungagged the prisoner. A real witch , So, he murmured to the redhead, trying to ignore the uncanny piping voice of the doll and the witchs unsettling remarks about souls . Friend of yours? Suddenly, the witch was talking to him. Hello, Champion. What a silly name. What would I call him that? Names Tom, he replied, maintaining the facade of being a blind peddler and trying to ignore the idea that she knew the title Teldir had foisted on him. Dunno what you mean by Champion. She looked around the cell, and then her fevered, eagle-sharp gaze was back on him. May I help you? she asked, before laughing wildly. Oh, and the voices ask if you could help me. They seem to think that I need help. I don't bite... unless you ask me to. We can figure the biting part out later, Rob decided, then shifted back from the door as the redhead reached through the bars and made a request for help. For now, come to an agreement with milady here, he offered a small salute with one finger as he rose, and Ill open the door. Or put four inches of steel in her brain, as needed, he decided, eying the gentle curve of the redheads neck. Be a shame to kill her, mind. But you never knew.
Thread: Beyond Saving

The otherworldly woman eyed her guests and listened to the sexy woman speaking. Once or twice she nodded her head and when the male questioned her words and caused the bound woman to giggle. Don't look at me Tom, that's what they call you. 'They' being the voices of various people locked within her endless abyss of a mind. Oh, Tom such a tease. That cat at the canary grin spread from ear to ear at his words before those eyes looked over to the lovely lady that requested to have the questions answered. Well, I don't have much else to do at the moment, so why not? The ragdoll sat upon his master's shoulder what the voices whispered in her mind. One whispered over the man and many verbally raped the gorgeous woman offering to free their host from the cell. Xavier's parent's lingered in her mind opting that she stay so that they could speak to their son through her. Don't worry, I'll find him or he will find me, besides, it's not like you have anywhere to be so calm down. With a sigh, Dolly shook her head and looked up from the floor to woman after visibly rolling those haunting eyes of her. Sorry, they can be so rude. Continue with your questions.
Thread: Beyond Saving

Dolly smiled, sat, and listened. The gorgeous woman before her looked as though she could take a lot, but to watch that chill ghost through her, she similar chills to dance across Dolly's exposed flesh for entirely different reasons excitement. Despite the voices throwing in their two cents as the story was being told, Dolly hung on every word spoken. Visibly the prisoner feigned an appalled look. Occult fever dream? Dear lady, I am my own unique being, though I hear that there are other's like me. A wicked smile suddenly emerged along with a wicked little laugh as she rocked in place with her bindings. You've every right to be cautious. Your enemy may even be hard to see with the naked eye. With a serious tone of voice, she continued on. I can not offer you answers, but I can offer you aide. We can offer you aide and believe me.... you will need it. Were there even bodies found? A shiver of excitement visibly ghosted through her being as mad Dolly spoke. Your man is like me. Take me there and I'll hear what he hears. Whatever we are, most can't stand it. It drives them mad to the brink of death. But not I! It's a blessing and a curse. Though we are all still different, I can take a beating, but not like him. Her tone of voice saddened near the end. It reminded her of her mother who was frightened of her, but oh how her mother would be so happy to see her making friends! Free me and I can at least talk to the souls that are dead.... if they are even dead to begin with. It was an interesting thought. There were beings that could swallow a soul without being seen, but a whole village? This was fun and she would have company. I wish that I could see the man though. An hour with me and he will spill a lot. The smile creeping upon her face spoke of some very mischevious thoughts as she waited to see if her words earned her freedom. Tom? Did you have a reason for stopping by or did you just come here to see me? Given your blindness , you might want to keep really close to me when I'm freed. The more the merrier, right?
Thread: Beyond Saving

Despite himself, Rob shivered as the redhead described her encounter. Shivered, and then shuddered as memory returned unbidden. Ive... seen that man, he murmured, likin the admission even less as the mad woman in the cell began explaining. His words seemed to attract her attention. Tom? Did you have a reason for stopping by or did you just come here to see me? Given your blindness , you might want to keep really close to me when I'm freed. The more the merrier, right? No, he didnt fucking want to stick close. He didnt want to be involved at all . No specific reason, he lied, trying to ignore Umbra and Halo watching impassively in the hallway. Just never seen a witch up close before, is all. Also a lie, given the number hed spoken with over the past few years. But, yeah. That man. I saw him, or someone who looked a lot like him, in a town I passed through a few months back. Crazy bastard, and creepy as hell. I dont know that he deserved to be burnt at the stake, though. A snort. Mayor disagreed, though. He shivered again as he remembered the obscene prophecies the man had shrieked as the flames clawed at his flesh. So, he said, looking at the redhead as he tried to change the subject. You want me to let her out now, or what?
Thread: Beyond Saving

During the pale ladys response, Elisa had found momentary comfort in a beloved book, fine fingertips leading the erratic movements of the pen across the wrinkled papers. Notes, notes, notes. She even found time to draw another rough sketch of the intriguing woman, the distinct features apparent and though it lacked the finer details, the art remained true to its purpose. Eyes peaked the edge of the leather-binding that encased her book, analytic pupils attempting to read the ladys expressions and unusual thought process. Im afraid that I dont know the nitty-gritty details, but thats all the more reason to investigate for me. She nodded her head in contempt, However, you have agreed to aid me, and for that, I am forever grateful. Now, give me a moment. She turned on the spot to direct her attention to the figure beside her. This is not a journey fit for a blind and feeble peddler, Sir. I apologise for my brash use of words, but you would get yourself killed. Terror can find cracks in the sturdiest of armour, the most resolute of minds and judging by your current state, you possess neither. Her body folded in an apologetic bow, I greatly appreciate your input, but I can take it from here. I cant allow you to venture anywhere as things stand, Sir. That being said, her fingers snapped around the book and it closed with a dry wheeze. She took a step back, dexterous frame lean and wiry, every deliberate sinew in her tensed, on high alert. Visible thoughts on her breathless face erupted in an inverse explosion, crazy, chaotic, turning and twisting all the light coming together, forming just one thing, one purpose. They spun in a design-less and logic-devoid fashion, yet the end result was exactly as desired. Eyes flared to life with a potent concoction of determination and finesse, a blinding teal light emanating from the sockets, as well as the jewel that rested gently on her supple forehead. With the simple twitch of a suspended muscle, she braced and paused to briefly gesticulate towards the barred door, a smooth signaling of the hand casting a bright seal of light. It burst into sporadic gusts of wind that cascaded through the narrow corridors and sprawling grid of the prison facility. The shower of crystalline glass that followed the ear-rending sound flickered off in wild tornados of glimmer. The door flung open, its hinges creaking absurdly under the applied pressure, the lock thoroughly battered. She waltzed over the threshold then and kneeled beside the bound hostage, fingers undoing the restrictive binds. Elisa was warm, fragranced, soft, but also wary, daunted and lightly frightened. You can stand by yourself, right? She took a definite step into the womans low-cast vision as she loomed before her, sack-like wrapping encapsulating her frame, a helpful hand extended as a sign of gratitude.
Thread: Eternal Thrill Characters

Name Alethea Iris Copper Age 26 Race Human Rank Airship CaptainSky Pirate Height 5'4 Weight 102 lbs Eyes Pale green Hair Platinum white to the middle of her back Other She has many tattoos one on her left hip , one along the length of her spine , one directly under her breasts , and larger one on her right hip Her story thus far.... If one were to look into her past, they would find her choice in profession confusing. Brought up in a loving two parent home. She was never abused or neglected. They had their dinner at the table every night. Her parents made a decent wage. While she didn't get everything she wanted, she never went without or had to fight for her next meal. she was loved by her parents and her two siblings. So why the life of crime you ask? To Alethea the answer is a simple one. She wanted more. More that being a devoted wife and mother could offer. More excitement that working in a plant nursery or as a data entry clerk would create. To love in the sky was a dream she had always intended to make a reality all her life. Sure she could have joined the Royal Army. But even they walked on the ground at the end of the day. The life of a soldier didn't always take you to the sky. Not when you were a female at least. A shirt trip here and there. It was also fairly uneventful when you were a girl. The people didn't like the idea of a 'delicate' woman in battle, facing possible death. The only option that was left in her mind, was to become a pirate. At sixteen she left home. Leaving only a note saying she loved everyone and she would be in contact with them soon. Spending the years until she was twenty-one moving up in the ranks. She waited patiently for her fortune to present itself. Until she saw the perfect moment to take control of the ship. Using her body as ploy to gain entrance to the Captain's private cabin. She waited until he was asleep. Slitting the throat of the dirty, over weight man. HIs death was quick and silent. She then dumped his body over board. The crew so uneducated, they believed the note she claimed he left behind. I have decided to seek out a simpler life. I leave the ship and you crew to Alethea Copper. She will treat you well men, follow her lead. Captain Abe Zophar Vyner Last edited Sep 17, 2018
Thread: Eternal Thrill Characters

Name Jonas Riskal Age 230 was in his early 20s when changed Race Vampire Height 6'5 Weight 195 Eyes An almost white blue, with a black ring. Hair An almost black shade of brown. Messy in a fashionable way, that comes to the tops of his shoulders. Personality Cold- He feels no emotion towards anyone or anything. Except pleasure in causing pain and discomfort to others Methodical- He does nothing without thinking of the consequences, or better yet the rewards for himself. Sadistic- Causing pain to others, be it physical, mental, or emotional. This is what drives him far more than anything else. Selfish and Self- Entitled- Ever the narcissist, he only thinks of himself. How he could benefit in any situation. What other can do for him. He believes that the world owes him for the life that was taken from him. Both his and Mirela's. The story of.... His life was much different before two years ago. Mirela was in it then. She had been there for the last one hundred years of his Gods forsaken life. The last shred of humanity that he had. Two years ago, that humanity died with her. He knew she was slowly going insane, though he wasn't sure why. His suspicion was witches all along. Nobody at the Organization would listen though. They all believed she succumbed to the monster inside. That may have also been the case, but she was still his. Then Gideon was put on the case of Suspicious Murders In London. The newly turned werewolf didn't take long before he was on her trail. In a mater of weeks, she was found and hauled in. They wouldn't listen to him about the witches. No, they ignored his plea to investigate further. They executed her the very next morning. If Gideon would have just let her be, Mirela would still be here now. His humanity would have stayed intact. Now his eternities goal is to see the man suffer.
Thread: The Bonnie To My Clyde (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Cliff, man, wanna go to this bar with us tonight? There's a total bomb shell ya gotta see works there. His oldest friend, Richard, leaned against Cliff's locker after school. James and Charles moved over when they saw Richard drop by Cliff's side, James looking around before offering his pack of smokes. Richard took one and sucked on it, opting to wait to light up. Mm, yeah, not only are the drinks great but the view, Charles growled as he made an hourglass shape with his hands, T' die for.
Thread: The Bonnie To My Clyde (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Cliff took one and smiled. Yeah? Shit I might just go with ya.. He said.
Thread: The Bonnie To My Clyde (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Right on, you wanna ride or meet up? Richard asked, It's that piano bar on the corner of fifth and main.
Thread: The Bonnie To My Clyde (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

He smiled. I'll drive. He said
Thread: The Bonnie To My Clyde (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Sick. See ya, man. Richard clapped Cliff's back and grinned before heading off with James and Charles. If they hadn't told them they were going for the hot chicks, he would have thought they were going soft for frequenting a piano bar.
Thread: The Bonnie To My Clyde (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

He chuckled to himself and later on, got only a little dressed up before he headed off to the bar.