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Thread: Their Journey Through the Path (Fancy_Brat and I)

Minagi grumbled softly as she headed outside of her home. All around her, people were running around buying food and other things they needed. It was always busy around here since it was one of the only areas with such a wide variety of food. However, because of this, they were the targets of bandits, but this town was able to fight back all thanks to her father. Her father worked in a small armory, making some of the best kinds of weapons, which would help them against attacks. since she was his daughter, she was expected to help him with things, and even take over when he died. She clearly wasn't fond of that idea, and just wanted to get outside more. She sighed softly as she walked outside. She was taking her little break from an order for a long sword. Her arms were killing her, but from her hard work all these years, she had some rather toned arms. for now, she was wearing a tight white shirt with a pair of loose brown shorts. In her spare time, she would go out for food, sometimes getting it free. However, she was rather good with some weapons herself. She was very skilled with a bow that he made, and she knew how to use some of those blades she and her father made.
Thread: Their Journey Through the Path (Fancy_Brat and I)

Being just sixteen, Dairiku still didn't know much about the world outside of his, other than the off-chance when he ran into a pair of bandits. He was lucky that time they had gotten angry at each other and had a fight to the death. So, obviously, the boy was able to escape, but not without the sacrifice of his royal clothes. His light blue hair bobbed along the way as he ran towards the town, huffing lightly as his stomach lightly growled. He entered the town limits, not watching his footing as he was looking for a place to stay for the night. His watchful eyes hadn't noticed the girl that had walked out of her house, and would possibly run into her and cause a hurtful collision.
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The 18-year old girl had started to take u her bow again, going into the back where she was always practicing her accuracy. Ahead on the wall were a few targets with plenty of holes in them. There were also shattered plates on the ground, which she would toss and then shoot at. For the most part, she could be quite a warrior, if she wasn't forced to stay here all the time. She shot a few arrows, nailing a couple bulls-eyes for her. She was about to shoot off another before she felt something suddenly run into her side, throwing off her aim and making her shoot the arrow straight up. She landed on the ground, groaning slightly as she hit the ground. Hey! Mind watching where you're going?! she snapped, clearly annoyed. Not long after, the arrow had come down a couple meters from them.
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Dairiku hit the ground with a hard thud, grunting as he sat up with effort. Ow... he muttered, glancing at the girl and blushing out of embarrassment. I-I'm sorry, ma'am. he muttered, looking down as he stood up and brushed off his clothes. Closing his eyes for a moment, he looked at the girl and reached out his hand towards her to help her up.
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Young boys these days were always up and about being rowdy. She hadn't seen him around here before, and she was surprised that someone as young as him was traveling alone. She dusted herself a few times, looking as he offered his hand. Not looking to be impolite, she took it, pulling herself up. She looked down to him, seeing that he was a few inches shorter than her. Just be careful next time all right? she muttered, still with a slight hint of agitation. What are you in such a rush for anyway?
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Dairiku smiled for a moment until he noticed that he was shorter than her, in which he let out a small noise of surprise. Thinking quickly, he replied, I just arrived. I was looking for a place to stay for the night. Y'see, I'm kind of on a... journey. he said, biting his bottom lip gently.
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I'll say you did. You're not a familiar face around here. Everyone here knows everyone else. She had a strange look on her face at his reaction to seeing her taller. Well, there are a couple inns here, though I must admit that they aren't exactly the best places to stay. She looked back down to him, a little grin on her face. A journey? Someone like you? I don't know if you're exactly to journey-type.
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Dairiku cocked his head in confusion, What do you mean? he asked, obviously not smart about the way things work in this kind of place. Once she questioned him about his journey, he looked down shyly and twiddled his fingers. Um... it's hard to explain. I'm not exactly from around here and in the general area... he muttered nervously. I'm a...
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Minagi grumbled a bit at how clueless he was. For a moment she pondered if she should try and explain it, but decided against it. Huh? What's so hard to explain about heading out somewhere huh? And I already know you're not from around here. I mean, your get-up is rather odd.
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Dairiku looked up at her, raising an eyebrow, Get-up? he inquired, then glanced at his clothes, Oh. Well... never mind what I am. What your name? he asked before quickly adding, Oh, I'm Dairiku.
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Minagi was about to snap back at him, something about how it was common courtesy to give your name first before asking for others'. He had managed to correct himself though. My name is Minagi, though I like Mina better. My father is the blacksmith in this town, and that means I have to help him out with stuff. I will admit that he can make some rather top-notch weaponry, but I don't think you're interested in that kind of stuff.
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Once she said the word 'blacksmith', Dairiku moving his right hip slightly as something vibrated. Well, actually... he began, then moved his red shirt to reveal a black hilt with a several small encrusted jewels. Slipping it out of his pant space, the dagger turned out to be perfect silver, which was something that was rare to come by these days.
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Minagi raised er eyebrow slightly as he moved a bit, not exactly sure of what he was going to show her. Then again, young men were always looking to be off on their own in some crazy adventure. Of course someone like him would be interested in that kind of thing. Her eyes widened slightly as he pulled out the dagger. When it came to weaponry, daggers weren't the best choice if you were alone, but it was the quality of it that caught her eye. Hmm? How in the world did you manage to get your hands on this huh? From what I know, silver's been restricted to certain people, mainly royalty though. Even as she said that, she didn't think he would come from a royal family. He didn't look the part, and she found it odd that a royal youth would be about on his own anyway.
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Um, that doesn't really matter where I got it, right? Dairiku asked, slapping himself mentally for showing her the dagger. Anyway... do you know of a place that I could stay for the night? he inquired, trying to get her mind of the weapon as he sheathed it back into the side of his pants. He needed to keep it a secret that he came from a very wealthy and royal family, so no one got any ideas that would seem... distasteful.
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Huh? That's a rather strange reaction for having something so valuable. But my eyes don't lie. that's quite a thing you've got there. However, if you're really out on some journey, that's not the most helpful thing to have around if you find yourself in a pinch. She figured she wouldn't think about that for now. Well, I don't know if my father would say anything about having someone else over for the night. Then again, I have nothing against it, mainly because your weapon intrigues me.
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Dairiku eyes brows perked up with a wide smile. If it's any problem, I could pay you. he said, patting the bag on his right hip, opposite of the dagger. Well, it's helped me. he replied with a small smile as he glanced around.
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Minagi waved her hand a bit to deny the offer. As much as I would like it, I'd rather take your money only if you were buying something. either way, I don't think it'll be a problem. I'm sure he won't mind too much. I can make arrangements. she said. He may look a bit scary, but he's a pretty nice person.
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Dairiku nodded and shrugged. Perhaps her father would accept his payment. With another glance, he waited for her to lead the way. Thank you, Mina. Sincerely. he said as they began to walk, ignoring some of the curious looks people were giving him.
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Yeah, I'll go ask him now. she said, quickly heading off to the house. He could see that her house was right next to the little shack they made weapons in. She was in there for a few minutes, leaving Dairiku outside on his own for a while. She came out to him, a little grin on her face. Well, he said it was fine. He's rather interested in your dagger as well. He also mentioned that you had a rather odd name. she said with a little chuckle.
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Dairiku cocked his head, Odd name? What does he mean, 'odd'? he asked, placing a hand on his hip with a slightly scowl.
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Minagi chuckled softly at his reaction. Well, you don't have to think so much about it. I'm sure he's just joking around. It is a rather unique name though. She let out a little sigh, looking around. Well, it's not really that late right now. Unless you're planning to sleep now, you might as well look around. You'll probably find something here to buy. We get tons of travelers coming here for food and weapons.
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Dairiku nodded suspiciously, though he would ask her father about it later though. Looking around, he looked down at his clothes and suddenly felt out of place. I need new clothes. he said embarrassingly, a nervous smile coming onto his lips. Do you have a place I could go see?
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New clothes huh? Well, luckily we have a couple places for you to go. They have a few things that'll have you looking good in no time. She started to lead him through the village, passing some people that were indeed looking at them rather strange. She stopped in front of a small shop, turning to face him. well, it's not exactly the biggest selection, but maybe you'll find something here.
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Sighing, Dairiku looked at the shop. It wasn't like it was back home this shop was much smaller and less exquisite than what he was used to. It was going to take some getting used to. All right. Mind helping me? he asked, walking inside and moving his fingers slowly and carefully.
Thread: Pony is so emo....*fail*

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Re Pony is a thread killer Well than your just like me, every time I post the thread die.... I have even killed entire boards.
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Re Pony is a thread killer Self-depreciating topic ftw. What do you want from this IT'S OKAY BBY, IT'S OKAY or, for people to insult you? I never did understand why people made these NO ONE LIKES ME or I KILL THREADS TT topics. If you kill threads, than why announce it to everyone?
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Re Pony is a thread killer Oh knoes! I likes the Pony D is now a sad panda And... goatse... I'm fairly certain she's joking.
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Re Pony is a thread killer I think this is a cry for help. Pony must be put down for the good of the forum.
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Re Pony is a thread killer vampire seduction said Oh knoes! I likes the Pony D is now a sad panda And... goatse... I'm fairly certain she's joking. Click to expand... Perhaps it's harder to find it being a joke, since there are many members on this site who take their whining seriously. Either way, what's the point? There's no lulz to be found in EVERYTHING I LOVE DIES A
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Re Pony is a thread killer NO goatse just staing how i feel i dont need sympathy, or anything of the sort. Just bored and being silly. Lol yes pony needs to be put down Everything i love doesnt die Goaste. I have quite the green thumb and a dog that is a fat and happy boy.....he is sorta lazy.
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Re Pony is a thread killer Some of these people try to be mean just for the same of being mean. it's rather silly.
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Re Pony is a thread killer MyApocalypsePony said NO goatse just staing how i feel i dont need sympathy, or anything of the sort. Just bored and being silly. Lol yes pony needs to be put down Everything i love doesnt die Goaste. I have quite the green thumb and a dog that is a fat and happy boy.....he is sorta lazy. Click to expand... I was saying that it's similar to everything I love dies, I didn't literally mean that. I just questioned what was the purpose, and where was the silliness supposed to come in. Apparently it isn't. -shrugs-
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Re Pony is a thread killer I know you where whernt being serious.....I am not very good with being silly.
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Re Pony is a thread killer lol, i was being emo okay, we are all alowed our moments.
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-stabbities the thread.-
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If you were really being emo, you would have slit your wrists and died already. Just saying, there's a razor in your bathroom. Go for it emo kid. lol
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Now now, Zombiie. Let's not condone suicide. If you want someone dead badly enough, do it your fucking self. roll
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Well fuck there goes my attempt at killing a thread.
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LET THE THREAD DIE......I am sorry for being stupid. I'm done
Thread: Nine Days of Sanquine Seduction (Private One on One)

Setting The victorian sea port of St. Ulthar a fictional town, in the heart of the city's red light district. Specifically a private brothel known as The house of discrete delights, - a place where a more discerning client could have their darker fantasies played out for them by any number of willing prostitues. Characters The story centers around Sabriel her working name, a young prostitute that is about to have a brush with a darkness that will take her on a nine day journey of black desires. But what lies in store for her after those nine days?
Thread: Nine Days of Sanquine Seduction (Private One on One)

Wednesday 23rd October 1872 Time of day Evening Location The house of descrete delights, Juliana's office. Juliana reclined back in her chair, eyes shut and a wide smile on her face. She was mentally re-counting the money she had held in her hand only moments ago and which was now safely stashed away in the safe behind her favourite picture, a scene of naked wood nymphs dancing around a cloven hoofed satyr. She ran a dark brown hand over her thick black hair and chuckled to herself. This new client had paid well. He seemed quite a gentleman of taste and although he was not at liberty to discuss the nature of his particular - uh - vice, Juliana was sure that he would treat her most favoured working girl with the utmost care and respect. She trusted this stranger and she didn't know why. Maybe it was his eyes -a deep blue, no green, no black. Actually she couldn't remember what colour they were, only that she found herself lost in them. She had given word for Sabriel to come to her office as soon as she arrived for work. It was not usual for a prostitute to be sent to a client's house, but she wasn't going to turn down the huge amount of money that the gentleman mas paying and any man who treated a negro woman such as herself with the degree of respect that he had treated her was certainly a man to be trusted.
Thread: Nine Days of Sanquine Seduction (Private One on One)

Wednesday 23rd October 1872 I looked stunning tonight. Then again, I look stunning every night since my face is how I earn my bread. Well, that and how easily I spread my legs for the right man... Walking up the polished steps of Juliana's Jewel Chest, she nodded her head to the large gorilla of a man standing next to the door and waited patiently for him to open the door while removing the mink wrap from around her pale shoulders once she crossed the threashold and entered. Several men stood in the foyer puffing expensive cigars that they'd no doubt purchased from Ana who was still a bit young yet to become a real working woman, but had been plucked from the cold streets and given a chance to earn her keep until the day came that Juliana could make her a cash cow as well to join the small herd. Miss Juliana be wanting to see you.Ana spoke up as Sabriel arched a fine dark brow and nodded to let the girl know she'd been heard, flitting past admirers and jealous onlookers alike as women came down to greet their first customers of the night. I was told you wanted to see me?She asked, knocking on the woman's office door but once then entering as she squared her shoulders and waited to hear what it was the woman wanted from her now as she tried to figure out if she'd done something to upset the madam recently though nothing came to mind. Her dark hair had been done up in ringlets of ebon held in place by pins carved out of mother-of-pearl that seemed to make her flesh all the more pale like a rose petal that had been left too long on the snow. The dress that hugged her lithe form was emerald and black, bits of lace here and there to tempt men into thinking all sorts of indecent things. Indecent things that they paid good money to indulge in with her.
Thread: Nine Days of Sanquine Seduction (Private One on One)

Juliana smiled as Sabriel entered. You've just got lucky, Sab, she began, handing the beautiful woman a calling card. The card bore no name, just an address. We have a gentleman that would like the pleasure of your company tonight, and for eight nights after that. He has paid quite generously for your services, and has assured me that there will be some handsome tips for you as well. She stared at the woman. I see you are looking as beautiful as ever. That's good. This particular gentleman, who calls himself Mr Black, seems to have discerning taste. He asked for you by name.
Thread: Nine Days of Sanquine Seduction (Private One on One)

She'd been asked for by name? Curious and curious... Aah, well then, should I pack a bag or does he require me to be hasty and swift?She asked the madam, taking the card and reading the address over and over as though she could garner some sort of clue about this mysterious Mr. Black. To her knowledge, she'd never entertained a man by that name, but they all looked and sounded, even felt the same in the end Disappointing. What she yearned for deep down as she continued to whittle herself away bit by bit at this loveless job was to find one man, just one who could make her feel passion once more. Passion that she'd felt once upon a time in her old life before the fairytale came to an end and she realized that Prince Charming wasn't so very charming at all, nor was his castle made of clouds and dreams but bitter illusions and lies.
Thread: Nine Days of Sanquine Seduction (Private One on One)

I have arranged for a cab, Juliana responded. It should be outside within the hour. You have some small time to pack some belongings. Julia stood up and walked toward the door, opening it to signify the meeting was concluded. She turned back to her desk but suddenly siezed Sabriel's arm. Leaning in she whispered menacingly in her ear. Mind how you treat this fine gentleman, now. He could be a regular if he takes a liking to you. I'd be very upset if we lost him to another house of pleasure. Try to act as though you like him. It shouldn't be difficult. He's quite a bit more handsome than the usual rabble we get in here.
Thread: Nine Days of Sanquine Seduction (Private One on One)

I wanted to slap her face, but I knew that if I did..I'd be no better than some alleycat crying at someone's back door for my supper rather than the sought after prize that I was... Her eyes narrowed and face fell into a cool mask of displeasure as she listened to Juliana's words, finally yanking her arm free of the other's hold then cleared her throat while glancing at the petal-pale flesh that was now slightly red. Take care then not to bruise me, I'm sure our Mr. Black would not appreciate spending such a steep fee for damaged merchandise. You needn't worry about me, I know well how to behave unlike some of the other doxies you keep around here.Her face flushed with indignation as she turned the knob of the office door and slammed it behind her, enough to make the glass rattle as she marched up the stairs with the air of an empress to pack her suitcase. Only the finest of her gowns would do as she folded each carefully after concidering which would come with her and which would stay to be worn for some less deserving man who didn't have the money for what Mr. Black was about to recieve. When the last of her accessories was tucked away and the top closed, she stood out in the hall and summoned George, the brothel's errand boy to fetch her luggage while she walked downstairs and wrapped her shoulders once more then braved the cold while awaiting the carriage that would carry her off to this allegedly handsome stranger.
Thread: Nine Days of Sanquine Seduction (Private One on One)

It was a brief journey along a road that took the cab around the outskirts of the city. The road itself was long, winding, and pitted with potholes. The dense trees on either side of the road reduced visibility and the twinkling moonlight filtering through them gave a rather unreal feeling to the journey. Eventually the trees had given way to a path leading uphill to a large mansion situated on the side of a cliff and looking out to sea. The road to the mansion was in better condition, which gave blessed relief to cab, horses, and its single occupant. The cab came to rest outside a pair of wrought iron gates at the entrance to the grounds. As soon as Sabriel had alighted the cab swung round and headed back down the road. The gates were open, as if in anticipation of the young woman's presence. The building itself was impressive. It was a large grey stone mansion, built by someone obviously interested in gothic architecture. It had several floors with large circular windows. The main doors opened onto a large porch atop which perched two large stone gargoyles that regarded Sabriel with large, leering eyes. There was a plain black iron knocker and to one side the head of a wolf in black iron held a pull-chain in its mouth.