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Thread: The Arcanist and the Assassin (MysteriousD and Ghastygoo)

Faewlen was left in awe as they came over to the grounds covered by gardens and fountains alike. It even seemed that some crops were grown out here too. She could faintly see a few strawberry bushes. Suddenly Diego's voice changed tone and she could tell he was alarmed to feel someone's presence, someone that wasn't meant to be there. Instinctively, the elf said a few words, part of a reprise to a full incantation. Immediately, her arms burst into a shadowy fire, the sides of her forearms gaining two several inch long blades. She could swipe someone with ease, and they appeared sharp enough to even go through unprotected armor of any kind.
Thread: The Arcanist and the Assassin (MysteriousD and Ghastygoo)

Something came out of the garden and Diego flinched in shock. It was an artifically created being, specifically, a homunculus. However, this one in particular was quite gruesome looking. While he possessed the telltale gray white skin and the aritfical look, lacking the subtle details on the outside a normal person would have, he was also dripping red and based on enlarged arms, he was mutated. This was confirmed when the latex-like skin ripped and bits of real meat dripped out along with green sludge. It's a homunculus... made of flesh and what seems to be plant material, Diego murmured incredibly before the thing roared and its large arm mutated into the shape of carnivorous monster mixed with a venus flytrap at him. Diego dodged before finding the plant extended vines and began crushing him.
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Faewlen could only stare at the mutated being, half-gagging when it began dripping bits and pieces of the meat and sludge it was made of. The smell was horrid too like a decaying body. Without further delay as the vines were already climbing up Diego's legs and making to strangle or kidnap him, the elf lurched forward and slashed at the vines, severing them with ease. Next came the head and the heart, either of which might permanently disable the monster. She stepped off its shoulder and flew into the air, shrouding herself in the dark magic she had been gifted with as a child and flew straight into the beast, making it explode on impact. Dismembered limbs and it's head went flying, the disgusting slop littering the garden. Faewlen looked about her, ashamed she'd made a mess. But... Oh gods it was like that one time long ago... The exertion was getting to her. Before she could even glance at Diego to see if she was okay, she collapsed, blacking out.
Thread: The Arcanist and the Assassin (MysteriousD and Ghastygoo)

Diego caught his breath when he was freed of the grip. He whistled and the guards appeared. Have the Necromancer look into this, Diego said to them. The Royal Coroner or as he prefered to be called, the Necromancer, was the one in charge of clean-up duty and investigating whatever supernatural horrors were involved here. He then went over to Faewlen and picked her up before taking her to her room. He also healed his cracked ribs. When Faewlen woke up, she'd notice she was in the room and that Diego had a big smile on his face, showing off the new armor that he had made her. Ta-da! You're now an official Guard here and my personal protector. Your citizenship into Cosmanova is beign finalized. Welcome, he said to her with a smile. Really happy you're okay, he said.
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Thread: A stripper's sorrow. (Sixth x Hummingbird-in-a-Box)

Sebastian Callaghan looked as though he enjoyed the finer things in life. Well groomed, handsome, and more often than not in a tailored and pressed suit the lupine looked as though he might have stepped off the pages of the hundred most eligible bachelors list. While fine clothes, good wine and gourmet food were easy enough for him to come by, lately it seemed that good company was more and more difficult to find. It wasnt as though he considered himself a regular at the strip club, but the waitress seated him at his favourite table and brought him his favourite drink without an order. Perhaps that was more telling than he had realised not to mention that he knew one or two of the dancers by more than just their name, even though he was yet to purchase a private dance. He liked to look, but to have such a delicious morsel within paws reach and be unable to touch? Patience and self-control were not his best virtues, especially when his bed had been cold for as long as it had. Having a few extra bills in his wallet always served him favourably, and instead of being relegated to the restrooms with the rest of the patrons who more often than not reeked of sweaty desperation, Sebastian was entitled to use the VIP facilities. They were adjacent to the corridor where the dancers dressing rooms were located, and Sebastian was just re-adjusting his belt after exiting when he heard a quiet sob. His ear flicked involuntarily toward the sound, but it was gone. He must have misheard. Straightening his suit jacket, Sebastian was about to turn to push through the doors that led back to the main floor when the sound came again, from the second room down the hall. He definitely had not misheard that time, and it gave him pause. It was none of his business what went on in the back of house, but Sebastian was soft at heart, even with strangers. It would cost him nothing to knock softly on the door and make an honest enquiry at worst he would be turned away, at best he could offer someone a shoulder. A thin beam of light spilled into the hallway from the slightly ajar door, and Sebastian's nostrils quivered in anticipation. The sobbing was louder now, and he whined softly in his throat. Raising a hand, his fingers curled into a fist and he knocked softly, but deliberately on the door with one knuckle. It swung slightly from the action, but did not open further. Excuse me, came his careful baritone. Are you alright in there?
Thread: A stripper's sorrow. (Sixth x Hummingbird-in-a-Box)

Duncan was a stripper with a past he kept hidden from everyone, everyone except himself that is. He only wished he could hide it from himself as well, forget everything and start a new, however every time he tried it always ended the same, with some phantom memory creeping up and leaving him sitting there crying all alone, like he currently was. Today it had been a man, the sheer size of him reminding him so much of the man he was so scared of. This thought brought a fresh round of tears to his soft blue eyes, already red from the crying. He hadn't been in there long yet, and all he really wanted was to be able to pull himself to go home. it was the end of his shift, and yet he was too scared to go outside on his own. In fact, currently, he was too scared to even leave the room. He didn't realize that although the door was locked, it sat ajar and anyone could just walk in. He leapt to his feet at the sound of knocking, his eyes going wide at the sight of the moving door. His first instinct was to run, and he took it, whirling around and making a mad dash the other way, forgetting about the couch he had just been crying on in his panic. He ran flat into the couch, flipping over it and landing on the floor behind it with a rather distinct 'thump' of his slender body hitting the floor. He had reacted before he had even registered the words that had come from the man's mouth. A soft whimper slid from his throat as he lay there, shocked. He wasn't entirely sure what had just happened, however he did know his shorts were giving him a wedgie, his eyes stung from the salt in his tears, his tail was stuck in a very uncomfortable position trapped under his leg like that, and that he would undoubtedly need to wash his golden fur tonight to get the scent of his own fear out of it.
Thread: A stripper's sorrow. (Sixth x Hummingbird-in-a-Box)

Hurried footsteps, a thud, and the woof of the wind being knocked out of the room's occupant answered Sebastians careful greeting. He cocked his head to one side curiously. What on earth was going on in there? His wet nose twitched of its own accord, scenting the air and finding fear tainting it. Sebastian puffed his chest out as though planning to barge right on in with no regard for the consequences. His first thought was that the young man within either had been - or was currently in - some kind of danger. Only a kernel of rationality kept him grounded. There were bouncers at the front doors and patrolling security guards, and it was no secret that the private dance rooms were under video surveillance for the dancers protection. It was highly unlikely that there was a dangerous situation at hand. So why were they so upset? Sebastian licked his nose, pink tongue running the length of his maw as he considered his options. Instead of knocking, he settled for clearing his throat before he spoke again. I didnt mean to cause you any alarm, he said quietly, leaning his head in towards the door so his words would carry more easily. I was just leaving the rest room and thought I heard someone crying. I dont mean to eavesdrop I just wanted to be sure you were alright. Sebastian kept his ear trained on the crack between the door and the jamb, waiting for some kind of reply.
Thread: A stripper's sorrow. (Sixth x Hummingbird-in-a-Box)

Duncan carefully picked himself up off the ground, gently running his hand over his long silky tail to ease the stinging pain from being squished. He stayed behind the couch, keeping the piece of furniture between himself and the door incase the person on the other side came in. Slowly, he peaked over the back of the couch, keeping his ears flattened against his head fearfully as he listened to the man's explanation, weighing his options. He leaned to try and peer beyond the door, however he couldn't see anything from his hiding place. I'm sorry... He whispered from where he hid behind the couch. He tried to keep his body from trembling so, and even tried to coax his tail from out between his legs, however he couldn't not without knowing for sure. Could you... Push the door open? He figured that was probably a strange request, however he stayed huddled out of sight behind the couch, waiting to hear if the door would open. Carefully, he peeked around the far edge of the couch to take a look at the door, to watch it and see what the man would do. He refused to say he was alright, because that would be a lie, however he refused to admit that he wasn't either, so he simply chose not to acknowledge the bit about seeing if he was alright. He wanted to make sure this wasn't the man he was so scared of with his eyes. His nose and the sound of this man's voice were different, however he wanted to see who he was dealing with, partly because he was afraid he had somehow remembered him wrong and partly because this man smelled divine and he was a tad bit curious to see if he looked just as divine.
Thread: A stripper's sorrow. (Sixth x Hummingbird-in-a-Box)

Push open the door...? Well, sure, of course he could do that. The occupant's answer hadn't really been much of an answer at all, so without deliberation Sebastian carefully rested two pads and his thumb against the painted wood and pushed, letting them slide from the cool surface as the door swung slowly away from him. There, sprawled somewhat awkwardly on the wrong side of the couch, crouched the owner of the nervous voice. Sebastian couldn't help but smile gently. He looked little more than a boy, and it was entirely endearing the way he clutched at his own tail. Sorry, came Sebastian's own apology. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable by lingering on the other side of the door. I just didn't want to barge on in. The wolf swallowed thickly, canting his head to one side. The light from within the room was a soft gold, and Sebastian's attention was drawn to the way it accentuated the rich colour of the other's pelt. His own was plain in comparison, or so he thought, for he was a fairly average coloured wolf. His muzzle, belly, groin and inner thighs, along with the tufts of fur at his elbows were a light espresso colour. Silver and black worked to give definition to the strong contours of his face making his eyebrows more expressive. Perhaps the only quality about his fur that was decidedly un -wolfish was its softness. His pelt lacked much of the roughness and thickness that wolf fur tended to have, which in his opinion, served to accentuate the build of his body. He was healthy, lightly toned even. But it wasn't anything to brag about. Sebastian caught himself staring, and the gentle smile pulled back into a slightly embarrassed one. Sorry, he said again. I meant it when I said I meant not to intrude. I just wanted to be sure you were okay. He couldn't say he recognised the caramel coat, much less the face it belonged to. He certainly wasn't lamenting having discovered him, though. Sebastian leaned casually against the doorframe, hoping to make himself less imposing. Even though his intentions were honourable, looming in a doorway wasn't the most neutral of behaviours. Even though I can see for myself now, you never answered me earlier. he said softly, exercising self control for once and not tacking a choice of adjectives to the end of that sentence. Cutey, handsome, gorgeous were three that came to mind. It wasn't appropriate to say just now, but it didn't stop him from thinking it. Are you okay?
Thread: A stripper's sorrow. (Sixth x Hummingbird-in-a-Box)

Duncan was simply relieved when the door opened and revealed a wolf he couldn't help but look at. His body was nice, but that wasn't what held his attention. It was the wolf's eyes that held his attention. They didn't have that look he grown to associate with pain in them, in fact these eyes seemed to sooth him, which made him a tiny bit nervous at the same time. No you're fine. You just... Caught me at an unfortunate time. Duncan's eyes flickered back and forth from the wolf to the floor as if he couldn't decide what to look at. He was quite an odd little creature, a cross between a wolf and Fennec Fox. He was smaller than any normal wolf, but larger than the tiny fennec foxes at the same time. His ears were huge, like the fox's, and his eyes were a tad bit larger for his face than was considered normal for a wolf, making him look much younger than he really was. His fur was beautiful golden brown that darkened near the tips of his ears, the end of his snout, along his spine, his groin, the tip of his tail, his feet, and his hands, and lightened around the edges of his face, eyes, chest, and belly. The little fox-wolf usually worked set nights, and this wasn't one of his normal ones. Besides that, the little fox was one of the top requested for the private lap dances, so the owner usually only lets him dance on the main stage for the first five minutes he's on the clock before he sticks him a private room to dance for the increasing number of his fans. More often than not, he got to choose his clients because so many requested him that it was impossible for him to dance for all of them in a night. He was really fair with his choosing and made sure to always pick a different bunch, although he did tend to avoid the really big ones and the ones that scared him. None of the clients knew that of coarse, they only knew he picked different ones each night, and never seemed to take a fancy to any no matter how hard they tried. I... Umm... He seemed to shrink back behind the couch shyly for a moment before he stood and strained himself, retrieving his long fluffy tail to play with the fur on it for a moment as he seemed to consider his answer. After a moment, he fluffed his fur up, puffed up his chest like he expected the larger man to challenge his answer, dropped his tail, and spoke. I guess that would depend on your definition of okay. He himself knew this was just the act he put on to hide when he was feeling the effects of his past until he felt alright again for a little while. I'm Duncan. Who are you? He was purposely changing the subject to something he suddenly thought was much more important. His huge ears slowly began to stand back up, revealing the gleam of the single silver hoop earring clip on he always wore to sneak past the 'all strippers must have at least one visible piercing' rule his boss liked to impose. He had been too scared to really let someone punch a hole in his ear, so he had created the little device so that his fur hid the fact that was a clip on and not the real deal.
Thread: A stripper's sorrow. (Sixth x Hummingbird-in-a-Box)

Sebastian was perhaps paying a little too much attention to the half-breed as he righted himself. It was difficult not to with the endearing way he continually seemed to fidget - nevermind the way the light seemed to playfully catch the highlights in his fur. Despite his apparently demure disposition, there was much about the youngling that said look at me . My name is Sebastian. He answered calmly, continuing to lounge casually against the door. I dont think Ive had the pleasure of meeting you until now, Duncan. Though I must say I am pleased to be making your acquaintance now even though the circumstances seem perhaps somewhat less than favourable? He made it a question, but it didnt really require an answer. Sebastian often made statements into unnecessary questions. Some would say it was a quirk, others would say it was annoying. As for definitions, though, he continued after a moments silence. By my definition of okay, I am not certain you are. You seem to be upset. The wolf cocked his head to one side. The twitch of his nose betrayed his next comment. Fearful, even. But I think it is your definition of okay that really counts. His silvery eyes settled more heavily on the fox-wolf. If its not so bold, perhaps I might invite myself in. Whether you are or arent okay, you do look like you need some company. And not of the paying kind.
Thread: A stripper's sorrow. (Sixth x Hummingbird-in-a-Box)

It's nice to meet you too, sir. I don't think I've seen you before either. You must not have requested too many of the house private lap dances. I would remember you. Duncan nodded as if this was business as usual, the only remaining evidence of his crying earlier was the little bit of redness in and around his eyes. You can come in... If you stand by the door much longer, the guards will assume you're an intruder... You really aren't suppose to be in here, but this is my private space... They even told me I could live in here if I wanted, which really is growing more and more appealing... He shook his head as if to clear it before settling onto the couch, picking up the playing with the fur on his tail again. Aren't you technically a customer? You must be a VIP member to have been allowed back here because you don't work here. I would know. I know the faces, addresses, phone numbers, criminal backgrounds, and names of every single person who works here. The little wolf-fox seemed anxious once more, as if considering if he might have missed someone. The extent of care he showed about how meticulously he had gathered the information on the others showed just how nervous the boy really was with strange people. Oh no... That made me sound like a stalker didn't it? I promise I'm not some creepy guy that follows people around... I have a good reason for that... I can't, or rather won't tell you what it is though... He was beginning to panic ever so slightly, his large ears creeping down towards his head once more.
Thread: A stripper's sorrow. (Sixth x Hummingbird-in-a-Box)

The wolfs smile warmed in spite of the others nervous chatter, and he pushed away from the door frame to step inside. He made sure to leave the door ajar once more to prevent the foxling from feeling trapped. Relax, Duncan. Sebastian said after the other had lapsed into silence once more. Technically, yes, I am a customer. Though Ive earned something of a, shall we say VIP status? He shrugged indifferently. Money talks, status is irrelevant. If I have to pay a little extra to secure the seat I like, not to mention avoid using the urinals fouled by the general populous, Im not above doing so. Sebastian lightly folded his arms, sauntering aimlessly about the small room. It was when I was leaving the restroom that I heard you. I was not seeking to roam out of bounds, as it were. Ive never requested a private dance, however. I understand many of the VIPs do this, but I suppose I am still a virgin in that department. He grinned at the youngling, trying to set him at ease by poking fun at himself. May I sit? He gestured casually to the empty end of the sofa.
Thread: A stripper's sorrow. (Sixth x Hummingbird-in-a-Box)

Public potties are yucky. He agreed with a nod of his head. I usually do most of the VIP lap dances. You guys are safer, and your profiles all include pictures, so I can make sure you're safe before I pick you. The boss is sort of weird. One minute he's scolding me for being so popular and the next he's giving me presents. Like this fluffy couch. The little halfling tended to take things literally, and be a bit overly honest at times. It was just one of his many quirks, like the fidgeting, and the nervous rambling. The blue eyed boy didn't even notice the door, more interested in following his visitor with his eyes. The man really interested him, he wasn't sure why, however he hadn't felt threatened once he had gotten comfortable around the man. Please sit! This couch is really fluffy and is good for naps and cuddling with pillows! I really like it, and it even makes a good bed! He exclaimed, evidently proud of his couch. He rather liked the one piece of furniture, not at all minding that it had been a present and not something he had chosen. If you get cold, I don't mind sharing my fluffy blanket either! The little creature happily beamed up at the wolf from his couch, still fidgeting with the fur on his tail. He was always full of nervous energy it seemed like, always moving, always doing something. Even in his sleep he was never really still. It bugged some of the people he worked with, because they associated it with fear, and liked to think the foxling was constantly in a state of panic and fear.
Thread: A stripper's sorrow. (Sixth x Hummingbird-in-a-Box)

Sebastian lowered himself onto the sofa, carefully crossing one leg over the other. He tucked his tail neatly to one side of him. For as smooth and almost sleek as the rest of his fur was, his tail was thick and bushy. He tended to pay it little notice until it came into his view, and he made a point of slicking it down between himself and the arm of the couch as best he was able. Its very comfortable, he replied honestly, settling himself into the seat. Do you get many gifts from your boss? It seems rather unusual that he would scold you for being so popular. He couldnt help but smile at the youngsters eagerness the way much of his body was tucked up under him as he toyed with the bushel of his tail. Even though they were sitting in a strip club discussing Duncans employment by the facility, Sebastian couldnt quite ignore the fact that the occupation seemed entirely wrong for the younglings nature. Then again, technically it was only the appeal of his body that mattered. Duncans sunny personality, Sebastian suddenly felt dirty for patronising the place at all. Do you sleep here often? he asked gently. Dont you get lonely?