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Thread: The World of Monster School Girls (Reika & I)

Re The World of Monster School Girls Atzura I Cyrus still wasn't feeling quite right after taking the soccer ball to the face, but he could see that the students were getting antsy about Kei losing to him in this one time matchup. It must have been a humiliating experience for her, something he could relate to. He could remember instances where he was unable to excel in the sports that he dabbled in during his youth and he remembered being mocked about it as well. Just as it seemed that no one was going to come to her defense, the young man's voice boomed out, letting everyone know his intentions. I SAID I QUIT, ALRIGHT! At that moment, the student's attention turned to him as he slowly made it to his feet. He spoke once more, his voice a bit more calm, yet it showed his frustration at the students actions towards the girl. I'm not even good at soccer, alright. Hell, i've never even been a goalie before. I just imitated one of the professionals I saw on TV. How the hell are you even supposed to concider punching a ball a competent move anyways? I mean, look at my face! Cyrus pointed right at his grill where the redness was just now starting to dim to a light shade of pink. He began to calm down a little more and let out a soft sigh before continuing. If it's this lady's decision to not let me play, then so be it. Besides, I think I need to go to the nurses office anyway. I think she broke my nose... And with that little rant out of the way, Cyrus turned and began to walk away from the field. He was immidetley joined by Inoki who seemed impressed with his actions just now. Holy shit man! That was intense! I've never seen anyone stand up to Kei like that before. Normally, everyone tries to stay away from her. Only the stupid ones seem to wanna go after her and, well, you've seen the results.
Thread: Rabbit Hole

I am trying to figure out if it just my computer or if others are having problems accessing profiles on Rabbit Hole. I haven't been able to connect to any profile there since yesterday.
Thread: Rabbit Hole

I had this same difficulty, some sort of SQL database error. Seems to have cleared up.
Thread: In Your Darkest Hour (Seven x Pocket)

Dan had only just managed to settle himself down onto the couch, to calm his nerves enough to stop the endless pacing lest he wear a hole through the sitting room carpet - but he couldn't seem to get comfortable. He settled with leaning his chin onto his fist and flipping through television channels only to find that nothing could truly calm him - even the discovery channel couldn't supply a decent distraction, despite the fact it was presently airing a show on the moon landing. He had been twenty-five when Apollo 11 had landed on the moon in 1969 - everyone he knew had witnessed the original broadcast of it at 1039 p.m. He had watched a re-run of it on the news because he had been out that night, breaking the jaw of a bank robber. Of course, Manhattan had witnessed it first hand. He had been on the damn moon with them. The sound of gentle rapping shook Dan out of his reverie, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin suddenly on his feet, he stared at the front door, expression briefly anguished as he struggled between the maddening urge to run in the other direction, and the absolute need to be polite and answer the damn door. No running, Dreiberg. You've faced terrorists, crazed gunmen and neo-nazis. Dan took hold of the doorknob and very gradually turned it, opening the door half an inch, enough for him to peer out with one enormous eye, magnified by the thick lens of his oversized glasses. Yeah, but neo-nazis didn't ever have legs like that. A woman stared back thin and brunette, she seemed almost like she was glittering from the low blue lighting emanating from his house, but he told himself his eyes were just going funny. I - uh, Dan said, pointlessly, and then looked at the floor for a long moment, embarrassed, before he stepped back and opened the door entirely with a helpless, Come in?
Thread: In Your Darkest Hour (Seven x Pocket)

Dan had never been good with women in grade school he had been gawky, the kid with the glasses and the acne and the good grades, but genetics had given him the good fortune of being too tall to stuff into a locker and persistence had given him the kind of cardio that got him away from potential bullies with minimal effort. But girls had always been interested in the jocks that was just the way it went. Senior prom had him shyly asking out a girl from the chess club, a night that ended with an awkward front door kiss and nothing else. His freshman year was when Dan first started hitting the gym - it was also the year when girls started noticing him. At first he had figured there was something on his face they were staring at, and when he looked back, they often continued to stare it hadn't made much sense to him at the time - he had been used to being a nobody. His first had been that same year a girl he had a sticky tryst with in her dorm room, something indelicate and too quick, but enough to show Dan what he had been avoiding - he kept shyly avoiding it anyways. Something about women did that to him - - and this one was no different. She was small and pretty and smelled good, the way all women seemed to it was the sort of smell that made him want to lean in and discover where it was coming from. Her hair? Was there perfume on her neck? Dan's eyes dropped to the pale edge of a collarbone that peeked out from beneath her jacket and instantly averted his eyes as though he had been doing something terrible, Destiny, he repeated of course that was her name. She stepped closer, her fingers brushed his neck Dan immediately flushed and gave a small, nervous smile - he stepped back he offered out a hand - for a handshake. Daniel. I mean - Dan. Smooth. He did his best to recover, Can I take your coat for you?
Thread: In Your Darkest Hour (Seven x Pocket)

The outstretched hand puzzled her. Formality? Nerves? Perhaps a bit of both. It was not unusual to be nervous when receiving an individual such as herself. Nerves were part of the thrill. It added to the adrenaline rush that some of the Johns craved so desperately. This guy thoughHe didnt strike her as the sort thirsty for an adrenaline kick. The handshake was new though. Nevertheless, she moved her soft gloved hand against his. Her hand significantly smaller in both height and width, so to make up for it, she clasped her other hand warmly on the other side of his. Intertwining their fingers briefly as she made the hesitant hand shake far more intimate than it was intended. Trapping his hand for a moment between her delicate fingers as he spoke his name, her fingertips outstretched to stroke along his wrist. Dan. She repeated, coordinating her nod with a gentle pressure made by her hands. Her fingertips stroked over his knuckles before releasing , turning around gracefully upon that thin black heel, so that her back would face him. One by one, she unfastened the round black buttons of her coat, before sliding the thick material off of her slender shoulders which became quite apparent quite quickly, were hardly covered so well beneath such a conservative piece of outerwear. Had he gripped the shoulders of her coat in just the right manner, he would have brushed against her skin She stepped forward, shedding the coat like a wolf shedding its sheep skin to reveal something far more menacing to the innocent lamb standing by. No claws or shaggy coat, no watering jowls and sharp teethBut black lace and garters, and very long legs.. Turning her head to glance over her shoulder towards him, she smiled somewhat, running her hands up her arms and onto her shoulders, giving a playful shiver. So chilly in here
Thread: In Your Darkest Hour (Seven x Pocket)

It occurred to Dan that he had probably gone for far too long without human contact because the slight brush of Destiny's fingertips against his calloused knuckles was cause for a small shudder to run through him, though he did his very best to cover it up. You need to get out more often, Danny-boy. His hand lingered for a moment after Destiny released it and it took a moment for Dan to realize he had left it hanging there before he curled his fingers in and withdrew it entirely he watched as she turned away, unbuttoning her jacket, Can I - get you something to drink? Dan asked, It's not very nice out - something to warm you? Maybe a cup of tea? Coffee? A can of beans and an opener? What the hell? Dan was sure his brain fell out somewhere along the way because as Destiny slipped off her jacket and he moved to take it for her, he ended up frozen in place and missing the coat entirely it slipped past his outstretched fingertips and pooled onto the floor. Instead of doing anything remotely useful, Dan gaped in front of him, Destiny was scantily clad in lace and frilly things and the retired hero felt his entire face go hot - his ears felt like they were on fire. He closed his jaw with an audible 'click' and swallowed hard, Oh. Dan said meekly and then fumbled to pick up the jacket, only to find his hands weren't being entirely obedient, his fingers suddenly clumsy he dropped his eyes to the ground, a difficult task with her stocking-clad legs so close to him, Um. Sorry. It's - yeah it's a little cold in here. I sometimes forget. Would you - would you like a sweater?
Thread: In Your Darkest Hour (Seven x Pocket)

Laughing at the Johns was not advisable by any means, but Destiny could not help herself but to giggle as the man completely lost his grip upon her coat. His eyes as wide as an owls gawking, despite himself, from beneath those thick lenses. It was a wonder she had not seen his heart leaping into his throat! Or, perhaps that was what he was attempting to swallow back down.. Was his blood rushing yet? After observing him for a moment fumbling about with the jacket that seemed to be as allusive to grasp onto as smoke, Destiny turned and stepped towards him. One leg outstretched elegantly before her, so that as she bent forward, the muscles of those shapely stems became all the more noticeable. As did the swell of her cleavage promptly placed no more than a few inches away from the already thoroughly embarrassed mans face. If his blood wasnt boiling yetThat should move it along nicely. A cup of tea would be nice. She said softly, placing her hands on the jackets shoulders, picking it up as she regained her posture. But A mischievous quirk of her brow, a coy and playful pout upon her lips that women in herfield, mastered quite easily, without coming off as desperate and rehearsed. Instead, the intent was to lure the John out of his initial defensesEase him into allowing that carnal urge which bid him summon her forth, and permitting it to take control..If only for the night, if only just for her. I think you could keep me much warmer than a sweater..
Thread: In Your Darkest Hour (Seven x Pocket)

Dan's expression was akin to a deer in headlights as he froze mid-reach for the jacket, eyes wide when Destiny shifted a lean leg forward, her thigh exposed unable to help himself, his eyes instantly followed the line of her leg up to that beautiful dip of muscle where the thigh connected to the hip, up to the thin and ornate lace panties that were barely covering a body that already didn't need any adornment. And if his face wasn't red enough, he was promptly given a very generous view of milky skin and gentle curves when she bent forward, her breasts within inches of his nose. Dan jerked back into a fully standing position, goggle-eyed as she picked up her jacket, a simple motion that he was sure shouldn't be doing such ridiculously pornographic things to his brain. Only a cave man would call up an escort, he reminded himself. I am such a knuckle-dragger He carefully took the jacket from her and half-stumbled to hang it up, barely daring to look back at her as he put it on a hanger and into the closet - though he certainly heard her. I - I'll get you that cup of tea. Dan managed to get out, nearly sprinting for the kitchen, pausing mid-way to search for something he should say, Please - make yourself comfortable. There's - I mean, the sitting room is warmer.
Thread: In Your Darkest Hour (Seven x Pocket)

Despite the bashful expression upon his face being quite flattering, Destiny was uncertain of whether or not this man wanted anything to do with her at all. She half expected him to hide himself away in the closet alongside of her coat! He had been the one to call the serviceright? Practical jokes had been played on unsuspecting friends of Johns back when the company first startedLeading to fuming wives and one of the girls getting a broken nose from a frying pan to the face. The company only permitted a girl be sent, and charged, to the John making the phone call.. He had to have been the one to callAnd yet he tiptoed around her as if she was some dangerous wildcat loose in his home. One that would pounce upon him and rip him to shreds at the slightest offense!.Did he want that? Was he being timid because he wanted to be controlled? No Destiny had seen many closet masochists and this man, with his owlish eyes and two left feet as he seemed to stumble over himself, did not seem like the sort wanting to break out the whips and chainsBut there was a sense oflacking, in the air. Something Destiny could not quite describe as she made her way into the sitting room, sitting down upon the leather couch, barely making an indentation, though she observed that the cushion upon the left side of the couch was very comfortably worn in compared to the rest...Everything piled upon the coffee table seemed to be organized in reaching distance from that spot. A smile curved upon her face. Placing her hands upon her lap after combing several fingers through her hair, knees bent inward to touch one another, Destiny glanced to a book with several pieces of paper sticking out laid upon the table. National Avian Society Field Guide Birds of Eastern Europe . The title was printed across a picture of a large Eurasian Eagle Owl, of which Destiny recognized from the forests of her village. Her smile brightened, moving her fingertips between the pages of the large book so as not to disturb the carefully placed torn bits of paper lodged near the spine.
Thread: In Your Darkest Hour (Seven x Pocket)

Dan tried to still the strange shaking in his hands as he waited for the water to boil, staring intently at the stove as though he might will it to go slower - because, because - - well because he wasn't sure he wanted to go back out there. She was soft and pale and she smelled good and she was so, so - pretty . Too pretty, even. Dan had stared down the barrel of a gun without so much as a trembling lip, but beautiful women scared the shit out of him, and this one was no exception to the rule. The kettle began to whistle and Dan damned it before pouring out two steaming mugs of tea he stepped out of the kitchen hesitantly and peered around the doorway, magnified eyes looking at the woman who was currently perched on his couch - completely silent, he observed as she flipped curiously through the book. She wasn't just poking around - she looked genuinely interested, a fact that nearly startled Dan. He realized then that his fingers were in agony as some of the boiling hot tea had managed to spill onto his hand, Ngk! Dan said, and hurriedly put the tea down onto the table, standing upright and shaking out his hand with a soft hiss, Haaah. He briefly sucked on the burnt skin and gave it another shake before asking, as casually as possible, You're Russian?
Thread: In Your Darkest Hour (Seven x Pocket)

Curiously peeking between pages, being mindful not to disturb anything, absentmindedly subsided as she drew the heavy book onto her lap. Her fingertips curled slightly around the torn pieces of notebook paper to keep them in place as she looked more at the pictures than the actual words. Language was far more than words, written or spokenThe photographs of each species of wild bird captured their essence just as well, if not better than the words that described them in the paragraphs below.. The twisted beaked vultures drawing strings of ligaments and meat from half frozen corpses buried deep in the snowPlump wrens curled up with their chicks in a nest made of twigs and stolen ribbonsThe Loons mating.. Ngk! Destinys eyes shot up, shutting the book immediately and placing it back on the table with a panicked start, as if she had been reading his journal or some other lewd personal confessional. Johns typically didnt enjoy having their items snooped over- understandably so. As he approached the table, placing down the apparently lava filled tea cups, Destiny stood up and produced, of all things, a kerchief from, of all places, between her breasts. A dainty almost doily embroidered looking cloth, with white lace and the initials MAI stitched in English lettering with purple thread upon the lower corner. Are you ok? She frowned, stepping close to him as she moved to wipe the kerchief against the drops of tea still upon his hand and cuff of his sleeve. As he sucked upon his finger, hissing slightly, she couldnt help but to giggle again. It was not funny to burn oneself by any means, but his mannerisms wererefreshing. Sitting again, closer this time to that indentation on the opposite end of the couch, Destiny wiped at the dripping tea cups, smiling still as he asked a question typically posed for an icebreaker. Not many people guess right on their first try. They are thinking I am German or PolishEven French! She giggled, wrinkling her nose up slightly as she shook her head. Her eyes wandered back up towards him, setting the kerchief down on the table beside the book before patting the cushion beside her. Please, sit. I am not going to bite...Unless you ask of course
Thread: In Your Darkest Hour (Seven x Pocket)

Dan froze with his fingers halfway to his mouth, watching as Destiny retrieved a kerchief from a spot that, all things considered, was incredibly convenient. Also distracting. He stared as she stood and approached him, gentle hands blotting away the droplets of tea that lingered on his skin, leaving the retired superhero feeling a little like a clumsy kid. I must look like an idiot. He was used to it by now - despite being of above average intelligence, Dan had been a member of the watchmen and had thus been exposed to both Adrien Veidt and Dr. Manhattan on a daily basis. It was enough to make anyone feel like an idiot. But feeling stupid in front of women was a completely different thing this made Dan feel bashful, a feeling he wasn't particularly fond of - he barely kept himself from scuffing his slipper against the ground like an embarrassed child would do or giggling about the fact he could see cleavage. I'm so immature. Christ. That's probably because most of the people around here aren't exposed to other cultures, except for what they see on the television. Dan said, jerking his head towards the screen for emphasis he looked back and found her curled up on the couch, patting what was clearly a well-used spot on the couch. Dan swallowed down his nervousness and edged his way over, settling into the spot with a nervous laugh, So then, Dan said conversationally, Your name isn't really Destiny.
Thread: In Your Darkest Hour (Seven x Pocket)

As he sat down, she scooted just a little bit closer to him. Nothing drastic, as she didnt wish to make him more uncomfortable than he already seemed to be, but just close enough so that her left thigh was pressing lightly against his right. She inclined her head slightly as she watched him, her long hair veiling over her shoulder, brushing against his arm slightly as she smiled watching as his eyes darted back and forth beneath those thick lenses, trying to settle somewhere, anywhere but on her. And then he mentioned her name, and she reclined slightly. Her hands settling upon her lap as she smiled, forcing a soft laugh as she looked away, towards the Bird book on the coffee table. The light from the muted television flickering upon her face, casting shadows across them both before flooding them with temporary light, repeating itself as the pictures changed on screen. No, it is not She smiled, a twinge of momentary melancholy to her voice, before she turned her head back towards him. Not one of the Johns before him had ever questioned about her nameMostly because they didnt care, or had thought that her accent was put on to sound more exotic. To think she actually struggled with their language and wasnt from their country was not really a concern considering for the service they paid for As long as she had the parts, clean parts, her name could be anything and they wouldnt seem to care. Maybe if she had a boys name there would be more of a reaction, but as far as Destiny was concerned, it sounded like a name good enough to f---- Youreally want to know my name? She asked, her brows furrowed in disbelief, but a soft smile still parting her glossy lips. His interest, whether forced or not, was most unexpected and yet incredibly.charming. Or pehraps she was just too dazzled by the fact he had actually noticed her name, or bothered to ask where she was from, that if he was feigning sincerity...that she didn't seem to care.
Thread: In Your Darkest Hour (Seven x Pocket)

Superheroes were not average citizens, this was a fact any one person who donned a cape or a mask to save lives could never be considered common - but as far as Dan was concerned, amongst heroes, he fell directly on the line of mediocrity, it was a complex that came from years of working alongside the likes of the smartest man in the world and, well, Superman. However, Dan had settled himself with the idea long ago - he was of above average intelligence, but Veidt would always be more brilliant his strength was impressive, but Manhattan's was immeasurable he was determined, but Rorschach would always be more dogged. This was all fine, because Dan Dreiberg was humble enough to accept it, but he was also capable of acknowledging that he had provided a service that few other heroes could - he was the mediator, the leftist amongst right-wing extremists. As socially awkward as he was, Dan was perceptive. And he was perceptive enough then to see that there was much, much more to the woman who was sitting beside him, and yet again he hated himself for - ordering her. Like take out. I want to know your name. Dan replied sincerely, his fingers entwined with eachother, a nervous attempt to keep them occupied, suddenly unclear on what he should do with them.
Thread: In Your Darkest Hour (Seven x Pocket)

As he affirmed her question, her purpose for being there seemed to traipse fleetingly from her mind. It was almost like they were having a conversationan actual conversation that neither party feigned interest in for the sake of awkward small talk before business was taken care of For a moment she seemed to forget, or at least ignore, the fact that he was a John and she was a call girl. For a moment she forced herself to believe that she had a life outside of the Dream. My name is Magdalena, That radiant smile widening upon her painted lips as she picked up a notepad and pen from the coffee table, writing neatly in the margins of the page Magdalena Ivanov in elegant cursive loops. The first letter of both her first and last name slightly larger than the rest, and the first stem of the M had been looped into a small heart that she colored in with black ink as she looked up to him. Magdalena Ivanov, with v not f she giggled slightly, tilting the paper towards him. Many people say Eefahnoff she pursed her lips slightly, to emphasize the ffs I suppose they are not use to such spellingsRussian is harsh sounding language to some Twirling the pen between her lean fingertips, she placed the notepad on his lap, slipping the pen between his clasped fingers before gesturing to the page. How do you write your name?