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New Eden 25

The Price of Professionalism (FLN826 & Silverfyre)

Pierce Publishing: One of the leading corporations in the field of publishing and periodical publication. Founded in 1976 by Michael Pierce, the family firm has turned from its humble roots as an editing service for publishing giants into one of the largest publication firms based in downtown Manhattan. The fierce competition in the failing economy and the electronic digital publishing rush has made the industry one of the toughest fields of breaking into; employee candidates are put through the most rigorous application and screening process the industry has ever seen to get into such a prestigious business. With so many brilliant minds and so few jobs, Pierce Publishing has been able to demand everything of a candidate and beyond what other companies would do. Money was the only measure of worth amongst Pierce Publishing. People were figures, cogs in the often bloodied machine of business, and they were valued by their assets to the company, not by their personal preferences, but merely how productive they were in a purely business sense. Few companies paid as much as Pierce Publishing and their employees, once "initiated', are afforded the best of the best. Nothing is forbidden, provided you act within the strict guidelines of company policy and its archaic power structure. With the passing of Michael Pierce and the elevation of his son, Bryce, to CEO, it's business as usual but with a dark twist. Bryce is a closet sadist; a tyrant that uses his status for his own ends. The application process has changed with the new CEO in charge. Candidates sign away their rights, waving all legal rights while they are under the interview process, yet it is not revealed until they choose to see the strings dangling over their heads and seek action against the crimes he commits against them. In essence, they become play things; objects to be made or broken at the CEO's whims. Can she be any different?~~Morning breaks on the glass and steel tower that holds the sprawling empire of Pierce Publishing. Men and women, dressed in the finest tailored suits, arrive for work, silently and without so much as a smile on their faces. The work is demanding, but the rewards are beyond equal and for her, it was her first chance to be a part of that world. But, at what price? Almost a hundred resumes were sent out almost a month ago and Lauren Bennett was starting to get nervous. She'd moved to the city in the hopes that her degree would get her a job starting out as a junior copywriter or something that would get her foot in the door. For a solid month she checked her mail, her email, her voice mail and nothing, not a single bite. At this rate, she'd be moving back to the dinky little town she came from in no time. Just as she was about to give up hope of finding the perfect job, she got a call from the human resources department at Pierce Publishing. Pierce Publishing, she couldn't believe it. They were one of, if not the best publishing house to be associated with. Unlike many of the other companies she'd sent resumes out to, they didn't specialize in one or two specific types of writing, they published a little bit of everything. Never had she thought she'd get a call from them. Her interview was for ten that morning and at seven she stood in front of her closet and just stared. She had nothing that she thought was suitable for such a prestigious company. None of the suits she'd bought looked quite right even though she'd maxed all of her credit cards on getting them. Finally, she settled on a navy blue suit and pulled her dark hair back with a jeweled clip at the base of her neck. As she got out of her car, she made sure she had another copy of her resume, which was rather light since the ink on her degree was still wet and gave herself a mental pep talk. She not only wanted this job, she 'needed' this job, and it would be the start of something huge for her career if she were hired. She took a seat in the reception area while she waited to be called in after she spoke with the receptionist which gave her a few extra minutes to calm her nerves. The morning always brought with it a couple of fresh-faced applicants looking to secure jobs at his company. Bryce Pierce, the CEO of Pierce Publishing, loved his early morning work for this reason alone. Standing in his office, looking out the large bay front windows that gave him a wonderful view of the lobby and its occupants, his dark eyes glanced from face to face, judging each one appropriately. The secretary outside his office buzzed him and let him know that a young woman named Lauren Bennett was his first interview of the day. He didn't bother replying. He had already picked out this Ms. Bennett out of the crowd and chosen her. She would do perfectly. He watched as the young woman, the interviewee, climbed the steel staircase that led into his office, heels clicking on the cold metal. He grinned approvingly, taking in her appealing body and the soft breasts that lay beneath her carefully chosen navy business suit. Furthermore, he straightened his dark suit and tie, taking his place behind the massive oak desk that dominated his office. His face was creased in thought as he studied the young woman as she walked towards his office doors. His eyes took in every minute detail of her and his gaze lingered, the slightest hint of a predatory stare evident. He picked up the small portfolio with Lauren's submitted resume and began looking through it. He waved a hand towards the chair that was in front of his desk, his eyes never leaving the paper in front of him. The room was hazy with cigarette smoke and smelled faintly of cloves and vanilla. The black rolled cigarette sat forgotten in an ashtray on his desk. Red and black were the superior colors throughout the office, chased with gun metal blues and chrome. A computer terminal blazed its technicolor across the bare desk top. He placed the resume down and looked at her stoically." Well then, Ms. Bennett. Tell me what you think you bring to Pierce Publishing and what you'd be willing to do to get this job." Lauren took a seat across from Mr. Pierce and did her best not to wave the smoke away from her that was thick in the room. She supposed when you owned a firm as large as this one, you didn't pay much attention to little details such as smoking in public buildings being banned in the city. She needed the job, she wanted the job, and she wasn't going to do or say anything that would prevent her from having it. She nervously sat there fidgeting a bit while he looked over her resume and references. Of course, she'd embellished it a little here or there in regard to what she'd done during her internships, but she was confident she could back up anything she'd put on their in terms of work and ability." Well, I could sit here and tell you that I'd work extremely hard for this company and, but I think everyone who interviews would say the same thing. If I can be frank Mr. Pierce? The majority of your staff are middle-aged and older and while you publish and market some of the best titles that can be found in both mainstream books and the more esoteric titles, you're losing a small share of the young adults market because you have very few on staff who can relate. I would bring energy and a new vibe to your office that I think is needed for you to grow as this company is meant to"She didn't bother to answer his other question about what she would do to get it, mainly because she didn't really understand what he'd meant by that. When she'd been preparing for her interview, she'd tried out several different tactics, demure and deferential or bold and energetic. She truly hoped she hadn't put him off by going the route she did. She knew it could be taken any number of ways, and while she didn't mean to insult the direction of his company, she did believe that it was time to break free of the more stodgy business models and get a little more creative. How intriguing. She was trying out the "I'm young and in touch with the world" strategy that had been popular with a few of his other interviewees. It had gotten them nowhere with him as well, and she was quickly losing ground with him, despite how solid her resume might have seemed. He did enjoy that she was assertive, but he doubted just how in tune with the publishing industry she really was. Bryce watched her demurely, his eyes never leaving her own. He gave off a quiet, brooding aura of intimidation, that unspoken quality of authoritarian power that many in his position cultivated. He was the sort of man who was used to getting his way throughout life and while he had lived a very privileged lifestyle, it had come with very high demands and a stern upbringing that had shaped him into a hardened, cut-throat man who enjoyed the darker passions of the world. It gave him the tools and the means to bring into being all of his twisted, most depraved urges and Lauren would hopefully become the latest in a line of many. He knew prey, and could see those qualities in her face. The nervous look in her eyes, her tone, her words were obvious to him. He flashed a grin that spoke volumes, the dark glint in his smoke colored eyes telling her that if she was going to open the window of opportunity, he was going to walk through it and use every bit of it to his advantage. His hands remained folded in front of him as he leaned back in his chair, eying her up and down like one would appraise a fine piece of art." Well, Ms. Bennett, I am thrilled to see that you are so eager for this job, but I truly wonder just how dedicated and knowledgeable about this business you truly are." Bryce leaned forward in his seat, the leather creaking. His dark eyes never leave her own, seemingly burrowing right through her and challenging her to say the wrong thing, to do the least bit wrong so that he could cast her out and ruin her opportunity." You say you are willing to put forth the extra effort, but so many applicants say that. I take actions louder than words, Ms. Bennett, and as it stands, I have only heard words from you. There is only so much your reputation and your references can tell me. No, it is your actions that must speak loudly enough for me to take action." He shrugged, giving her a serpentine smile." If you want this job, then I want you to show me just how much you are willing to do for it." He left it up to her to decide what to do, but that hungry glint in his dark eyes was undeniable. The longer he sat there looking at her the way he was, the more nervous she became. Lauren usually prided herself on being able to keep herself calm and composed in almost any situation, but he was unnerving her in a matter of minutes, and she didn't know how to take that. What he said wasn't making much sense to her either. How could she show him how dedicated she would be until he gave her the job and the opportunity to show him? Her smile only faltered for a moment while she tried to get her bearings once more." While its true that my knowledge of the industry is limited, my dedication and willingness to work hard is not. I know I can bring value to your company, I want a career in this field and I want to learn from the best and Pierce Publishing is the best. I'm not sure how I can show you the lengths I'm willing to go until I'm given the opportunity"In the back of her mind, his asking her what she was willing to do for the job seemed a little sleazy and something she'd have expected from some two bit operation, not a company that was regularly featured in finance publications as being the top of their field. Instantly she dismissed the thought and knew that she was reading him wrong, but she wasn't sure what angle to take with him now to ensure that she got the job." Give me a chance, and I'll show you what I can do. What have you got to lose?" If she had known how true her assessment of his intentions were, there was no doubt that Lauren would have turned around and walked out the door. Bryce could see the glint of determination in the woman's eyes and hear it in her voice, and he planned to turn that against her, to force her into acts that would only serve to bind him more to him than any professional contract ever could. She was going to be a challenge, but this was his world and everyone played by his rules; she would adapt, or he would ruin her in ways she had never dreamed about. He nodded slowly and reached for the half-forgotten pack of clove cigarettes that lay on his desk. He struck a match and lit one, taking a long, hard drag before regarding her once more. If she wanted her opportunity to prove herself, he would give her one and just see how far she took it. If she failed, then he had to go through the hiring process all over again and that wouldn't take much effort. He won either way by weeding her out or making her into his own personal little experiment." You want that opportunity. I will give it to you then." Bryce opened one of the drawers in the top of his desk and removed what looked to be a standard working contract. The position's pay were easily the highest she had ever seen, and the benefits were some of the best in the business. However, the responsibilities were simple and only one line:1. Do whatever it is that Bryce Pierce, CEO OF Pierce Publishing, requires. Anything may be asked, and full compliance is expected. He left it in front of her, awaiting her questions or her signing of the agreement. Lauren took the contract and started to read it over. In truth, after she'd seen the salary all she'd really done was skim the pages. The salary was easily twice what she would have gotten anywhere else for the same position. Quickly she did the math in her mind and figured that she would be out of the financial hole she was in now in matter of months with this pay grade. Without a moments pause, she took a pen from his desk and signed the contract, handing it back to him." You won't be sorry, I promise"Never had she expected the interview to end with a job offer and a contract. She was certain that a company of this stature would have done at least two rounds of interviews, and then you would have to wait to find out. Maybe she'd gone the correct route after all, emphasizing her youth and energy to compensate for her lack of experience." When would you like me to start?" She was hoping it would be the following Monday so that she would have time to get ready, but she would start as soon as the next day if that's what he wanted. She needed this job and wasn't going to blow it right off the bat by asking for a specific start date. As she signed the contract and essentially gave him full reign over her, Bryce could not help but give her that wickedly greedy smile he had flashed at her as he had delivered up the contract. She had given herself over to the company and to his every whim, and he planned on exploiting that immediately. He gave her a faint chuckle and took up the contract, folding it up and placing it inside his desk. She had signed away everything and now, he was going to make sure that his hold was established, even if it was with such a trivial command as the company's oft-considered archaic dress-code." Ms. Bennett, welcome aboard. I suppose we should go over your first few duties and expectations, yes?" He cleared his throat and settled back in his chair, his hands returning behind his head." First off, I am going to be calling you Lauren from now on. You will respectfully call me Mr. Pierce or Sir. You will continue to dress in such a manner; professionally and with hosiery of some kind. I would prefer you wear pantyhose to stockings, understand? No panties either way. This is the office dress code and I expect you of all people, as my executive secretary, to follow them strictly and accordingly." He pauses for only the briefest of moments before continuing, standing as he does so and walking around the other side of the desk." Secondly, you are to make yourself known in my office each morning at seven o'clock sharp. I expect you to be ready to receive my orders, which might change from day to day. I will not tolerate you being late. Punishment or termination will come accordingly. You start tomorrow. Understand?" The huge smile she had on her face started to fade in to a more confused expression when he started speaking about the dress code for the office. Professional dress she understood quite well, if she truly stretched her imagination, she could understand pantyhose over stockings, after all, they could roll down or a garter could break. What she was stumped by, was the comment about not wearing panties. In what scenario anyone would be looking under her skirt or slacks, she couldn't begin to fathom. She shrugged it off thinking it must have been a terrible joke that just went over her head and she wasn't going to worry about that too much. Lauren didn't have any objections to the start time of her work day, and she understood completely the need for punctuality. With her new salary, she could easily afford to get a second alarm clock to make certain that she was never late as the last thing she wanted to do was start off her career with a file filled with write-ups or worse, being fired, because she couldn't get there on time. No, she was going to make sure that she did a wonderful job for him and ensure that she had a long and fruitful career here." Yes Mr. Pierce, I understand completely, and I'll be here at seven sharp tomorrow morning"Picking up the folder with the extra copies of her resume in it, and her bag, she started to get to her feet to leave." Unless there was more we needed to discuss today of course" Bryce chuckled dryly as she gave him the reply she thought he wanted to hear. She would be punctual and do as she was told, or he would ruin her chance of ever working in the publishing industry again. It was rather simple, an almost trivial thing, for him to do for influence came with the territory when you were the CEO of the most prestigious company in the entire industry. He watched her through darkly bemused eyes as she bristled with a bit of nervous confusion at his "no panties" comment, but he said nothing of it, letting all the unspoken implications rest for the time being. Let them fester in her head unchecked and make her unsure of what was to come; that uncertainty would only serve him as leverage later on. He nodded to her curtly and waved towards the door, their business concluded." No, we have nothing else to discuss. Tomorrow morning, you will be further processed by HR and will report there first thing in the morning before you are scheduled to be here at seven. We have several policies that need to be taken care of, signed, what have you so be punctual. Good day." And with that, he dismissed her and started to read through the next applicant's file. Lauren didn't need to be told to leave, it was very obvious from the way he opened up a file that to his mind, she'd already left the room. She'd have to check with the receptionist on her way out as to what time the human resources department got in for the day, as it was plain to see she couldn't ask Mr. Pierce. It didn't matter though, he could be as abrupt as he wanted to with the salary that he was offering her. Dollar signs were practically floating through her mind as she thought of all the ways she'd be able to improve her life now as she got up and walked out of his office. When she had the information she needed from the front desk, she left the building and was feeling rather good. She'd gone in for an interview and walked out with a job. She felt like splurging and so took herself down to one of the day spa's in the city, and even though it was more expensive than she could really afford, she'd be able to pay off the credit card bill in no time at all once she started working. She had her nails done and a facial, she had her hair trimmed and shaped and even got herself a nice long massage while she was there. By the time she left she felt like a million bucks. Life was good, for the first time since Lauren arrived in the city, she knew she'd made the right choice in coming here and all the hard work wasn't for nothing. The only downside in her life at the moment was her lack of a love life, but she consoled herself in knowing that she hadn't had time for one before now anyway, and now she would be too busy getting her feet wet with work to worry about it. All good things in time. Since she had to be at the human resources office by six fifteen in order to be done and at Mr. Pierces office at seven, she was up at five the next morning. She chose a rather smart looking royal blue suit to wear and pulled her hair back away from her face with a clip at the nape of her neck. She slid in to the pantyhose that she was required to wear now, and even, though it made her blush even in the privacy of her own apartment, stuck to the rest of the rather odd dress code. Furthermore, she was nervous as a cat when she walked in to the office at exactly quarter past six. Mr. Pierce watched her descend the winding steel staircase and leave the building, a smug smirk affixed upon his shadowed features. She had signed away her rights for a job as his personal executive secretary, and he was looking forward to watching her either break or descend into decadence at his behalf. She would have her first real taste of what it meant to work under him and his company come first thing in the morning when she went into HR and went through the rigorous and thorough "processing procedure" he had personally designed to filter out those applicants who didn't have what he was looking for. Standards were to be upheld, and he had a feeling she would pass them. Especially once he got her out of those clothes. He chuckled softly as he turned back to his work and continued on with the next appointment, but Lauren would remain tucked away in the back of his mind, the anticipation building.~~Despite it being just before dawn and quite early in the morning, Pierce Publishing was already in full swing and the lobby was bustling with swarming employees who were starting their busy day. Business never seemed to stop at Pierce Publishing. But, one department was quiet, and only one person seemed to be working down there; a bored-looking young man named Ben. Ben rolled his eyes at the notice. As the co-manager of the Human Resources department, he was forced to follow the archaic, sexist rules and regulations of Pierce Publishing, and he hated every single moment of it. He was labeled as one of the company's many sexual fiends; it was his job to make all the new employees undress and take these ridiculous "posture pictures", which he chalked up to yet another sick, twisted fetish of the company's owner, or even the board of executives. Ben was far from a sexual pervert though, but he too had been scarred by Bryce's horrific appetites. Ben had been working there for two years now at his job, which consisted of little more than making sure forms were filled out, and the photos were taken. He hated it, but the money was simply too good. It was the common line of thought around there. His blue eyes scanned over the day's only appointment, some new secretary named Lauren. He started to look over her forms, noting the date and the hastily rushed paper work." Boss must have taken a shining to this one..." Ben gathered the necessary forms, running a hand through his tousled brown hair as he waited for her to arrive. He was in his mid 20s and handsome in a youthful, boyish sort of way. He dressed simply in a polo and black slacks, keeping his appearance harmless enough, almost casual, in an office full of sharply dressed predators. Leaning back in his chair, he yawned and started to read a faded yellowed paperback. After getting directions to the human resources office, Lauren checked herself over again in the mirror of the elevator while she went to the third floor. She'd chosen a sunny yellow and white suit that seemed to go with her mood for the day, but she was so nervous she kept putting her hand to her stomach to try and relax. She wasn't too worried about this first meeting of the day, after all it was probably just some standard paperwork, a non-disclosure form to sign and all of her tax information. All fairly standard from what she understood. As she walked in to the doors labeled HR, she was surprised for a moment to see how empty it was. A company this size, she would have figured the department would have been enormous, but like everything she knew about the company, she assumed this was just as streamlined and only required the necessary staff, everything else left to the computer systems. She walked up to a rather bored looking man who was sitting there reading a book. It surprised her that anyone could have that little to do working here, though it wasn't her place to say so." Excuse me, I'm supposed to meet with..." she checked the sheet of paper she'd been given for the name "Ben, is that you?. I'm Lauren, Lauren Bennett, I'm starting work this morning for Mr. Pierce, I was told there was some paperwork I needed to fill out. I'm so excited, you must love working here, its such an exciting industry....and I'm rambling, I'm sorry I'm a little nervous this morning. So...about that paperwork?" Ben looked up from his book as Lauren walked in, her head held high and dressed modestly. She was an attractive woman, fresh-faced and excited to be working with the industry's leader in publication. It was a pity she would have to learn the terrible truth of working here so soon, but he wasn't going to be the one who broke it to her. She'd need to learn it by herself, as they all had. He rose to greet her, giving her a friendly smile and a nod of his head." It's a pleasure, Ms. Bennett. I see you are to fill out these last forms and do the posture pictures, as required by the company." He sighed, holding up an expensive looking digital camera. Each picture, after it was taken, was loaded up into the Pierce Publishing database, so that others in the company, mostly the perverse executives, could look them over and determine if the "candidates had good posture". Ben knew it was bullshit and that it was just for them to pick out the women they personally wanted to abuse." Here are the forms." He handed her a few forms in various colors and settled back in his chair, chuckling bitterly at her questions." I can't say that I really enjoy it, but it's work, you know? I feel sorry for you gals though." "Posture pictures? I'm sorry do you have me confused with someone else? I've just been hired on as an assistant, not for any artwork"She knew that some offices took a picture for a photo ID or something similar for their personnel files, but pictures for her posture? That had to have been the oddest request she could have thought of. Though, looking at Ben, she knew it wasn't a joke. She shrugged it off though, if he wanted to snap a picture of her with her shoulders back and head high to show that she had good posture, well who was she to complain?" Well Ben, I'm sorry to hear you find your work so boring but two things, first, women generally don't like being referred to as 'gals', at least not since the fifties and second, why would you feel sorry for us?" While she waited for him to answer, she took a seat even though he hadn't offered her one and looked over the papers that she was to fill out. He raised an eyebrow at the curtness but shrugged, letting the woman's disdain for his comment go. He didn't really intend to insult her and neither was he the best with words. This was why he was stuck in the back of the department taking posture pictures and filling out paperwork rather than working the phones or something of that nature. He gave her a tentative smile." Sorry, I didn't mean anything by that. Look..." He fidgeted, seemingly nervous. His cheeks reddened as he read. He pointed to a long list that was taped to the inside door of the room. He read some bits of it aloud." All company employees MUST pose nude as required by company policy number blah blah bullshit blah. It is to confirm that our employees are devoid of bad posture which can reflect poorly upon us as unprofessional, etc., etc." He rolled his eyes at the poster, a scowl of disdain growing on his boyish face." I'm sorry, miss, they are just the rules. Believe me, I'd stuff them down that fucker Pierce's throat if I could. The bastard deserves no less for this type of humiliating bullshit." One minute went into the next and another minute in silence passed after that. Lauren was certain that she had misheard the man, there was no possible way he'd just told her that all employees post for a nude picture in order to determine posture. It was the most absurd thing she'd ever heard. Either he was messing with her, or he was some kind of pervert who thought he could intimidate someone new, either way, she wasn't falling for it." I'm fairly certain you can determine my posture with my clothes on. I don't know what kind of game you think you're playing here, but I'm not taking my clothes off for you"She was furious and turned on her heel and walked right out of the human resources office and found the right elevator to head back up to the office she'd interviewed in the day before. Mr. Pierce was going to be expecting her shortly, and she wanted to make certain that he knew just what kind of games that guy in the HR office was playing. She couldn't imagine that no one had ever complained about him before, or maybe they had, and it was just a lack of proof, but if enough people spoke up, then eventually it would have to be addressed. Knocking on the door, she waited until she was told to come." Good morning Mr. Pierce. Before we get to work, I thought you should be aware of a potential problem you have in your human resource department." Ben balked at her open hostility and held up his hands defensively. He sputtered out an explanation, but it fell on deaf ears as she charged out of the Human Resources office and back towards the lobby area. He was just doing his job and there was little doubt in his mind that it would be the last time he had a newly hired woman think of him as some disgusting pervert. It was not an uncommon reaction, yet it didn't help soothe his battered ego any. He sighed heavily and wished to God that Mr. Pierce would end such an archaic and frankly perverse policy. Knowing that man though, Ben knew that was an empty wish if there ever was on. It had been his father who had implemented it years ago and his son was more than happy to carry on the "family tradition". Ben retrieved his paper back and started to read again, certain that he would never see Lauren again.~~Mr. Pierce looked up as Lauren stepped into his office and gave her a Stoic nod in greeting. He was dressed in yet another dapper suit, a freshly lit clove sitting untouched in the ashtray. He arched an eyebrow at her statement and cleared his throat." Oh? What sort of problem? I have always found Ben to be a model employee." While she had walked in to the office full of righteous indignation, just one moment in this men presence had her feeling slightly uneasy and unsure of how to say what had happened. It wasn't a reaction she'd ever had to anyone before, and she wasn't certain that she cared for it one bit, but it was something she knew she'd have to get past considering how closely they would be working." Well...there is no real way to put a nice spin or sugar coat it, so I'll just say it. That man in human resources is without a doubt the most digesting and low form of man I've ever met! I have never been so insulted in my life. He actually tried to convince me that it was a company policy to pose without my clothes on under the guise of needing posture pictures. I can't even imagine who would fall for such a thing, but I did think it was important that you knew"Her cheeks colored as she thought about it again, but at least now it was out in the open, and he could put a stop to such things. Bryce chuckled softly at the indignant rage that came to possess Lauren as she explained what had happened. He knew that her visit to Human Resources would have ended either this way or with her walking out of the door and quitting in disgust. She hadn't given up entirely yet, and he could see the unconscious uneasiness in her eyes. There was far more at play here than she knew about it and Bryce didn't keep her in the dark for very long." Have a seat, Lauren." He took up his clove and took a long drag off of the smoldering cigarette. Hazy smoke was exhaled from his bloodless lips, and he set the clove back down in the ashtray before he continued, affixing her with a patient, sly smile." Ben is hardly the perverse member of my gender that you make him into. It actually is one of our policies and has been one that has been in place for almost thirty years. My father put it into place to find candidates that are not only intelligent and suited for our company but also to find those employees who are pleasing to the eye and have good posture. These are our traditional values, and they will be respected and the policy obeyed." He spread his arms wide and shrugged, his knowing grin never diminishing." Or you can resign and never work in this field again. It is your choice." "You can't be serious"He couldn't possibly mean what he'd just said, and yet one look in his eyes told her that he did mean exactly what he'd told her. She found it hard to believe that the entire staff that worked here had stripped down for a photo shoot prior to employment here. It was unheard of, it was obscene, there had to be some law against that didn't there? Yet what was her alternative? If she walked out, she didn't doubt for a moment that she would in fact never work in this field again, and she had only just landed her first job. She'd spent money against her salary here, and she couldn't afford to just walk away from that, or she'd be in such financial ruin she might never quite recover from it. Sitting there, she was practically twisting her hands in her lap while she tried to figure out what to do. She couldn't just walk away, and she couldn't possibly force herself to walk back down to the human resources office and just let them take pictures of her without her clothes on." Mr. Pierce, I don't understand what a picture with no clothes on is going to accomplish. You can easily see that I have good posture and whether you find me pleasing to the eye is simple enough to see now. Please, Mr. Pierce I really, really need this job, but... I can't... I don't think... I just can't do that" "Oh, but I am serious." There was no compromise in his voice; nothing but conviction and the terrible truth of what values he held sacrosanct. He had meant every word of what he was demanding of her and if she turned away now from his expectations, she would be left high and dry professionally. He would ruin her and strip away every opportunity she had ever wished she had. Her denial would cost her far more than her embarrassment. Bryce paused and sighed softly. There was no pity in his eyes, but rather disappointment. He unlocked the top drawer of his desk and removed a folder, one bearing her name and personnel number. He opened it and withdrew her contract and slide it over the desk towards her." If you remember, you signed this contract of employment yesterday. It stipulates our company's policies, which include the posture pictures and also the fact that you will follow my orders. If you break this contract, then you will be ruined. I promise you that." The sadistic malice that crept into his voice was undeniable. She had no real choice, and he was going to make sure that she went through with whatever he wanted. Her hands were shaking slightly as she picked up the contract she'd signed the day before and read over the section he'd indicated. It was all there in black and white, legally binding if she wanted to keep her job. How had she missed this before? She knew the answer before she even asked herself the question, she'd been blinded by the salary offered and hadn't taken the time to truly read the contract through. It was her own stupidity, if she'd read it the day before, she would have walked out, if she walked out now, she was done for. She pushed a tear out of the corner of her eye as she placed the contract back down on the desk and slid it back towards him. Lauren knew she could still get up and walk out. She'd never work in publishing if she did, and she had no idea where that would leave her. Or, or she could get up and go back down to the HR office and let them take the picture they wanted. She still found it hard to believe that every other employee in this office had done likewise, but she had no reason to believe otherwise considering it was in the actual contract. Pushing her seat back, she stood up and smoothed out her skirt as she did. The man sitting on the other side of the desk was unreadable to her, other than the fact that he was clearly serious in everything he'd said." I think this is deplorable, but I don't really have a choice. Fine, I'll take the picture" "Deplorable?" Bryce spit the word back at her, his Stoic composure falling away to reveal an angry disgust. She thought she was in the position to question a sacrosanct policy that was part of a company policy based on tradition and his own personal values? Where did these liberal-minded, uptight and stubborn women come from these days? What had ever happened to the woman who knew her place, who surrendered to a man's will when they demanded it? Bryce longed for the days of old when a woman knew her rightful place and when to shut her damned mouth. But Lauren had to be educated, or she would never understand just how certain things worked in his company." If you feel fit to make a judgment against my own company policies, then I can make a judgment about you. I think I will handle this particular policy myself then and show you just how deplorable it can be when you refuse to do what I ask of you." Bryce stood and straightened his tie." Take your fucking clothes off." In the span of a few short seconds, Lauren was wishing she'd taken off her clothes down in the human resources department. Just what exactly had she let herself get involved in when she took this job? Clearly she'd insulted him, and that had been her goal, but she'd never expected such a reaction. It was nothing he said, it was all in his eyes and the look he gave her could melt steel, she was certain. Not moving from her seat, she looked up at him and racked her brain for something to say to diffuse this entire situation. It was bad enough the idea of having to take a picture like that down in HR, it was quite another to have to do so for her boss that she would be working directly with. How would she possibly face him day after day if she had to do this here?" I'm sorry Mr. Pierce, I didn't mean deplorable, distasteful maybe but... I'm sorry if I insulted you. Furthermore, I'll...please... I'll just go back to HR for the picture" Bryce shook his head and raised a hand, pausing her from retreating back to the human resources department and escaping his wrath and her rightful punishment. There would be no compromise with him and his smoldering, hateful gaze told her as much. He needed no more words with her as apparent by the sight of her looking reluctantly at him and sputtering out an apology." No, you will do as I instructed and undress right here, right now. I am giving you to the count of three to start doing as you were told, or I will fire you. I will make you wish you had never stepped foot inside this building." There was nothing but cold, apathetic conviction behind his words and he stood, crossing his arms." You either will have the best career opportunity you ever had or you will be tossed into the streets. It's your choice. If you decide otherwise... well, take off your jacket and heels." Reluctantly, Lauren stood up from her seat and slid her jacket down off of her shoulders and placed it over the back of the chair. She stepped out of her shoes and placed them neatly under the chair. Standing there like that, even though she was still completely dressed, she felt particularly vulnerable and exposed. She supposed it was due to the fact that in a few moments she'd be standing there with nothing on, unless somehow in the next few seconds he managed to grow the ability to show compassion. She let a few seconds pass before her fingers went to the buttons on her blouse and slowly started to undo them. Was this really happening, she wondered? Things like this were for movies, not reality, and yet her blouse that was now hanging open told her otherwise. Closing her eyes, she slid the blouse down off of her shoulders and set it down with her jacket. The chill she felt as she did was more from her embarrassment than from the loss of warmth her clothing had given her. The button on the side of her skirt was next, and her face turned several shades of red as she slid it down her hips and stepped out of it, though she held it in front of her. Now she was left in nothing but a pink lace bra and the pantyhose she'd been told were part of the dress code. She simply couldn't make herself continue at that moment and just stood there frozen, hoping somehow that what she'd already taken off would have been enough. For Bryce Pierce, it was never enough. He would always find some way to make those under his scrutiny to feel more humiliated, more exposed, more under his control. Lauren would be no exception and would receive no mercy. He was a creature incapable of compassion, and she would soon learn that terrible lesson. She had taken the first step into Bryce's sadistic world and her journey was only just beginning." Very good." Bryce paced around her slowly, his heated gaze never leaving her scantily-clad body. He took in every curve, every exposed bit of skin and subjected her to his approval. He stopped behind her, just out of reach and nodded. She would do just nicely." I think you can head down to HR now. As you are, without most of your clothing. When you get down there, you are going to beg Ben to take those pictures for you. You will strip off completely and do whatever he asks. If he doesn't take those pictures for you, then you are fired. Now, get moving and don't even think of begging me otherwise." His tone told her that there would be no reprieve: She would have to walk through the lobby without most of her clothing and try to convince Ben to do her bidding. Why hadn't she just kept her mouth shut? Was the job really worth all this humiliation and degradation? If she didn't put her clothes back on and walk out the door right that second, how was she ever going to look at herself in the mirror again? All these questions shot through her mind as he demanded that she walk through the office with practically nothing on and head back to the HR department. How would she ever work with any of these people. She felt like a deer caught in headlights as she stood there trying to figure out what to do. There was no choice, she couldn't turn back now though the thought of what she was about to do made her feel sick to her stomach. When she'd been in college, on a dare during a rather drunken frat party she and her friends had streaked across the grounds of Greek row, however this was quite a long way from a frat party, this was a place of business, and how would anyone ever take her seriously now? As she left his office, she practically ran through the main office and towards the stairs, not the elevator. The surprising thing was, the looks she had gotten, while some were rather leering or amused from the men, the women seemed either not surprised or even sympathetic. Just what had she gotten herself in to? With as much dignity as she could muster, which was to say very letter, she walked in to the HR office, glad to see that there was no one else down there at the moment. She wished now she'd been a little nicer to this man the last time she'd been down here, however, how was she to know just what kind of place she had gotten herself in to? As she stepped inside, she couldn't even face Ben and kept her gaze down by her feet that were clad only in stockings and tried her best to keep any tears at bay. This was a level of humiliation she'd never been faced with before, and it was hard to even get the words out." I... I need.... I need you to please take that picture now" Bryce waited for her to break and to grab her clothing and run out of the building, never to be seen again. But, that moment never came as she turned on her heels, still clad in nothing but her pantyhose and bra, and walked out of his office and into the lobby below. She was going through with his orders and her surrender to his whims brought a perverse smile to his darkened face. She was playing right into his hand now and the rest of the people in the building would give her no sympathy. All of them knew what the price of disobedience was first hand and their careers meant too much to them. What was some new girl's initiation worth to those who had firmly established themselves in the company hierarchy? Bryce smiled as he has seen her disappear through the lobby and into the hallway that led to HR. He had her.~~Ben was still reading his aged paperback when Lauren burst into the department, wearing much less than she had initially. His dark eyes swept over her momentarily before he averted his gaze, his cheeks coloring." I told you that this was his doing. You should never have said anything..." He sighed and stood, hurrying over and opening the small room that was white-waked and set up so he could take the pictures. He ushered her through quickly and closed the door behind them, mercifully saving her any more exposure to the callous glances of her co-workers." I'm sorry he did this to you." While Lauren didn't know what she expected when she walked back in to the HR office, compassion or sympathy hadn't even made the list, especially since she'd outright called him a filthy pervert to his face and then tried to have him fired. But, he'd ushered her in to the next room and closed the door so no one else could see what was happening in there, sparing a little of what was left of her modesty. Maybe it was because he didn't demand anything of her, didn't condemn her for the way she'd condemned him earlier, but once the door was closed she couldn't help but burst in to tears. This wasn't the way things were supposed to happen. This was supposed to be her big shot to really start a bright and brilliant career, and she'd been reduced to walking around an office without her clothes and humiliated by a cruel boss who had forced her hand. It was obeyed his perverse wishes or be completely shut out of the publishing industry, something she'd worked so hard to break in to. After a minute she got her composure back and wiped the tears from her face when she became aware that she wasn't alone." I'm sorry for what I said to you earlier, I didn't... I couldn't have known" Ben stood transfixed as she started to cry. He had no idea what to do. He never handled women well as it was and to have one break down on him because he had offered a little sympathy? Furthermore, he muttered his apologies and clumsily offered her a crinkled napkin from his pocket." Look, I'm sorry this had to happen to you. You signed his contract and took his job. I know how it is. I don't get fucked with nearly as much as your poor women do in this god-damn company, but with this recession, we don't have much of a choice but to swallow the bitter pill and try to keep a roof over our heads. It's not easy out there." It was certainly the truth. If another opportunity offered him the same amount of money that Pierce Publishing was paying, then he'd take it in a heart beat. But, that contract had tied him here for five years too, unless Bryce Pierce said otherwise. Short leashes were slipped around all of their necks; they would all either behave or be strangled. Such was the tangled web that was woven to ensnare them all. He put down the camera and disappeared for a moment into the other room. He returned with two cups of coffee and offered her one." It's not so fresh, but it's something." "Thank you"She took the coffee gratefully because it gave her something to do with her hands. She sat down on one of the few chairs in the room and was able to cover herself up for a bit, though it didn't matter really, he would see everything in a few minutes anyway." I didn't read the contract very closely, I never dreamed that something like this could happen. Why does he do it?" There was no reason to explain to Ben why she'd stayed rather than bolted. If he had been working here for any length of time than chances were, he knew exactly why she'd stayed. She needed the money and was afraid of being destroyed professionally if she walked out. Instead, she'd stay and be destroyed personally. Sipping at the coffee helped to keep her warm, but she knew she wouldn't be able to stay down in here with him all day, but she was beyond grateful to see a face that wasn't looking at her the way the other men had, the way that Mr. Pierce had. It was almost comical that the man she'd accused of being a lech was probably one of the few decent people who worked here. Perhaps it was ironic that Ben was one of the few men in the building who didn't leer at her and had some sympathy for his fellow employees, especially the women who seemed to get the brunt of it all from the patriarchal hierarchy of the company. Their employer subscribed to archaic notions of what a woman's place was and did nothing to check the other men who worked there, seeing it as the natural order of things. How someone who lived in modern society could continue to think in such a manner was beyond Ben but power corrupted. And Bryce Pierce was as corrupted and perverted as they came." I honestly don't know why. I don't think anyone knows that but him. It's disgusting either way..." Ben sighed, sipping his coffee and looking down at the discarded camera. He couldn't shield her from him all day as it would only cost him his job. It was a mistake he could not afford to make. Setting the coffee down on the counter, Ben hefted the camera and shrugged." I suppose we should get this over with, yes?" Forcing the tears she could feel filling her eyes again away, Lauren merely nodded and set the coffee cup down. He was only doing his job, at the very least, and it was very little indeed, she could take comfort in knowing that at least he wasn't getting some sick thrill from this as her boss was. She got up and though it cost her, she reached in back of her and unhooked her bra and set it down on the chair she'd been sitting on. Removing her pantyhose was a good deal more embarrassing, and she just wanted to die on the spot as she slid the fine material down over her hips, down her legs and then eventually off of her feet. She knew she'd probably given Ben quite a view as she did, but there was no choice in the matter to be had." Where do I have to stand?" The sooner they got this over with, the better, though she knew that afterward, going back up to Mr. Pierces office was going to be as hard or even harder than this was. Ben, ever the gentleman, averted his eyes as Lauren started to get undressed. She might have given someone else a show, but he gave her whatever bit of modesty and mercy such a situation could provide. By the time she asked where to stand, he had taken up the camera and was adjusting the lens. He pointed at a spot near the center of the back wall, where there was a height marker stretched up towards the ceiling." Right there will be fine. Just place your feet together and look straight at the camera. I will get this over as quickly as possible, I promise." His words probably held little comfort for her, but he hoped that he could help her salvage some of her dignity. The camera whirled and clicked in rapid succession as she drew herself up as instructed. He couldn't help then getting a look at her fully naked body, and he was blushing hard by the time he was finished taking the posture pictures. She was a beautiful woman and under other circumstances, he would have told her as much." Er, there we are. You can get dressed again." The picture session was every bit as humiliating as she thought it would be, and yet Ben's discomfort at the situation had eased her own suffering during it. She'd be grateful to him for a long while for not taking advantage of the situation as she knew most men would have. She quickly put the few items of clothing on and with her back turned to him, thanks Ben again for his kindness before she walked out of the door. Walking back through the office was a good deal harder than it had been when she'd fled from there earlier. She knew she was being watched and could keenly feel others eyes on her as she did. The hardest part was having to knock on Mr. Pierces door and stand out there waiting to be called inside. Once she stepped in and closed the door behind her, she quickly went over to the chair where her clothes were and picked them up, holding them in front of her." The ....the picture was taken, Mr. Pierce" Ben gave her another demure nod as she quickly redressed and hurried on her way back to Mr. Pierce's office. Whatever terrible fate was in store for her once she got up there would hopefully pale in comparison to what she had already endured at their sadistic boss's hands. He was setting out to break her like he had so many others before her. Ben had seen it before, and he doubted this would be the last time it would happen." Be careful, Lauren." Ben wrestled with his consciousness the rest of the day after Lauren left and by the time he clocked out, he was genuinely wondering if he'd be back the next morning.~~Bryce called her in after waiting a few minutes, making her wallow in her miserable situation a bit longer. It was the reason he was smiling when she came back into his office, closing the door quietly behind her and making a beeline for her shed clothing. As she picked up the garments and clutched them defensively to her chest, he shook his head in disappointment and pointed at an empty spot on his desk." I never said you could put your clothes back on. And for that, you are going to set them there, along with whatever you are wearing." He sat back down at his desk, leaning back in the chair and looking at her expectantly." Strip." It had never even crossed her mind that she wouldn't be allowed to just put her clothes back on. Of course, it had never crossed her mind that she would have had to walk mostly nude through her office to take a completely nude photo when she got here or be humiliated in this manner by her boss. Nothing that had happened since she'd walked through that door had been something that would have crossed her mind." But Mr. Pierce, I took the picture you wanted. I thought...." She didn't finish the thought, however. Every time she'd opened her mouth since she'd walked in this morning she'd only made things worse for herself. She'd already been completely nude in front of one man this morning, and it wasn't even nine yet, what was one more? Dropping her blouse, jacket and skirt back on his desk, she slid the pantyhose back down and then unclasped her bra again. It took her a few minutes before she could put the items back down on his desk with the rest of her things. How could he really expect that she'd get any work done like this? She didn't say a word as she stood there, though she was certain that her face turned ten shades of red. Bryce steepled his fingers together and glared at her, his disappointment disappearing as that familiar rage began to set in. She was still going to have to learn her lessons the hard way it seemed, but there was a certain appeal to having to sate his sadistic tendencies upon her. There was an unmistakable sadistic gleam in his dark eyes as he sighed and shook his head." Lauren, I don't pay you to think. I pay you to do whatever the fuck I tell you to do and not complain about it. You signed a contract with this company that says you will follow my orders without hesitation and if you continue to question them or my policies, then you will be fired, and I swear..." He was standing again, and he closed the gap between them, his hands reaching out to grasp her by the hair savagely. He tugged hard, trying to draw a gasp of surprise or moan of pain out of her. There was nothing but the promise of horrors in his stare."... I will ruin you. I will make you beg for the barest scrap off my table. You will do what I say, or you will fucking pay for it with every thing you hold dear." He released her, pushing her back. Bryce then pointed in front of him and grinned sadistically." On your knees, bitch." Shock, fear, anger and several other strong emotions overtook her as she stood there and listened to his verbal assault, and that was all before he grabbed her by the hair. She could still leave of course, but there was no doubt in her mind, given the look in his eye, that he would follow through with his threat. It wasn't a threat so much as a promise and one that a man like him was well-equipped to follow through with. The only thing she didn't understand, was why he was doing it. Laurens mind refused to allow her to think that he was about to try to force her to do something vile, but the thought was there all the same. She felt too scared and too trapped not to kneel down on the carpeted floor in front of him, though she felt like she might faint at any moment. This was not what she had signed on for. She didn't look at him, instead her eyes stayed focused on the pattern that was on the carpet. The way he'd looked at her, she didn't have the word for it, but it made her blood feel like ice in her veins. How had she missed this before during the interview? It didn't matter how, she had and now had to deal with the fallout. Rather than say anything else that he could hold against her, she simply knelt there in silence. Bryce was doing this because he could. There was no other reason, aside from how good it was going to feel to have his hard cock in her mouth. He was going to make her suck him off just so she could keep her job. And according to him, this was exactly what he had hired her for. As she knelt down in front of him, he stepped closer and reached out to stroke her hair in a mockery of affection. There was nothing genuine about the caress save for the lack of actual emotion in it save for that callous apathy he seemed to exude. He smiled down at her, a triumphant grin that promised her nothing but pain to come. She was about to be fully initiated into his control, and she was going to have to learn to expect it, or she would lose everything. He reached up to unzip his trousers and from them, he pulled out his thick, girth and rigid cock. His heavy hands moved down to her face, leaving little question to what his next orders would be. Those hands cupped the side of her round face and opened her mouth with their thick, calloused digits. His member hovered forward as he came closer, before sliding the head of it into her waiting, warm mouth. For a moment she thought she was going to be sick, but her luck wasn't even strong enough to allow her to do so and end this nightmare for the moment. This act wasn't something that she was new to, though it was the first time it was being forced upon her, it was the first time that something enjoyable was being made in to something filthy. Lauren didn't understand a thing about him. He was an attractive man, he had money and power, he was ruthless in a way that some women adored, and yet he was resorting to extorting sexual favors from his employees? It didn't make any sense to her. From what she'd heard from Ben, this was obviously not an uncommon occurrence, but she'd never encountered anyone who was vicious to the core before and was ill-equipped to stand her ground. Any doubt at all that he was going to make her go through with this vanished when he pushed her mouth open, leaving her no choice but to take him inside of it. New tears formed in her eyes as her mouth opened further, and her tongue licked the length of him. She willed herself to continue, not to throw her entire life away and just take herself out of what was happening now. Bryce loved it when they started to cry but carried out his orders regardless of how much they wanted to escape him. He was raping her mouth with his hard cock, cramming every inch of it down her throat and all she could do was lean back and take it, crying softly but doing nothing about it. He had control over her and every tear was shed because of him. That sort of perverse power made him moan softly with ecstasy, the physical act of making her suck his cock paling in comparison to the joy he got out of the humiliation and helplessness she was experiencing. It was simply intoxicating, a confirmation on just how deep his hold over her was becoming." Suck harder, my little whore." What else was she now that she had taken his promise of money and prestige and given into his demented demands? Bryce chuckled coldly as he grabbed her roughly by the hair and started to guide her through the process of giving him a proper blowjob, not caring if he made her choke or not. She was his plaything, for as long as she worked underneath him. Lauren did her best to try and pretend that this wasn't Bryce Pierce and that this wasn't a situation she'd been forced in to, but rather that she was there with someone that she wanted to be there with, someone she wanted to be intimate with, but it was proving harder than she'd thought. It took all of her willpower not to do something that would cause him exceptional pain and her only a moment of satisfaction. If she did, she had no doubt her life as she knew it would be over, and he would ruin her. It simply wasn't worth it, she thought bitterly. She stiffened at being called a whore, worse 'his' whore, but her thoughts were similar to his own. How was it at all inaccurate? She'd essentially signed away her freedom and choices because she'd seen a dollar amount that she couldn't say no to. What else was she if not a whore? The thought sat like acid in her stomach. Though it went against her very nature to do so, when he started to grab her hair and force himself inside of her mouth in a way that was causing her to choke a bit, she realized she was going to have to be more active in this rather than passive. If she didn't, it would simply keep going on rather than being over with, and she desperately wanted to get it over with. Her tongue licked and swirled around his cock, and she moved her head with his hands rather than fight against it. Her hands went to his thighs to try and steady herself, and she silently prayed it to be over with quickly. But, it would never be over quickly. Bryce was seemingly incapable of such small mercies, and he intended to prolong this for as long as he could, to make her suffer and learn her proper place in his hierarchy. As she slowly surrendered and gave into being a little less pensive and passive, Bryce gave her a wicked grin of approval and continued to thrust his cock deeper and faster down her throat. Byrne's grip on her hair tightened even more, and he tugged it hard, grunting as the ripples of her strained efforts sent a shiver of pleasure up his spine." You are going to swallow every drop, whore." It felt too good to ignore for too long, despite his wish to keep her choking on his cock and the CEO felt his balls tighten as he reached the point of release. He gasped audibly as he started to climax, his cock buried up to the base of the shaft inside of her waiting mouth, his hands holding her head rigid to give her no choice but to swallow. She cursed the moment she'd walked through those doors and came to work here. She cursed the day that she decided that publishing was the career path she wanted to go down. Furthermore, she cursed every choice she'd ever made that led her to this moment in time. One moment in time that was going to be repeated over and over again until he became bored with her and moved on to another one. She had little doubt that he'd done this many times in the past and would continue to do so, and she would be nothing more than just another notch on his belt. Lauren wasn't certain if that made it better or worse. It was easier to keep her mind occupied with thoughts like that rather than think about what was happening to her at that moment. It would have been easy to spit every drop of him back out, but that would only antagonize him further and make the entire situation she was in worse. Though she'd never even done so for men that she had been in love with, she swallowed every bit. There wasn't much choice as he had a vice-like grip on her head keeping it in place. Tentatively, she glanced up at him to see if she could find something in his eyes that said he'd had his fill of fun for the time being and was going to let her go. She would wait for a long while before he let her go. There was something sadistic and apathetic in his dark eyes that told her all she ever needed to know: he owned her the moment she had agreed to work for him. He groaned quietly as he finished filling her mouth with his cum and yet, he did not let go immediately of her hair, affixing her in place as if to remind her just how much he had enjoyed fucking her face. Slowly, methodically, he withdrew his cock and pushed her aside. He fixed his clothing, re-zipping his trousers while he regarded her stoically. She sucked cock well enough, and she was quite an attractive woman but just how much more he could get out of her remained to be seen. He chuckled and shook his head, a sign of contentment escaping his pressed lips." Get up, whore. Get dressed and go back to work. I expect to see you before you leave for the day." Numbly, Lauren got to her feet and went to retrieve her clothes. She was practically shaking from what had just happened, and she was certain she was in shock from it. This was like a bad dream that she should eventually wake up from, but no nightmare she'd ever had, had been this vivid and real. Why hadn't she just walked out of the building the very moment that he demanded this obscene act, or the moment that he first told her to take off her clothes, or even the moment that Ben down in HR had told her about the picture? Was the money really worth all this? She thought no, and yet here she was, stuck. She dressed as quickly as she could and tried to get her breathing under control. How in the world was she going to leave his office now and actually go to work? She wasn't even sure what her job was or where her desk was, but she sure as hell was not going to ask Mr. Pierce about it, she'd check with the secretary out front. The very idea of facing anyone after they had all seen her walk through the building in barely anything at all had her face flushing bright pink. Once she was fully dressed again, she slipped out of his office and closed the door behind her moving quickly away from it before he could call her back in. She was halfway down the stairs before she finally broke down. Sitting on the stairs, she sat there with her head in her hands and just cried for several minutes before she was able to compose herself enough to go the rest of the way down and start the day. He watched her stop on the stairs and start sobbing, her weak resolve broken and the proverbial floodgates opened. The secretary was wise enough not to say a word or offer any sympathy; his other employees knew just how deeply his wrath could cut. She worked at her desk with her face hidden beneath her dark brown hair but deep inside, there was a pang of guilt. She should have warned the poor girl, but it would have cost her her job. Such frailties of the "feminine spirit" were something Bryce had tried to stamp out long ago, but they still burned dimly in the older woman's heart. Yet, kind intentions only got one so far and Lauren was left to suffer in silence, another victim of Mr. Pierce's callous nature. He made no move from the window as he smoked a clove and watched her hurry off to her duties. He would leave her in peace for the time being, to give her enough time to make her decision to either burden the position he had put her in or cut her loses and leave. Furthermore, he would ruin her, of course, but it was up to her where the future of her career lay. It brought a sardonic smile to his face as he sat back down and started sorting through the paperwork on his desk. It was the turning point of her entire life, and he had been the architect of it all. Such dangerous prominence was its own reward, and it made him grin for the rest of the work day. Most of the work that she had to only required very basic skills, however it was an entry level job, and it would be a long time before she got to work on the kind of projects that would advance her career. Of course, that assumed that she could force herself to show up here for a second day or even last the first full day. The only thing she wanted to do was go home and take a very long and very hot shower to wash this entire day away though she knew it wasn't going to be quite so simple. She noticed throughout the day the occasional stare from one of the other employees that walked past her, and she was fairly certain that his secretary wanted to say something to her but kept to herself other than to tell her where things where and what the job actually entailed. Lauren left the building for lunch and truly debated whether to go back. On the one hand, she was in a financial bind. Her credit cards were maxed, her rent was coming due, and she'd gone through almost all of her savings. On the other hand, if she went back how would she ever be able to look at herself in the mirror again? There was little choice though, she may not want this job any longer, but she needed it. Going back home to her parents wasn't an option, she had to see this through and pray that she had the strength to get past it. Her stomach sank when the end of the day approached, and she had to go back to see Mr. Pierce. She knocked once and opened the door stepping inside." You wanted to see me before I left?" Bryce was behind his desk once more when she entered, his dark eyes scanning his computer screen. The stark white light washed out his features as he sat there in the gloomy darkness of the room, running over some financial figures and mentally making notes about what to put more manpower and money into and which projects to stamp out entirely. He looked up at the sound of her knocking and waved her over, pointing with one poised finger at the chair that sat in front of him." Ah, good to see you." The greeting was hardly sincere and as he looked up at her, she could see the same possessive apathy still burning brightly in his stare. He gave her a serpentine grin and turned his attention fully upon her, shutting off the monitor with a flick of his thumb." Well, you have completed your first day on the job. I am wondering a few things." Bryce leaned back in his chair, reclining with his hands behind his head. He watched her inquisitively." Do you understand your place here now? Do you get everything that this job entails?" Lauren sat down when he gestured for her to do so. At least this time she had her clothes on though after the morning she'd had, there was no doubt in her mind that, that could change at a moments notice. She felt nervous, anxious and a little sick to her stomach as she sat there watching him as he watched her. She only looked up in to his eyes once and saw that he was devoid of all emotions. It was enough to chill her as she realized this was nothing to him. Her suffering at his hands was nothing more than a mild amusement, and if she refused, he'd destroy her as callously as he would swat a fly that was an annoyance to him. It told her everything she needed to know about him in that one moment, and she felt even more stuck now than she had earlier that day." Yes Mr. Pierce, I.... I understand"Truly she didn't understand a thing about any of this, but she understood that her role here had little to do with learning the publishing industry, at least not until he became bored with her and moved on to the next person. Lauren spoke of understanding, but Bryce wondered if she truly did. She might be a passing fancy for the time being, but there was the potential for so much more. He had decided to make her his new pet project, someone he could twist and manipulate until she either gave in fully to his demands and her new role or broke and was destroyed. She had only gotten a taste of what he was like, of how depraved and debauched his lusts were. But, it was more than enough to make her afraid, to tear at her insecurities and make her cower in what was to come. It was the fearful look of anxiety and weariness in her lowered eyes that made it all worth it." Good then. I expect much of the same tomorrow... and the next day... and until I tire of you. You have a great opportunity before you, Lauren, but there is always a price. If you are willing to pay that price, then you will learn just how much I can give you." Bryce chuckled lightly and leaned forward, leering at her." Now, kiss me before you leave for the day, my little whore." If Lauren had truly understood the depths of his depravity, she might have risked being in financial ruin as well as giving up her career entirely. As it was, she was still hopeful that this would be a short-lived...she didn't have the word for it. Affair was far too tame, it was more a matter of extortion. His little whore, that's really what he'd reduced to her and the thought brought fresh tears to her eyes. She blinked them back before they could fall and just stared at him for several minutes while she tried to muster the ability to kiss him willingly. There was little doubt if she refused him that he would find some other way to humiliate and degrade her further, or just throw her out and proceed to ruin her. Closing her eyes, she leaned forward to brush her lips against him and prayed that a quick kiss was all that he'd want, and she could go home and wash this entire day away. She was struggling with not only everything he had heaped upon her but something as simple as a kiss. Perhaps it was a far more intimate act than he took it for as it was often reserved for those lovers who meant something more than a quick fuck. He had never known such an affection and neither did he crave it. This was far more fulfilling as far as Bryce was concerned. She could give whatever meaning she wanted to such gestures, just so long as she did as he said. He returned the kiss with a voraciousness that told her that much more would happen if he wanted it to. But, for the first time that day, he was merciful. Or perhaps merely sated. He withdrew and returned to his desk, ushering her towards the door." Good night then, Lauren. I certainly hope to see you tomorrow morning." The moment he finished speaking, Lauren was out the door and down the stairs faster than she'd ever moved in her life. Once she was outside the building, she leaned against the brick wall and took a few deep breaths and tried to steady herself. She knew she couldn't stand there for long and the truth was she wanted to get as far away from this place as was humanly possible. Once she got home she stripped off her clothes and got in the shower, putting the water as hot as she could stand it and then just a little hotter. She scrubbed her skin and stood under the stream of water until it started to go cold. For the first time in a long time, Lauren found herself grateful that there was no man in her life, for how would she possibly be able to explain any of this to someone else when she barely understood what was happening herself. The only bright spot in her entire day had been the kindness that Ben had shown her. True he'd gotten more than an eyeful under the circumstances, but he could have made the experience all the more demeaning and uncomfortable. The night was spent on her computer going over her expenses and debt that she'd racked up to see just how bad off it would be if she really did just forget that the job ever existed, and came to the unfortunate conclusion that she was stuck. She fell into a fitful sleep, silently resigning herself to whatever fresh hell the next morning would bring. A little less enthusiastic the next morning, Lauren dressed for work and stopped off for coffee along the way. Remembering the sludge that Ben had in his office, she picked up a second one for him, wanting to keep the one person who had shown her any bit of kindness on her side. She stopped by human resources to drop it off before heading up to start the new day. The morning brought with it the usual hustle and bustle of a busy corporation, with the employees heading off to their offices or carrying out the business given to them by their superiors. It was a non-stop cycle of production and editing, as each new day heralded a flurry of new jobs and revisions from their clients. It was the clients that really mattered to Mr. Pierce and in a lesser respect, to his employees. Furthermore, it was what drove the profits of the company ever skyward and kept them all in a job. Satisfying their sadistic boss just seemed to be another part of the job to them all, another reason to take their lucrative pay checks and do their job. It would be so with Lauren, or she would be utterly ruined. Or so the threat went. Ben was sitting in the same spot she had found him the morning before, looking over some new applicant's form. The woman he was supposed to photograph had not shown up yet so he busied himself looking over her form for the fifth time. He sighed heavily and looked bored, his youthful face lined with what equated to very little sleep and a resigned spirit. He was dressed in a white polo and khakis, both of which were rumpled yet clean. He looked up with dark-circled eyes as Lauren came in and gave her a demure smile and nod in greeting." Good morning. What brings you down here? Hopefully our local tyrant isn't tormenting you again with another round of photos?" "I don't think today's torment will include any photographs, but I'm too new to know for certain"The very fact that she could make a joke out of what was happening in this office made her stomach turn a bit, but she had to find a way to cope or else she'd go insane from it all, and this was only to be her second day on the job. She took a moment to look Ben over and decided on the spot that he was single given his rather unkempt appearance. If only she'd met him under other circumstances she mused." I only stopped by to thank you again for not making yesterday any worse than it already was and bring you some coffee that won't rot your insides"She put the cup down on his desk and glanced at her watch." Well, I better get to it, enjoy the coffee"Heading out of the Human Resources office, she headed upstairs towards Mr. Pierce's office stopping in the restroom to check her appearance. She wanted to make certain that every hair was in place, and she looked presentable and prayed that her clothes would be staying on her body today. In her mind, he would be too busy with work to pay any real notice to her, and she would have actual work to do that didn't involve degrading herself. Right on time she knocked on his door and stepped inside." Good morning Mr. Pierce" Ben rolled his eyes at the mention of more torment, knowing all too well that such things were too real to discount with humor. He took the offered coffee and raised it in mock salute to her as she turned to depart." Hey, no problem. I appreciate the caffeine boost." He paused then, chewing on his bottom lip and deciding it was best to just get the sudden thought out before he lost his guile. He cleared his throat and called after her, but the door had already closed behind her." We should do lunch sometime..." Ben only hoped she heard him.~~Bryce looked up from his desk and waved Lauren closer. He was seated before a pile of paper work and a small collection of manila folders. As she stood before the desk, he pushed the folders towards her and gave her a dismissive glance and a wave of his hand." This morning's work will be for you to read over these publication contracts and see if everything is in order. After you are done with those, I want you to check with Mr. Wilkes down in accounting about the Moreau contract and bring what he has up to me. Now, get to work." He then looked back down at his paperwork, essentially forgetting about her. There was no scale high enough for Lauren to have measured her relief by when he handed her the stack of contracts and sent her on her way. She didn't hesitate but a moment before she had them in hand and was out the door closing it softly behind her. It was almost as if an enormous weight had been taken off of her shoulders as she walked back to her desk. Maybe that was it, the other day had been as awful gets, but maybe now they would get down to business and keep it professional. As she worked throughout the morning, her thoughts drifted once or twice to Ben. He really was sweet, and she'd heard him through the door asking about lunch sometime. It was probably a good thing that she would have a friend in the office since most of the people there seemed rather stand-offish, though after what she'd seen and experienced so far, she wasn't all that surprised by it. Once she'd finished with the contracts, she made her way down to accounting to get whatever information they had for Mr. Pierce only to find that Mr. Wilkes was out for the day and his secretary didn't have a clue as to where the notes for the contracts were. Hopefully Mr. Pierce would already know that he was gone for the day and just want the rest of the work she'd been working on." Excuse me, Mr. Pierce, here are the contracts you wanted. They all seem to be in order except for the one I flagged, it's missing a signature. Otherwise, they all look good" Bryce was where she had left him, busy working behind his desk. He glanced up as she entered and frowned heavily at her words. One contract was unsigned and Mr. Wilkes had indeed left for the day, but had he not told her to track him down first? The details were murky at best, with how consumed by his paper work he had become, but she had still failed in her tasks. He took the offered contracts and scanned them over before taking the unsigned one and thrusting it back into her hands." I told you to sort and correct any issues there might be with these contracts. And you didn't complete your task with Mr. Wilkes. So, get off your ass and go out and get your work done. I assume you do know how to ask HR for his address and finish up getting the signatures or did I hire myself a right daft idiot of a woman?" He sighed in disgust and waved her out, content to be rid of her. Lauren's jaw all but hit the floor at the way he'd spoken to her. This was only her second day on the job and the first day she'd barely don't any real work at all. She did what he'd asked of her, how was she supposed to know that he wanted her to track down someone at their home for an update? She took the contracts back that he had held out and walked out of his office without another word, careful to not let her own temper get the better of her and slam the door behind her. Furthermore, she'd rather see his temper like this than his perversions such as the other day, it was a welcome change even if his words did sting a bit. She took a few moments at her desk to compose herself before she headed down to human resources. At least the face on the other side of that door was a friendly one." Hi Ben, I'm hoping you can help me. I need to get the home address for a..." she glanced down at the files she was holding." Mr. Wilkes" Bryce said nothing as she stormed out, her frustrations playing out in the confusion in her eyes. He shook his head and chuckled, glad to see the fire was still burning inside of her. He would break her sooner or later, one step at a time. Furthermore, he smirked as he went back to his work, the thought of her soon drifting away like ash on the wind. Ben was still at his desk, this time looking over a few personnel files. He closed the front of the manila folder as Lauren entered and raised an eyebrow as she asked for the home address of a Mr. Wilkes. He chewed on his bottom lip as he held up a hand to get her to wait and headed over the long rows of files that sat nestled in the back." Let me guess; our Sith overlord has you running down to Wilkes's house to get something done? The asshole did this to his last secretary too, running her ragged out of the office and nearly driving the poor woman to tears each day. Poor Charlotte... she was a nice lady." He plucked out a folder and quickly scrawled the address down on a post-it for her. He handed it to her." I recommend taking the 9th street train uptown if you want to get there quickly." She took the slip of paper with the address and glanced at it. Picking up a pen from his desk, she wrote on the back of it the number of the train that he'd recommended. She hadn't been in the city all that long to know the best routes so she wasn't about to pass up good advice." Yeah, apparently he left the building before he signed off on a few things. You know when I took this job, I really thought I was going to learn something about this industry, I guess that was my first mistake, the second being signing the damn contract in the first place. Thanks, Ben"Looking around the HR office, she couldn't help but wonder what he did all day. It seemed incredibly slow down there, though with a staff as large as this company was, she had to imagine he did more than just take humiliating pictures of the staff. As she started to walk out the door she turned back to him." Ben? What happened to Charlotte?" "Your third mistake was thinking that the contract would be the end of it, Lauren. You have got to be careful around him." Ben sighed heavily, his face turning ashen. There was more rumor than facts, but Charlotte's fate within the company was something of employee knowledge since it had all been so public. It had been kept out of the papers due to the Pierce family's influence, but there were still enough truth in what he told her since he had been there when the whole ordeal had happened. He bit his lower lip before continuing, frowning." Charlotte was made to walk naked into the lobby by Mr. Pierce and solicit herself to anyone who wanted a go at her. Two men took her in one of the bathroom stalls and the poor woman just snapped. She ran out of the building crying and no one has seen her since. Some people say she is in some mental institution while others think Bryce had her just disappear. It's... terrible either way." Terrible either way didn't even begin to cover it. What kind of hell had she consigned herself to and what kind of monster would do the things that Ben was telling her about? How was he not behind bars? She supposed when you had that kind of money and influence, you could get away with almost everything, and it seemed as though he had.“I think I'm sorry I asked Standing there for a few minutes, Lauren felt as if she were in a daze of sorts before she comeback to her senses. Glancing down at the slip of paper in her hand again, she turned to leave and wondered if she would even bother to come back. There was more than one way to be ruined, and it seemed her choice was going to be financially and professionally, or on a much more personal level, the problem was, she didn't know which way would be worse for her overall. At that moment she cursed the day she'd ever heard of Pierce Publishing and wished like hell she'd gone into a field that this would never have happened in. She didn't say a word as she turned and walked out of the door and out of the building to finish the errands she needed to run. Ben was not surprised by her lack of goodbye and just shrugged as she headed out of the door. The poor woman was in shock at her predicament; he had seen it all before with a few of the other female employees. Their boss was a sadistic, soulless bastard who stopped at nothing to get his kinks satisfied and no sort of punishment was ever able to touch him. Money talked, and he had plenty of that to keep the police or any disgruntled former employees who had suffered at his hands off his back. It disgusted Ben. With a sigh, he went back to work, wishing the day would be over quickly.~~Wilkes's apartment was in an upscale part of town, with well-manicured lawns, tree-lined streets and glistening steel high-rises. The man was obviously paid well for his work at Pierce Publishing. As she approached the lobby and was buzzed through by the door man, a man about her age brushed past her and hurried towards the elevator. He was of average height and a wiry build and was a little rumpled in appearance but handsome with his unkempt yet stylish brown hair and light blue eyes. His suit was well-fitting, but the man obviously looked to be in a hurry to get upstairs. The doorman tipped his hat and greeted him." Good afternoon, Mr. Wilkes."" Yes, hello." The elevator chimed and Wilkes stepped inside, grumbling to himself.

The Price of Professionalism (FLN826 & Silverfyre)|rating:1.0

^~{Donut&Sakiko}~^

A young mid-teen girl was just waking up from a good dream by an interruption. It seemed as though the rainy season has come now after being startled awake by thunder and lightning. Those two never scared her before but today... She was wide awake now anyhow as she got out of bed and got dressed. It was a school day, which she dreaded, never liking school to begin with. She slowly made her way to the washroom to get herself ready, not wanting to look like she just got out of bed. She stood in front of the mirror, seeing herself. It looked horrible. Strawberry blonde hair flying all over the place with a cow-lick here and there. Her purple-blue eyes weren't as clear or bright and she looked pale. Archie woke up and looked out the window, and looked at all the rain drops on the pain. He sighed as he got out of his bed and got dressed. His blond hair was a mess, but he was kind of kid that it didn't matter to him what he looked like. He walked out in the hall and saw his new step-sister walk into the bathroom. He slightly chuckles, and kept walking. They never got alone when their parents dated, and now when they are not together it was still about the same. She was a year older than him, but they still went to the same school. As he sat down at the table and ate his food, he listened to the thunder that was going on outside. After getting herself all pretty, the girl, known as Marisa, walked down the stairs to the kitchen and prepared herself some breakfast. Usually some kind of cold or hot cereal with milk. Today it was cold with banana milk onto with slices of strawberries. She sat down silently at the same table and without a word, ate her breakfast while carefully watching the clock, not wanting to leave too late since it took a while to get to school. At least for her since she liked to walk slowly there, dreading it more as the minutes passed by. Archie was always told to walk with his new sister, but he didn't really want to too much. He looked at her before he got up and put his dishes away. To him, she was someone that he was forced to be with, but it was his mother decision. "I'm ready when you are." he said as he propped himself up gained the door frame that lead toward the front door. Its thinks would have been different that what they were he would have been pleased to be with this girl all the time. He didn't know what she had thought about him, but at this point he didn't care. (he will soften up to her lol) At first, back then before the actual meeting when her father had announced she was getting a step-brother, she wasn't expecting him to be a year younger than her after meeting him for the first time. She figured at least the same age with a few months, either more or less, but... It didn't really bother her that much now, knowing he acted older than her and was taller... Which worked out the difference anyway. Marisa finished her, what most people would consider or call odd, breakfast and cleaned up after herself, still without a word, as shy as she was. She walked past him and grabbed her backpack and put her shoes on. She opened the door after grabbing her umbrella and walked out. "Let's go..." Still dreading.((She'll open up more. :P)) Archie didn't care too much if he got wet from walking in the rain or not, so he just followed after her and he shut the door and locked it before catching up to her. They still didn't talk much as they walked. It was a decent walk, and he was getting drenched, but it didn't bother him, he had a spare uniform in his locker anyway. Since the year started and even though they were in different classes, he still had lunch, P.E., and homespun with her because they were "brother sister" or so the school called they that. A lot of the guys were always around her and trying to get with her, but none ever succeeded. There was one thing that was true though, and that was if anyone ever tried to hurt her, he would flip out and defend her. The closer they got to the school, the more people started to gather on their path. Archie didn't really socialize with others, he was a loner type and stayed to himself. This made it an easy target for him to get bullied and picked on himself. Marisa kept walking towards the school pretty much ignoring anyone who looked at her or even acknowledged she was there, being so shy as she watched her feet. Apparently the guys at the school found that cute in her and only her as she was probably the shyest girl in the school. Marisa never liked to talk to anyone at school besides her teachers and friends. Even group-mates for projects she'd avoid talking to. Even during those classes her own brother was in if he had to be in the group. Marisa walked towards her locker after entering the building. "See you in a few minutes..." She put her things away before placing her gym bag over her head to her other shoulder then started to walk towards the gymnasium for her first class. She didn't mind having gym first since it was usually the time she had the most energy. "Alright." Archie replied to her as he walked to his locker and grabbed his bag as well. Inside it was his dry cloths along with his P.E. Uniform. He went into the locker room and changed his uniforms. He already wished that the day was over, he just wanted to sit back and do nothing like every night. Furthermore, he walked out onto they gym floor and stood in his place and waited for the roll to be called after class would start. Furthermore, he looked around and noticed a group of boys huddled around, and he heard Marisa's name a few times, and he was starting to get mad, but he couldn't do anything to stop them from talking. Marisa hated the girl's gym uniform briefs and would always stick to wearing the boy's gym uniform shorts as they were much more comfortable. The teacher would always scold her of that, but there was really nothing he could do about. Especially after having told him a lie about why she wore them. Some kind of medical reason she said. The briefs would cut the circulation off from her legs preventing her from walking or something like that. She didn't care as long as she was comfortable, and the teacher didn't want to get in trouble after having harmed one of his students. Even over something so small. Once changed, Marisa also came out into the big room to get ready for whatever was coming for today's class. Hopefully nothing too boring like stretching or running or anything like that. A game would work, but an easy-going one... She didn't want to end up like last time. Pasted to a wall after having been slammed into it the previous year during a game of basket ball or something. After seeing Marisa, Archie knew she was the only one he could trust, so he walked over to her. "The guys are doing the usual." he said as he stood beside her. "Looks like dodgeball again too, seem like pain will come soon." he added as he knew that the game was never played fairly, and he always got pummeled by everyone no matter if they were on his team or not. He looked at her and they away, not knowing what to think anymore. The day started out being the same as it has been, but for some reason he noticed that the one person he reused most, he had made out to be an enemy. "Just as long as the same thing doesn't happen again like the previous year... I think I'm still bruised..." Marisa usually didn't complain about anything but when it came to pain causing sports... And people not caring about that as long as she still looked cute, even in a vulnerable state... Forget it. She'd rather be in the library reading or something else that didn't cause pain. At least with dodge-ball, she had enough endurance to dodge the flying balls. Even with the cheating happening. She cared not about what the guys thought as it seemed like whenever they played this game, it was the only time they'd give it their all to defeat her team and not be mesmerized by her cuteness. "Yea I agree." Archie said as he felt his own arm. The last game he was sent to the nurse for being hit into the brick wall, and no one cared. He wanted her to be safe, but he knew their luck. The teacher rolled out the dodgeballs, and everyone was split into their teams. The teams were uneven like always, and he was still paired up with her. Before the game had even started, he could feel the pain and punishment that always happened to them. She was one that had pain as well but since a lot of the guys liked her, she got it easy and he got worse. The way he had his thoughts, he would take all the hits if he could, so she wasn't hurt. Marisa figured this game would be the same as always. The teams were always uneven. As if the teacher liked to separate the strong from weak or something. One time it was the girls against the guys in another sport. That was even more annoying. How would anyone learn to become strong and healthy if whatnot is they're up against students stronger who could hurt them enough to almost have to skip class to recover? Marisa rubbed her left shoulder as it was still slightly sore from the previous year after the last class. Luckily she wasn't left-handed, or it would hurt more just to throw which usually she didn't. She hated throwing and would prefer to dodge as best as she could. She didn't really need help either as her endurance was pretty good despite her injury. Not long after the game had started, and Archie was running for a ball of his own. He managed to grab just one before a ball skid past his head and he felt the wind from it. He dropped and took cover but was soon back on his feet. Balls were flying everywhere, and he was managing to block them. He glanced over and saw that Marisa was doing a good job as well at dodging them. He spotted one that was headed toward her, and he got up and ran right for her. It was great timing but bad p, ace meant as he was smashed in the face with the fall, but blocked her from being hit. He landed on the hard floor right in front of her. A small, stifled giggle came from her. Not because it was funny, though. She had this weird reflex where she'd laugh accidentally when someone got hurt in a funny-like manner. It was hard to explain how it worked, and most people got angry at her for doing it, but she couldn't help it. "Are you okay?" She managed that much as she dodged another ball just before the teacher yelled out a foul, not that anyone would listen. Then she went back to his side after having dodged another ball that was from a slightly farther distance away. His face looked red, but nothing else seemed wrong. Unless it was hiding itself well... "Do you need to see the nurse?" "I think I'm fine." Archie said as he managed to get to his feet. He was dizzy and lightheaded, and everyone was laughing. If he didn't know that Marisa always laughed when he got hurt he would have been mad, but he was starting to figure her out day by day. Deep down he started to like having her around, but they never got along for so long he didn't want that to show all at once. She was the only one that cared enough to asked if he was ok, and he was glad that at least someone cared, and it was his step-sister. Once he was on his feet, his balance was way off, and he crashed to the floor again and blacked out. "Yup." She stood there shaking her head as a thought came to her. She would tease him about it later, but right now she had some responsibilities to fulfill. "Okay. Which one of you will help me carry him to the nurse's office?" Once that was said a dodgeball came flying at her, hitting her in the leg. "Yeah yeah. Very funny. Seriously. Who will help me?" Her voice was all sarcastic-like with maybe a slight annoyed tone. One of the taller guys offered to help take him to the office, and together they laid him down on a bed a bit later. Once the nurse was informed of her 'younger brother's accident', titled like that as a somewhat joke, both the students went back to class. She'd check on him later. After a while Archie wake up and was able to leave the nurse. He went to his class that was almost over. He felt bad because he tried to help Marisa, and it looks like all she did was take him there and leave. Furthermore, he wasn't sure if she was thinking the same as he thought of her, but it was alright. Furthermore, he was refusing to go to school after what had happened this morning. Furthermore, he can't take all the humility anymore, every day and moment all people did was pick on him, and he was fed up with it all. The day was just dragging on that much more after what happened. Marisa had been tired of the day since she woke up just like every other day. There were days when she wanted to give school up, but held in there. Even with the guys around almost too close for own air. She wasn't too thrilled about guys swarming all over her, but usually there was nothing she could do about that either. Marisa hadn't meant to leave the nurse's office and him there. She was concerned about the hit as it looked painful, but she figured if she was there, and he woke up, he wouldn't want her there out of embarrassment or something. She was learning him well enough living together, but there were still many things to learn. Especially at school. Archie just sat down in his desk and started into the top of it. Not long after he sat down the bell rang for lunch. He got back up and grabbed his bag, but before he could get the bag over his shoulder his bag was knocked out of his hand, and it hit the floor and his books went everywhere. He was more em barest than he already was, and just sat down on the floor and looked down with a sigh. Furthermore, he fought back the tears that were forming in his eyes. Furthermore, he grabbed some books and started to go for others. Furthermore, he thought everyone had left the room so he sat back in his best and hurried his head. Furthermore, he was giving up more and more as the day went, and holding in there was getting harder as well. His main thoughts were that Marisa would think he was too low and probably join the others. As the bell rang for lunch. Marisa stood up bag on shoulder, quickly as to not arouse the guys in the room to help her carry anything. She didn't need that. She was fully capable of doing things for herself. Maybe some days she hoped someone would help her, but not all the time. It was getting annoying. She was fighting back anger as she walked out the room and down the hallway as she aimed to pass by her brother's classroom. Not knowing why since the two didn't get along, but maybe they could eventually after a while. Who knew. As she neared the room she figured he'd been in last, she took a small peek in it hoping it to be empty, but at a desk sat someone. She walked in slowly and quietly and sat down at the desk beside him, wondering what was wrong now as he didn't seem like himself. At least not his normal self at home... Archie sat there, and he didn't hear anyone walk in but the desk beside him creeped as someone sat down. He took a small peek and realized it was Marisa, and he sat up and looked at her. "I'm tired of all this." he said as the look of pain was still on his face. "All people do I mess with me and pick on me, I'm not semi-popular like you are, no one talks just taunts." he said as his eyes watered up again. He didn't know why he was opening up to her, but now was as good enough time as any since he didn't want to fight anymore, he wanted to get alone. He wanted to have someone that talked and wouldn't mess with him, and she was the only one that did just that, so he didn't want to be mean to her anymore. "I'm sorry." he said as he looked over at her. "For how bad I have been to you, you don't deserve that from anyone and I should have seen it before." he added softly "I feel the same way. About being tired of something." She paused as she noticed the tears welling up and placed a package of Kleenex on his desk. "I'm not really all that popular... Just with the dimwitted guys here who only see what's on the outside of me and not care about who I really am. The girls at this school don't really care who I am either way." It was pretty much true. And she'd noticed it a long time ago. "The reason why people pick on you could be your lack of defense. Not to seem mean or anything, but you kind of let people walk all over you, and maybe you haven't realized it. Yet..." This was how she gave her older sister advise. Slightly harsh, but it usually got the point in. "Anyway, apology accepted." Although the way he'd usually treat her at home would be a pretty good method for him to use at school. But she wouldn't say that as she'd prefer her riddles to be figured out by the person she said them to. "I've been acting a bit badly myself. Especially with what I say... I apologize for that, too." She stood up from the desk and tucked the chair in before walking toward the door. "We'd better hurry before lunchtime is over." Archie whipped his eyes as she spoke to him. She was making since, but he didn't know how to up his defenses like she suggested. He got up as well and walked over to her. "Thanks, and I promise to treat you better." he said to her with a small smile. If he just got along better with her, then maybe he could believe in himself better, and treat the other as bad as he treated her. They walked down to the lunchroom, and he got some food and sat down. He didn't know if she would eat with him or go back with the other people she usually ate with. He quietly ate and thought of what she had told him as the bell rang again. Marisa had joined him at the table anyway as she wanted to try discussing more on the topic of defense, but as soon as she'd sat down to eat lunch, the guys were at it again, practically forcing her to sit with them and away from who they considered 'the loser', but never said it near him, probably knowing how sensitive he was or something. She'd given him a 'sorry' look before being somewhat dragged or pushed away as her defense wasn't so good either, despite her advice earlier. If she couldn't keep up with her own defense tactics, how was she supposed to teach someone else about them? At the table soon after that she felt a bit guilty of what happened as she glanced at him every so often before the bell rang. They'd have different classes till the last one came around where they'd have a same class again. Archie had a bad feeling hit him as if something that mattered was being pulled away from him as the guy took her. The hurt feeling stayed there, and he didn't know why she talked about defending if she didn't even try herself. He kind of just figured that she wanted to be with them more than being with him. He got up at the bell and grabbed his things and headed out, looking back at her one last time. Her face was stuck in his mind, and all he thought about the new few classes was about her. Could he be treating her bad just because he didn't want to admit the truth? That he actually liked her, more than just being a new step-sister? The bell rang a last class, and he walked into the room and sat in his usual spot in the far back alone from all the others. He knew she always sat in the front so he didn't even bother looking as he pulled out his homework. This class seemed to be the only one she could go to in order to get away from everyone and anything. Not one of the boys who thought she was cute and just cute was in that class as it was one of those optional ones where to some maybe it seemed a bit too girlish. Or boring. In any case she was safe since this was the last class of the day, and she could do her usual after school routine. She'd zip out of the room and out of the school as quickly as possible after it was done just to get home quickly and away from school. Marisa really only sat in the front of the class during what was called 'homespun' just to see the board better. That and the teacher who... Well, she kind of liked... But would have to forget about eventually... Today however, seeing how depressed her brother had been earlier that day, Marisa would part with that seat, despite it being her favorite, and go to another as she quietly took the seat next to him. Archie was a bit surprised when he saw Marisa walk over and sit beside him, no one ever did that. "Thank you." he managed to say as he looked over at her. He usually slept through this class, not because it was Boeing, but because he was tired from the day. He had a good reason to stay awake this time, and as he worked on homework he looked over every once in a while. Furthermore, he had a faint smile on, and it was all because she was there, she made him feel safe for some reason. "So what happened at lunch? I don't like when they drag you away like that." he said, and it came out a bit different that he usually spoke to her. He just didn't want the one person that he could get along with get pulled away as well, and he would try and stop it next time. "It couldn't be helped... They're stronger than I am... Physically. Plus..." She didn't want to say it, but she didn't want to seem rude by telling them she'd rather be elsewhere. Then there was the fear about being teased for which path she'd take instead. And she wasn't ready for that. It didn't show, though, what she was thinking right now, as she went to doing her own homework. "Never mind..." She paused, turning a page in her textbook. "And no problem. It feels relaxing in this area of the classroom." She pulled out a pencil, accidentally dropping it on the floor. She bent over and picked it up, hiding her slight embarrassment. "What are you working on?" "Alight. If you say so." Archie said as he looked over at her. He didn't want to sound mean, but he didn't like her being pulled around just because the guys liked her looks. There was more to her than that, and he knew it. She was smart and had a good head on her shoulder, the thing they both had against them was the fact that their parents were not rich like the others. "I'm working on the math homework for tomorrow, what about you?" he asked as he looked over at her desk. She was the closest person he had to a friend, and he wanted things to stay that way, plus he would work on standing up for himself more as well. He still didn't want to be at school, and he was thinking of trying to just skip out tomorrow, but he didn't know if she would let him get away with it. "Math? Ugh. I'd prefer reading something rather than do that. Anyway. What I'm working on is..." She had to check the cover of the textbook quickly as she somehow forgot, her mind going into slight micro sleeps or something. "Looks like Science..." Another subject she hated, but at least with this type of science she could blow things up and see the reactions of mixed chemicals which was usually interesting to see. Somehow, without knowing what he was thinking, she felt the same way, him being the only one she could really talk to about things and consider a friend. The other guys would never listen to her when she said something. They'd just be at awe with any cute motion she made... She was slightly reading his mind again or so when she also thought about ditching school the next day. She may try to stop him from doing it, but when she wanted to do it, too... It would seem like a bad influence since she was supposed to be the responsible one... And should probably go anyway while dragging him behind if she wanted to. Or even could... The way Archie was feeling toward Marisa, if she still went to school, he wanted to go as well so if he could, keep an eye out and help her for once. He didn't want her pulled away anymore, and would stand up for that. He chuckled slightly as her comment and went back to his homework. "What you think is planned for tonight?" he asked her quietly. He didn't know if it was another night where their parents went out again and left them alone, or if they were staying home for the night. He just wanted to try something different for once, and spend some time with her after school. Furthermore, he usually stayed to himself and was mean, but after today he had a change in mind and started to like being with her. "Probably the same thing I always plan on doing." She pulled out something from her bag and flashed it in his direction before putting it away. Every evening she'd start and finish a part of a series she'd started before going onto another series. Series of books that was. She really enjoyed reading and could never put the book down for anything. Not even for food, which was probably why she had her own mini refrigerator in her room. So, if she was hungry or thirsty, she'd stand up, book in front of face and open the door, quickly grabbing something from there, didn't matter what usually, then closed it before heading back to her bed. "Why do you ask?" They're parents wouldn't be home that night either which made it easier for her to do that without too many interruptions. "I didn't know if you wanted to do something for once?" Archie asked "I mean with me." he added. The second part came out kind of hesitant and nervous. He wasn't too sure if she would ever want to do anything with hi. Considering how they acted toward each other for the past year or so. Since she was she is only friend, and he was considering changing so he could get closer to her, he thought it was worth the shot. While he was waiting for her answer, he completed a few problems from his homework. Time was getting closer to leaving, and he was happy for that. School was a drag for him, and he would rather be doing what he always did behind his mothers back, video games. His family wasn't rich or anything, and he managed to rack in some money of its own and bought himself a system, and he hid out to play. It was getting to the point where he would rather be with someone because the lonely less was starting to get old fast. "Hmm? Do something? With me?" She didn't think anyone cared to do that, her being a complete bookworm and always hiding her face in a book. Every hour if she wanted to. Also on the go, too usually... But... Going out somewhere besides her usual spots of the library and bookstores... It could be fun... She thought... She knew about his little trickery of sneaking his video games from the parents, but restrained from giving him an evil grin of knowing. Furthermore, she didn't know the part of him being bored with them, though as she could not read minds. Her parents didn't know of her own habit of reading her series instead of doing homework when they weren't home. So in that case they were perhaps even, but she usually hid that habit well. She gave it another thought, about his offer of going somewhere and stood up after the bell rang. "Sure. I'll go somewhere with you. We can discuss where on our way home from school." She was still being her somewhat coltish self as she walked out of the room to her locker, books in arms as she hugged them to her chest. It wasn't as if she was trying to be rude... It was just the way she was when it came to anyone asking her out besides one of the other guys. In those cases she'd walk away without an answer which to them made her even more irresistible. This was the first time she'd been asked out and actually wanted to go somewhere with someone. She wasn't sure how to handle it besides the way she was used to. Archie instantly thought he was rejected, and sighed as he got his things packed and headed to his locker as well. He packed his almost dry cloths into his back and slowly walked out to where they always met up after school. As he walked he kept his eyes down and thought, mainly about her. He didn't want to be like all the other guys in the school, he wanted to be himself and have a good time with her. He also wasn't to sure if she was thinking that he was taking her out on a date or not, but that's what he thought just on how she acted before walking away. He is satin the ledge outside the school and waited, after not seeing her right away he stated thinking that she blew him off and was already on her way home. Furthermore, he jumped down and started walking slowly backwards shoe could see if she was on her way. Marisa had taken a bit longer getting her things together and just as she was closing her locker door, she noticed a guy on the other side of the door. Sighing she started to walk away after locking her locker, not wanting to talk to him, despite being probably the most popular student at school. She cared not for that type of thing, despite being part of the crowd herself. She'd been trying to get out of that for years. As she walked, Marisa could feel her shoulder being grabbed by the strong arm of the football team captain, him, the guy who was following her, and she was being dragged back. "Release me." She responded in her cold manner she would usually use with the 'guys'. She felt herself being turned around and just as she was facing the guy, she managed to kick him in the shin, causing him to flinch which allowed her to make a getaway. Furthermore, she calmly walked out the building to greet her brother, this time with a smile seemingly used as a cover-up for what just happened. "Sorry. Have you waited long?" Usually it was her who was waiting for him. At least that's how she thought it was... Archie smiled when he saw her and he waited again. "A little, bit it's ok, everything alright with you today?" he asked seeing she was usually the first one out. He didn't think about it anymore and started walking once she was with him. "So about tonight." he brought it up one last time and if it was shot down he would stop. He was nervous, she was the first one that he had asked like this, and he didn't know if people would think it weird that he was actually a tarting to like his new sister. He would try and protect her the best he could, her words of advice before lunch helped him think a lot, and he was glad for that. The nit was still young, and he really had no idea what they would do. "You want to still try being with me tonight?" he finally asked, and his nerves were very noticeable. "Fine. Though I am getting ready to want to learn karate or something." It was a joke. One of those hypothetical things she could never learn to do, but wanted to try just to defend herself from football guys. And any other who approached. Even if it would take a while... She wasn't very athletic and cared not to be with so many books to read. Which was another thing that bothered her... So absorbed... So withdrawn... Made her nervous, too. "Yeah..." Always spaced out, not really paying attention most of the time... As she stood there staring at the sky for a bit now. Bad habit. Leaning against the wall the way she did, too was also unhelpful. Caused pain later on. "Sure. It's not quite evening yet. With our parent's gone and with it being the weekend, there's no curfew." She stood up normally as she looked around the corner in case of guys before pacing. "I just hope I can be tolerated..." Archie looked a bit confused as he looked over at her. "What you mean be tolerated? You're not a bad person." he said as he couldn't help but to be honest. He might hot have been the best person toward Marisa, but he knew her better than the guys at school. They just wanted to be around her because she was cute, while he wanted to be around her because she understood how he felt all the time. He couldn't tell if she was honest about the whole karate thing, but if she was going to try and defend herself, he wanted to try at least and join as well. He wanted to be able to stop the guys from taking her away all the time. He was thinking of what they could do that night, since their parents will be out again. Furthermore, he wasn't to sure what was open, he muses wanted to spend time with her, his only true friend. Furthermore, he didn't have too much money because his mother stopped giving it to him once she realized it was going away fast, but he thought about a movie or something would work for them. Furthermore, he still didn't know what she thought about him, but he hoped something good would come of it all. "We'll... I've always either had myself hidden away from people, reading a book I found and then if with people I'd continue to read even when their talking to me. Or that's all I talk about if they ask, usually when comparing it and real life events. Most people can't stand it, but stay anyway. I guess to be polite. Others leave saying they have things to do when really they mean to me to shut up or talk about something else for a while or something." It was usually true which was probably why in the near past she'd given up on having any close friends besides family, but even then... She tried a book club, but that didn't help... "Anyway... That's what I meant by being tolerated. Doesn't have anything to do with whether I'm a bad person or not." She wasn't sure why she was talking so much today about these things. She never did it before, but somehow... Everything was coming out. But now Marisa would have to also think about what they could do. Movie? Didn't seem to appeal her, not being much of a movie person. She could give these video games he enjoyed so much a try... Or something... Archie looked at her as she spoke, the was soothing about her that he was just being drawn in by her. He didn't care what they did he just wanted to spend time with her for once. He wanted to be nice to her to make up for all termite he treated hr bad. She was a good person in his mind, and she should be treated that way instead of how she has always been treated while they were at school. As they walked the sun was shining rather than the ran from the morning. The birds were chirping, and the wind was slightly blowing. Everyone that walked their path had already turned off and they were almost home. "Can I ask an odd question?" he asked looking at her. "Were you happy knowing your dad was getting married to my mother?" he asked softly. His mother was always treated badly, and he didn't like it at first, and he wasn't nice toward Marisa because deep down he kinda did like her, but he just didn't show it, but now his eyes opened, and he just wanted to open up a bit at a time toward her. "To be honest, I was thinking my father was crazy to get married again after my mother passed away. I was also afraid that after he married someone new after just a week or so of dating, he'd completely forget about my own mother, his first love. His high school girlfriend at that as well. He started dating days after she was gone as if he didn't care. That's not enough time to grieve over someone he'd loved for years, but..." What could she do then? She must have grieved for the both of them it was so bad. Perhaps that's why he met someone new. Someone to act as a second mother who she recently found out had also lost her mother around the same age. Maybe, but maybe not, her father knew about that and thought they could try to grieve together or talk it over as to how they felt. But she was one of those who liked to deal with those things on her own, no matter how hard the new mother tried then. Marisa was over the grieving stage now as far as crying went, but sometimes memories would come flying back and make her feel uncomfortable. She also felt a bit guilty for having pushed back someone in her almost time of need. She was thinking all this as she walked, not paying much attention to anything else. "I'm sorry to hear about all that, my dad pawed too, and it took me a while to get over him not coming home. He left for work, and passed while he was out patrolling, he was an officer. Mom never told me what happened, but I found the article the paper." he said this was the first time he had spoke of it, and knew it had to be off his chest. "Mom found your dad about two months after he was gone, and she held onto him, I guess." he said again as they walked. He couldn't tell if she was paying attention or not, but he spoke anyway. "I'm glad I have someone to talk with though" he stated and looked at her. Something snapped her back to reality then as she turned to face him stopping in her tracks. "Two months!? Where was I? I knew they'd been dating for a week or so but... Two months?" Was she busy doing something then? Probably her grieving, but still. She would have noticed something going on with her father as he seemed all happy or something. Had he been dating this woman when her mother was still in the hospital or did they just meet somewhere and were friends till the not so faithful day when she was lost... Marisa didn't know, but there was a tinge of anger starting to arise from somewhere deep inside. If her father was lying to her about this whole thing... Things could get bad... Luckily neither of them were home so she could blame no one. She wasn't going to release that anger either. Not on the innocent... She calmed herself down before responding, however. "Well I'm glad to know that anyway. It's sometimes nice to let things like those out. Even when it's around that time of month when it may have happened." It was for her. Near the end of the month, next week, would be her mother's anniversary of when she passed. "I'm glad we could talk about it." The anger was still there, but quite unnoticeable. She hoped. He stopped when she did and looked at her. He could tell that it just upset her and got her mad. "I didn't mean to upset you, and I'm not sure where you were. There was about a month and a half gap between dad passing, and your dad stepping in the picture. When they met she didn't let him go, it was like she saw some dad in him too." he said as he looked at her. Things happened so fast after that day, and he was hurt a lot. He didn't talk to people, and barely his own mother. School was bad as well, but he managed to push through more teasing and bullying. When he saw her fit the first time they were introduced, there was a feeling he couldn't explain. The feeling of liking someone but yet they couldn't know, so things were not so easy. He felt bad for these times. "Yea me too." he said softly. He looked down at the ground as they continued walked back home. "Any ideas what we want to do?" he asked her again not getting eye contact too much after his comment about their parents.

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This thread is invite only Name: Lana Greenfield Age: 23 (Deceased) Race: Human Height: 5'8" Hair: Blond Eyes: Blue Appearance: Lana is young and fair, with softly tanned skin, shining golden hair and bright blue eyes. She wears a somewhat revealing suit of armor, one that does little to cover up most of her body, though she does tend to walk around with a large cloak wrapped around her body. Her most notable features are her breasts which, given their large size, tend to have a little bounce to them as she walks around.​Bio:​ Lana is the youngest daughter of Lord Carlin and the Lady League, two prominent nobles in the rich Emerald Kingdom. She has two older siblings: her brother Marcus and her sister Mariel. From a young age Lana knew that she was destined for something great. She had heard stories of knights and their noble deeds, of magic and enchantment, of a 'happily-ever-after'. Every so often Lana would sneak out from her family's estate and go visit the nearby castle where King Solomon ruled. Though she was often scolded for troubling such an important person with her foolish nonsense, the old King could only laugh at her ferocious nature and curious spirit. When Lana turned twelve she became one of the maids serving in the Royal household. She moved out of her father's house and into the castle, living there for the next five years. But her chores and duties weren't simply limited to sweeping the tiled floors or sewing. King Solomon allowed the young woman to assist his knights in their training, and from them, she learned how to fight. And she could fight well, better than most her own age. Her time spent in the castle only solidified her desire to go out into the world and seek out new adventures. Lana had a suit of armor crafted for her, and though it seemed to be a bit too revealing, she was assured that its magical properties would protect her from harm. Yet even so, Lana didn't want everyone gawking at her outfit, so she bought a large cloak to wrap around her body, shielding her from gazing eyes and appearing quite normal out in public. Lana has since been traveling for the past year and a half, and she has made quite a few friends along the way, including Selwyn whom she holds a deep-seated affection for. But she has never gotten the chance to explore her feelings, as after one adventure they split company and she returned home. Since then Lana has stopped at a small village called Westbrook, having agreed to meet some of her closest friends for a sort of reunion, and the possible prospect of another adventure. Though looking for rest and the company of loved ones, Westbrook was nearly torn apart in a savage attack by a masked assassin. Though Lana and her friends managed to keep the villain from completely destroying the village and its inhabitants, they were not able to repel him a second time. After Hugo renewed his assaults, Won took Midnight to a safe location, leaving Lana to deal with their intruder. It would be the last Lana saw her friends, for she gave up her life trying to defeat the spiteful creature. ​ Name:Selwyn "Won" TelcontarAge: 42 (looks about 21)Race:Half-Elf (see bio)Height:5'10"Hair:Brown with dark green tips and highlights Eyes:Blue, the exact shade changing depending on his mood and the magic he is using. Appearance:Won is tall and lean, with a body of wiry, agile muscle. He is long of limb, his skin pale, a hint darker since he has started to adventure. His hair is somewhat long, and used to hide his pointed ears most of the time, as he has learned that there are many who either do not like elves or are afraid of them. His face is noble and finely featured with cunning eyes and high cheekbones. He wears well-made adventuring clothes in shades of blue from dark or royal, brown leather bracers and knee-high boots. He does often wear the wide brimmed, pointed hat associated with wizards, the point bent and flopped over backwards. He carries a staff of ash surmounted with a round crystal orb that the wood seems to have grown around and has a short sword and dagger belted at his waist but wears no other arms or armor. Bio:Selwyn Telcontar never knew his parents, nor does he even know who they were. He knows that the lovely and kind elf woman who raised him, Manor, is a foster mother, but has never told him of his origins. Nor has anyone else for his entire life. He grew up in the great seat of power of the High Elves, and was soon found to have a capacity for magic far beyond that of even normal elves. Manor enrolled him in a prestigious magical academy where he excelled, not only in what he was taught, but in using magic and spells in unusual or unexpected ways. Upon finishing his initial studies, he was offered the Path of the Quest of the Path of the Book. Though counseled by Manor, his friends, and his teachers to do otherwise, he chose the Quest. Wanting to see the world he'd only studied about, and secretly hoping to find out some of the clues of his unknown parentage, Won left his home on the day he came "of age." On his travels, he met up with the gorgeous and valorous human warrior Lana and her companions, becoming part of her party. For many months he traveled with them, coming to harbor a quiet, secret crush for the well-endowed fighter. After a particularly successful adventure left him with a number of arcane tomes to study, the group parted, promising to meet up again at a set time and place. Months later, that time has come. Leaving his home again, Won finds himself looking forward to the open road, to the challenge of beast and spell and trap, to the camaraderie of the campfire and battle, to seeing his friends...and to seeing her. And maybe, maybe this time...he'll be able to tell her. Maybe. {"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} Name: Jo "Midnight" Wilkens (human name); Silken Hunter Proven by Midnight (Feline tribal name) Age: 23 Race: Human (with Feline elements conferred magically) Height: 5'9" Hair: Black Eyes: Black (with hints of Gold) Appearance: Midnight is slender, lithe, with hints of curves in all the right places and athletic musculature everywhere else. Her outfits tend to mixtures of black, white, and red, the traditional colors of The Hunter Caste among her adoptive people. She sports rather unusual footwear, and claims that this too is traditional. She has her father's dark eyes, and her mother's exotic elegance.​Bio:​There are times when good things come of tragedy. Midnight Wilkens, it could be argued, is one of those good things. The nomadic Feline tribes occasionally nestle down on a permanent basis, forsaking their roving retinoid instincts for a place of smoother continuity. One such tribe, The Line of Pouncing Shadow, chose to settle themselves in a large wooded clearing by the side of a pure and mighty stream. Unfortunately, a village of humans, called Bough shade, had already based themselves in another such clearing by the very same stream less than a league away. The diminished fishing and hunting caused by the increased population inspired great rumblings among the humans. This led to long years of feuding, the humans demanding that The Line move along, The Line insisting that their right to dwell there was just as inalienable as that of the residents of Bough shade. For the most part, this feuding resulted only in squabbling... ...but one thing led to another, and to everyone's surprise the feud suddenly came to a head. There were fires and screaming and whole acres of the forest were lost. Many tears were shed and gallons of blood stained the landscape. It was horrendous, and when the ashes settled, both sides saw the portentousness for what it was, and they were mutually ashamed. So many people of both species had been killed that it would be doubtful that either the village or the tribe would survive the next Winter, and thus they entered into a pact. They merged their settlements into one, and lived as one people, and fought alongside each other instead of against each other. Still, this would not prove enough, as The Hunter Caste-members of The Line had been all but slain, and things looked bleak indeed. They would survive the current generation, but in the longer-term...? Elders of both peoples discussed their options, and it so happened that Glinting Eye Sees Much, the shamanistic spirit-woman of The Line, knew a spell that would graft onto human children much of the physical and spiritual nature of The Feline, essentially making them part-human, part-retinoid. They would be graceful as cats, gifted predators, and yet still as versatile as humans. They would appear perfectly human, and thus could move among humans without the racial prejudices and labeling that often haunted The Feline. Furthermore, they would train with Grey of Mane Sharp of Claw, the sole remaining Hunter of The Line, to become just as formidable in hunting and tracking and fighting as those The Line had lost. The oldest of the dozen human children chosen for this grafting, this training, was Jo Wilkens, daughter of Johnson and Claimed Wilkens. She had been thirteen years old. The last ten years have been interesting for her. Abilities: Midnight can see in the dark, hide in shadows, track prey and foe by scent and sound. Her increased senses include heightened spacial awareness and kinesthetic. She moves in near-silence even over troublesome terrain, and can scamper up near-vertical surfaces-- and, occasionally, cling to them --a technique which is aided by her ability to leap thirty-foot vertical distances from a standing start, or seventy-foot horizontal distances from a run. She is agile and flexible and strong. Furthermore, she always lands on her feet. Furthermore, she heals quickly. Midnight can handle herself bare-handed against much larger foes, but if push comes to shove she breaks out the weaponry, generally throwing daggers or a bow and arrows, or a pair of matching wakizashi-issue short swords. Either way, she is formidable. In times of extreme duress, she can sprout claws from her fingertips and toes to aid in climbing or combat, but doing so is painful for her. Personality: She is solemn and reserved in times of quiet, and ferocious in times of passion or violence, though there are times in-between when a certain girlish sense of humor sneaks through. Fiercely protective of those she calls family and those she calls friends, Midnight would be an asset to nearly any party. This would include the one gathering in Westbrook once more, a party she already counts among those she calls friends. ******** “I am of The People, man. What I seek, I find. What I hunt, I take. I can hide in a shadow. My teeth are sharp enough to cut bone. I run on four legs as easily as two. I am kin to Darrow and night gaunt. Furthermore, I owe allegiance to none born and fear nothing. Furthermore, I want the woman.” -From Sandman, by Neil Gaiman.​ Just waiting on one more, and then we can get the IC started =) Name: Tanya Fainauriel Race: Elvish, wood Age: 115 (appears about 19 or 20 by human standard.) Height: 5'2" Weight: 105 pounds. Hair Color: Blonde Eye Color: Green Appearance: Tanya is slim and slight of build. Her long golden blonde hair is worn a bit longer than most of her profession, but she is young by the ways of her kind. Her green eyes hold a glint of humor even in the darkest times. Bio: Tanya is the daughter of a highly regarded Elvish silver smith and a chandler. She has no noble blood to her, but she is still an elf first and foremost. She has been trained for decades in the ways of hunting and in the ways of the warrior. Her early life is a blissful story of peace and prosperity, until she came of the age of training. Then it became an endless time of early hours, backbreaking work and many brushes with death. For despite the belief that the Elvish people are all cultured and high bowed they have existed for many a century and there has to be a reason why this is. The reason for this is that they train their children from the age of twenty until they have cleared their first century in whatever trade the student wishes to learn. Tanya chose first to spend time learning the ways of the hunt, and after she mastered those at an unprecedented age she chose to learn the ways of the warrior completing those in her one hundred and tenth year of age. She has spent the last five of her years as an adventurer, finding ways to put both of her professions to their best uses.​ Hangar looks perfect *smiles*I have to go to work in about fifteen minutes, so I won't be able to get the IC up and running. Hugo Kiyaburo Hugo KiyaburoAge: 27Height: 6'9"Weight: 175 lbs. Eyes: Greenware: Blackface: Human Attitude: The planet was constructed to serve only one race, the Human Race. Hugo believes that every living thing is either Human or Beast, the Beasts include any non-human subspecies, including higher apes like elves and dwarves, or deceptive cats which take human form. As far as Hugo is concerned he is cleansing the world of sympathetic predators which other humans might make the mistake of pitying or even befriending. He has come to the mainland to exterminate all infestations of Beasts as well as any Humans who might stand in his way. History: Hailing from the Far Eastern Islands his view of other races is clouded by generations of bloodshed. Elves have been at war with the humans for control of the islands for generations. Hugo was born to the Kiyaburo Clan, his family rearing him in their warrior traditions and secret rituals. By his 18th birthday Hugo had surpassed his elders, etching his name among the legendary swordsmen in the blood of countless enemies. By the time he turned 21 his family sent him away from the islands to seek the even strongholds and assassinate their leaders." You keep killing and killing my son, but they just keep shipping more Beasts from the Mainland. You must kill a tree at its roots if you want it to stop growing." For the past 5 years he has been a one-man genocide sweeping the various provinces of this land with no intentions of stopping. Abilities: A martial arts master, he has mastered a number of techniques utilizing his blades and trained body to achieve many things most humans would consider impossible. His magic, however, is limited mostly to mysticism and superstition. Though his theatrics and knowledge of elemental mysteries often serve to convince his enemies that he has magical powers. Name: Made Trent Age: 20Race: Human Height: 5'6"Hair: Brown Eyes: Green Appearance: Made prefers to be armored more than armed; the basics of her weaponry consisting of a few daggers and smoke bombs. Rarely found without her hunter green cloak, the inner lining to it actually home to numerous pockets for Made to house her few weapons and stolen objects. Her most prized possession is the crest in her belt;. A symbol that may seem insignificant to those who are unaware of its meaning. Bio: Made rarely speaks to others about her heritage, not because she's ashamed, but more the fact it would only lead to far more trouble than she cares to be involved in. Daughter of the Thief King Tasman, she has the same obsession with rarities and riches as her father- but is still lacking in the same level of skill, and could be considered a bit of a klutz at times. Because of this, she relies on her charms to get out of the more awkward situations she often finds herself in, as well as the gifts passed on to her by her thieving father. Wanting now to prove her worth to her father, Made has taken it upon herself to find the one piece that will leave him in awe. As to what this mystery object is, she's still unsure... but she'll do whatever it takes to find it, even if that means taking advantage of a few people along the way. All your characters are amazing, and I'll get started on the IC as soon as I can =) IC thread is up, and feel free to post. I plan on editing mine a bit later, but need to run IC thread: Yay! And kudos on the first posts all. I'll be getting mine up in the next day. I am looking forward to this. Shit Disturber1 Heap', Help' of trouble coming up Aphid said: "... I told you it was worms." Click to expand... :: dies laughin' :: Glad you liked it. Aphid said: Glad you liked it. Click to expand... If my bedroom had aisles, I would have been rolling in the aisles. As it was, I was ROTFLMAOASTC!(rolling on the floor, laughing my ass off and scaring the cats) Lit Shark said: 1 Heap', Help' of trouble coming up Click to expand... "When The Shit jumps off, what the' fuck you going to do? Damnit feels good to be a gangster." Also, I have been reading "Wayfarer's Moon" for inspiration, in case anyone wants to take a look.(This is going to be splendid.) Heeled. She said "patch." Sorry I haven't posted to the thread yet, but I'll have one up before I count some sheep ^_^ this be one power packed thread. Anyways, it's 3 AM, and I am dead tired. I'll be at work all day tomorrow (10-7), so if you guys need to feel free to move my character around a bit. TearsoftheWorld said: this be one power packed thread. Click to expand... I agree. There's something very "Princess Monotone" about all of this.(Bear in mind, clicking this link? The part I'm referring to happens about 6:59 into the clip; you all'll know what I mean when you see it.) Sorry 'bout not posting... Got wicked sick. Just getting over it today. Mephistopheles said: Sorry 'bout not posting... Got wicked sick. Just getting over it today. Click to expand... Ash! That sucks, Lily, m'sorry. Feel better please? Yeah, get well soon, Lily. We miss ya! I would like to apologize for my own absence as well, I had an unexpected visitor appear and stay a while. It was a very welcomed visitor though. Still, I’m sorry if I left you all in the lurch. S'okay. My girl's been rippin' shit up. Hope that's okay. ^_^;Did you have a good time with your visitor, Aphid? ’D Wonderful, actually, thank you for asking. And she tore it up, all right. She rocks pretty hard.I'll try not to let her back up disappear on her next time. Aphid said: Wonderful, actually, thank you for asking. And she tore it up, all right. She rocks pretty hard. I'll try not to let her back up disappear on her next time. Click to expand... S'okay. I'm pretty sure it's a defining trait of Midnight's that she goes charging off and biting more than she can chew. : grins :: She always does this, the crazy bit. And your last post was freakin' mythic/epic. Way to be magical, and the roof-jump! Wyn is badass. Won is Win. Also? Let's have a round of applause for the scary-ass bad guy, yeah? Scared the shit out of me with the sword thing, cutting her clothes, I really thought he was going further. Never have I heard "The Princess Bride" referenced to such sinister purpose. Nice work, Shark! Thank you! That's really great to hear. And I agree completely, Lit Shark hit this one out of the park. *applauds* Great job on this character. He's fantastic, and you've written him masterfully. I really hate him.lol Aphid said: Thank you! That's really great to hear. And I agree completely, Lit Shark hit this one out of the park. *applauds* Great job on this character. He's fantastic, and you've written him masterfully. I really hate him. Lol Click to expand... I know, right?" The Devil quotes Scripture to his purpose."(Little Flash Fact for you all: that's not even in The Bible. Dude named Bill put that in his "Merchant of Venice.") Bah, sorry I haven't had a chance to respond to the thread yet. I'll try and bust out a response before I start counting sheep =) Chasnicollette said: Also? Let's have a round of applause for the scary-ass bad guy, yeah? Scared the shit out of me with the sword thing, cutting her clothes, I really thought he was going to hurt her. Never have I heard "The Princess Bride" referenced to such sinister purpose. Nice work, Shark! Click to expand... I'm glad to be validated! I spent most of last night watching ninja scroll and drinking sake-bombs until 8am to get in character. Glad it seems to have paid off Heather was a bit worried that I might be getting a wee bit carried away, I have in the past been guilty of getting too full of my character's selves and overdoing things. I'm glad you're all good sports. This is probably the most fun I've had in a thread for some time. Hope it stays hot. Having a blast! Glad to be working with such a fine crew of talented artists. Thanks to Tears for organizing this.PS: Best wishes to Lily, feel better soon. No worries about not posting, I've had to put Prom Night and Dr. on the back burners, but they are far from forgotten. Your posts are worth the waiting! *Crawls into Tears' bed*I'm trying to get some posts out. Might be a bit on the short side, so I apologize for that.... Mephistopheles said: *Crawls into Tears' bed* Click to expand... *perks up and then cuddles with Mephisto* TearsoftheWorld said: *perks up and then cuddles with Mephisto* Click to expand... :: fidgets for a moment, then throws caution to the wind, climbs in and spoons Tears as she cuddles Lily... hopes to god she doesn't get kicked out of bed... :: Chasnicollette said: :: fidgets for a moment, then throws caution to the wind, climbs in and spoons Tears as she cuddles Lily... hopes to god she doesn't get kicked out of bed... :: Click to expand... What wouldn't I give to be the meat in THIS sandwich?::Uses a smoke bomb to cover his siege on the bed:: Lit Shark said: What wouldn't I give to be the meat in THIS sandwich? :Uses a smoke bomb to cover his siege on the bed:: Click to expand... AGH! No boys allowed!:: pauses, checks with the other two ::Wait. Am I even allowed? Chasnicollette said: AGH! No boys allowed! : pauses, checks with the other two :: Wait. Am I even allowed? Click to expand... ::Lands on his dome at the foot of the bed with an inexpiable nose bleed.::Worth a shot...::Starts building a clubhouse for the Boy:: {"light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. 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Aphid said: *handing Lit Shark a few planks for the tree house* If you look at the first one, the nosebleeds are very, very explainable, thank you. I, too, am envious of you three, but aroused, lol. Click to expand... Oh. Animenosebleeds!:: blushes fiercely ::Now get it. Mephistopheles said: Mainly the first two, but the third ain't bad either. Click to expand... For now, I hope this will do: Chasnicollette said: For now, I hope this will do: Click to expand... That's wonderful. I'm not going to get in on this, it's started, and I'm afraid of holding it all up, but this is some fine writing you're doing. I'd love to get in on it, but I will stay out. Furthermore, I think it's being written much better than I could accomplish. Alanis Morissette - "Can't" I'd be lying if I said I was completely unscathed I might be proving you right with my silence or my retaliation would I be letting you win in my non reaction? How would I explain? How would I explain this to my children if I had them? Because I can't because I can't because I can't afford to be misread one more time would I be whining if I said I needed a hug? Would you feel slighted if I said your love's not enough? How can I complain? How can I complain when I'm the one who reaches for it? Because I can't because I can't because I cannot walk without my crutches because I can't because I can't because I can't help wonder why you ask me to all the unheard wisdom in the schoolyard you think you're the right ones you think you're the charmed ones I'm sure how can you go on with such conviction? And who do you think you are why do you question me? Because we can't because we can't because we can't help laugh at underestimations because we can't because we can't because we can't afford to be misled one more time because we can't because we can't because we cannot help without your willingness why do you affect me? Why do you affect me still? Why do you hinder me? Why do you hinder me still? Why do you unnerve? Why do you unnerve me still? Why do you trigger me? Why do you trigger me still?​ Alanis Morissette - "All I Really Want" Do I stress you out My sweater is on backwards and inside out And you say how appropriate I don't want to dissect everything today I don't mean to pick you apart you see But I can't help it There I go jumping before the gunshot has gone off Slap me with a splintered ruler And it would knock me to the floor if I wasn't there already If only I could hunt the hunter And all I really want is some patience A way to calm the angry voice And all I really want is deliverance Do I wear you out You must wonder why I'm so relentless and all strung out I'm consumed by the chill of solitary I'm like Estella I like to reel it in and then spit it out I'm frustrated by your apathy And I am frightened by the corrupted ways of this land If only I could meet the Maker And I am fascinated by the spiritual man I am humbled by his humble nature What I wouldn't give to find a soulmate Someone else to catch this drift And what I wouldn't give to meet a kindred Enough about me, let's talk about you for a minute Enough about you, let's talk about life for a while The conflicts, the craziness and the sound of pretenses Falling all around...all around Why are you so petrified of silence Here can you handle this? Did you think about your bills, your ex, your deadlines Or when you think you're going to die Or did you long for the next distraction And all I need now is intellectual intercourse A soul to dig the hole much deeper And I have no concept of time other than it is flying If only I could kill the killer All I really want is some peace man a place to find a common ground And all I really want is a wavelength All I really want is some comfort A way to get my hands untied And all I really want is some justice...​ chronicle_ten said: That's wonderful? I'm not going to get in on this, it's started, and I'm afraid of holding it all up, but this is some fine writing you're doing. I'd love to get in on it, but I will stay out. Furthermore, I think it's being written much better than I could accomplish. Click to expand... :: hugs! : Chasnicollette said: :: hugs! : Click to expand... *hugs too*Ten, I'd love to have you on board. Ring with you would be like the icing on a cake ^_^ Lit, before I make my last post I would like to spend you a PM as well as Tears. I have an idea about things in this world that might be fun. Do I have the two of your permissions to PM this to you for your input? Wildfire said: Lit, before I make my last post I would like to spend you a PM as well as Tears. I have an idea about things in this world that might be fun. Do I have the two of your permissions to PM this to you for your input? Click to expand... You needn't be so formal with me Wild, I'm always glad to get PMs. Particularly PMs with fresh ideas from lovely ladies. Hit me up! Lit Shark said: You needn't be so formal with me Wild, I'm always glad to get PMs. Particularly PMs with fresh ideas from lovely ladies. Hit me up! Click to expand... I concur. Hit me baby =) If nobody minds I'm going to time jump forward to morning in my next post. Anybody who has business they still want to conduct in the nighttime (in the way of regrouping or plotting) let me know or get the posts in.Otherwise, I'll be writing about morning soon. Lit Shark said: If nobody minds I'm going to time jump forward to morning in my next post. Anybody who has business they still want to conduct in the nighttime (in the way of regrouping or plotting) let me know or get the posts in. Otherwise, I'll be writing about morning soon. Click to expand... I love it when you take charge. Gets me all hot and bothered >=) TearsoftheWorld said: I love it when you take charge. Gets me all hot and bothered Sgt;=) Click to expand... Tears hot and bothered =Chastity hot and bothered.:: blushes a fierce pink! : TearsoftheWorld said: I love it when you take charge. Gets me all hot and bothered Sgt;=) Click to expand... Ohhh baby, IOC flirting does the same thing to me... you sexy, East Coast mama. What a hot and bothered lot we are. IOC Orgy anyone? Lit Shark said: Ohhh baby, IOC flirting does the same thing to me... you sexy, East Coast mama. What a hot and bothered lot we are. IOC Orgy anyone? Click to expand... I'm downland I'll be going down, if ya know what I mean *Leaps out of his clothes.*Promises... The gods are generous, indeed. Sound the orgy horn! Aphid said: The gods are generous, indeed. Sound the orgy horn! Click to expand... Sorry, sorry, my bad. The Orgy Horn is at the cleaners? The last people who used it never changed the spit valve and uh. Well. Kinda Brody. But on the bright side? We have The Fragile Horn as a loaner! Hamm. Well, not as majestic as I might like. But one must make do! All right then...*poses, dramatically pointing*SOUND THE FRAGILE HORN! Chasnicollette said: Sorry, sorry, my bad. The Orgy Horn is at the cleaners? The last people who used it never changed the spit valve and uh. Well. Kinda Brody. But on the bright side? We have The Fragile Horn as a loaner! Click to expand... I'm more partial to the Fragile Rock *Becomes suddenly self-conscious and tries to use his hands to cover his hot and bothered parts.*I guess I didn't read the rule book... I thought something else had to get blown to begin an orgy. Namely: Me Lit Shark said: *Becomes suddenly self-conscious and tries to use his hands to cover his hot and bothered parts.* I guess I didn't read the rule book... I thought something else had to get blown to begin an orgy. Namely: Me Click to expand... >_>Your mom voodoo Get sick again, get totally lost again. WtF did I miss in here?!? Ouch... my dignity Mephistopheles said: Get sick again, get totally lost again. WTF did I miss in here?!? Click to expand... Tears is pickin' on me =(TearsoftheWorld said: I'm more partial to the Fragile Rock Click to expand... I tend towembleabout this stuff. Lily's lost and I'm overdressed. This is not the funnest orgy I've ever been at.:: hands on hips! : Chasnicollette said: Lily's lost, and I'm overdressed. This is not the funnest orgy I've ever been at. : hands on hips! : Click to expand... OOO I'll put my hands on your hips When I dip you dip, we dip. Chasnicollette said: Lily's lost, and I'm overdressed. This is not the funnest orgy I've ever been at. : hands on hips! : Click to expand... *Positions himself on his knees in front of chastity and pushes her into a nearby armchair.*Lose the clothes' girl, then we can get this party started! Its not fun being the only one in the nude.*Nibbles playfully on her knee through her pants.* *Checks thread title* No, pretty sure this is right... Huh.*Steals the horn from Aphid*They're planning to make a live action Fragile Rock. *Blows* Mephistopheles said: *Checks thread title* No, pretty sure this is right... Huh. *Steals the horn from Aphid* They're planning to make a live action Fragile Rock. *Blows* Click to expand... *Ponders*Don't puppets count as 'live action'? PUPPET PORN!!((Sorry, Memories of a video project from college just kicked in.)) I suppose it would. But I guess they intend for it to be CG and people. Meet the Feeble? Only puppet porn I can think of...complete with a musical number about sodomy!" Sodomy, Though you might think it very odd me, I quite enjoy the act of sodomy..." Ahhh, good times. Then the hippo hoses down the cast with a machine gun. Because you all love webcomics with pretty girls and broadswords." The Bastard Swordsman."(The art starts out a little wonky? Butoh, does it get better.) Hey, all. Just letting you know I will be posting soon. Sorry for the hiatus. I also wanted to publicly apologize for moving Midnight without talking to you, Chain. I wasn't thinking, just trying to be tactical. So, I can edit my post to change things since it wasn't cool to do that. I'm sorry. Let me know if you want me to change things. I've been keeping tabs on things, but I think I've lost myself. Anybody seen me? Mephistopheles said: I've been keeping tabs on things, but I think I've lost myself. Anybody seen me? Click to expand... Well I know where you're not, and that should be in my bed'mere, you ^^ Meow, ladies. TearsoftheWorld said: Well I know where you're not, and that should be in my bed C'mere, you ^^ Click to expand... *gets hauled in with Tears*Whee! Much nicer way to end the day. *cuddles up happily* Mephistopheles said: *gets hauled in with Tears* Whee! Much nicer way to end the day. *cuddles up happily* Click to expand... *smiles and purrs happily with Lily*^^ New Character {"light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} Name: Cassandra Templeton Age: 23 Race: Human Height: 5'8" Hair: Blond Eyes: Green Family: Parents: Deceased Sibling(s): Brother: Michael Biography: Cassandra Templeton has known but one thing in her life: service. That and a good, sharp blade of course. Her family, going back generation after generation, has served a prominent noble family with dignity, honor, and devotion. Yet she has never had the chance to live a normal life, and in some ways she never really wanted to. Her father Thomas served faithfully in the Royal Guard for most of his life, retiring only to provide for his family. Cassandra's mother Elizabeth had passed away giving birth to her second child, Michael. Thomas did the best he could to provide for both his children, but it was more than the old knight could bear. He died nearly three years after the passing of his beloved wife. Cassandra and Michael were put into an orphanage. She tried her best to look after her younger brother, but they became separated from each other a year later when Michael was given off to another family. Cassandra cried and cried until the tears just stopped flowing. A few months after Michael had been given away Cassandra found herself in the arms of a new family, and they lived in Ice wind City. The Large family was a very wealthy family that prided itself on its devotion to the King and Queen, and they provided Cassandra with a sound education and discipline, and even though she was not their birth child, they treated her like she was one of their own. Graduating from the Royal Academy at age 22, Cassandra enlisted herself in the service of the king, quickly demonstrating her capabilities and her leadership to become a Knight Elite (Cassandra has the proud distinction of being the first female member of the Knight Elite). Cassandra has been given the task of carrying classified documents, bearing the seal of her Lord, to another province.​ Mephistopheles said: I've been keeping tabs on things, but I think I've lost myself. Anybody seen me? Click to expand... *pokes and tickles*I'll try and get ya back into the swing of things I am not lost in the thread, but at a loss for what to do. It seems time for fiery vengeance, but I don't know what the potline requires be done right now. Hopefully this'll get the story moving again. If anyone has any questions feel free to ask =) *raises hand*Louis, me! Pick me! Um, how are we getting the characters into the young Royal messenger's quest and not on a rage-fueled venesection? Aphid said: *raises hand* Louis, me! Pick me! Um, how are we getting the characters into the young Royal messenger's quest and not on a rage-fueled venesection? Click to expand... I've got that worked out ^^ I think... It's all good then. I've got faith in ya! Aphid said: It's all good then. I've got faith in ya! Click to expand... Midnight has the wind taken out of her sails from her previous fight, still. Presumably, she will have the time it takes her to heal to mourn and cool her ardor.(Though woe betide Hugo if he crosses this little' kitty gal's path again. WOE BETIIIIIDE!) Super chi[k] - "Suddenly" She feels lost in her own life Treading water just to keep from slipping under And she wonders if she's where she's supposed to be Tired of trying to do it right Her dreams are just too far away to see how steps she's making might be taking her to who she'll be And suddenly it isn't what it used to be And after all this time it worked out just fine And suddenly I am where I'm supposed to be And after all the tears, I was supposed to be here She feels locked in her own life Scared of what she might lose If she moves away from who she was And she's afraid of being free There's a way she knows is right And she can't feel the things she knows and so each step she's taking Is a step of faith towards who she'll be And suddenly it isn't what it used to be And after all this time it worked out just fine And suddenly I am where I'm supposed to be And after all the tears, I was supposed to be here And here where the night is the darkest black She feels the fear And the light is farthest back And through her tears She can see the dawn Its coming skies will clear And the light will find her where she's always been And suddenly it isn't what it used to be And after all this time it worked out just fine And suddenly I am where I'm supposed to be And after all the tears, I was supposed to be here​ Shame, shame, shame on me for being so unreliable and flakes. I'll try to be more reliable in the future. Sorry I slowed thing down, but I'm caught up and ready to roll. Bah, I need to get this thread going again. Sorry it's been sitting idle for so long =(I'm going to push this thread a little, hope everyone doesn't mind yay new character Name: Phoebe Shadow moon Age: Unknown Height: 5'7" Hair: Lavender Eyes: Color varies Class: Witch Appearance: Phoebe almost always wears a dusty gray cloak around her body, the hood raised up over her head. Her hair is cut short (falling down just below her ears) and has a naturally light purple tint to it. She has fair skin, and, depending on the lighting, Phoebe's eyes have been known to take on different colors, ranging from light blue to fiery red. Underneath her cloak she wears a mystical robe made especially for spell casters. Phoebe also carries with her a small dagger with a twisted blade, and an ordinary wooden staff. Biography: Not much is known about Phoebe, as she seldom reveals the details of her past to anyone but her closest friends. She is currently searching for a magical object called The Soul stone.​ Dead thread methinks =(*sighs*Oh well, I shall plot some more and make it ten times better next time*nods* This thread (and its IC) are now closed to all posting

Fantasia (Invite Only)|rating:3.0

Dark Gods

Chyna was always angry. She has been in trouble for assault and wanted in several states. Traveling under various aliases, Chyna focuses her anger in fights, and she does very well in the underground fighting ring. However, she has a dark secret. She has a sacrifice someone every month to have her extraordinary powers renewed.====================================================================================="Can you do better than that?" Chyna said as she grabs the gun from a man and headbutts his face, breaking his nose. The man staggered and was bled profusely and Chyna gave a turning kick into his neck, snapping it as he slumped into a pile on the other dead men. Chyna looked at her bother, and it was covered in blood as she had multiple cuts and several bullet holes. "These mutual don't know who they are dealing with." She muttered and wiped her wounds. Chyna did not want the bodies to go to waste and brought out the chalk and candles in her bag and started the ritual. She just murdered a group of men who were sent to kill her as she did not throw the match, for the mob, making them lose a lot of money. Chyna heard police sirens as she completed the ritual and waited and saw 2 police cars and several cops approaching the house. "As always, the cops are late." Chyna said and put on her brass knuckles over her leather gloves. Chyna waited in the shadows at the back of the house and saw 2 cops approached. She punched them in the head and both of them slumped to the ground. Circling around the house, she saw a police sergeant at the police car and moved silently behind him. She covered his mouth and punched the back of his head and the sergeant went limp. She punched the back of the head of a cop and grabbed the remaining plump cop and covered his mouth. "Do you have the car keys?" Chyna asked, and the cop nodded and handed the key to Chyna. Chyna dragged the cop to the trunk of his car and dumped him inside and drove off. "Free ride..." Chyna said and stopped at the subway station and left the car there and took the train home. Katelyn was shocked when she saw Amber fucking a fat man with blood all over. Amber could not take it anymore, and she broke a lamp in the room and stabbed the fat man to death. Katelyn saw a circle drawn with blood and Amber still fucking the corpse of the dead man and suddenly, the room went dark and Katelyn saw Amber drinking blood from the man, and strangely she joined her and the feeling was very strange. The pimp came back and cleaned up the room and disposed off the body, while Katelyn and Amber were locked in a cage. They were still in a trance where their minds traveled to a different realm, and they saw some horrific things. It was clear, there were greater beings out there, and everything else was insignificant. Katelyn saw 2 police officers as they were released from the cage and was a little scared as she did not have an ID, but also relieved as it might mean the end to her hell, but when she saw the pimp, she knew something was wrong. The police officers went with the ladies to the rooms of the brothel and Katelyn was grabbed, and the police officer started stripping her. She kissed him and rubbed his head and made him very horny as he quickly undressed as well. Katelyn felt some form of energy in her, and she looked into the officer's eyes and said. "Go masturbate in the corner." The officer nodded, and he walked over and jerked off. Amber entered the room and dragged the limp police officer inside. "What did you do?" Katelyn said." We have to do the ritual again. I saw a new symbol in the vision..." Amber said and looked at the officer masturbating in the corner. "You feel the power too?" Katelyn was a little confused and saw Amber grabbing a baton and smashed it over the cop's head and dragged him in the middle of the room. "I know another person we should sacrifice." Katelyn said. The ladies exited the room and found the pimp. Katelyn walked over and stared into his eyes and kissed him. "Follow me." Katelyn said and as the pimp entered the room, he was smashed with a baton to the face. The 3 men were cut up and mutilated as the ladies performed a ritual. They felt sexier and their bodies felt a lot better. "Wow, my breasts are bigger." Amber said and rubbed her breasts and kissed Katelyn. "Something has changed." Katelyn said. They walked around the brothel and chatted with the other girls. One by one, the pimp's men were lured into the room and killed. They were dazed and did not put up much of a fight. It was a massacre and the girls were liberated. A bigger ritual was performed and everyone had the vision again. Amber searched the brothel and found some money and drugs. "We can start a new life now." Amber said and Katelyn nodded. The ladies cleaned up and as they were leaving, they saw 4 police constables arriving. "Hi officer..." Lately said as she bumped into a short old bobby. She grabbed the side of his head and kissed him. A plump bobby was grabbed by Amber, and she rubbed her breasts on his face." Hey ..." A constable muttered and the other girls surrounded them and hugged them. The police constables were mesmerized and the ladies left. There was no confrontation and the police did not remember what happened." To a new life." Katelyn said and hugged Amber. The other ladies decided to split up and Katelyn and Amber wanted to start a new life. Jacob had finished his final edits of the proposals he hoped would allow him in the same room as his biggest enemies. All he needed was to be in the same room, and his mind would do the rest. It seemed so ridiculous just days ago that he would have even considered some dirties existed with powers untold. Even more so that the main trade-off is that he help his illegitimate interests to prosper. The better they did, the more powerful he became. Now, he knew WHY they made the terms attached to his criminal empire. It was vast and, provided his associates chanted some simple prayer every time they did their business, the Gods would grow in influence. He leaned back in his chair and spun around to stare out the window of his city. Sure, everyone believed no one owns a city. But in this case, they were only believing a lie that he wished to continue. It didn’t help to come out of the shadows. Speaking of shadows... He searched with his mind and found his former sexual abuse accuser. At the time, her accusations were completely unfounded. Now, though, if she were allowed those thoughts again, she may have a case. But after some mental tweaking, she began to enjoy her new place in life. He fed her desires she didn’t know she had, and sat back to enjoy the rest of his night. Chyna went home and washed up. She looked into the mirror and saw her wounds all closed up under the blood stains. "I feel so different now." Chyna said. "Those should have killed me, but they did not." Chyna still did not understand her powers and decided to sleep on it. She closed her eyes and there was a certain calmness. The mass sacrifice allowed her to spend more time in another realm. [The world is sick, your fists are the cure.] She was in a chaotic place with monsters and shadows, but she felt no fear. She saw herself fighting the monsters attacking her. Humans whom she saved backstabbing her, and eventually she killed everyone and cleansed the place. The shadows did not bother her, what she perceived as monsters ignored her, but what she thought she should save turned on her. She woke up the next morning and decided to pack up. There was more clarity in her mind. She felt different -- More confident than before. She turned and looked down and could see several police cars arriving, and she exited the fire escape and walked out the alley. "I felt they were coming after I massacred the mob..." Chyna muttered. "I feel like there were others like me, and I wonder how I could get their attention." Katelyn and Amber were free from the pimps, and they tried to lead a normal life for a few days and saw the news on the mass murders and there was increased police activities. They needed some fake IDs to get out of the city and decided to continue to work for themselves and find horny old men to make their money from. Without the cut from the pimps, they made more money and put an order for fake IDs. Katelyn saw 2 police constables walk up to Amber and Amber kicked one of them in the balls and ran into an alley. "Damn it Amber..." Katelyn said and followed the constables. It was a dark alley and Amber tried to ambush a bobby and pushed him on the ground. She was quite strong and disarmed his flashlight, but the other constable hazard her, and she was shocked. Katelyn saw the constable started to grab Amber, and she assumed that they were going to rape her and looped a belt around a constable's neck and wrapped her boots around the other constable's neck. The police constables choked and flailed until they went limp. One of the constable was dead and when Amber got up, she panicked and stabbed the other one. "Shit. We killed cops..." Amber said and Katelyn decided not to waste the kills and started the ritual. They cut up the body and sacrificed the kills." We did this peacefully before..." Katelyn said and Amber was still a little unnerved." Never mind, we feel more powerful now." Amber said. "Thanks for saving me..." They heard footsteps and saw flashlights approaching. A short bobby was grabbed and hazard and a plump bobby with white hair was hugged and kissed. Amber started to fuck the bobby and the bobby was dazed, and she cuffed the bobby easily. "Oh, right, I remember it now..." As they were leaving, Katelyn saw more police constables and the constables spotted them, and they ran back into the alley. "Shit..." Katelyn said." Don't worry, we got this..." Amber said. Katelyn hazard 2 constables and Amber grabbed a balding constable and kissed him." What the hell are you..." The remaining old constable shouted and grabbed his baton and Katelyn pounced on him and overpowered him. The constable's pants was pulled down and Katelyn kissed him and started rubbing his dick. Within seconds, he was dazed and confused. "I don't know what we are doing, but it works." Katelyn said and fucked the old constable." I think we need to get out of town." Katelyn said. "This time it is different. The bobby is dead, and they will come after us""I feel something calling for us... out west..." Amber said. "Perhaps it is a calling to tell us to leave."" But where?" Katelyn asked. "There is nothing much out west. Dublin?"" I can feel it... really, really far." Amber said. "Maybe we need to go to America." Jacob had just sent his topless conquest on her way, a smack on the behind and an order to leave her top. It wasn’t that he wanted trophies. He just loved exerting his power over the type of person she used to be. Looking back to his spectacular view, this time from his apartment, he felt the tug again. A sympathetic vibration almost. Like there were others...others who were dissatisfied with the status quo of the world. After dressing himself, he went over to his bar and fixed himself a scotch. Others...others he may exert his power over...or maybe they would be immune? Would it be prudent to ally himself with them? Or see it that they weren’t a threat. He decided that the Dark ones were not to be messed with, and that as long as he stayed on his side of the fence, his own power wouldn’t be threatened. He took a sip and grinned. But he did hope to have some fun. The New York Subway. A bunch of underground tunnels connected throughout the city, and lots more unused tunnels that still exist which houses homeless people as they were cool UN the summer and warm in the winter. The police do make monthly patrols to some of these tunnels and find some proof that people are living there, but do not usually do much more since the dwellers were not creating any problem for anyone. In one of the patrols under the City, the transit cops found a weird structure. It seemed to be made of dried human corpses. "This looks kinda fucked up and scary..." A cop muttered, and the cops went ahead and inspected. The texture of the structure was leathery, and it seemed to be constructed of human bodies dried and woven together to form an archway in the tunnel. The cop tried to call it in, but there was no reception on his radio. He took out his phone and took some photos and made his way out. Unfortunately, the flash on his camera attracted some unwanted attention. The Transit police found 2 officers missing and more men were sent to search the series of tunnels. The officers were found in the sewers and were sent to the morgue for autopsy. The autopsy found that they died from physical wounds like falling and then drowning, and their deaths labeled a misadventure, but a few weeks later, the photos taken by the dead cops surfaced and there were also reports from the homeless communities that their friends were missing.======================================================================================"The city's homeless population has been halved since the beginning of the year. The services to help people find housing and jobs have improved the situation and the city will work towards supporting more to get people out of poverty." The mayor said to the press. "We are also converting 4 homeless shelters to free up land use of the city due to the vacancies. We will still continue to monitor the numbers and progress of the city." The news along with some photos have made the homeless people uneasy, and there were talks about conspiracy, but the police easily dismissed the claims. The homeless population continued to fall and the missing persons reports that the police receive were increasing. The police knew something was going on, but the detectives were overworked, and the patrol officers were overwhelmed with calls on "Black men loitering" incidents.======================================================================================Chyna finished another fight in Hell's kitchen, and she won, but she was still badly bruised. It has been a few weeks since she did a ritual and her wounds were not closing as fast. She walked through alleys and saw a man staggering and vomiting at the side of a wall. Chyna moved behind him and stabbed him with a dagger into his throat and dragged him into the shadows. The man did not put up much of a fight as he was drained off his blood and went limp. Chyna has found a dry part of the sewers and removed the manhole cover and dumped the man inside. She performed the ritual and sacrificed her kill and was in a trance again. When Chyna opened her eyes, she was in a tunnel and saw a glow. She approached and saw an archway made of human bodies and there was a dark glow and a shadowy figure stepped out. She was more intrigued rather than afraid and followed the figure who walked some distance and disappeared. "Shit where did he go?" Chyna looked around and did not find anyone and saw a train zoomed by. "Wow, this is a live train tunnel..." Chyna said and followed an exit sign and left the train station. Chyna went into the toilets and cleaned her hands and as she looked into the mirror, her wounds have closed up again. She cleaned her knife was washed off some of the blood stains and left. Chyna could feel a resonating vibration coming from the direction where she saw the human archway and felt a soothing sensation as she seemed interested to check it out again. "I wonder if others could feel it too." Chyna went home and checked on books and other resources online, but it seemed like there was nothing documented except in games. Katelyn and Amber managed to charter a private plane and had sex with the pilot in exchange for a ride to New York City. They had no problems getting out of the security area of the private jets and left for Manhattan. Katelyn decided to go to Times Square, and she took a taxi ride into the city. When she arrived, she got the driver to drive into an alley where she gave him a blow job and walked away. Before Katelyn could exit the alley, she saw a motorcycle cop stopping and approached him. "Hey, you can't park here." The motorcycle cop shouted and Katelyn grabbed him and dragged him into the alley and kissed him. The motorcycle cop was dazed, and she jerked him off and took his gun. "Everyone has a gun in America, so I need one too." Katelyn said and exited the alley. She walked out and she was in Times Square. "Wow, always wanted to come." Katelyn said and walked around. She saw on the newspapers photos of an arch made of humans. "Wow, I want to go there." She muttered and as she picked up the papers, "Damn, it might be a hoax? I still want to go though. Where is it?" “Drive. Now.”“Yes, Mr. Blake.” He didn’t tolerate questioning his intentions. He hoped that his driver understood the tone and knew never to ask a second time again. If not, he could just make the change himself. It was better to let the sheep lead themselves to the conclusions he intended, he thought with a smile. This archway that had been becoming more prevalent on the news seemed suspicious. He knew he was being called, because as soon as the rumors started to pile up, he felt a connection to the place. He also realized it wasn’t getting quite the media recognition it should have deserved. Added onto that the police having trouble investigating, which helped line his pockets a bit quicker, led him to theorize that he was being summoned. And he didn’t like being summoned. He made his way into the subway and turned away onlookers. He wasn’t looking for an entourage. Just answers. He picked a path and made his way deeper into the dark tunnels. Chyna did not find anything useful online. She felt restless and curious. "Who was that man? Or what was that man or that shadowy figure."===================================================================A dark figure walked out of the darkness and crossed the streets into Central Park. Along its path, the plants along the way become twisted and black. Even the grass he stepped on had dark edges. The figure walked under a bridge and moved up to a man rummaging through some bins for aluminum cans to recycle. The figure stepped into the man and entered his body and the man collapsed on the ground twitching. A mounted policeman was patrolling in the park and found the man lying on the floor under the bridge. He got down his horse who was feeling uneasy and approached the man. "Sir, are you ok?" The policeman asked and shook the man on the ground. "Sir?" The policeman checked on the man for a pulse and a breadth. Before the policeman could call for an ambulance, the man opened his eyes. The eyes were solid black, and he pulled the policeman's tie close and shoved his palm up the nose of the policeman, crushing his nose and sending bone fragments into the policeman's brains, killing him instantly. The man checked on the dead policeman and took his cuffs, gun and pepper spray. He grabbed the limp policeman and sucked the remaining breadth out of the dying man and the dead policeman looked older and frail. The man stood up and approached the horse who simply turned and ran away. He smiled and looked at the gun in his hand and walked out of Central Park towards downtown.====================================================================Chyna unable to sleep, decided to explore the tunnels again. She avoided the cameras and walked down the tunnels, trying to trace her way back to the arch again. Katelyn heard gunshots and rushed over. 2 cops stopped Katelyn as she was trying to enter an alley and Katelyn stared into their eyes and kissed them. "What's going on boys?" The cops were confused and Katelyn walked past them and saw a limp cop and an open manhole. "They must be inside." Katelyn said. Katelyn climbed into the basement and saw a flashlight in a distance and approached. It was a short plump cop and Katelyn walked over and kissed him. Katelyn rubbed his white hair and removed his belt and pulled down his pants. The plump cop did not resist and Katelyn grabbed his dick and started stroking it. Katelyn saw 2 cops running over and one of the cops jumped on the other cop and pulled him down. The cop on the ground flailed, and the other cops held him down and a dark spirit went into the pinned cop and the other cop went limp. "Interesting." Katelyn said and saw the cop on the ground turned around, grabbed the other cop and snapped his neck. The cop walked over and looked at Katelyn and Katelyn waved at him, and he looked at the dazed cop and Katelyn and continued to walk by. Katelyn walked over and checked on the cop on the ground. He was dead, and she looked around and found several other corpses on the ground. "Let's not waste this." Katelyn said and dragged the dead corpses in a circle and started the ritual. Looking at the dazed plump cop, she dragged him into the circle and fucked him on top of the corpses. There was an intense high feeling and Katelyn felt stronger and faster. She looked at the plump cop under her and continued to pump hard until she climaxed. She cleaned up and continued to search the sewers and saw that it had several side exits and tunnels and heard the sound of trains and eventually found the tracks. "Where is the arch now?" A pudgy cop was looking around and could not find the other cops. He searched around the tracks with his flashlight and as he turned the corner, he saw several cops on the ground laid in a circle. "What the fuck..." The pudgy cop muttered and checked on the cops, and they were dead. [Multiple Officers down! MURDER!] There was no response on his police radio, and he quickly drew his gun and his heartbeat was elevated. The cop looked around and heard footsteps echoing and turned off his light and tried to sneak up on the footsteps. As he got closer, he saw a shape and turned on his flashlight and shouted. "FREEZE!"=================================================================Chyna was looking around and the light from her phone was not really bright, and she heard someone shout "Freeze" nearby and put on her leather gloves and walked quickly. She saw a pudgy cop with a flashlight and moved behind him and grabbed his gun and jabbed his ribs. The cop's gun and flashlight was disarmed as her punch bruised a rib, and he gasped in pain as she covered his mouth and choked him. "Sleep..." Chyna muttered, and the cop flailed helplessly in her arms as he could not breathe and went limp. Chyna looked at the man and dragged the cop to the side. The man looks well-dressed in a suit. "Hey... What are you doing here?" He looked over at a girl, a cop at her feet. “Mr. Blake. And...you...you are one of me...aren’t you? You follow the...gods...don’t you?” He put a hand in his pocket and tried to search her mind...but found he couldn’t. That was interesting.“Anyway, it doesn’t matter. You felt the pull here too, didn’t you? What is this place? And what do you know about this arch?” Katelyn heard "Freeze" and approached and saw a lady with a cop at her feet. Katelyn saw a well dress man talking to the lady and approached. "Hey, you guys felt it too? The arch? You are here for the arch?" Katelyn said. "Can I join you?" Katelyn walked over and looked at the lady and the man. She felt a strange feeling of familiarity with them. "I am from the UK and felt compelled to come and check it out."=====================================================================Amber heard a gunshot and ran over. She saw several dead homeless men on the ground and a cop that is getting up with a gun on his hand. Beside the cop, there was 3 other limp cops on the ground and a man with a hole in his head. Amber saw a dark spirit leave the body of the man and darts right at her and her vision turned black. Chyna looked at the man and saw another lady arriving. They do not seem bothered by Chyna taking out the cop. "Hi, my name is Chyna. And yes, I have seen the arch." Chyna said. "There may be more cops there though." Chyna closed her eyes and tried to feel the vibration and could not feel the exact location of the arch. Chyna used the cop and performed the ritual and sacrificed the cop, and she got a stronger connection and led the group through the tunnels. "Some of these tracks still have train running, so be careful." Chyna said. "However, I don't know what the arch was for." Chyna walked for 10 minutes before she could hear footsteps and told the group to wait. She waited in the junction for an ambush and a cop walked by and Chyna grabbed him around the corner and choked him. The cop was wearing heavy armor and a helmet but simply flailed briefly and went limp. Chyna signaled them over and pointed at the arch. Underneath the arch, there were 2 cops in heavy armor guarding it. "I don't know what how it works and why the cops are guarding it." Jacob sighed as the girl took out another cop. “I have a more elegant solution, my dear.” He focused on the two cops, and they looked at each other, before throwing down their guns and walking further into the tunnels, towards the entrance. “They won’t be back. I can’t have you two killing all the cops. This is my city, someone has to keep it running, and you need cops for that.” He admonished them and continued walking.‘Why can’t I influence them at all?’ He pondered this, coming to the conclusion that either he couldn’t affect those who prayed to the dark gods, or the gods had a plan for the three of them. Nevertheless, he almost bumped into the arch before seeing it. Looking up at it, he felt a tremor. “This is it. And it’s...alive...” Katelyn walked under the arch and looked at the arch. "It is like the people were fused and made into the arch..." Katelyn said. "Looks kinda creepy." Suddenly, the portal glowed as the group approached. They could see the faces of the humans and their bodies fused together for form the arch. The arch had a dark glow. It was not light, but somehow made things more visible and a shape formed. The arch felt like a portal and something is coming through. As the shape was forming, staring at the portal allowed Katelyn to see things on the other side. There were various wondrous creatures, and she saw complex shapes and other worldly beings. It was like understanding something by looking at it, and Katelyn seemed to have gained some insight. Katelyn suddenly came back into reality again and the shape that was forming was gone. "What just happened?" Katelyn said. "I thought I saw something coming out... like from this portal... But where is he now?" Chyna was mesmerized by the arch. She saw various fantastic creatures when the portal glowed and did not understand what was going on. When Chyna was able to focus again. She heard Katelyn mutter, "But where is he now?"" Who?" Chyna said, a little disoriented by her experience." Is this some portal?" Chyna said and place her hand through the arch and felt a tingling sensation, but nothing happened. "Whoa..." Chyna took out her knife and cut herself and her wounds can be seen to close up slowly. "Yup, I can still do this." Chyna said.====================================================================== Jacob sat back, after the weird show he was exposed to, and pondered what the hell happened. “Should we be concerned about this? Because I’m not stopping my reign on this city for anything.” He definitely felt a presence leave the portal, but couldn’t tell what it was. “I don’t trust this thing. Worse than that, I can’t tell if it’s part of the will of our benefactor’s or not.” Katelyn closed her eyes and tried to get inspiration. She twitched a little looking at all the fantastic creatures she has seen in the other plane. Suddenly, things became clear." When ants form a line and strange patterns and humans walk over being summoned by a lot of ants in the kitchen, what would you do?" Katelyn said. "I'm afraid that some of these beings are pure malice, and they came through."" Ok, when I do some sacrifice to the higher powers, I seem to be able to tell people to do stuff. Or make them horny and I can tease them." Katelyn said. "I can also see things through the portal and sometimes get some insight to the madness. What can you do?" "You do the sacrifice too?" Chyna said. "I thought I was the only one."" When I kill some of the victims, or find some recently murdered, I perform the ritual and I seem to be faster, tougher and heal faster. " Chyna said. "Even bullets don't kill me." She looked at the man and said, "What are your powers? T Telling cops to fuck off?"===================================================================A man shot several homeless men in the alley, The man started butchering up the bodies and drank straight from the hearts of the corpses. When the police arrived, they found the men dead, mutilated and the killer was gone. Jacob sighed. “My sacrifices are what I offer in this city. All of my power comes from my underlings dedicating their deeds to the dark ones, each murder, heist, and everything a prayer to them. In return, I can push thoughts into the heads of others. I can manipulate them. Change them. Alter their thinking into what I desire. Though, I don’t seem to be able to do the same to you two.” He wondered if it would be the same with these creatures who escaped. He would have to find another way to destroy them. “Do either of you have limitations?” Amber woke up. She felt more powerful than before, but she saw many dead men in Central Park. Her hands and body was covered in blood as though she had beaten and killed everyone. "What the hell is going on?" Amber muttered and texted Katelyn. [I think something is wrong, something is inside me. And I cannot control myself. In Central Park now, help!] Amber saw flashlights approaching, and her vision turned black again." What the fuck?" A cop muttered as he saw the mutilated corpses. "Jesus Christ...." From his side, Amber grabbed his throat and shoved her thumb into his Adam's apple and crushed it. The cop gurgled and gasped as he was dropped and Amber surprised another approaching cop and grabbed him. The cop flailed as she shoved her tongue into his mouth and started sucking hard, and he struggled as his life was sucked out of him.=====================================================================Katelyn got the text and replied. [What's GG on? I'm coming.]" I came over here with my friend Amber. Something went inside her. She is in Central Park." Katelyn said. "Please help me. I need to save my friend." Katelyn looked into their eyes and said. "Give me your wallet..." There was no response and Katelyn said. "Usually people obey me, I can tell them to do stuff as well. Seems like it does not work on you." "When I kill, I sacrifice to be stronger and heal." Chyna said. "I don't think they can limit me, I feel the same." Chyna turned to Katelyn. "What went into your friend? Was it like Rape? I can go with you. I'd like to see what came out and what is going on."" Hey guy..." Chyna turned to Jacob. "If I get in trouble with the police, can you help?" He chuckled at her observation. “Yes, well welcome to the party.” He looked at the other girl. “We will see. I still don’t completely trust the both of you. But, we can discuss that later. Now, there will be a cab waiting for you both on the street level, he knows your names. He will forget them after he drops you off, and you are going to get a free ride. After you find your friend, come here to this address. Find out what you can, and I will do what I can to find out more.” He handed them both a card with an address on it. “Until then, keep your eyes open.” He nodded and left the way he had come. An old cop walked along the path and found a police hat on the ground. He picked it up and looked around. "Something is not right..." He muttered and heard muffled moans and the cop behind him went missing. "Joe?" The old cop shouted and took out his flashlight. Amber grabbed the back of his head and kissed him. The old cop was confused, and she punched his soft gut and disarmed him. The old cop was in intense pain, something rip inside him, and he could feel the first fist into his spine minutes later. Amber dragged him into the bushes and placed him on a few corpses and removed his belt and started jerking him off. "Nooo... JMMPP..." The old cop begged as she rubbed his balding head and continued to kiss him and started grinding on his dick and fucked him. The old cop was overpowered, and she continually pumped him till he ejaculated. A plump cop heard moans and saw an old cop with his pants pulled down to his knee and cuffed behind a bush. He was shocked and a taker was shoved into his neck and taken out. A police sergeant approached and as he reached for his gun, his gun was already removed from the holster and Amber wrapped her arms around his neck. "Pooh. Stripes..." Amber whispered and licked his face and choked him and dragged him to the other dead bodies on the ground. The sergeant trembled in fear as Amber pulled down his pants and grabbed his dick. Amber sniffed the sergeant's neck and licked his face. "I can smell fear coming from you."=======================================================================Katelyn took the card and went up to the street and saw the taxi. "Anyone want to come?" Katelyn asked. She got into the taxi and said. "Central Park." (Feel free to join)Katelyn texted her friend and did not see any reply and soon saw police cars from a distance at Central Park and got off. She walked towards 2 fat cops at a police car guarding the entrance to a trail. Chyna went with Katelyn in the taxi. Rape was something she was passionate about. "I have powers and can save her." Chyna muttered. When they arrived, Chyna was excited as she saw police cars and several cops. She saw Katelyn approaching 2 fat cops and circled behind them as Katelyn got their attention. Chyna put on her leather gloves and choked the cops from behind. "No killing... got it." Chyna muttered and held the cops down till they stopped moving. "After you..." Chyna said and ushered Katelyn in. A team of cops heard moans and approached. Amber moved behind the rear cops and grabbed their heads and slammed them together and the cops went limp, and she dragged them into the bushes. "So fat..." Amber said as she covered the mouth of a fat cop and punched the back of his head and pounced on the other cop turning around.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Katelyn saw Chyna choked the cops and nodded. "Ok, my friend is in there, she might be in trouble." Katelyn said and helped drag a fat cop into the bush. Katelyn searched around carefully, looking for her friend. The park was surprisingly empty and flashing blue and red lights can be seen at the perimeter of the park. Katelyn found a pile of cops under a bridge and several behind a bush. "Shit, something is going on." Katelyn said. Amber saw Katelyn and Chyna and landed behind them. "Hey..." Amber said and Katelyn gasped. "You frightened me!"" Let's go. I found the arch with her... She is Chyna, and we saw something exiting a portal. Not sure if its friend or foe." Katelyn said." I have some new-found powers." Amber said. "This is quite intoxicating."" We need to figure out what has changed and what we can and cannot do." Katelyn said. "No planning will get everyone killed. I think I can do more as well, and we need to see how we can use it for our advantage and not just have fun and get killed." Chyna followed Katelyn and found more limp cops in the park. "Looks like your friend is busy..." Chyna said and saw a pile of cops under the bridge. "Looks fun..." Chyna saw flashlights and moved into the shadows and saw a few cops walking by. The rear cop stopped and Chyna grabbed him and pulled him into the shadows. Chyna covered his mouth and rammed a fist into his back and the cop could not feel his legs. "Bald piggy... sleep..." Chyna said as she choked him silently. Chyna grabbed his taker and moved towards another cop and covered his mouth while she taped the cop beside him. The cop was shocked and Chyna kneed into his back. As the first cop went limp, Chyna waited for another cop to approach." Trying hard not to kill them." Chyna said. The cop was grabbed and choked silently. "Armor and helmet does not help you..." As they reached the border of the park, Chyna saw Amber moving behind several armored cops circled around the other cops." Holy shit..." An old cop shouted as Amber punched several armored cops and Chyna grabbed the old cop and a short cop with white hair beside him and choked them before they can reach for their guns. "Shhh..." Chyna whispered as the cops flailed helplessly as she choked them. Amber however was less subtle. She grabbed the helmets of 2 cops and snapped their necks. She then landed deadly blows into the throats of a few more cops as she moved with inhuman speeds and ripped their throats with her claws. A motorcycle cop heard gurgling sound and Amber grabbed his belt and pulled him close. "Leather piggy..." She said and squeezed him." Geez..." The remaining plump motorcycle cop shouted as he saw his partner getting grabbed by Amber and squeezed. He reached for his gun but Chyna was already behind him and Chyna slapped his hand away and grabbed his gun. "Hey, trying hard not to kill you." Chyna whispered to the cop and dragged him into a van. The cop was cuffed and subdued and Chyna saw keys in the ignition. "Let's go!"

Dark Gods|rating:2.0

Tell Me No Lies (KyoukiKoe & Sekah)

Being a remotely powerful demon in the middle of a war had its perks; equivalent to the age of a 28-year-old human, Karate had seen more than most. With his long black hair and unnatural violet eyes, he may have not been an obvious choice as a solider for the SS Army, but his strength and abilities far exceeded those of even the most capable officer. This was more than the ordinary, routine mission he'd been assigned to carry out this day, and the and cargo being transported required the utmost protection. A high-ranking officer-- one who has been on the radar of many enemies and resistance personnel-- was riding in the first march unit of a convoy transporting him to oversee the inner workings of a new internment camp in southern Poland. There had been fear of assassination attempts on this mission, being that they were traveling such a long distance, and who better to assign than a demon to protect such a valuable target. It would take a lot more than guns and firepower to bring down such a creature, and their army was sure that no one else possessed a weapon quite like Karate. The trip had been fairly peaceful up to this point, and they were closing in on their destination. Karate looked out the window, the sights becoming familiar as he'd made this drive a number of times. "Don't look so nervous, Officer. After we cross this bridge, we should be arriving in no less than 30 minutes time," he informed the important man sitting next to him, a look of perpetual smugness on his face as he knew he was untouchable to anyone who'd try and challenge him. The convoy crossed the Legions of Marshal Josef Piłsudski Bridge at the late evening, when the glow from nearby Block lit the skyline. Donny waited, alone, having had his men set the charges much earlier and retreat. He was in charge of making sure the Colonel General didn't make it home to Germany. One second, the train was rumbling over the tracks. The next, Donny depressed the charge, expecting a massive explosion that rent metal and tore the bridge into a gulf of flames. But once he depressed it, the large, strong-looking man was replaced by a massive creature with grinning teeth, who crouched and sprang, one long jump, and landed on the front car, where informants told them at an earlier station stop the Colonel General of the SS was riding. The charge that would blow in two minutes would take care of most of the train, and cover up Donny's existence. But in truth, the Colonel General would die a more personal, careful death after months of torture spilling information to the Resistance. The door to the moving train compartment was torn off effortlessly with a large part of the wall. Donny reached in with a hellish paw with massive, wicked claws to grab the SS general out of his seat, the wind howling behind him and ruffling his thick gray fur. The smirk on Karate's face immediately vanished as a thunderous crash hit the moving vehicle, the sound of metal squelching inside a vice filling his ears as the door to the train was ripped and torn from its hinges. Faster than he could blink, the newly opened void was filled with a colossal, beastly arm covered in a thick coat of coarse, gray fur. His mind didn't have enough time to register how outlandish the sight before him truly was as the instinct to carry out his mission sprung him to an immediate offense. Luckily for Karate, he never needed to worry about having a gun at the ready; the energy inside of him was his firepower. He, himself, was the weapon. Before the clawed hand could reach its way in any further, Karate greeted the grisly paw with an explosion of his own creation. Forming a bomb out of thin air, he launched it straight into the creature's flesh, knowing that nothing he'd ever gone up against in the past could ever withstand a blast of such magnitude. He quickly lunged himself forward, shielding the officer from the blast as best he could have given the sudden, dire circumstances, uncaring of what happened to the others soldiers in the vehicle as he sought to obliterate the oncoming assassin. The explosion was unexpected. Yellow eyes found the culprit as Donny was smashed towards the back of the tracks. He heaved his behemoth form inside the train through the smoke of Karate's attack, curled his hand into a fist grinning rows of shark teeth at the delicate-looking superhuman the Nazis had unleashed at him, some tall Japanese devil who thought a bomb could stop Donny. Donny laughed at that, a terrifying chuff in his wolf form, his fur barely singed, a moment before his fist plunged full force through any explosions Karate sent his way and towards Karate's chest, intending to jack-knife him into and through the walls of the next train car. A soldier screamed next to him, firing his gun point-blank at Donny's head. Donny shook it, the gunshot right in his ear though the bullet didn't penetrate, and gripped the seat the man clung to in his hooked claws. He heaved the whole aisle - along with the metal walls of the train - into the water, far below. Metal screeched and rent, and the soldier and bodies of others torn by Karate's explosion fell in pieces to the river as the hole naturally widened. The great wolf padded forward to scoop up the general again, who was huddled in his seat stinking of piss, having soiled himself. He had only seconds until the bridge blew. A cloud of smoke filled the cabin as Karate's bomb detonated with a deafening bang. The explosion wreaked epic destruction upon the insignificant space, blowing to pieces the two soldiers sitting closest to the opened door and gravely wounding the third. The general was only left with minor scratches and Karate completely unscathed, his act of protection proving successful as the officer under his guard remained alive, his mission still intact. Though, he kept his guard high as it was still unknown of what became of the creature, the black smoke leaving his vision blind to the threats that lied before him. A heavy crash hit the train once again and a colossal silhouette formed within the dissipating smoke. A piercing, yellow gaze and muzzle full of razor-sharp teeth stared directly into Karate's bewildered eyes before that same massive fist emerged from the dark cloud, driving into his chest as it sent him soaring backwards. The jagged steel sliced through his black, uniformed overcoat all the way down to his flesh as the impact flung him head first through the metal wall, his body landing in a heap against the floor of the connecting train car. Gunshots sounded from ahead. The train rocked as a protesting screech of metal filled his ear, the sounds bringing Karate quickly to his feet as he shook off the pain, ready to attack the beast once again. He shrugged off his tattered coat and threw it next to his cap on the floor, his long, black hair falling into a braid over his shoulder as he abandoned his effects and leapt from the second car back to what remained of the first. He charged the muscular beast the second he laid eyes on it, noticing there wasn't a scratch upon it's arm as it reached out for the General a second time. Nearly forgetting his mission, Karate summoned his demonic energy once more, this time far exceeding the limits of safety for a human being this close to him, but head defeat this opponent. Even if he failed his assignment, the praise he'd receive for bringing down an enemy of this caliber would waive any act of discipline he may otherwise face. He set to launch the blast directly into the heart of the fur-covered beast, but the explosion that sounded instead was not one of his own making, freezing Karate where he stood as the blistering heat rose from the flames that swallowed up the wooden beams below them, sending the bridge crumbling into the depths of the river below. Karasu's eyes flicked to the General, watching the seconds pass in horror as shrapnel from the blast punctured the man's skull before a steel beam severed the head clean from its shoulders, the flames engulfing the remains of the officer's corpse as the train flew off the tracks. The car was flung high into the air, sailing over the water before it crashed into the earth below, the impact nearly knocking Karate unconscious as the mangled remnants of the metal walls twisted and crumpled against the hardened soil. Blood poured profusely from his temple staining his pale cheek a dark crimson, his mind and vision a complete blur as he tried to comprehend the last fleeting moments, gathering the strength to try and lift his injured body from the wreckage. The flare of power next to him made him turn, snarling, to square off against his fast-approaching foe, not wanting to be broadsided in case the boy had something that could pierce Donny's enchanted fur. That soaked up the last few seconds, and then the thunderclap of the explosion hit them all with a shockwave. With regret, Donny flung himself backwards, letting the compression of heat and air lift him towards the holes he'd made as the cabin spun brutally off its tracks. He was battered and bruised but largely unharmed as he was ping-ponged out of the twisted metal hulk of the front car and hit the rocky shore of the river with a rolling thud that left him skidding through the clay and pebbles until he smashed his back into a smooth glacier rock jutting out of the water and yipped into the dark. Bruised but otherwise unharmed, he got up and shook himself off. He was now, for the pain to his own body and the failure of his mission, thoroughly, royally pissed, and he leapt onto the boulder, peering into the darkness with the gleaming eyes of a nocturnal predator and distending his black nostrils to sniff. One glissando leap, and he landed on the remnants of his previous battlefield, still smoking and charred, tearing through the wreckage of the nearby front car to see if the offending supernatural creature was still alive and prepared to suffer for daring to lay a scratch on Donny. Lifting his head, violet eyes fluttered back and forth at his current surroundings as Karate observed the damaged car, weak flames still licking across the remains of the interior as smoke billowed through various bores of the broken walls. His black SS uniform laid in ruins over his body, scorched ribbons of his undershirt and singed fragments of his slacks were all that kept him clothed as he lifted himself from the ground, only to be stopped as a large dent in the metal twisted over his body and kept him pinned to the floor. His energy had dwindled during the crash, but he was able to summon it to the ready quickly enough and prepare to blast the heavy debris away and free himself. Before he could detonate the explosive power, a familiar mass collapsed atop the wreckage, and the glimpse of gray fur caught his eye as the beast returned to finish what it'd started. The car shook as deathly claws ripped through the remnants of metal while razor sharp teeth snarled down from above, the terrifying sight only fueling Karate's will to retaliate; he wasn't about to let the beast escape from him again, and this time, he would make sure the wolf-creature didn't survive as he prepared to hit it with everything he had, charging up the blast with every ounce of energy that could pulse through his veins, his eyes narrowing into a snarl of his own as he glared up into those vicious, yellow eyes." Die, beast," Karate stated coldly, his blood-covered teeth bared as he growled and launched the ethereal orb of destruction directly into the monster's fur-covered chest, shielding his arms over his face to protect himself from the aftershock. His black nose twitched, burning and blood of an inhuman creature filling his nostrils. The power he smelled made his fur stand on end. He lolled his tongue, a wolfish grin. His plaything was alive, playing dead somewhere in the wreckage. He was going to find him. With a swipe of his paw, the top of the metal remains of this car flew in pieces to fall into the water, splash-splashes in the night, and his prey was beneath him, a second of beautiful pale flesh that enticed him before he was announcing his intention to attack and launching a visible ball towards him. Donny wouldn't fuck with that. He had smelled the attack before it launched. He sprang into the air, hurling a piece of metal straight through the ominous orb. The explosion detonated not far above Karate, but as for Donny? He was hundreds of feet in the air, buoyed by the compression of the explosion, felt only a rocking of heat and singeing that didn't even sting. He landed lightly on his feet in the deep crater the bomb had made. No sign of the train car remained, atomized by Karate's attack. The layers of sediment and rock gaped around him, a chasm, water pouring over the sides to fill in the new dent in the ancient earth. Blistering heat engulfed atmosphere around them as the explosive orb hit its target, followed by an ear-splitting boom. The remnants of the metal car flashed red-hot with fire before crumbling as the thermonuclear blast melted and disintegrated everything within a 30ft radius of the fire-gifted demon, the rest of his tattered clothes included. The power from the explosion formed a massive crater deep into the surface of the earth, leaving Karate lying naked at the bottom covered head to toe in soot and ash. Nothing could've survived that blast, he thought, arrogantly smirking to himself as he celebrated his too-early victory. Water splashed up from the pit, soaking his body as huge, abominable paws landed into the crater beside him. The look on Karate's face showed pure and utter shock as he glanced up at the wolf-man who didn't have a single burn or scrape anywhere over his fur-covered body. It filled Karate with a great sense of unease as he lied wounded on the ground below the creature, feeling the toll of his injuries from the crash settling in as he tried to raise himself to retaliate once more. Karasu had never encountered a creature such as this. Growing up in a realm of demons, a humanoid wolf-beast was never something he'd come across until this day. Not knowing his opponent's immediate weaknesses displeased Karate greatly. But as he'd come to know, every creature had a weakness, a point where they were most vulnerable, and this creature would surely be no different. The beast was remarkably fast, fire-resistant, so an up close and personal encounter was something he'd have to accomplish in order to take it down. With that in mind, he swallowed his pain, the adrenaline coursing through his body allowing him to ignore the fractured bones in his leg and quickly sprang back to attention. This time, he wouldn't miss, sending two power-filled blasts behind the wolf's furry haunches and set them ablaze, hoping to keep him on the ground long enough to hit him with a direct blast. Summoning his power once more, he surrounded his own body with every drop of demonic energy he had left inside him and leapt as quickly as his injured legs could carry, launching himself with the full intention of wrapping his body around the beast and detonating himself directly against the fur-covered flesh. There were blasts of heat at his back, distractions, attempts to ground him. His maw widened in a gaping smile, chuffing out something that sounded like a laugh, rattling in his barrel chest. The demon - he must be one - launched himself at Donny, his power filling the air, but it didn't make the fur on Donny's nape stand up. Donny took what he presumed to be appropriate action. The creature was slowed by his wounds, and when he came to Donny, Donny raised his paw and slapped him into the wall of the crater, idly as throwing a toy, detonating his explosion against his paw. The heat and boom and torrent of licking flames wreathed him for a moment, his block head with razor teeth slathering drool, yellow eyes in the night, glinting a little in the firelight. Then the fire quenched inside the water that was now waist-deep for them both, and so did light but for the stars far above. A gravelly voice spoke from deep within the wolf's smoking haunches." My turn." The distance between them was closed with impossible speed, and teeth the size of a dagger crunched on Karate's middle, ripping his flesh but not puncturing his chest cavity. A sensation of wind and air as he leaped from the crater to the bank. In the darkness, he flung the demon back, and then a man was standing there, unhurt, his hand a little bruised and scraped. He had wild white hair and a white beard, a burly frame of pure muscle. He reached into the pocket of his trench coat and pulled out a syringe and a bottle of liquid he unscrewed. His boot dug into Karate's wrist, pulling his arm out, as he readied the syringe. He jabbed it in the vein with one motion and depressed the plunger, batting aside any attempts to fight. Now Karate was drugged with cold iron, and would have no access to healing or bombs until it worked its way out of his system. The syringe and bottle were put away, and then the wolf was back. He snatched Karate's form and jumped once more, to the hiding spot where he'd kept his things. In the darkness lit by the flames from the still burning train, as screams echoed from the village, the man was back. Callously, he kneeled on Karate's broken leg and reaching into the hollow of the pine tree he'd rested Karate against, the sharp needles the bed Karate lay in. He pulled out cloth and wrenched open Karate's mouth, shoving it in, gagging him mercilessly. One heavy-handed paw to his chest was all it took to send him sailing backwards into the rigid dirt wall, but surely not without injury to the beast itself. Disoriented, Karate kept his back against the soil and waited for the smoke to clear, his injured body now shaking as it fought to keep him upright. He tried to heal what little he could, but his energy was beyond spent from fighting to survive the crash and taking the massive creature down, so it was all he could do to pray that this last attack had been enough to subdue the beast until he could recover some of his power. A raucous voice boomed from the dissipating light and the wolf's luminous yellow eyes were soon upon him, beaming forward as the beast parted the water and rushed him faster than Karate could blink, and much to Karate's horrified shock, appearing to remain completely unharmed. An agony-laced growl escaped him as those razor-sharp teeth gripped him tight and dragged him from the crater with unsettling ease, blood pouring down Karate's pale chest and stomach as the canine's fangs punctured deep into his flesh. Karasu sprawled over the ground as he was thrown, ready to turn and try to run from the inhuman creature, but what stood before him now as he looked up was nothing more than silver-haired man. The confounding sight was enough to make Karate freeze and give the man a sufficient amount of time to crunch his boot down onto his arm, keeping the struggling demon in place as violet eyes observed the looming syringe with restless panic. Karate thought he'd initially discovered the weakness of the beast as the man revealed himself, but the muscular, human form of the creature still held an immeasurable strength over him that left him far too weak to fight off. Karasu couldn't even begin to imagine what the contents of the syringe held, the unknown liquid giving off a perturbing heat against his skin before any part of the implement even touched him. Was it some kind of poison? Would it kill him? If it did, would it be a quick death, or painfully slow? Surely with the strength this man displayed he could overpower Karate and kill him with ease, so Karate decided it was most likely going to be the latter. But the sheer difference in strength didn't keep Karate from still trying to fight. Snarling and baring his teeth, disdain filled him heavily as all his attempts to struggle were thwarted, and the needle jabbed hard into his outstretched arm. Fire coursed through his body and he cried out as the liquid entered his veins, the leaves on the trees and the star-filled sky becoming a blur as the world began to dance amid his vision, the poison quickly taking full effect. All of his injuries and previous wounds were felt entirely as every drop of his demonic energy was rendered useless inside of him, leaving him feeling just as weak as the pitiful humans he despised so greatly. Weakness was one thing Karate loathed with his entire being." W-what- what have you done to me?!" Karate tried to shout, but the wolf had returned, and this time, Karate was absolutely terrified. The beast snatched him inside his powerful jaws once more and carried him to a dark, isolated spot at the edge of a remote clearing, the blood from his torn flesh bleeding down the cedar tree his body was rested against. His black tresses had long since been unraveled and parted like a dark veil over his elegant face, his porcelain skin glowing even paler than usual as he glared up at the man who reappeared in front of him. Karasu yelped painfully as the man’s knee crushed against his fractured bones. In a panic, he growled as he fought against the gag as it was pressed against him, his hands shooting up to rip them away, but it was laughable the difference in strength between them now and Karate could only whimper as his lips were wrenched open, choking against the fabric as it was shoved deep into his mouth. What was going to become of him now? Nothing in this realm has ever come close to comparing him in strength like this. Karate thought back to all the times he'd had a human restrained in this exact position, and not once did it cross his mind when torturing them that one day he'd find himself in their place ever again. Donny chuckled as the boy tried to fight, clawing at his big palms and unable to break the skin. He pulled out a longer, white cloth and that was wrapped around the man's face and tied, so he couldn't spit the gag out. Rope was pulled out next, and Donny's eyes narrowed in delight. His muscles tensed and bulged as he grabbed Karate's flailing arms by the wrist. Regardless of any attempts to struggle, he shoved the wrist into the small of Karate's back. The second was grabbed and shoved down, rope held between Donny's teeth. The wriggling boy was tied, the knots more than competent, not tight enough to cut off circulation but tight enough there'd be no weaseling out. An ankle was grabbed, pressed up to his ass, and tied in place via a rope lashed around his hip. The second heel was also pressed up to the hip, and tied in place. Finally, a noose was tied and slid around Karate's neck, his hair gently pulled out of the way. The leash tightened brutally. For a moment, Donny choked him, looking down into those horrified violet eyes. The rope bit deep into Karate's neck, showing a flush of red on the porcelain skin. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Karate's as he suffocated, mouthing over the gag. Chuckling once, he pulled back and let the rope go slacker, before tying the end of the noose to Karate's knees. If he held them tight to his chest, he could breathe. If he pulled or kicked or struggled, he'd strangle himself. A final rope stopped Karate from extending his knees all the way, with plenty of slack for Karate to accidentally choke himself. Donny chuckled, stroking his big, calloused hand through Karate's long black hair, rubbing it, amused by the obviously obsessive care taken with the locks, which were soft as satin. Donny purred. "You love this, don't you? Your hair."" Be a good boy and I won't shave it." A sack was pulled out last and the bound and gagged Karate was dropped into it, one last glimpse of his pale face before the thick sack was pulled tight and tied closed. Donny became a wolf again, and grabbed the top of the sack in his jaws, paws churning as he began the process of smuggling the supernatural away. Soon, men would search these woods, but Donny could smell and hear any humans long before they got close enough to see them. He took off, faster than a motorcycle, the sack awkwardly thumping into his chest. He would deal. It was probably much more uncomfortable for the little boy inside it. Karate flailed like a wild animal in the man's clutches. His nails scratched the steel flesh like a feral cat in effort to loosen the grip, wrenching back before his attempt to spit the gag into that bearded face was thwarted as a longer piece of fabric was lashed around his face. His struggle only intensified as the rope was revealed, but fighting with what was now his peak strength proved completely useless, the poison making him feel fainter by the second. His wrists were grabbed one by one and effortlessly yanked behind his back, the binds cutting into his skin as they lashed around him tight, leaving zero room for escape. A muffled, agonized scream sounded against the gag as his ankle was grabbed next, the fractured bones in his leg screaming right along with him as it was twisted up over his hip, feeling every drop of pain his newly weakened form had to offer. He tried his best to continue fighting, but every strive to wrestle the man away was unavailing as his other ankle was seized and tied up in the same fashion, leaving him to lay completely disabled against the sharp bed of needles. Violet eyes widened as the noose was drawn, unable to stop the man as he slid it around his neck. His screaming silenced and he choked violently as the leash was pulled tight. Karate's eyes widened even further, violet glistening with terror as he looked up into that cruel yellow gaze while the life was suffocated from him. Every muscle in his body tensed as he struggled to breath, his eyes closing tight as he tried in vain to summon his power. Even the weakest of his flames would be enough to burn through the rope, but his fire never came. He was left to the mercy of his sadistic captor, cringing back as those cruel lips came down to kiss over the gag. Relief flooded him as soon as the leash went slack, sucking in sharp, deep breaths through his nose as quickly as he could before his knees were wrenched up, and the rope securely fastened around them. Karasu growled against the gag, snarling and glaring up at the man as that heavy hand began to stroke through his prized black hair. He tried to lunge at him, inherently choking himself in the process. His long hair was his most beloved possession, and any threat made to be rid of it filled him with an undying rage and unsettling anguish. If the man were to defile it in any way, he would surely suffer the crow demon's wrath to the very highest degree. Though, a great unease returned to him as he was shoved into the sack, hearing the wolf reappear outside the darkness shrouding him, and he was whisked away by the animal's jaws once again. It was all he could do to keep his knees pressed to chest, the coarse material grating against his skin as each giant bound knocked the sack against the creature's rocky torso, forcing Karate to choke himself every few steps. Unfamiliar with these woods, he tried to use his senses to detect where they were travelling, but even his keen hunting skills were dulled into that of a useless human. Through his unease, Karate's anger rose exponentially. He didn't come to this world, train this hard, and rise the ranks of power to become someone's pet. His pride took a massive hit, his ego shattered, and Karate was absolutely furious. For the beast's sake, Karate hoped he had something stronger than rope to contain him, because as soon as the poison left his body, he was determined to do whatever it took to rip the massive wolf to pieces. Donny ran until they were farther than a motorcycle or truck could have gone and far out of the realm of where Nazis would search for the bridge's detonators. He eased into a comfortable lope after that, skirting towns and villages, taking his burden deep out into the wilds of the world where there was nothing that could stop them, nothing that could find them, thick primordial forests where houses and villages got farther apart and Nazi control was looser, since there was nothing strategic. Finally, he stopped at a clearing with a hill built into it. From the air, from the ground, there was nothing to suggest anything was here. But when Donny paused in the center of the slight clearing, an unnatural bird call came through the air. Donny slapped his paw against a line of moss and it clanged off metal. He switched to human, leaving Karate in a heap on the ground." Dirty gherkin' Jew," he said into the empty-seeming night. "And I'm picking the next password." The metal swung open and a man with gun drawn nodded him down into the bunker. Men lived there, in the warren of turns and underground tunnels. They'd die there, if the Nazis ever found this place. Donny slid into an interrogation room, and slammed Karate down on top of it, then peeled off the burlap dirty and ripped with the branches that had skidded past as they ran. He pulled Karate up, half-off the table, by a fistful of his hair. A man walked in, saluting." Bogdan, go get the purple velvet bag from my room," Donny said, turning Karate's face this way and that, examining him. The further they ran, the more Karate's anger grew. It was getting harder to breathe, whether it was the effects of the potion or from the lack of oxygen and rope around his neck, he was feeling exceptionally faint. There were no sounds, no smells, nothing that seemed familiar about where they were heading. No other sound filled his ears but those massive paws slapping against the dirt and occasional stone. Twigs and branches stabbed through the burlap as they ran, slicing and tearing through his flesh, and Karate was sure it was intentional. When they finally stopped, clanking of metal was heard followed by an echoing of distant male voices. They were no longer alone. Password. The man must've brought them to a hidden bunker of sorts. The rustling of grass as they entered was a dead giveaway to that. And at the mention of a Jew, he figured it was resistance personnel... Fucking cockroaches. If Karate could learn their whereabouts and reveal this place to his superiors, he would surely be praised for it. The wind was nearly knocked out of him as he was slammed onto the hard surface, and Karate breathed desperately through his nose as the bag was finally torn away. The light stung his sensitive eyes, and before everything could come into focus, he whimpered against the gag as he was wrenched up by a violent hand in his hair. The room began to take shape, as well as the two men standing before him. His eyes lowered into a treacherous snarl and glared up at the silver-haired man examining him. His pent-up rage only grew, especially now since he knew they were resistance. He lunged forward to attack but was stopped suddenly and choked back like a fool. It didn't matter, they could make a joke out of him now, but as soon his power returned, he would fill every last meter of these tunnels with fire, while reserving a most torturous death for his beastly captor. Donny chuckled as Bogdan left. He sliced through the knot of the gag at the back of Karate's head with a single claw he extended from his finger. The reinforced steel of the walls in here meant Karate could scream and holler as much as he liked, the sound would never reach the surface. Donny dove and bit the wad of spit-sodden gag in Karate's mouth and pulled it out with his teeth, spitting it to the floor." Now," he said, turning Karate's chin this way and that. "Now, now, now. A little demon is far from the Makai, and fighting with Nazi troops." His deep voice was coolly amused. The door opened. "Here, sir," the boy said, holding out the bag. Donny left Karate in a tied-up heap on the table and opened the velvet the same color as Karate's eyes delicately, pulling out an iron collar with a jewel in it that was a dull rusty red." Luckily, I know how to care for demons," he said in way of explanation, and the collar was slid under Karate's neck, regardless of attempts to fight, or bite. Every strand of his hair was pulled out of it, carefully, so the long black hair was free of the confines. And then Donny clicked the collar closed and the joins of the lock disappeared, as did the hinge on the back. The jewel began to glow a dim scarlet. And most importantly, and immediately, all of Karate's Youku and extended senses disappeared at once, more fully and completely than the drug. It was as if everything demonic about him was squashed, and he might as well have been born human, for all the strength and abilities he possessed. Donny leaned back on his heels. "Now. Let me look at you." Karate flinched back as the man brought his face to his, cringing as those lips were only inches away as the gag was removed. His first instinct was to begin running his mouth, but given his circumstances, he thought it's better to keep silent and observe before doing anything he might regret. Though, it didn't wipe the hostile glare from his face as the man held and examined him. He could feel his powers starting to return. The cuts and bruises over his skin we're slowly beginning to heal, and it was only a matter of time before he would incinerate every filthy Jew crawling inside this bunker. Though, if he were honest, Jew or not, it didn't matter. He was disgusted by anyone weaker than him, and as far as he was concerned, the entire human race deserved to be extinguished. It shocked Karate for a moment when learned his captor knew of the Makai, but he let himself brush it off. In just mere moments, there would be one less person who knew of his home after Karate obliterated him. However, when the velvet bag was opened, Karate eyed its contents with the utmost contempt. He could feel the warding properties of the object flaring from the red jewel as it was brought closer to him, and only then did he begin to protest." No... You vile creature, don't. Keep that away from me!" Karate snarled and gnashed his teeth at the man, hoping to sink his fangs deep into the flesh of his hands, but it was no use. All he could do was struggle and flail against his restraints, laying in a frustrated heap on the table as the collar was snapped into place. He growled furiously through clenched teeth as he felt his powers drain in full once again. Only this time, as the crimson jewel began to glow, he felt himself grow more feeble than the weakest of humans, and he thought he may actually be sick. His plan of escape was crushed as quickly as it had been devised. What was going to become of him now? Torture, most likely. But he was no stranger to torture, he would survive. All of his training up to this point had prepared him for a moment like this. Karasu's eyes rose to meet those examining him, his breath staggering as all the previous pain returned to him at once. Words couldn't describe how much he loathed this man, and he masked all the fear he felt towards him beneath his threats and expressions of hatred. "Hm, do you like what you see? I can assure that you'll regret ever laying your hands on me, so be sure to get a nice, long look. I will be the last thing you see before your heart is torn from your chest. It will make a most delicious treat, I'm sure." "Hamm," Donny purred, thoughtful. While Karate's mouth was still open to say the last word, he slid his fingers into it, tripping over his tongue and plunging deep, down his throat, forcing Karate to breathe around him - to feel that no matter how hard he ground his teeth, Donny's hand never broke, and it never bothered him. He stayed there, comfortably, fingers in his warm lips." Now," he said softly to him, "I'll do more than look, sweetheart."" You know, they call us dirty Jews where you're from but - I think you'll find that an actually accurate moniker for me. I'm very dirty. In fact, I've had so many pretty things I might have a couple of diseases running around. I can heal them, of course - but can you? In this weakened state? Bad boy, I can feel your teeth. Especially this one here." His other hand touched the fang Karate had, not quite human. Donny smiled down at him. "What's something you can't heal, boy? Can you grow a new tooth?"" I want to find out," he purred, and his nails dug into Karate's gums, keeping his fingers in his throat. He twisted and pulled and wrenched until with a sickening pop and grind, one of Karate's fangs, dripping blood, gore and viscera, pulled free from his head. Donny grunted, examining it. "I'm going to have this made into an ivory ring. Symbol of our marriage, little wife. Now." His fingers pulled from Karate's throat, letting the blood from his open hole in his mouth coat his tongue, spill down and fill his belly as he tried not to drown on it. Donny touched the crystal on the collar, staining it with a smear of red blood. "Go ahead. Heal it. I want to see if you can." His head thrust back, and Karate choked on his last word as the thick fingers pried into his mouth. His teeth gnashed and ripped at the intrusion, but the iron flesh never saw so much as a scratch. He was so weak, pitiful, and unable to do a thing as the fingers shoved down his throat. He listened to the man speak, his narrowed eyes burning with retribution as he hung onto every word. His stomach heaved as he gasped for breath, but it wasn't the merciless gagging that made him feel sick. The thought of becoming someone else's plaything unnerved him more than the cruelest of torment. Because, for Karate, it was the worst form of torture he could imagine. He bit down harder. Even if his efforts were in vain, he couldn't let himself be taken without a fight. Only when he felt the man's fingers grip onto his canine and begin to twist did his expression of hatred falter. Violet eyes widened, and his face twisted into one of horror, screaming a muffled slew of profanities against the fingers as the man started to pull. In his demon form, it still would've hurt, but in this feeble, human form, it was absolute agony, and Karate howled in pain as his tooth was yanked from his skull. Blood gushed profusely from the hollowed opening, and Karate twisted away to let it pour out, choking and coughing between his roars of anguish. Karasu was out of his mind. The pain, the humiliation of weakness, and now, the man dared to taunt him. To remind him just how little power he had. Karate despised not being in control. All his life, he was ruled by another from the beginning, and he was not about to let it happen again. It couldn't happen again. It just couldn't... His eyes peered up to meet the cruel gold, his snarl returning, and he spat a mouthful of blood up at the man's smug face. "Bastard, I am not your wife. I am not your pet. I could heal these wounds in an instant, and will prove it to you. Coward. Why don't you take off this collar off of me? Is it that you're afraid of me? You pathetic, fucking Jew." Donny closed his eyes without a flinch as blood was spat at him. Chuckling darkly, he licked the blood off his face with a flash of red tongue. The rest he left, liking the fact that he was dripping with Karate's blood." Oh, you can heal a lost tooth? Well then. There's no point in saving them, is there? I'll take them all out, and fuck your throat when it's defenseless to stop me. You can heal. It's no problem, right?"" Now make the choice. You bite me, and I take out all your teeth, one by one, and fuck you like that. Can't promise you won't drown in the cum, but that's not really my concern, is it?"" Will you bite me again, little bird?" He slid his fingers confidently into Karate's mouth, letting him decide if he continued this doomed crusade, or if he learned to play nicely - to suck, instead of bite. Finally, it became all too clear, the man's intentions... Not only was the beast planning to torture him, but to rape him as well. Karate was no stranger to rape, nor was he a stranger to a sadist's game, having frequently partaken in both himself. Only this time, he was the one who had to satisfy the sadist's thirst, and it sickened him to his core. Karasu still had enough sense to know the man would not make idle on his threats. If he didn't obey to some degree, he would surely die down here, alone, with no one else knowing of this place's existence. He had survived this. Even if it was only so he could destroy this man with his bare hands... For now, it was enough motive to keep himself alive. His lips parted and allowed the intruding fingers to enter. The man would feel no gnashing of his teeth, no tilt of his head to jerk himself away-only a nice, warm coat of blood was all that would touch him. Though, Karate couldn't keep the look of malice out of his eyes as he gazed back up at him, blood spewing deliciously from his lips as he choked when the fingers slipped into the back of his throat. But still, he didn't bite. Nor did he suck, only closing his lips lazily around the fingers. It was all his shattering pride would allow him to do. Donny gazed down at him with the lofty height of superiority. His new pet took his fingers, long and deep down what was obviously a well-trained gullet. Well-trained enough Donny knew he could have sucked and licked if he wanted to. Donny deliberated, looking down at Karate with his gaze hooded. His smirk was full of disdain for the Nazi. "Is that all you're going to be? A hole?" Donny asked, pushing his knuckles in deep, his fingers sliding past the pitiful defenses of the back of his throat and coming to rest inside his delicate esophagus. "I can make any part of you a hole. I can cut, right here," and he slid a finger down Karate's pale thigh, "and use that as a hole. I don't need your mouth if all it's going to be is a hole, you know? Think of all the inconvenience I'll suffer, having to listen to you talk."" Give me a reason to preserve your mouth, boy."

Tell Me No Lies (KyoukiKoe & Sekah)|rating:3.0

Collage days! ( IxStarfallxI x Relikai )

Torino Langston(in the back seat of the solid black Lincoln Town car as it drove through the small picturesque city. It was a small city, yet also one of those breathtaking, beautiful places that could be seen on hallmark cards and calendars or computer screen savers. A large sparkling lake was seen in the distance as they drove closer to it. Still despite all the beauty around her, she saw none of it. All she saw was the prison she was being sent off to for the next four years of her life. At least that's what it felt like. She was eighteen now, and her parents had decided that this was the best, most secure place for her to go to collage. Not that it mattered to them that it was miles away from her home in New York City. Well, not that New York was her only home. She'd lived all over the world. Spent time in Rome, Spain, England, France, China, Japan, and other countries over the years. Her father was a billionaire who owned a major tech and software cooperation. He did business all over the world. Owned yacht and had spent time all over, so she and her mother had spent time with him to all over the world. Still she had graduated from high school, and now was being sent to a collage that was for the rich, famous and most elite kids around the world. Children of world leaders, billionaires, rock and movie stars, you name it. It was highly secure and safe. No student who went here had ever been kidnapped for ransom or had to fear some sort of reprisal just because of whom their parents were. She knew it was for her own safety that her father insisted she come here. Still. She felt that it was him sending her away, far away, and it was breaking her heart to be so far away from her mother as well. Her mother was her best friend. She'd never been parted from her this long or this far away in her life. The truth was that Torino's father was not her biological father. He'd met her mother when she was not even a year old. Her mom was a single mother, her boyfriend having run off leaving her as soon as he found out she was pregnant. Her mother was from Japan, but living in California at the time. Torino had been born in California. She never knew who her real father was nor did she care. David had met her mom when she was a maid cleaning his hotel room. Her mom had walked in to clean the room not seeing any do not disturb signs on the door. When she had, David Langston had walked out of his room totally naked and scared the crap out of her mother. She'd fled the room, but soon after they met again and soon hit it off. After at rocky start they fell in love, and eventually he'd married her mother and adopted Torino as his own daughter. He'd raised her, loved her. He was her father, her dad by everything that mattered. Furthermore, he had also named her his full heiress, leaving everything he owned to her. All his companies. All his money, his cars, his everything was to be hers when he passed. It was touching really because that meant that he truly thought of her as his daughter. She didn't care about all the money, or anything like that. She'd never been vein or spoiled. Noriko was a very beautiful girl, her Japanese heritage showing in her beautiful face, her soft pale skin, her dark hair and soft dark chocolate colored expressive eyes. She stood at five foot five inches tall and was rather petite, but her body was nicely developed, her breasts perky and rounded in the right way, her ass also very sexy when she let it show. Most times she dressed rather conservatively keeping her natural beauty and sexiness hidden because she was very conscious of who her father was, not wanting to be fodder for tabloids and the like. As she looked out the window a soft sigh escaped her pretty peach glossed lips." Something wrong Torino?" The man driving spoke as his gaze met hers in the mirror. She glanced to him and shook her head as she sat up slowly. "No, nothing's wrong Marcus." She responded. Yet she knew she could hide very little from Marcus. Marcus was her rock. If her mom was her best friend, Marcus was a close second. And he was also her personal bodyguard and driver. He'd been hired by her father when she was twelve. He'd been assigned to her then and she'd known him for six years now. Furthermore, he'd always been there, protected her, talked to her like an equal and a friend, not an employee to his boss. She told him all kinds of things, confided in him. He'd never told her father her secrets and she loved him all the more for that. Not loved romantically. Though if she were being truthful with herself, she had been having a few darker fantasies about him lately. He was a very good-looking man. Muscled and toned in all the right spots. He was an ex Navy SEAL who had seen combat in the Middle East and elsewhere. He didn't speak much of those times and she didn't push it. But she knew he could take care of himself, and he had even trained her himself in how to defend herself is she ever needed to. Not even her father was aware of that, but Marcus had taught her how to shoot guns, how to use a knife, and how to fight with hand-to-hand skill if she ever had to fight off an attacker, or attempted kidnapper. The only solace she had in all of this was that he would be nearby. Her father owned a villa outside the small city near the lake, it was actually hers now. He'd signed it over to her. She wouldn't live there of course, at least not during class times. But during breaks and holiday's it was there for her use, and Marcus would be living there himself so that he'd be close. Anytime she needed to go off campus into the city, he'd be there with the car to take her, and keep her safe. He was going to be near so if she ever needed him she would just have to call and he'd be there. That pleased her and eased some of the pain and fear in her heart at being sent off to a new place to live to start her collage education. Soon they were there. As he pulled in front of the building that housed her dorm she looked up and saw her father's name on the building. Of course. He'd donated so much money here over the years, his family doing the same. This wing was the Langston Hall. Named in his honor. That wouldn't be awkward to her one bit having to live there right? She sighed then as Marcus opened the door she slipped out. She took a moment to look around as he moved to the trunk to open it and pull out her luggage. Furthermore, she only had two suitcases right now, some clothes and toiletries and things she'd need. Her other items were being shipped and would arrive in the next day or so. As he shut the trunk and moved around to join her Torino quickly hugged Marcus. "Thanks for coming with me Marcus. I'd be so lost here without you nearby." He hugged her back gently rubbing her back. "It'll be okay little flower. This will be good for you. Give you a chance to bloom." He gave her a smile then as she moved back picked up her bags and walked in with her. It didn't take long before they reached the suite of rooms that were to be where she'd be living. She knocked but no answer. So shrugging she pushed her way in and opened the door for Marcus to follow. There was only one empty bedroom in the four-room suite so he moved in and placed her bags down on the large bed. This place was beyond fancy. What you'd expect for the richest crop of students from all over the world. After placing down her bags Marcus again hugged Torino goodbye. "Ok sweets. I'll be at the villa. If you need anything, call me okay? And remember to have fun. This is collage. Supposed to be a chance to blossom and experience new things." After Marcus left her Torino again felt that nervous jitters fluttering in her belly. Whom would she be roomed with? She hoped the girls were nice. She didn't want to deal with bullies. Still she took this time to unpack her things, put her clothes away in her closet, and then she even took a quick shower and changed. She was in her room now sitting at her desk brushing out her long silky dark hair, still a bit damp from her shower. She wore a simple red Flash superhero tee-shirt with the iconic thunderbolt over her breasts. A pair of jean shorts and socks but nothing else. She was dressed down simply and comfortable as she sat at her desk brushing her hair with her bedroom door open. She had earbuds in her ears as her IPod played music so she didn't hear when the outer door of the main living area opened to let someone in one of her roommates. Joseph Capone(was the end of a long day at training, with the school semester starting in a few days time. Being one of the aces for the basketball team, the tall and lanky Joseph Capone, nineteen years of age and the son of the Capone Hotel Chain, he was a huge prospect in the campus, and studying in Maris town College only elevated his status as a future star. Although he was mostly in the study of Business and Management, basketball was his main sport, and he was expected to lead Maris town to glory against rival colleges around the country, and even on the international level when foreign teams come by to challenge for honors. He was a competent academic as well, scoring well in the many tests members of the College were put to every month, their academic prowess augmented with real case scenarios to tackle according to their curriculum. British by birth, he stood at a height of nearly six feet, and has a lean body packed with muscle. Rock hard abs showed how much training he invested in his core muscles, and he walked proudly everywhere he went, his blonde hair boasting their natural curls even after a shower. A well sculpted figure, he did not care to bulk up as much as the muscle heads in school, but rather focused on being good for the cameras as required in his future position, especially when he was to be placed in charge of a resort right after graduation. Being in the Langston Hall only increased the dwellers' prestige as many knew that of the sponsors of Maris town College, the Langston Family are true believers in the concept of the elite education. Only the best professors came here to teach, the most precise of instruments made, the best cooks and world-renowned coaches based to provide for each student's health and welfare, and in preparation for them to enter the real world. Joseph was one of them, and imagine his surprise when he opened the door to see a girl occupying the fourth room, the room which was previously occupied by a graduate and left vacant over the holidays. Truth be told, the room was used for some activities which were... shadier... than one would expect the students to partake in, for while they were people from prestigious backgrounds, they were still teenagers or young adults going through puberty, and the lack of personal supervision meant that a girl, be it a female student, a relative or a friend from town was often brought into an empty room with a guy or more joining her later on. Joseph's surprise was complete at seeing it finally taken, but it turned into a slight form of shock when he saw the girl occupying it. The first thing which caught his gaze was her shirt, Joseph eyeing the swell of her chest as the lightning bolt plastered itself over those ample breasts. He has had his taste of Asian girls, but none as well-endowed as the one brushing her hair right there. She was listening to music, probably why she did not catch him entering, but Joseph slowly walked towards his room, placing his bag down before heading towards the open door, a knuckle knocking against the pristine wood of the door as he waited for her to respond. It took her a moment before she realized the knocking was out of tune to the music. Reaching up she pulled the buds from her ears and glanced towards the door, a slight flush coloring her cheeks to find someone standing there looking at her as he leaned slightly against the frame. Her eyes took him in, he was tall. A bit sweaty, and very good-looking. All that flashed through her mind in a second. He was also in her room, staring at her like. She didn't really know, but it left her feeling uncomfortable, like he were stripping her naked with his gaze and eye fucking the hell out of her. "Uh... What? Who are you?" She finally managed to remember she knew how to speak and found the words to do so as she turned in her seat setting her brush down on her desk and looking more fully at him with a small frown touching her pretty soft pink lips. She wasn't wearing any make up nor did she really need it. Furthermore, she was just naturally beautiful. Her lips were soft, lush and her eyes wide, expressive as she looked at him full of emotion. Mostly worry and a little fear. Why was a guy standing there staring at her? She didn't know the dorms were coed. She'd been expecting female roommates." If you are looking for someone, no one else is here yet." She said again softly, as her pretty perfect white teeth caught her lower lip, nibbling gently at the corner as her cheeks flushed a little bit hotter under his intense gaze as he was still staring at her. She'd even seen his eyes drop to star at her tits a bit which is when she covered her breasts a little with her arms as if in reaction. He gave a small laugh, shaking his head at her words as Joseph kept his gaze on the girl. She was attractive, the way she turned with her long dark hair contrasting against her pale complexion. He kept his eyes fixed on hers, a smile appearing on his face as he considered her words. A hand ran along his hair, the image of the girl burned into his mind as he continued standing at the door, a response being formulated in his mind." Wait, you aren't some girl called up by Cabin?" He asked, an eyebrow arched in skepticism. Well, the room seemed furnished, and she does have a couple of bags lying around, so she might actually be... a roommate. A female roommate..." Well, I'm actually one of the three staying here. My room's just next to this, and this was empty in the morning. Are you a new roommate? They didn't update us enough, didn't know there would be a girl here either." He said with a scoff, before brazenly walking in, ignoring the fact that it was her room and that she might feel slightly uncomfortable. Here to most of the students of Maris town College, it was the realm of the males after all." I'm Joseph Capone, of the Capone Hotel Chain." He said, hand extended towards the girl. "If we're to be roommates, I guess we should get along well together, shouldn't we?" Her eyes blinked a few times in surprise when she heard his words, and it dawned on her. He was a roommate? A guy? What the hell! She shook he head her cheeks turning a bit pink. "What?! This isn't a girls' dorm?" She frowned and then when he boldly moved forward entering her room without her express permission she glared at him a bit angrily but didn't say anything. When he gave his name, and his title which she really didn't find impressive at all. Such things didn't matter to her. She did take his hand though to be polite. Her mother had raised her with proper manners after all. "Torino. Torino Langston." She said. Her last name came out in a soft almost whisper of sound as if she didn't want to admit to whom she was considering where she was living now. But people would find out soon enough anyway so no way to hide it. As she slipped her hand into his she was watching him with a wary eye as if afraid he might try to pounce on her right then and there. She wasn't used to this, being on her own, at some collage far from home. She wasn't good around new people and tended to stay more to herself. So his moving into her room she felt like was invading her personal space and had her feeling very awkward and uncomfortable. "Nope my dear. I thought this is a boy's dorm, and you're one of... never mind." He said as the girl introduced herself as Torino Langston. Langston? The namesake which this lodge was named after? Surely it was an impressive feat for the College to have named a lodge after a family, and he also knew of Langston's products, some of the resorts use technology created and manufactured by the tech giant. Not bad, to have a hot roommate bearing such a name, while being a hottie to boot, not bad at all. His grip was steady, not too soft nor too hard, although he made sure not to squeeze or show his dominance from the start. He smiled at her reply, eyes continuing to bore down into hers for a while before releasing her hand, his own moving to his chest as he gave her a bow like how a hotel concierge would." I think it'll be better to say that this is... co-ed..." He continued, a hand resting on the back of her chair as he looked around. "We do everything here by ourselves. Cooking, homework, gumming... come, I'll show you around if you'll allow me to? After all we would know this suite pretty well. It's amazing, and when the other two return it'll be great I tell ya." The suite itself was large, four rooms, two on each side, and a door leading into a small gym room with a small pool next to it. The pool has heating options, allowing for it to be used as a jacuzzi as well as a place for people to cool themselves after a hard workout in the small gym. There was a kitchen next to the main living room, full of equipment for the tenants to cook whatever they wanted, safety equipment nearby and cooking classes as part of the Life Skills curriculum meaning that they could do so without much risk of a fire." This is a pretty large place, good to get acquainted." Joseph continued, moving out of the room as he headed towards the kitchen, reaching for a wine cabinet. "Say, Torino. Do you drink? We do every evening, and since you're new here we might as well celebrate a little before school starts." She was still a little in shock, but she nodded to his words. "Uhm, sure." Shrugging lightly Torino got to her feet moving to follow him as he led her out of the room. Soon he was showing off the entire area for her. The pool, the gym, the kitchen. It was all just for her and her roommates. Not bad. She guessed that since they came from such important families it made a bit of sense to have such available to them. Still it seemed a bit overboard to her for a collage, but she wasn't going to gripe about it. Soon he led her to the kitchen and as seeking out a bottle of wine. "Not really." She admitted when he asked her about drinking. "I'm just eighteen. I've drank a little bit on certain occasions but not really at a party level." She shrugged again lightly, not ashamed to admit that she wasn't a party girl or drunk. She was who she was, and wasn't shamed by it or her lack of certain experiences. Still when he turned to her, she didn't run away either, her soft expressive dark brown eyes meeting his boldly without flinching away. If he was going to pour her a glass she wouldn't turn it away. She wasn't going to let this situation cow her. A little frown touched her pretty lips though as she looked around. "So by your surprise I take it that all the other occupants here are males too?" She sighed. "That kind of sucks." She blurted out. Then blushed looking back to him. "I mean. Not that I'm roommates with you guys, just that.... It's well, I don't know. I feel out numbered here." "Hm! Well, we often have a drink, so don't be surprised to be offered them in the Academy. If you'd like there is wine tasting courses, and other elective modules to take." Joseph continued, pulling out two glasses and laying them on the counter, beckoning Torino to come over. A bottle was popped, a red wine from Château Lat our in hand as he poured some into both glasses, the rich wine, not something one could buy off a supermarket but not too high end for a bunch of students." Got this from my side." He continued, offering a glass to Torino as he listened to her. "It's a sweet and slightly bitter wine, but smooth for the throat. Good for first timers." He said, raising his glass to clink against hers as he took a sip." Well, Co-ed rooms are actually more common than you think, Miss Langston." He explained. "But there are more guys... many more, guys, than girls here. Langston itself has a grand total of twenty girls for sixty guys, and hardly any all-female suites." He took a sip before moving beside Torino, giving a small sigh as he looked at her. "Yes, the other two are guys as well. One of them is Marcus Holstein, generally a nice bloke who's focusing on the chess club. Some call him a nerd, but he's one of the smartest around. Nothing much from him as he leads a pretty boring life. The other guy though, Cabin Jackson, you.... should be wary around him. He's a playboy, and rumor has it that he approaches every new girl with the intention of being the first to sleep with them by any means necessary. The academy doesn't frown on his behavior though, for some professors see it as a competitive spirit in this new age, and that everyone should start negotiating at this young age with one another." He took another sip, before offering a small bowl of peanuts to Torino. "Goes well with the wine. And don't worry, the feeling of being... outnumbered... it'll soon pass, we'll take good care of you." He said with a wink, but was unable to prevent a gaze from slipping down to the sign of the Flash, where her womanly assets were. "So, any more questions from Miss Langston?" "I see..." She said to all the information he bombarded her with. It was a lot to take in. "Wait... So they let him rape girls is that what you're saying?" She wanted to be clear about that point because she was starting to wonder if she should risk staying here with that sort of guy, because... No way. She'd rather stay in the villa near campus in that case. It was a bit scary to think that something like that was allowed to go on around here without anyone stopping it. Even encouraged? Maybe that wasn't quite what he had meant by any means necessary, but that's what it sounded like to her. In the meantime though she took a sip of the wine because she felt she needed something bracing to get through this conversation. The first guy he spoke of sounded more her type, quiet, smart, even a little nerdy she was into that. But not the playboy. She wanted nothing to do with that one. So she waited for his answer, while taking a peanut and pushing it into her mouth while watching him. She shook her head though when he asked if she had any other questions. She just wanted to know what the deal with this was, and if she should make arrangements to live elsewhere because she couldn't stay in a place where she felt afraid and unsafe. "Rape? Oh no, not rape... it's mostly... consensual." Joseph replied with a shrug. "At least, there are rules to prevent scandals from leaking out, methods to prevent trouble from brewing from the academy. That's why there's been a perfect record. At the first sign of someone being abused, not only would there be repercussions within the school, but imagine two companies having a go at each other outside on a... global scale. There is to be no nonsense in this place, and I believe that's what your father believed when he funded this place."" Perhaps it'll be clearer that he'll make the effort, that beys- guy." Joseph continued. Perhaps Torino could see that the boy possessed a degree of dislike for Cabin from his tone when addressing him. "Every girl there is, he'll make a pass. However, he does know his limits, and Marcus and I are his limits. There won't be anything to fear as long as one of us are here, Miss Langston." Moving to place his glass down, he paced around a little, looking at the time. "So, any plans or expectations you have here... like sports... extracurricular activities?" She nodded. "I see. So when I tell him no he will respect it and not push it to far?" She nodded able to accept what he was saying. She'd need to be careful around this man, and fully expect he may try to seduce her. But if she didn't want it then it'd be okay? Well that's what she took from the exchange. So she drank down some more of the wine and nodded. "This really is good. I like it." When he asked her about plans she shrugged. "I don't know yet really to be honest. I do like football." She stated. Then clarified just because not everyone thought of it that way, mostly Americans. But she'd spent a lot of time in Europe too growing up. "Soccer I mean. I played in high school. It was always fun. And I was a cheerleader and on the gymnastics team. So any of those are good options I think." She sipped the last of her wine down then sat her glass aside. Getting to her feet she stretched a bit and yawned, her eyes closing a moment as her back arched in her stretch. She had no idea how lovely it made her braless breasts look when she pushed them up tight against her shirt like that. She wasn't used to living around guys so she wasn't in the habit of watching her mannerisms and actions around people. Furthermore, she also didn't have experience with guys actively trying to get her into bed. Furthermore, she'd been asked out sure, but she always turned them down and went on her way. Now she would be living in close quarters with three guys. It could be... problematic for her. And if the other two were as good-looking as him, she would have some problems of her own keeping her hormones in check. Dropping her arms to her sides her eyes popped open, and she looked about the kitchen. She hadn't eaten today. She was too nervous for breakfast. And now the wine was going right to her head between her petite frame, lack of drinking tolerance, and no food it was making her already feel a bit tipsy, her cheeks lightly flushed as she smiled at him. "So what do you guys usually do for dinner? Cook yourselves, or eat out somewhere? I haven't been anywhere but here so far so haven't seen any of the campus yet." She admitted softly. Cabin Jackson(Holstein("M...maybe." Joseph replied, thinking of how the lusty Cabin would have any sense of respect for females. He did not reveal it to Torino however, choosing to let things flow as he listened to her sharing, especially the part on her hobbies which included soccer, one of the biggest sports in the world." Soccer? Kinda unorthodox for a girl I feel." Joseph replied, downing his glass before collecting hers as well for some washing. "We do have spaces on the cheerleading squad, although our soccer girls often double as that during the guy's matches. While there is a league for the girls, it isn't as popular as the men's, but we do have good coaches nonetheless, I think you should enjoy the training." His eyes caught her stretching form, as careful observation seemed to pick out two buds sticking from her breasts. No bra? Joseph thought, his eyes widening for just a moment as he considered the possibility. He did not spend too much time staring however, as Torino inquired about dinner. It was a habit for roommates to get along, and cooking and eating were mutual activities which could lead to good bonding sessions." We often cook our own food. We also learn that in Life Skills, basic cooking and other ways to prepare food without the need to leave the campus. There is a large cafeteria at the main hall, but it's quite a walk from here and the food we can buy from the campus supermarket sure does beat the quality served there." He could see her being slightly unsteady, Joseph taking a step forward with a slightly concerned look on his face. "Are you alright? Need me to whip out something- actually I should just prepare dinner, as the others should be here soon." No sooner had he said that, the door opened to reveal two tall boys walking in, both seemingly fresh from a shower like Joseph was when he first appeared before Torino. Leading the way was a loud and enthusiastic boy, his body larger than Joseph as his arms were filled with solid muscle. His hair was shaved short, his six-foot frame towering over Torino as much as Joseph did, but he carried an aura much more intimidating which came with his size, and the way his eyes immediately caught Torino, widening slightly as his tongue slid over his lips as if anticipating a delicious meal." Whoa! Who's this babe?" He immediately asked, bounding over to the two as he passed a bag to Joseph, inside filled with fresh meat and produce meant for dinner. "Hey Job, you can't be hogging the babes to yourself man. Hey you-" He turned to Torino. "I'm Cabin Jackson, room leader and athletics representative for Langston Hall. That guy there, he's Marcus Holstein, the brains of this entire school. Don't see him by his nerdy looks, he's a great guy." He said, standing right in front of the girl as he appraised her just as Joseph did, but with much more intent as his eyes focused on her braless mounds, a finger rubbing his lower chin before turning away towards the kitchen." Dinner's going to be ready in a few minutes! Why doesn't Marcus help her get ready?"" She's our new roommate, CAV. Don't get too excited.""Oh, shit. Really? Really?" The question could be heard from the kitchen as Cabin turned towards Torino. "Hot damn. We have to celebrate. Prep a spread we're going to enjoy this night!" The third boy, slightly in between the height of the two other boys and Torino, approached her sheepishly and seemed to not pay much attention to her body. Instead, he raised his hand towards her in a handshake, offering it as he gave her a bow of his own." I'm Marcus Holstein, as Cabin introduced. Nice to know you. I assume you are, going to be our fourth roommate? If that is the case I hope we can all get together well." She nodded to him about his comments on cooking. She didn't mind that. In fact, she loved to cook. She was very good at it. But she wasn't going to become their cooking servant either. However, when it was her turn she didn't mind doing her share too as long as they did as well and didn't try to take her for granted. However before she could speak more two others came in interrupting the scene. Her eyes looked to the two men, and she had little troubles picking out the one who she'd been warned about. His eyes were staring mostly at her tits and making her very uncomfortable. When they heard she was the new roommate she glanced between the three guys, then looked to each one in turn slowly nodding. "It's nice to meet you all. I'm hoping that this will be a good first year for me here." She said softly. She spoke with soft politeness not voicing her concerns about sex. That was the last thing on her mind, and having been warned about Calvin she watched him a bit wildly. She wasn't going to drop her guard around him for sure.However, when Marcus came over he was nice, and cute, and she smiled to him as he shook her hand. He was also looking in her eyes not at her breasts which earned him special points in her book. So far she liked him best, he was definitely her current favorite. "Dinner would be up soon!" Calvin's voice came from the kitchen as the smell of cooked beef wafted into the living room. The gravy, prepared some time before the boys left for their activities, was rich and aromatic as they added spices to complete the flavor. Mushroom and Black Pepper, the beef was cooked to medium rare, four thick portions of tenderloin from the Japanese way being prepared as they did potatoes, corn and carrots as well to complete the meal. Joseph was a master cook, slicing and dicing the carrots and parting the corn expertly with a knife, while Calvin cracked several eggs to prepare with the potatoes. For Marcus, he went about preparing the table, with utensils and glasses being laid around the table after assuring Torino that she didn't have to do much for now." Leave it to us, we'll get it done for now." He said, nodding politely as the table was being prepared. A couple of wine bottles were brought out, Marcus selecting something sweet, but was handed a strong drink by Calvin who insisted that something rich would work for the special day." We have a newcomer, Marcus." He said, carrying a bottle filled with golden whiskey, placing it on the table next to the wine. "After all, we're going to spend our school life here as roommates. Might as well knock ourselves out before the semester begins!"" Alright Calvin, alright." Marcus replied, scratching his neck a little as he viewed the table. "Looks about done!" The table was set, with the steak laid out on each plate, a bowl of mashed potatoes with egg, carrots, and a bowl of corn for each of them to enjoy. A large pot of fresh bubbling mushroom soup lay in the middle, the rich liquid scooped into each bowl as Jonny helped with serving, politely pulling the chair for Torino to sit. For each of the boys, preparing dinner was something they did professionally, not conflicting with each other nor trying to drag Torino into their preparations. The steak was well cooked and juicy, with the gravy to enhance the flavor. Marcus poured each of them a generous serving of the wine, something similar to what Torino had earlier. It was slightly stronger though, as Jonny seemed to miss informing them that she had a bit to drink earlier, and the boys were caught up with making a delicious dinner for their new roommate." Plenty of protein here, good for our training." Jonny said, him and Calvin being big sized boys, with muscles lining their arms and Calvin's visible from the tight shirt he wore. He seemed to be someone like a bodybuilder, although he would share that his main activity was canoeing." Yes, got to keep the body up. Think I'll hit the gym later, burn a little fat with a hard workout before sleeping." He replied. Turning to Torino, he seemed to eye her once more, especially through the shirt she wore. "So... Torino, is it? Mind if we call you that? Anyway, apart from soccer, do you work out? Exercise? I assume you do, right?"" Of course, she does." Marcus added from the side, taking a sip of his soup. "Any lady with such refined grace should know how to keep herself fit."" Yes Marcus... but does she gym?" Calvin asked with a scowl, before turning back to Torino. "If you're up for it, we can get up early tomorrow, and start that day with a workout... which do you prefer here, swimming, or the gym?" While the guys worked at fixing dinner Torino had retreated back to her own room, this time firmly shutting the door so she had some privacy and changed clothes. She put on a pretty sky blue colored summer dress with some scrappy sandals on her feet. She brushed out her long dark hair and combed it into twin pigtails which bounced about her shoulders and then fell down her back. Once done she stepped back out to join then again. As they had dinner on the table she moved over and sat down looking between them. They all seemed full of energy. And she was feeling a little bubbly from the wine she had before so she enjoyed the dinner talking with them, telling them a bit about herself. "Sure, you all can call me Torino" She said to them. Then sipped her wine as she ate dinner. Soon she was looking at Calvin as he asked her about the gym. She shrugged lightly. "I like to jog and swim. I don't really spend a lot of time actively in a gym setting though I am a gymnastics' student. If that counts." She snickered softly, then sat back in her seat taking another gulp of wine. By now she was really feeling it as it was effecting her mind and even her body, her cheeks flushed and making her feel a bit more happy and excited less guarded right then. "Gymnastics? So I assume you're quite... flexible? Perhaps you can consider cheerleading, or the acrobatics... although you do seem set on soccer." Calvin replied, noticing her snicker, her tone as well as her mannerisms which seemed to hint towards a sense of liberty over cautiousness. He smiled behind his cup, noticing Torino lean back, a sign of both fatigue and perhaps tipsiness given how she was so open with them, chatting freely among themselves. The way she looked, a cute face with two pigtails showed a younger side of her, but with a fully grown woman's body given how her curves showed themselves. Jonny himself was eyeing her from the side, but Marcus was fully committed to holding the conversation to the best of his ability, given how he was slightly red from the alcohol as well." Marcus is in the... what's that... chess? Or chemistry." Jonny quipped from the side, as Marcus began to clear up the table. "And-... hey Torino, you're feeling alright?" He asked, waving his hand at her, trying to see if she could respond well. "Maybe she had a little too much to drink..." She was smiling. So was smiley. It wasn't really like her. The wine had just gone right to her head. She never really drank before not like this. And so she was already feeling its effects she even giggled when someone, she wasn't sure which one asked if she was alright. She nodded her head. "I am fine!" She managed to get out with only a little slurring of her words. She tried to get up though and stumbled just a bit only managing to spill her glass over on herself. Furthermore, she gasped feeling the splash of liquid on her dress. This had her laughing again as if she thought it was the most funny thing ever. So as she managed to get to her feet she felt hands on her arms and around her waist helping to guide her back towards her room. She wasn't even sure which of the guys was helping her, but she didn't care either. She leaned somewhat against him and soon was led to her room and found herself standing near her bed. Her gaze looked around then over to him as she waited there. He'd told her to wait there so he could find something for her to change into. So she stood there and waited though her eyes kept traveling towards her very large and comfortable looking bed. She yawned, feeling like she wanted nothing else in the world just then but to crawl into the bed and sleep. It was almost calling her name. Jonny moved to help her, but there was a tap on his shoulder as Calvin gestured to him, the athlete instead taking Torino as she stood with her glass spilling a little of the wine over herself. Quickly, he managed to catch the glass, preventing it from being damaged as he passed it to Jonny, who seemed to be looking at him with a slightly dark look." I think... she's fresh." Jonny whispered. Deep inside, he has an inkling of what Calvin has in mind for Torino, especially when she's drunk and helpless against a strong man with a purpose of having his way with her. That said, Jonny wasn't exactly innocent, as the memory of her in that tight red shirt has been in his mind all day, and he was sure that he might add that to his fantasies when a quick release was needed at night." You don't need to worry. I'll just do a 'checkup'." Calvin replied, giving Jonny a wink as he held onto Torino's shoulders, not taking the risk to hold her waist for now as they moved into the room. Guiding her to the side of the bed, he gently placed her to sit on the bed as he waved at her sleepy face, smiling as she seemed to be drawn to the bed, but he insisted that she stay up for now, to avoid staining to bed with the wine on her dress." Such a pretty dress too." Calvin muttered, closing the door behind them as he opened her cupboard, looking at the array of clothes she managed to pack over in her suitcases. Choosing a shirt that seemed loose to allow her to sleep comfortably, he picked out a pair of shorts as well. Turning to look at her Calvin wondered if she was the kind to sleep with panties instead of going commando, but opted to pick a pair of white knickers as he unfolded them between his fingers, looking at their design discreetly before turning back to his Japanese roommate." Alright come on, we have to get this dress off you first so it doesn't make a mess." Calvin continued, guiding Torino to stand as his hands guided hers to help him lift the hem of her dress higher and higher, exposing more of that luscious pale skin of Torino Langston... She smiled at him as she at watching him with slightly dazed eyes. She was coherent enough to know that someone was helping her but not really realizing what was going on other than her being stripped. And with most of her inhibitions having flown out the window she didn't even blush as he pulled her dress up and off of her as her arms were lifted upwards to aid in the process. Once the dress was removed he'd see that she had on nothing but a pair of cute bikini cut sky blue and white vertical striped panties. The color of the panties had matched the color of her dress. But she wasn't wearing a bra as he'd find out right away. She hadn't really needed one with that dress so as soon as it was pulled up over her head and off he'd see her perfectly rounded naked beasts staring him in the face. And she had such lovely breasts too. Fully natural, nothing enhanced about her body. Her breasts were about a c-cup in size and looked a bit larger on her petite frame. They bounced and jiggled a bit with that natural bounce that spoke of how real they were, her soft pink nipples capping the rounded peaks. As soon as cool air touched over her nipples they puckered and started to stick out from her chest noticeably. It was mostly from the coldness of the room more than anything else, but it was still a lewd and sexy sight. As she sat in just her panties her breasts on full display, she looked towards him watching as he went through her dresser to find her something to put on. She thought it was rather thoughtful of him to help her like this. "Thank you." She finally managed to say as she waited. He could feel his jaw loosen as Torino allowed her dress to be lifted, a pair of magnificent breasts perked on a healthy body staring right back at him as he licked his lips. His cock sprang up in anticipation, something he smiled as she thanked him, thinking that he should thank her for the visual treat instead. Nodding, Calvin moved to take her shirt, adjusting it so it went down over her arms and head, although he took the opportunity to brush his hand along the side of her breasts, and left the shirt half-pulled, exposing her midriff as he turned to her." You should lie down, you'll feel better." Calvin said, pushing Torino down gently if she'll allow her, a hand slipping to the back of his pocket as the smartphone slipped out. Making sure he kept it out of her sight, Calvin turned on the video recording function, slowly capturing a scene of her long legs, a hand parting them slightly to allow him to catch a crotch shot." Relax, I'll help you change out of your panties. Don't worry too much." He said, a hand tugging slightly at her band, Calvin waiting to see if she'll resist before pulling it fully down her legs. As he pushed her back she fell back onto the bed with little struggle. She was feeling rather out of it. Falling back onto the soft sheets and pillow she groaned softly, her head snuggling into the pillow. She didn't notice as his hands brushed lightly over her breasts when he pulled her shirt down on her. At least somewhat. Still her belly and midriff were bare. Then he was tugging her panties down past her curved hips and down her soft legs. She blinked at him not really noticing he had a phone out as his hand parted her thighs once her panties were pulled down so he could see clearly her hot little virgin pussy soft little pink mound exposed like this. She had soft dark curls neatly trimmed above her pelvic area but otherwise was smoothly shaven down below so he'd see how sexy she looked. As her panties were removed she wiggled her legs about some and shivered then sat up some propping herself up on her elbows as she gave him a slightly disgruntled look. "Hurry, it's cold." She grouched softly, before falling back onto the bed with a soft little sound almost a laugh feeling light-headed as her gaze looked upwards at the ceiling above her. "Don't worry I'm on it." He continued, eyeing her little trimmed bush as her thighs parted before him after she fell back onto the bed. The sensation in his pants was nearly unbearable, a little pink slit eyeing him where he was so sure it belonged to a virgin. He knew his limits tho, as the phone lay on the bed pointed towards her core, the high definition camera capturing a perfect shot of her virginity as he grabbed her spare panties, slipping a hole over a leg while Torino lay with her thighs open." Come on, hold onto this." He continued, grabbing a towel and placing it on her face to block her vision, his hands lifting both her feet up as he tugged the other hold over her legs. Calvin pulled the undergarment downwards, turning Torino away from the phone with a gentle guiding of her legs before pulling the panties up, taking the chance of slide his hands down her inner thighs in the process as he gave them a discreet squeeze. It has been quite a while since he was this close to an Asian beauty, one blessed with looks and a hot figure. Already his underwear was stained with a trail of precut, Calvin unable to hold himself in as his erection pressed against his shorts. The phone was quickly retrieved, slipped into his pocket once the video was saved as the boy grabbed for her shorts, slipping them onto the drunk girl after a similar method used for her panties." Here... anything else you need?" He asked, a hand moving to pull her shirt down, his skin brushing against an erect nipple in his attempt to 'help' cover her midriff.

Collage days! ( IxStarfallxI x Relikai )|rating:2.0

A peaceful night of studying....or is it_(open for 1 or 2 more)

19-year-old Grace Kent sat in her usual spot in the library; the farthest corner, away from civilization. Her auburn hair was pulled back with a clip and her glasses rested on the table. Since Grace was a second year at college, her workload was pretty heavy; especially for teacher certification. She frequented the library a lot, but mostly kept to herself. Under the table, her long legs stretched from the hem of her short skirt. Her blouse, tighter than normal, stretched across her chest and she blew a strand of hair out of her eyes. It wasn't a normal outfit for her...but, hey...who was going to see her in the corner, right? Looking for: either 1 or 2 characters around the 20-25 age range. Can be male or female. The basic potline is a steamy time in the back corner of the library, but am open for more ideas! Either reply here or PM me if interested! Hi grace u look worn out there'I am Damian a who is doing a teachers certificate after he got sick his first choice, he decided to change his degree during the last year of his degree, but he finished it anyway Grace, not used to having anyone else in the area, jumped at the voice. "Oh! Hi, Damien. What are you up to?" she asked, rubbing her thighs together under the table. Damien was a year or two ahead of her, but she still talked to him from time to time. Just studying I am going back to my place you want to come over Grace bit her lip. It was a nice offer, but she really felt better studying in her little corner. "No, thanks, Damien. If I go off with other people, I'll get distracted," she answered, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I have that big test tomorrow, so I better stay here and study." She nodded to the chair across from her. "You can stay, if you want. " I might just help u if u want She smiled at him, as he sat down across from her. His foot brushed her leg, but she ignored the warmth that she felt at her center. "Thanks...that's really nice of you." so what test r u doing tomorrow I think I passed it easily last year She licked her lips, then looked down at her notebook. "Oh...it's that one on correct student teaching protocol. I do fine in class and everything, but this test is worrying me." She had the urge to fan herself, but resisted it. It was almost as if someone had turned on the heat in her section only. oh, yeah its prey simple all u got to remember IA was u can and can't do as a teacher u know like sexual things and that Grace bit her tongue, but was able to muffle her gasp of pain. She knew all that stuff, but she hadn't expected Damien to outright say them. She crossed her legs, aware of the pressure she was placing on her center. "Yeah...no sexual things with students. Got it," she replied, biting her lip. This wasn't like her. She was the 'goody-too-shoes' of her class. I had a sexual relationship with a teacher when I was in my last year of HS, no one knew about it Grace's jaw dropped, she couldn't help it. "What were you... I mean...wasn't that weird?" She asked, so many questions (and images) going through her mind. No she was a beautiful woman we had a great time Grace blushed a little at the information and cleared her throat. "Well...that's, uh, nice," she said, not quite sure how to answer that. If u ever get i that situation keep it on the quiet side u will get fired if u get caught David Anders - 22David looked up from his own table a little distance off, and lifted one eyebrow in surprise behind his wire rimmed glasses. He'd been trying to get caught up on some studying of his own, away from his two roommates who were gearing up for yet another party night. Still, in the quiet of the library, he couldn't help catching some of the conversation from the next aisle. It sounded as though someone was trying to tell a teaching student not to fool around with her pupils. Furthermore, it seemed that the man was bragging about his own experience, despite the nervous tone that got from the young woman. He thought to himself how nice the voice sounded, even a bit on edge as it seemed just then. David marked his place in his book and brushed back the red/brown hair that was falling in front of his eyes...he wasn't completely unkept, but it was about time for a trim...and slipped around to the corner, stealing a peek at the couple (Were they a couple? He wondered. He thought they must be, or else this was just a very bold man to talk the way he was). Sure enough, the woman was as striking as her voice made her out to be, and he stayed to keep watching the exchange...unnoticed, he hoped. Grace was taken aback by Damien's outward-less. "Well. I don't plan on having a relationship with any of my students, so I should be safe," she replied, her eyes nervously looking around. Why did she invite him to study with her? Why couldn't she have just let him go on his merry way? As her eyes looked around, she thought she noticed someone watching them from a corner. David frowned, seeing the way the woman was glancing around. No, this was not a young couple, and yes, she did appear very nervous. He took a deep breath and decided to do something. He just hoped it went over as well as he planned. Otherwise, he was going to make a damn fool of himself. David walked over with a smile and leaned down to give the woman a light peck on her cheek, and sit beside her. "Hey Hun...sorry I'm late, but it looks like you got going without me just fine." He looked her in the eyes, and crossed his fingers she'd understand and roll with it. Still, he braced himself to get slapped for the approach. Grace was able to hide her surprise, as the figure stepped out of the shadows and came towards their table. What she wasn't prepared for, though, was the kiss to her cheek and the familiarity the man gave her. She was surprised and confused, to say the least, but she couldn't help the tingle she felt in her toes. She looked him in the eyes and gave an ever-so-slight nod of understanding. A smile broke out on her face. "It's ok, dear. Damien here was just telling me about things that I shouldn't do when student teaching," she explained, her eyes silently thanking him. For the sake of keeping up the ruse, she reached over and gave his hand a squeeze. David gave a quick squeeze in return and held out his right hand to Damian with a light smile. "Its nice meeting you. I'm David Anders. So I take it then you're in the same class as..." His eyes quickly scanned over the materials on the table. He could finish the sentence with another term of endearment, and was about to when his gaze landed on the cover of a term paper, and he got what he needed; a name."... As Grace. Personally, I think the only advice she really needs is to only teach in all-girl schools; the poor young boys would never be able to focus long enough to learn." His left hand released hers and found its way up to the back of her neck as he spoke, where his fingertips made small, slow circles on her slightly warm skin. 'So that's his name... David,' Grace thought to herself, as he introduced himself to Damien. When he struggled for her name, she gave a little smile. It was a good thing that her papers were spread out all over the table. With his comment to Damien, Grace couldn't help but blush. She didn't know who this guy was...but she was liking him more and more by the minute. When his fingers made their motion on the back of her neck, she couldn't help but shiver. Grace cleared her throat quietly and shut one of her books. "I'm just going to go put this back on the shelf," she said, more to David than to Damien, and patted David's leg. As she stood, it took a moment to steady herself. Her legs were a tad bit shaky, but she was able to get them under control. She gave David a warm smile, then walked over to a secluded aisle of books. As Grace stood to take back the book she'd been studying, David couldn't help but take the opportunity to admire her backside as she walked away. Then of course, he couldn't help but let a smile slowly spread itself across his face. As the saying went, he hated to see her go...but could easily learn to like watching her leave. Soon after Grace had turned the corner, David was up and following her quietly. He slipped up behind her back and wrapped his arms around her waist, leaning near to her ear to whisper." I hope you didn't mind too terribly that I stepped in the way I did. But you looked like you might need saving, and I don't get much chance to play the hero." His hands came up from her waist, not quite touching her body along the way, and he undid the topmost button of her blouse. "You also look a bit confined; so let give you just a tiny bit more space, shall we?" The breath of his whisper tickled Grace's ear, causing a jolt right down to her core. The fact that he had followed her had surprised her enough to gasp when she heard his voice. When he wrapped his arms around her waist, she thought the floor was going to drop out from beneath her. She watched his hands come up and unbutton her top button, hearing the comment he made. Grace slowly turned around, so that her back was leaning up against the shelf for support. She licked her lips and tried to control her haggard breathing. "Well... I don't get to play 'damsel-in-distress' too often, so I think we're even," she replied, barely able to get the words out. David could hear the change in Grace's breathing, the effort in her voice to speak, and took a moment to entertain the notion he was having as much effect on her as she did on him. He brushed a stray hair from in front of her eyes and tucked it behind her ear, caressing her cheek as he brought his hand back. "You play the damsel-in-distress nicely I think. But as much as I enjoyed saving you, let's not make a habit of it; I think I'd enjoy it more to know you're not being bothered by people you'd need saving from. However..." He put his hands to her waist, running them up and down her sides, going as far down as to feel over the curve of her hips. He stepped ever closer, leaving no space between them. No doubt Grace would feel the proof of his arousal...the 'hard evidence' of his desire so to speak...against her." I think we both like the way I seem to be getting you 'bothered' so far." Leaning in, he kisses her neck where it met the shoulder, feeling her rapid pulse beneath his lips. When David brushed her cheek, Grace closed her eyes. Was this really happening? Was she truly having a secret affair in the library? When he closed the space between them, her eyes snapped open. She felt his arousal press up against her, then felt a bit of wetness between her thighs." I think we both like the way I seem to be getting you 'bothered' so far." All Grace could do was nod, as his lips on her neck rendered her speechless. Not being able to control herself, she moaned softly and ran her hands up his arm. Finding their target, her hands tangled themselves in his hair. She wiggled her lower body a little, knowing that it would put pressure on him. The pressure of Grace rubbing against him was maddening to David, in the best possible way imaginable. It drew a groan from him, and he gave Grace a gentle, careful, playful nip on her neck before smiling to her, keeping his head still so as not to make her release his hair." Careful; if we're going to make each other too noisy, we might get caught. That is, if we're going to be doing something to be caught at like I hope we will be." Sneaking his hands from her hips up to her stomach, then up her body to cup her breasts briefly, he started to undo the rest of her blouse buttons. After each, he stopped for a few seconds. For one, he wanted to give Grace the time to tell him to stop if she began to have second thoughts. Besides that, David was enjoying drawing out the moment, building the tension...seeing how it makes her shiver under his touch. "Careful; if we're going to make each other too noisy, we might get caught. That is, if we're going to be doing something to be caught at like I hope we will be." Grace laughed a little. "No one is going to catch us," she replied, gasping as he cupped her breasts. "People are rarely in this part of the library. Rarely," she stated, letting go of his hair. She wrapped her arms around his neck, more for support than anything. "Why do you think I study here? There's no one to bother you." After David finished unbuttoning her blouse, Grace shrugged it off. Goosebumps appeared on her skin, but she didn't notice. She only felt the heat that their bodies emitted. David took in the sight of her as she let her blouse fall away, ceasing his kisses and caresses to simply admire her form. Normally being extremely reserved, he still wasn't sure where he'd found the nerve to approach Grace as he had...and was truly surprised by how she'd react. But at that moment, he gave up on wondering and decided to ride out this twist of fate as far as he possibly could. He embraced her tightly, close enough to feel the pounding of her heart and the warmth of her skin even through his shirt." Lucky for me, picking today as one of those rare times to come back here then, and finding you." David reached a hand down under her skirt, gently parting her thighs and pressing at the spot of wetness her felt, rubbing in small circles, holding her eyes with his. Grace's breathing ceased for a moment, when David reached under her skirt. If he wasn't holding her against him, she surely would've fallen down. As his fingers moved in a circular pattern, she couldn't help but let out a low moan. Her whole body was tingling like never before. Grace felt something digging into her head, then realized it was her harelip. She manged to reach up, remove the clip, then threw it down the aisle. Her hair came tumbling down around her face and she pressed into his hand. She had had a few flings before....but none of them made her feel like this. She reached down between them and found the bottom of his shirt. With a coy little smile, she lifted it up and removed it from him. "There," she stated, her breathing heavy, "we're even now." David took his hand away from Grace's body...very reluctantly...long enough to let her pull his shirt up over his head. As he watched her toss it aside to join her hair clip, he hurriedly returned his hand to its place beneath her skirt, and resumed those circular rubs. The difference now, however, was that his hand had found its way inside of her panties, and he had slowed his pace to the point of barely moving his fingers at all. Hearing Grace moan and the way her breathing was coming quicker and quicker, he could tell she was having a decidedly powerful reaction, and he wanted to draw out the moment for her. He used his other arm to hold her tight around her slender waist, supporting her and keeping her close. The feel of her warm body against his, now skin to skin as they were, was better than anything he'd felt with the few women he'd ever been intimate with. Moreover, David would say Grace was easily more attractive than any of them, especially with her hair worn loose and wild as it was now. These were things he would want to tell Grace eventually, but for the moment he chose not to bother with words. He leaned his face down to meet hers and kissed her lips, just slightly flicking out the tip of his tongue, silently expressing his intention and asking her permission. If Grace thought she was going to collapse before, then she didn't know what this was. When David's hand returned under her skirt and inside her panties, she almost passed out right there. She moaned again, louder than before, and rubbed against his hand. He was teasing her, she knew, and she didn't like it. She felt his lips on hers; felt his tongue touch her lips. She willingly opened her mouth and let his tongue tangle with hers. Her arms came up and wrapped around his neck again, allowing her to hold onto him for support. David could feel Grace's need for support, the way it seemed her legs would fail here shortly. He took hold of her hips and turned her, guiding her a short distance up the aisle to a table, not breaking their kiss for a moment. There, he lifted her to sit on its edge and opened her legs to position himself between them. He took a quick glance to either side, still not entirely confident that no one would catch them, though he wasn't sure he cared at this point. Looking back to her face, he unbuckled his belt and set it aside, then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, lowering both them and the pair of boxer shorts he had underneath. For the third time, his hands went under Grace's skirt, and he began to pull down on her dampened panties. (IOC: Sorry I haven't replied in a couple of days! I'm on the debate team at my college, and we had our first match yesterday. This being the case...this past week has been crazy and totally devoted to debate. But...it's over now, so I'm back!) Grace sat on the edge of the table and watch David remove his pants and boxers. With a sharp intake of breath, her eyes traveled up and down his naked form. He was amazing. She felt his hands travel up her thighs, then felt him pull down on her underwear. She was wet with wanting for him, and she wasn't afraid to let him know that. But at the same time, she realized how crazy things were getting. Shaking that feeling aside, she ran her hands up and down his arms. "David," she whispered, her breathing shallow, "I need you." Restarted:male role being taken by Dan_c0000019-year old Grace Kent sat in her usual spot in the library; the farthest corner, away from civilization. Her auburn hair was pulled back with a clip and her glasses rested on the table. Since Grace was a second year at college, her workload was pretty heavy; especially for teacher certification. She frequented the library a lot, but mostly kept to herself. Under the table, her long legs stretched from the hem of her short skirt. Her blouse, tighter than normal, stretched across her chest and she blew a strand of hair out of her eyes. It wasn't a normal outfit for her...but, hey...who was going to see her in the corner, right? Dan was a 24-year-old graduate student at the State University. He was almost finished getting his master's degree. He worked at the library most days doing anything that needed to be done. As a grad student more was expected from him so he often had to wear khakis and a button down shirt to work. He felt so out of place as all the freshman ran around in their sweatpants and jeans. Dan scratched the top of his brown hair as he wheeled the book cart through the stacks. The last book he had to shelve was giving him trouble. It turned out its home was in the way back of the library a place few went. Dan was shocked to find someone sitting at the desk in the last row of stacks. It was completely secluded. No one could see in, but that's where he had to go. Entering the area he smiled at the pretty girl sitting at the desk. He noticed her long, lean legs and short skirt. "Hi there." He said as he picked up the book from the cart. Grace jumped when she heard a voice, dropping her pen on the table. "Oh! Hi....wow...not used to having someone talk to me back here," she said, gathering some papers together. "What time is it? Is the library closing?" she asked, thinking he was there to kick her out. Her studies made her lose track of time, and she wouldn't be surprised if it was closing time. Looking at his watched it was 11 pm. "No I think we're open until like 3 or 4 am because its reading week." He was surprised anyone would really want to be here until then but at least he would get paid. He blushed a bit realizing that he had clearly startled the poor girl "I'm sorry..." he paused to take in her lovely figure "... I didn't mean to scare you or anything." He looked her over once more, her perky tits looked almost like they were going to bust out of her top. Her short skirt and heels made her legs look so long and beautiful. He swallowed a bit "I'm Dan by the way I work here." He said with a laugh. Noticing all of her papers and books "Is there anything I can do for you? We have laptops you know I'll just need your student ID, and I'll get you one." He was trying to do his job, but he really just wanted to flirt with her. Grace smiled at his apology, her eyes taking in his appearance. "Don't worry about it... I was too into my work to notice anyone," she said, crossing her legs. "It's nice to meet you Dan... I'm Grace," she replied, her hands on her glasses. She put them on, now that she wasn't reading, and looked at him some more. At his offer of a laptop, she shook her head. "No, thank you... It's really just a bunch of stuff for a lesson plan out-line. Stuff that I have to write out. But thank you for the offer," she said, giving him a small smile. He smiled looking her over she looked damn sexy in those glasses. "Well if you need anything, anything at all just come find me." He gave her a little wink as he read the label along the spine of the book. "So are you a grad student here or...?" He trailed off looking her over. He thought about pulling out a chair and sitting down next to her. No, that would be unprofessional. He decided to take a step closer to her. Sneaking a peek at her tight shirt. Her tits were so fucking perky Dan could help but lick his lips a little bit. Looking over her papers he grinned "Oh you're an education major, huh? Looks like fun." He said with a little laugh watching as her fingers carried the barrel of her pen. He imagined what her fingers would feel like around his cock, something stirred in his pants as he looked down at the sexy co-ed. "So are you a grad student here or...?" Grace shook her head. "Nope... I'm a sophomore," she replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "A very stupid one who decided to take a Junior level class." She saw him lick his lips and felt something stir in her stomach. Could he be thinking about her? "And yes.... I'm an education major....oh so fun," she said, rolling her eyes.((IOC:sorry this took so long! I got dragged off to dinner and had to deal with some drama) (IOC: that's ok I had tons of stuff to do being a 24-year-old who works in a library full-time and goes to school full-time kinda sucks!) Dan was a little surprised usually the underclass dressed a lot more frumpy than this. He smiled a bit as she tucked a lone strand of hair behind her ear. "Well I'm a grad student here. It's just as bad." I say with a laugh trying to make small talk. Looking her over again Dan smiled and asked "Are you single?" He blushed a bit realizing that might have been a bit too soon, but he didn't care. She looked great. He wanted her right here, right now. His fingers were squeezing the book so tight. He was trying hard not to reach out and touch her. Her tight shirt stretched to the limit, her bare smooth legs rubbing against each other as she sat. Dan realized something. He needed to fuck her. (IOC:believe me... I hear you. I have finals next week, and I've been working my butt off)Grace smiled at his question, but inside her heart was racing. No one had really ever paid this much attention to her. "Yeah... I've pretty much been single since high school," she said, crossing her legs. "What about you? A library guy like you must have them knocking at your door," she joked. Dan let his eyes linger one her perky tits and cute face. Smiling "Yeah I don't have much time for..." He didn't finish the sentence. Living alone in his apartment for over a year Dan had gotten used to jerking his cock off. But now he had a real live girl in front of him and god-damn it she was a babe. He changed the ending of his sentence "...did anyone ever tell you that you're an absolute babe?" Putting the book back on the cart he took a few steps closer to her. He could see down her shirt, fuck she had a nice rack. He watched as her twins moved up and down with every breath she drew in and released. "You're really, really pretty." He could feel the tent rising in his pants as he stared at Grace practically groping her with his eyes. "...did anyone ever tell you that you're an absolute babe?" Grace laughed a little, blushing, and looked down at the table. "Once or twice...but I just shrugged it off," she said, her eyes returning to his face." You're really, really pretty." Grace blushed again. "Thanks. You're really..." she trailed off not knowing what to say. What was she to say? You're really, really hot, let's fuck? "...friendly," she finished off, then sighed. "Sorry....that was lame..." Blushing Dan decided that maybe it was time to use a bit more force. It had been so long since he had the opportunity to be this close to getting some real action. The thought of possibly getting caught was even more of a turn on. "Could you stand up? I want...see...all of you." He grinned wickedly, his pants now obviously tented. He wanted her in the worst. Furthermore, he didn't care about not having a condom. He could help but stare at her chest thinking of how those perky tits would feel in his hands. Furthermore, he wanted to reach out and squeeze them. Wrap his lips around them, flick his tongue over her hard nipples. "Let me see you Grace. You're hot enough to be a model." He said flattering her. Grace's eyes widened, not believing her ears. Now...the old Grace probably would've slapped him...but the new Grace was interested. Slowly, she stood up and pushed her chair in. "I could never be a model," she whispered, looking at him. "I don't normally dress like this... I need to do laundry," she said, offering an explanation for her wardrobe. Dan was shocked at just how round and perky her ass was. She has the perfect little ass. He reached out and touched it. Slowly stroking his hand down it smiling at her. "You should dress like this more often." He said as his hand rubbed her ass. She looked amazing, like the sorority sluts when they got dressed up to fuck, except unlike them, she was toned and had long lean legs that her 4-inch heels making them look miles long. Dan didn't even think that she would object to his hand on her ass. "Wow!" He said as he groped the sophomore hottie's ass. "I can't believe..." he trailed off "...god this is really hot its always been my fantasy to." He didn't have to finish the sentence based on his hand placement the size of the tent in his pants she already could guess. At first, Grace felt uncomfortable with his hand on her ass...but she soon grew used to it. She felt herself getting wet, as she noticed the bulge in his pants. "Umm... I've always had fantasies about the library too. If that's what you were getting at," she said, getting bolder as time went on. Alex looked over the screen of his laptop at the couple down the aisle, watching the guy grip the cute girl's ass. He wondered if they chose this secluded part of the library so they could, well... Alex turned his eyes back to the paper he was typing, trying not to think about them. A 20-year-old virgin, Alex had always been embarrassed by the notion of sex. In high school, his friends had bragged about it so much-- and his roommate and girlfriend constantly went at it during odd hours of the night when they thought he was asleep. His eyes drifted back above his laptop screen. He wondered if he could find a way to get a little closer... Quietly standing up, he made his way around the back of the library to the aisle next to the couple, staring through the shelves. He felt awkward, but there was something about them, something that drew him in... Dan let out a soft moan fuck she wanted it too! This was going to be something. Without another word Dan wrapped his hand around Grace's small waist and leaned in kissing her deeply. Kissing her mouth, neck and ear. He pressed himself against her pulling her close "I want you right here." He said as he broke the kiss and they moved his lips down to her neckline. Grace gasped as he pulled her against him, his lips on hers. Her body suddenly felt alive, and she kissed him back. His lips on her neck and face made her moan, but his next words were what made her knees weak." I want you right here." She sighed and pressed herself against him. "Then take me," she whispered, her hands moving up and tangling in his hair. As quickly as possible Dan found his hands under her skirt, he felt the thin strip of fabric that was her g-string. He pushed this aside as he positioned Grace's hands on the desk. Her ass stuck out so well in that position. With a soft moan he unzipped himself and began to rub his curved cock against her wet pussy lips. Pushing up her skirt every, so slight Dan stood behind France and gently pressed the head of his rock hard prick against the folds of her pink pussy. He swallowed hard and said softly "Is bareback ok?" He didn't waist for a response as he slipped the head of his raw dick inside of her pussy. Furthermore, he gasped at just how tight her sophomore pussy was. Wrapping his hands around her waist he pushed his hips forward feeding Grace's tight pussy more of his thick 9-inch dick. Gritting his teeth he gasped again fuck she was so hot and tight "Is all underclass pussy this good?" He questioned half-teasing, half-serious as he began to stroke her sweet pussy with his dick. Grace moaned, feeling his cock pressing against her pussy lips. When he asked about bareback, she didn't get the chance to answer before he shoved himself in her. "Ohhh God," Grace moaned, as Dan filled her more than anyone ever had." Is all underclass pussy this good?"" Mmmmm... I wouldn't know," Grace said in between moans of pleasure, moving her hips along with his. "You feel so good," she whispered, her knees weak. Dan swallowed hard. He couldn't believe he had his rock hard prick buried inside some sophomore's pussy he had just me. "You feel great too Grace." he whispers into her ear. Dan pumped her nice and slow letting her get used to size. Dan move his hands up her body placing them just below her tits. He began to rock her now with full strokes pulling his cock out nearly all the way before slowly driving it back inside of Grace's wet cunt." Fuck!" Dan grounded gritting his teeth trying not to be too loud. He looked down to see Grace's juries coating his cock from tip to base. "I've never seen a girl get so wet before." Dan said teasing her a bit as he breathed the words into her ear. Grace moaned softly and gripped the table, as Dan moved within her. She felt his hands below her breasts and wished that they were on them. The thrill of having this fling, plus the fact that they could get caught, aroused Grace a lot." I've never seen a girl get so wet before."" Well." Grace said, her hips starting to pick up movement, "I've never...ohhhh....had someone fill me like you do." Dan blushed a bit as he continued to pump Grace's sweet pussy. His hands reached for her tits unbuttoning her shirt, pulling down the bra he squeezed. They felt firm and perky in his hands. Holding her tits he continued to fuck her slowly beginning to pick up more momentum. "Fuck." He moaned softly as he leaned over her back. He could feel the soft fabric of her thong and skirt touching the sides of his shaft. "Oh fuck, Grace." He mounded again into her ear. God, she was a good lay it had been so long since he had a hot fuck like her. Grace felt a cold breeze on her chest, her already hard nipples contract, and the felt Dan's hands grope her breasts. She moaned loudly, her hips moving back to meet his. As he picked up the pace, she felt something growing inside of her. He squeezed her tits harder, grunting softly in her ear. He could feel her contracting around him. "Yes right there Grace?" He asked his voice low. "Is that the spot?" He teased as he begins pumping her with short, quick strokes. Dan pressed himself into her harder. The sound of their clothes rubbing together filled the small alcove. Grace moaned softly, nodding her head. "Yes. Ohhh...that's the spot," she whispered, tingles shooting through her body. With every one of his thrusts, she moaned softly. "Faster," she pleaded softly, needing her release. Dan began to pump Grace faster squeezing her tits, pinching the nipples. "Mmm shit!" He moaned as he felt her pussy getting tighter and tighter around his dick. Dan kept thinking to himself don't cum yet don't cum! He felt his balls getting hot and tight. "Fuck" he said in a loan ground as he began to pump her tight underclass pussy even harder. God, she was a good lay taking his cock like a porn star in her slutty skirt and heels. "Cum for me Grace, cum on my dick." He whispered softly into her ear. Grace's breathing grew heavy, as Dan's words and thrusts drove her closer to the edge. She lifted one of her hands to her mouth and bit her finger, trying to soften her moans. With a muffled cry, her orgasm ripped through her. Dan pulled out and grunted hard trying not to cum as he moved his hands over Grace's mouth to muffle her groans as she orgasmed. "Fuck!" He said a bit louder than usual as he watched Grace cum hard. Standing behind her placing his cock against the folds of her pussy lips feeling her juries drip down his hard shaft. "Oh my god." He said blushing a bit still trying hard not to cum. "Fuck that was good Grace." Grace was panting, Dan's hands still covering her mouth. Shakily, she pulled them away and nodded. "That was amazing," she whispered, then turned around to look at Dan. Without saying a word, she lowered herself to her knees. Looking up at him, she took his cock into her mouth. Dan watched as Grace slowly began to bob her head up and down on his thick shaft. He could feel himself getting close he wanted to last he loved how she looked on her knees his huge cock held by her tight lips. He gasped softly he wanted her pussy "Sit on it." He said softly with an evil grin. "I want you to sit on it." He said with a sharp intake of breath as Grace bobbed her head deep onto his fat cock. Grace gave his cock one last suck and got to her feet. She gave him a deep kiss and allowed him to taste both of them on her lips, pushing him backwards towards a chair. "Make me," she whispered, a teasing smirk on her face. As Dan sat in the chair he reached for Grace's hit and pulled her closer to him. He slowly eased her down on his cock as her tits pressed against his chest. "Fuck!" He groaned into her neck as he leaned in to kiss her. She slowly began to sink down onto his thick cock. It must have been a while for her since she'd gotten fucked as she couldn't take the whole thing. For a moment he held her there letting her feel his throbbing cock. He felt the veins in his cock pulsating against the walls of her pussy. Dan swallowed hard looking at this little sophomore slut about to conquer his big grad student dick. "Go slow, please." He asked blushing a bit knowing he wouldn't last long ADN didn't want to embarrass himself by cumming inside of her by mistake. Grace moaned as she lowered herself onto him. She took a deep breath, letting herself get used to his size. After a moment or two, she lifted herself up and then brought herself back down on his cock. She repeated this movement, each time a bit slower than the last. She than sank down all the way onto him, a moan whispering past her lips. "That slow enough?" she asked, hoping her teasing was driving him mad. Dan squeezed her hips tightly looking up into her eyes teasing her back "Slower." He grinned as he moved his hands up her waist to her tits squeezing them. He leaned his head into her kissing the tops of her tits. Furthermore, he then wrapped his mouth around them flicking his tongue over her hard nipples. Furthermore, he moaned into them as she continued to rise herself up and lower herself onto his huge hard cock. Soon she moved so slowly on his cock that he looked up at her and moaned softly "Fuck god Grace yes." He could feel his nuts getting tight, and he knew he was close he gritted his teeth and tried to hold himself back from cumming inside of her. Grace threw her head back and moaned, as Dan's tongue flicked her nipples. She continued her slow up-and-down movements, grinding her pelvis against his. As he moaned, she looked into his eyes. She could tell that he was holding back, and she wanted him to have his release. She leaned near his ear and whispered, "Just let go. It's ok... I'm on the pill for health reasons." After she said that, she slowed her pace down even more. Dan swallowed hard as he groped Grace's body, she felt so good against him, he wanted this to last forever it had been so long since he had fucked a total babe like Grace. He knew he could hold back any longer. He grunted looking into her eyes "Fuck! Grace!" he said through gritted teeth hoping no one would hear their moans of pleasure. Leaning forward Dan grunted hard and felt his cock spasm and shoot cum inside Grace's tight little pussy. With a gasp Dan closed his eyes and moaned "Uh fuck!" As he shot long ropes of cum inside her tight little pussy. After his cock had finished jokingly wildly inside of her gasping "Oh god Grace." He leaned back in the chair panting looking up at her. "Fuck, that felt good." Grace moaned as he filled her. When he was spent and panting, she leaned forward and kissed him deeply. Her hands came up between them, and she began to unbutton his shirt. After she pushed it off his shoulders, she said to him, "So much for my lesson plan." Dan smiled and nodded as he felt Grace's slim warm fingers touch his bare chest. "Do you want to need me to stay after school?" He asked with a wry smile. His cock began to harden again inside of her he could feel their combined fluids dripping down his cock on to his pants. He reached his hands under her skirt feeling her ass. He pushed her up slowly letting her ride his stiffening cock a bit "Fuck!" He said a bit too loudly as the head of his super sensitive cock poked at Grace's walls. Grace laughed, her eyes twinkling. "I think some time after school with me would work just fine," she said, feeling him stir inside of her. As he moved her up, Grace could feel the wetness of their juices. As he moaned, she smiled and whispered, "I think someone likes the idea of being after school with me." Dan nodded moaning softly. Fuck she felt even better than before! God, he loved how she looked on top of him. Looking up into her eyes he smiled and said "I think you're in charge now Ms. Grace." He felt himself getting bigger and harder inside Grace, he was for round two. He wrapped his hands around her waist and pushed her up slowly only to bring her back down on his cock just as slow. Grace smirked, moaning a little as he moved inside of her. He felt so good in her, but she had an idea. She leaned forward to kiss him, then lifted herself off of him. Smirking again at his groans of protest, she lowered herself to her knees. Taking his cock in her hand, she said, "We're going to play a little game. First one to moan has to buy the other dinner." With that, she took his shaft into her mouth. Dan gripped the chair, gritting his teeth. "Fuck, fine deal." He said quickly trying his hardest not to moan. God, her mouth was hot. He wondered how deep she could take her. Her small hand barely fitting around his thick shaft. He ran his fingers through her pretty soft hair. Fuck she gave a good blowjob. He squeezed her hair as she worked her tongue around his cock. He knew she was going to deep throat him, he knew he would be the first to moan. Grace held back a moan, as she felt Dan's hands in her hair. Her tongue swirled around his cock, as her head bobbed up and down. Tensing her throat muscles, she tilted her head back a little and began to take more of his cock into her throat. She did this little by little, until her nose was pressed up against his mound. Derek, a freshman library worker was restocking books in the area when he heard the sounds of moans. He peeked out from one of the aisles and saw a couple fucking at one of the tables. Now, this being a college library, this sort of thing happens more often than you might guess, and normally Derek just watches and then goes jerks off in the bathroom. He watched for a while, but this time he felt a little mischievous. When he saw the girl go down on the guy, he stepped out and yelled, 'What the fuck is going on here?!?"

A peaceful night of studying....or is it_(open for 1 or 2 more)|rating:1.0

The Maid cafe (OPEN TO ALL! People wanted_needed!)

You are walking along a street when you suddenly notice a brightly colored café across the street from you. Oddly, there are no chairs outside and the windows are slightly tinted. You hurry across the street and look at the door, which has 'Action Café' scrawled across it in purple. As you open the door, a little bell sounds, and instantly you hear "Welcome home, master!" As you look around, you see several girls and boys of mixed species dressed as maids and butlers bustling about and serving their customers. The head maid walks over and greets you kindly, asking if you'd like a table with a maid or a butler. After she seats you, she hands you a menu and tells you your maid or butler will be over shortly. You glance at the menu and notice a description on the front. It reads:Welcome to Action Maid Café! Here we can serve you delicious treats while you are pampered by your very own maid or butler! Action Café specializes in catering to the masters and mistresses with Irish tastes. So let our staff serve you themselves in any way you want! If being a predator isn't your cup of tea, we have several maids and butlers who will take you in! We have special reforming chambers in case of digestion of either our maids or yourself! Thank you for visiting the Action Café! So this is a group RP centered in a maid café! We need staff and customers right now. You can be a red or prey maid/butler or a customer. Also, any species and gender are welcome! Just please post a bio on who you are. It should look like this:Name: Asian (formerly May)Sex: Female Species: Human Status: A prey, possibly predatory maid. Preferences: Soft more only, oral preferred, but open to other types as long as it's clean. No digestion, or painless melting. She will reform in the chambers. I prefer no sex though. Maid costume: She wears a steampunk outfit. It is a short brown skirt with a fluffy petticoat. She has easily removable knee-high brown boots and she is wearing a black corset. She has a leather necklace, wrist cuffs and goggles on her head. Furthermore, she has on a leather apron over her skirt, where a steampunked nerf gun hangs. I'm going to start a kind of intro paragraph! Asian shifted nervously and fussed with her costume. It was her first day in the Café, and she was worried she would mess it up and get fired! She felt like she was failing already since no one wanted a maid with a steampunk costume. They always went for the Nikos or the French maids with super skimpy costumes. She sighed, readjusted her goggles and marched over to the call window in the maid waiting room. "Anyone yet?" She asked the maid who controlled who went out. ((Sorry to play maid when there are no customers, but our press don't match up, so it wouldn't work anyway... Name: Natasha Sex: Female Species: Author Grecian Sphinx Status: Predatory maidens: Oral (soft preferred), navel, non-fatal birth, tail and breast votes, but open to suggestion of unlisted strange votes. Cooking allowed, but only for soft more. Digestion a must. Regular sex optional, but oral sex heavily preferred for oral more. Maid Costume: Based on ancient Greek clothing. Draped, calve length dress w/ holes for tail and wings. In black. White lace at all hems. Sleeveless. An apron, basically just a narrow length of cloth with a strap, runs from her waist to her knees. Classic maid headband. Wings have special treatment done to feathers to make them look similar to a feather duster. Is this acceptable?)) ((Yup! Now we play the waiting game! XD)) "Sorry girlie. No one yet." The monitoring maid replied. Asian sighed and thanked her. She peeked out of the door window and glanced around the main room. It wasn't very full to begin with. She turned away, feeling gloom. She spotted another maid standing around like she was, an author Sphinx dressed in a Greek styled maid outfit. Maybe she would talk to her? Name: Edward Sex: Male Species: Human Status: Costumer, prefers prey, but sometimes switches. Preferences: Soft more only. No digestion. Appearance: Ruffly blond hair. A bit on the short side 5'4, making an ideal prey (anyone smaller probably end up being his prey). White button-up shirt, blue jeans and a black belt, cozy white socks, and light brown (almost Disney like) shoes. Acceptable? 9 Name: Shirt-kun (Nickname, real name unknown)Sex: Male Species: Human? Status: Red Butler and resident Anal More coach. Preferences: Anal (clean or dirty) is his specialty. He doesn't usually like sending them to his stomach in it, and instead uses a special ability that allows him to digest via his colon. He also does soft more, and will usually digest in it. Sex isn't required but is fine. Receiving anal, and giving butt jobs, is his favorite, but he'll do most styles. He does have a rule against giving anal or rimming others however, as he likes the attention being on his butt. Butler costume: A light blue tee shirt, which is covered by his slightly darker blue hoodie. Beneath that are a pair of black shorts custom-made to show off his legendary ass (it's also clear he has no underwear beneath them). On his legs are long black socks which reach almost to his knees, beneath his brown leather shoes. When tutoring new staff on Anal More, or on Sundays in the café, he instead wears a small white funds. The front has a white flap with the kanji for butt on it in red ink, and the back is small enough that the rope is lost in his crack. Natasha had also been watching Asian. Walking over to her, she asked, "No luck, sweet?" The visible parts of her body were covered in tawny fur, but her head had pale human skin. Behind her headband there was a thick twist of black hair that ran down almost to the small of her back. Her tail was long and looked like a furred dragon's tail. She also hadn't gotten any customers yet. ((yay! Welcome shoos hi and shirt!)) Aslinn reaches down and feels for her nerf gun. She pulls it off her belt and starts to twirl it around because she was nervous. "New.... Is it always this slow?" She asks, wondering if maybe she was bad luck to the café. Natasha smiled. "Not always, but sometimes. Other days we can hardly keep up with the number of customers!" She told her. Noticing the nerf gun, she asked, "Hey what's that for?" Shirt-kun stretched his arms over his head as he sat back in a chair, feet propped up on a table. "Come on already, I'm starving over here!" The small boy laughed a little at the comment as he yawned. "It's pretty slow overall, but I've seen worse. Kicking back a bit's not so bad, though I wish I hadn't skipped breakfast." Name: Money Williams Sex: Male Species: Human Status: Costumer, prefers to be prey Preferences: Soft more only. Digestion is a must Appearance: Money is a slender man of 5'6 who wears a black denim outfit. His hair is long and black, and he wears Ozzy Osbourne style blue sunglassesJonsey walked into the café with a stuck grin on his face. He feared that he may be recognized as the lead singer and guitarist for the band Rockwell; a world renowned heavy metal band comparable to Black Sabbath. Jonsey looked around at the maids and butlers in the café; but only one caught his eye. It was Asian, twirling her nerf gun like an old west gunslinger. "Don't shoot!" Money said jokingly as he threw his hands into the air... As the customer entered Shirt-kun sat up more in his chair, not wanting them to see a staff-member laying like that. Though quite a few did seem to go for his informal and brattier behaviors. Asian seemed to have this one handled, so he stayed back to let them talk. The guy looked kind of familiar actually, but he wasn't sure where he had seen him, and so he shook it off. Asian almost dropped her gun but recovered it in time. She blushed and said to Natasha "Its just part of my costume. Every steam punker has some sort of weapon!" then turned to the new customer. "Welcome home, master!" She said cheerfully, "Has the head maid shown you your table?"((XD ok, so no one is really playing the head maid, so that means you can kinda do what ever. You can assume you've gotten a table or not!)) Money smiled revealing his movie star smile to Asian. "No I haven't yet." He said and raised his glasses away from his sky blue eyes. "I was kinda hoping you'd show me to a table... Not that I would need it for very long." Asian blushed a little then said "One moment sir!" and turned to Natasha and Shirt. "Um...am I allowed to show him to his table? Since I'm new?" She asked, not wanting to upset anyone. "Yes, but why don't I take this one? That way you can see how it's done." Natasha said to Asian. Turning to Money, she asked, "Now, sir, are you looking for a meal or to become one? If you like, you can do both, some customers prefer that." As she spoke, the sphinx scanned to room to find an empty table. "I would like to be on the menu today." Money said with a wicked grin, lowering his glasses back over his eyes. "I would like to be shrunken and eaten with garlic butter. Don't worry about the shrinking, I have a means of doing it myself." He said eagerly and pulled a small pink flower from his jacket... Asian nodded and watched intently. If she had a notebook, she'd be taking notes! She didn't want to make anyone unhappy! Natasha nodded. "Right this way sir." She told him and led Money to a table. "Now, I'll need to be knowing what size you plan on shrinking yourself to, so the right amount of butter can be provided, and if there are any maids or butlers that strike your fancy." She told him. Name: Nigel Sex: Male Species: Human Status: Red/Prey prefers any. Preferences: Fine doing any more either doing it or being done too. Clothing: Black shirt with a skull on it, blue jeans and black trainers.(Does this work?) ((Is he a customer or a maid/butler?)) (Customer?) Money smiled and took a seat at the vacant table. "The flower will shrink me to about 4 inches tall." He said and sniffed the little pink flower in his hand. Instantly he began to slowly shrink around his clothes. Acting fast, he stood up, and took a seat on the table to finish his shrinking. Once he finished, he crawled out of the pile of clothes and walked closer to Natasha. "I kinda had my eye on the steam punk girl with the pistol." Money told her... ((Ok!That's fine then. Pick your servant! So far, its Asian and Shirt currently unless Jones picks one of them instead of Natasha.)) (I'll take Asian if that's cool?) Just then walking into the café was a young man about 19 with black hair and eyes wearing a black shirt with a skull on it, blue jeans and black trainers as he glanced around. ((Oh noes!! :/ Sorry, but I guess Jones took Asian first. Natasha and Shirt are still available.)) (Ok... Natasha if that's cool?) Asian squeaked a little as she watched him shrink down. It was unexpected for her! But she was in a more café after all. Since she was away from the table, she couldn't hear anything that Natasha and the customer were saying. (I got another character)Name: Naomi Sex: Female Species: Author Batgirl. Status: Both Red and Prey. Preferences: Fine with any kind of more, but likes to have female victims mostly. Maid outfit: French Style Maid outfit, colored White, no bra. Money whistled to get Asian's attention. "C'mere! I'm not going to bite..." He said as he motioned for her to come closer... "So new girl's got some action," Is heard as approaching the small group of maids/Butlers was a girl wearing a French style maid outfit, she was an Author Batgirl with tiger like fur, blue eyes and short red hair. Asian blushed and walked over. "Er.....yes...master?" She stammered, feeling nervous that she was going to experience her first more event in the café. The Batgirl giggled watching Asian's nervousness. Money smiled even wider at seeing the nervousness of Asian. "What's wrong? Never eat a rock star before?" He said and played a little air guitar in the buff... Asian blushed deeply. "No, I'm usually a prey maid. Wait! You're a rock star?" She gasped. "Oh no!! I don't think I could do it now! What if you were hurt seriously?" She said, incredibly nervous now.((P.S..... This IS a maid café....technically you can order them around....they have to do it! XD I'm just being silly and 'innocent'.)) Name: migrated: female Species: winged black saber tooth tigress Status: head maid Preferences: will do any more except hard more as prey or prepaid costume: a white short skirt with black tiger print and white belly shirt with black stripes also wears her wings as a cloak occasionally#/d19ahxcm(refer to this pic for her looks without clothing)----------------------------------------------------------------------"Asian he is your master what he wants you are to give to him........" a calm female voice spoke up as tiara walked into view her wings draped over her body like a cloak her tail swishing back and forth a little bit... she was the head maid and though she looked fearsome it was common knowledge you weren't going to be in any danger with her unless she was mad(I hope this is acceptable I'm not always good on the intro posts) ((BTW, tiara asked to be head maid, so I let them. X3)) Money only chuckled at hearing Asian's incredibly nervous words. "I trust that you're not going to hurt me." He said and took a step closer to her. "Now, if you would be so kind to dip me in the butter and gobble me up that would be greatly appreciated, for I have a date with your tummy." He said with the same smug smile on his face... Asian frowned.....then smiled brightly. "Ok, master! What ever you want, sir!" She said cheerfully. She gently lifted him off the table and set him in the dish of warm melted butter. Furthermore, she carefully poked him to move him around and get fully coated. "Is this ok, master? Or would you like to be coated a little more, sir?" She asked, indicating his current buttery state. The butter felt warm against Money's naked body, almost like a hot bath. He sat in the dish, taking hand fulls of the yellow liquid and rubbing it on his arms and head. "I think I'm buttered up enough..." Money said and stood up in the dish; butter dripping from his hair and body... Asian giggled as butter dripped off of him. "Ok. So now....how would you prefer to go, sir? I will do which ever way you like, as I am your willing maid and I will do what ever you command." She said, getting into character.((We need more customers!!!! Although Shirt-kun has a customer!)) (Really?) Naomi giggled as she sat beside the other maids and butlers. Roscoso wrote:(Ok... Natasha if that's cool?)((er... Natasha has a customer!)) Money's smile changed to one that showed he understood. "I would like to go down your throat." He said simply and splashed a little more butter on his arms, "Don't chew me, just swallow me down. And enjoy yourself while you do it..." (Hope it's okay for me to join)Name: Sam Sex: Male Species: Human Status: Prey CustomerPrefs: Oral, non-fatal birth, tail and breast votes, but open to other types of more. Prefer full tour to digestion, but I'm cool with either. Sam walked into the colorful café, confused and nervous not entirely sure what this place was for but eager to find out. He wore loose shirt and jeans, matching his scruffy and rough appearance, his messy brown air covering most of his face as he walked in overwhelmed by what he saw, standing with uncertainty. Tigra noticed the newcomer and walked over bowing "welcome home master! There is a table over here" she showed Sam to a nearby table opening her wings in order to fold them behind her back holding out a menu to him "Oh cool...ref, thanks," he says nervous, sitting down with the menu, not sure exactly what was going on. "So what do you serve here?" "We serve many different snacks... but we also specialize in appeasing those with Irish tastes... is there any particular kind of maid or butler you would like master?" Tiara stayed leaned over a little to talk with Sam "Master? Eh, I don't know...you seem fine. And Irish tastes? I don't follow..." he says, clearly not a regular of such communities. "Well here the menu tells about it" tiara points it out as she didn't feel like explaining it "I can more you in all sorts of ways or be prey for you if you desire master" "More me? What's that like?" he asks, shrugging and putting down the menu, staring at Tiara, looking over her attractive body as he awaits her response eagerly. ((Sorry I took so long. It was sitcom night.)) With that taken care of, Natasha went to take care of Nigel. Smiling, she said, "Hello sir, are you looking to be red, prey or both this evening?" She found a table and led him to it as she spoke.((If you don't mind, I'd like to do either navel or hair more. I don't get to do those too often. Also, I'm red only.)) (Kay)"Both me'lady," Nigel smiled back as he looked her up and down. "Well master I could put you inside my body... but i don't really know how to describe it... if I swallow you like food I would digest you.... however you would of course reform" she took a seat as she talked with him "Swallow me? Digest... Wait...what? Why...who would do that?" Sam said, eyes widening in horror as he recoiled slightly, confused by such a notion. Natasha nodded as she gestured for Nigel to take his seat and handed him a menu. "Okay, then. I only work as a predator when it comes to more, but we have many clones solely for the purpose of eating. How would you like your meal, and how do you want to be served?" "It was only an example master... and there are many that do it" she motions towards Asian and money "An example? What exactly else was there?! This is too weird... I don't..." he said afraid and lost. "Can I have my meal marinated in butter, and normal size, and once I'm done, I'm sure I can give you a fun time as birth," Nigel teased Natasha. "Well I personally can also swallow people with my tail... or put them in my tail hole, pussy, even my breasts..... but I promise you would be safe in the end regardless" tiara smiled trying to have as comforting a face as she could with her two large teeth.... though given what she was talking about the calm kind face might make it worse ((Did you mean marinated?)) Natasha nodded. "Okay, but you should know I personally can't digest people in my womb. If you want that you'll have to go through another office." "What, that's...wait, breasts? How'd that work?!" he asks, still frightened but suddenly and weirdly, even to him, intrigued by her claim, leaning closer, staring with curiosity. (Yeah I meant marinated)"That's okay, I would love to be in the womb of such a beautiful woman," Nigel teased "well I basically force people through my nipples into my milk filled breasts... there is enough room in there for air and I use magic to keep anyone in my breasts from suffocating.... though I can take full sized people into my breasts I prefer them shrunk so that.... well to avoid carrying a gigantic breast around" tiger blushed though it was only barely visible under her fur "What? Shrink me?! Bullshit... I don't believe you," he called beginning to think this place was just crazy rather than scary, doubtful anything she'd said was true. "Hell, if you can shrink me, you can do whatever you want to me. Put me in your breasts...whatever. Go on, shrink me then have your way with me." He said daringly, assuming she was incapable and trying to mock her statements. Tigra just smiled and reached into her pocket pulling out a potion in a small vial "go ahead and drink this then master.... and I will show you a good time" the potion would shrink him down to 4 inches tall once he drank it though its taste would be weird... not bad just weird "I'll get your meal right away, sir." Natasha told him and dashed off to the kitchen. There, she went over to pre-prepared clone section and picked out one that had been marinated in butter. She got the girl out of the stasis room and the girl got up on a plate. Natasha carried to plate out to Nigel. Nigel licked his lips seeing his meal. Natasha grinned. "Enjoy." Laughing out of doubt, he snatched the vial off of her and drank its contents, scrunching up his face as he tasted the weird liquid before he suddenly felt very strange and dizzy. Everything became very confusing until he came to, his vision returning as he found a sea of his clothes surrounding him, piled up, as he now stood at 4 inches, the tiger woman towering over him like a goddess." No..." he murmurs in disbelief. "Oh I will," Nigel teased before grabbing the butter covered woman and began swallowing her head first. Tigra smiles and gently picks him up holding him in her hands open palm "do you bereave me now master?" Natasha just stood there watching. Sam looked up at her gigantic face, terrified." Yes..." he mumbled, still in awe of her. Nigel licked the butter as he swallowed the girl slowly rubbing her body, tiara softly rubs his belly with one of her fingers "if you want master you can still decide where you want to go into me...." Natasha decided to give him an extra bit of pleasure, and began to give Nigel a back rub. Nigel purred as one of his hands rubbed Natasha's side enjoying her back rub. His eyes widened in horror as she said this, terrified he tried to look away but as he did, he saw her breasts now bigger than a house to him, and he paused, looking over them." Your breasts..." he said without thinking, not even intending it as a response. Natasha continued as she waited for Nigel to finish his meal. Nigel soon swallowed the girl's legs and slurped her down to his stomach and smiled. Tigra nodded setting him down on the table as she slowly teasingly removed her shirt revealing she didn't wear a bra "as you wish master... don't worry you won't be in any danger" Sam simply stared stunned as she exposed her large breasts making him drool. "Now, you wish to be unearthed?" Natasha checked as her hands came around to rub Nigel's swollen belly. "Yes, after some making out," Nigel teased. "Okay." Natasha said and came around to his front. Leaning against his stomach, she began to kiss him deeply. Nigel kissed back deeply holding her close. Natasha slid her tongue into his mouth. Tigra purred as she lifted him towards one of her nipples "want to go in feet first or head first master?" Asian smiled and gently lifted him up by his waist. She held him above her head and grinned, letting him catch a view of her cleavage. "Down you go, master!!" She said, opened her mouth and lowered his lower half in. She gently sucked the butter off and closed her eyes. Enjoying his flavor with the garlic butter. "What..." he began, snapping out of his arousal. "...you can't be serious!?" He fell back onto her palm, crawling backwards afraid. Tigra blinked as it only took him a few seconds to have nowhere else on her hand to crawl back to... well unless you counted the floor which to him would be like the distance of a 2-story building in height right now "I am completely serious master....." He stopped at the edge of her hand, the drop below making him squeal before he turned back to face her." I... I...you..." he mumbled, unable to say anything.(Please, just do what you want with him) tiara sighed and moved him near her right nipple again as she gently slipped his feet into her nipple with started to gently and softly pull him in like being sucked into a straw... though with a fleshy feeling to it, and it felt good Sam screamed, crying out as he felt her nipple slurp him, he began squirming confused and terrified, unintentionally giving her pleasure through his squirms. Tigra purred as it didn't take long for he ripple to pull him into her breasts soon forcing him into a warm sac filled with milk though there was a pocket of air at the top of the chamber for him to breathe "like it in their master?" Swimming about and gasping at the pocket of air, he splashed and spluttered before screaming out." This is insane!" he shouted, though reluctant to admit despite being terrified of the fact he was inside her, he was also a little aroused by the confides. "Really?... I find this kind of normal actually.... just tell me when you want out master" tiara contemplated putting her shirt back on but decided against it folding her wings into a cloak again as she got up He was about to scream before he was plunged under the milk by her standing up, his pleas muffled by the liquid causing him to splutter. Between his gasps and cough he made one frantic plea without thinking." Return me...to...my original size...you..." Sam requested without an ounce of thought, as he gurgled the milk as he struggled to stay afloat in the stifling chamber. "...monster..." the chamber was small enough he could stand up and keep his head above the milk, but she gathered his clothes however when she heard what he called her she sighed the milk starting to digest him and turn him into more milk she was mad, but she knew he would reform in a while... this was just for calling her a monster as she walked over to one of the still waiting maid or butlers Sam screamed in pain, feeling the milk melt him down into more milk, his thoughts turning void as he turned into milk. Nigel's tongue played with Natasha's. Natasha took her mouth away from Nigel's and thrust her breasts into his face. Nigel smirked and suckled her breasts Natasha moaned. "Pooh, that's it." Nigel gently teased her nipples with his teeth while licking and suckling her breasts "YES!" she steamed, nearing orgasm. Nigel continued suckling her with a smirk on his face. Natasha shrieked wordlessly as she came to a climax. Money began to get a little nervous as he was hoisted up above Asian's mouth, but nervousness fell away to mild arousal at seeing her cleavage and the way she told him "Down you go". Money's legs slipped past Asian's lips into her hot, saliva coated mouth. His foot hit her tongue, causing him to retract his foot as he was sucked in past his hips. "Do I taste good for a rock star?" He asked playfully as she sucked the garlic butter off his legs and lower waste... Nigel chuckled as he saw her juices." I guess I did a good job," Nigel teased. Natasha nodded breathlessly. Nigel chuckled." So want to do the birthing now, or do we go a little further," Nigel teased patting near his covered cock. "Birth. Do you want to undress for that?" She replied. "Yes my dear," Nigel chuckled as he began removing his shirt first. As Nigel removed his shirt, Natasha pulled his pants down. Nigel smirked." Like what ya see," He teased "Yes." Natasha whispered as she hiked her skirt up. Nigel chuckled and moved his hands up her skirt. Asian smiled around him and let his arms go. She sucks him all the way in to her mouth and started to get the rest of the butter off. "MMM...yes you do, master." She murmured around him. She squished him gently against the roof of her mouth as she licked the butter off her lips, enjoying his squirms. Tigra told the maid she had talked to that she was heading to the back and then did so going to the room she knew Sam would reform in setting his clothes on the bed as she put her shirt on and waited Money just went along for the ride; only struggling when he was pressed against the roof of Asian's mouth, as if to be in peril. He wasn't, he was just playing along with her as she played with him... Asian smiled again as she thought of how being a red is fun. She was usually prey. "Oh! Master! Um...sorry if it's a tight fit..... I usually don't eat people..... I'm always the one getting normed..." She said around him, her words slurred by Money's body. Natasha slid her dress the rest of the way off and asked, "Do you want to go in headfirst or feet first?" "Head first," Nigel smiled before licking her pussy. Natasha's pussy opened up, sucking his head in. Nigel groaned with a smile as his head was pushed in. Natasha slurped him further in as her tail reached around to coil around Nigel's cock. Money chuckled at Asian's apology and confession that she wasn't used to being the predator. "Don't apologize for anything, just enjoy your meal." He said as he wiggled towards the back of her mouth. "And please stop calling me master." He said, "If anything think of me as food instead of your master." Nigel groaned louder at this enjoying it. Soon, Natasha was extremely stretched by his bulging stomach. As that slid up into her, she withdrew her tail. Nigel rubbed her womb walls. Finally, Nigel's feet slid up into Natasha. She rubbed her belly. "You know, once you've had your fill of my womb, you can go in one of my other offices..." The sphinx suggested. "I'll let you, the lovely lady chooses which one," Nigel flirted. Natasha smiled. "Okay then." She told him and sat down at a chair. "Would you like to be served in any particular manner?" "Covered in Jello please," Nigel chuckled. "Okay, sir. Just tell me when you're ready." She replied. "I will, but first I'm going to enjoy it in here," Nigel said rubbing her womb walls. Natasha lied back to relax. "That's fine." Asian's brow creased in confusion. Wasn't that what a maid café was about? Even if he was getting eaten, he was still the 'master'! She shrugged a maneuvered Money's body to the back of her mouth. She gave a swallow, and her face screwed up in effort. Furthermore, she was glad he couldn't see! Furthermore, she kept swallowing, finding it difficult to swallow such a large thing. Furthermore, she lifted her hand to her throat as she swallowed repeatedly and felt his outline as he started moving down into it. Furthermore, she hoped it wasn't hurting him! Nigel relaxed inside her. As Money was taken feet first into the tight confines of Asian's throat, he couldn't help but notice that she was struggling to swallow him down. He tried to help by straightening his body and splashing saliva over himself to help lubricate his decent. "Drink something if you need to." Money said as his waist was taken into Asian's throat. The squeeze of her esophagus was tight against his legs, but not enough to put him in any discomfort... Sam suddenly reformed in a small room, bewildered and extremely disoriented until he saw Tiara and stared at her confused." What the...how...you..." he mumbled. "I turned your body into milk for calling me a monster.... and then just like all our customers and even the maids or butlers when they get digested.... you reformed in one of the reforming rooms" tiara tossed Sam's clothes onto the bed he reformed on right next to him "though just a bit of advice.... don't call us monsters alright?.... I consider that an insult and I'm not kind to those that insult me normally" Sam glanced at the clothes then back to her." You...you digested me?!" he exclaimed horrified. "You monster!" He yelled this and pointed a finger of blame at her, furious at what she had done. Tigra growled though forced herself from acting "yes I did... but I did say before you would be safe didn't i?... and look just like I said your safe" "But...you digested me!" he shouted furious. "You freak, you turned me into milk...the pain, god it was painful!" "I only let it be painful because you insulted me.... continue to insult me and I will devour and prevent you from surviving it again sir...." she had walked over and was now leaned near him... with him literally in a corner as she growled while she spoke "now calm yourself before your mouth causes you more pain" Sam was afraid, terrified of this creature but refused to back down." Don't you dare touch me!" he replied still angry. She stayed silent just glaring at him making eye contact with him for a moment the anger and hatred she was actually suppressing plainly visible in those red eyes... but after a moment she backed off and sighed calming herself "if I wanted to hurt you then you couldn't stop me.... but I'm trying to keep calm since you are a customer.... if you didn't like what happened here then you can just simply leave and never return as a customer that is your choice.... besides as far as I know I'm the only maid here that can digest a prey in my breasts....." "Leave? No, not until I get some kind of compensation for what you did to me, you fiend!" he yells, refusing to back down, ignorant of how weak he is. "Why should we compensate one customer for something we do on an hourly basis with lots of paying customers that enjoy things like that?.... besides it's not like I plan on billing you for this go around... next time maybe but if there is a next time or not all depends on you sir" tiara shrugged not wanting to fight unless it was unavoidable "But...but you tricked me! You shrunk me and...and...you're so messed up!" he exclaimed not backing down but trying to retreat towards the door. "I never tricked you sir.... you were curious about it and I gave you proof and what you seemed to want" tiara was leaning against the closed door behind her as she talked "and i didn't exactly lie either about my being able to do those things..." "Oh...so what happens now? Are you going to hurt me monster?" he asked afraid and bitter "no... what's the point of giving you a reason to actually hate me for?.... there is a saying I know of 'do unto others as you want others to do unto you' .... now tell me with that saying in mind what have you basically been asking for that i haven't done?" she tilted her head a bit, and she was right if she acted like he had been acting towards her then she would have yelled a lot at him... so far all she had done was glare or growl "Huh...well, it's not like I ate you now is it?!" he retorted, trying to be clever. "Perhaps but that is part of my job is to eat those customers that want me too... if you want I can slip you back into my breast It's something I would be more than happy to... though whether I digested you again or not is all up to you" He had to admit, some strange part of him wanted to be inside her again." Hmmm...that's an interesting offer," he said thinking. "Can I...go inside anywhere else?" Natasha rubbed her belly, hoping to please Nigel. Asian breathed in, and swallowed hard. She felt him slide fully into her throat. She touched her neck, feeling his full outline through the skin. Furthermore, she smiled as the esophagus took over and pushed him down on its own. Furthermore, she followed him down until he passed under her collarbones. Furthermore, she unclasped her corset, lifted her shirt and landed her hand on her stomach, waiting for him to fall in. Money took in a breath in preparation for the tight squeeze ahead of him. Once fully engulfed by Asian's throat, he released his breath having found himself surrounded by a small pocket of air. He was pushed down in a state of sexual bliss; if he could have reached his crotch he would have been pleasuring himself. He felt his feet release from Asian's powerful throat muscles, followed by his knees and waist. Money fell a short distance into the pit of Asian's belly, splashing in a shallow pool of digestive soup. "Oh no!" He called out jokingly, "I'm going to be digested by some steam punk girl! Oh, how my fans are going to miss me!" He chuckled to himself shortly after his fake plea, knowing he would be reformed shortly after his body dissolves... Asian grinned as she felt him fill her stomach up. "Oh!" She exclaimed, as if remembering something. She popped the barrel out of the gun, spun it and clicked it back in. Furthermore, she cocked the slide back and fired it into her hand. A vial of blue liquid slid out, almost the same size as the dart that should have come out. She forgot to tell Natasha that the gun would make her potions for what ever her desires were. She twisted off the cap and poked her tummy, feeling his body through her own. "Watch out below!" She said, and drained the little vial. Tigra smiled "well there is my tail, mouth, tail hole, and my pussy that you can go in too.... if your interested.... though I want to know now before we do anything else.... are you still so embarked to hide what joy you must have really felt hearing you could go inside me sir?" Nigel smiled rubbing the womb walls pleased. Money got comfortable in Asian's tummy and laid back in wait to be digested. He felt her prodding finger and heard her warning to watch out, but wasn't expecting to be covered in a mysterious blue liquid. "What is this stuff?" He asked as he floated in the blue fluid, unsure of what it was or what it would do to him... "Um. Well, since I'm not a red who digests, I have to take things to help me do it. Don't worry, it won't hurt!" Asian said, blushing a little. She patted her stomach again and smiled. "Enjoy the trip, sir!" ((Would you mind moving on to the other more?)) Natasha stood up and went to the kitchen. "Do you have any preference on what flavor of gelatin, sir?" She asked. "Just normal straw belly flavor Gelatin," Nigel said smiling. "Okay. Do you want it to be set and then broken up, or would you like it poured over you unset?" She asked. "Set then Broken up," Nigel said smiling. Money smiled at Asian's explanation, and as the blue liquid began to tingle at his skin. Like she said, it wasn't painful, but almost a tickle. He began to laugh as his skin was dissolved away from his muscles... Without a word, Natasha got out a vat of pre-set strawberry gelatin and began to crumble it with her forepaws. Nigel smiled and relaxed as he waited for Natasha to finish. Asian gathered his clothes and wandered to the reformation chambers. Once there, she hung up his clothes on the rack inside. She waited patiently outside the chamber for his return. By now Money's legs were nothing but bones. He raised up one leg to examine it, and busted out into another fit of laughter at seeing the skeletal structure that was his leg. Money passed out shortly after, and slipped into the blue acid where the rest of his body dissolved into digestive soup; ready to be spread throughout Asian's body as nutrients... Almost as soon as he shut his eyes, they shot open again. He was laying naked and full-sized on a small cot in one of the reformation chambers. He noticed his clothes on the rack above him. Money dressed himself hastily and walked out of the chamber to a waiting Asian. "That was amazing!" He said with a wide smile, "Mind if I get a little taste of you next?" He asked and winked at her... (Room for a pregnant prey?) Asian blushed. "Um, yes master!" She said and smiled. "How would you like me?" Name: Reiko AsagiSex: Female Species: Human Status: Maid/meal Preferences: Anything at all Appearance: Hip high boots and leather bra and bikini. She is also very heavily pregnant. Reiko waited nervously at her station. She hadn't been noticed yet. Maybe she would get to live through this job... "I would like you the same way you had me." He said with a devious grin... "Ok, sir!" She said and led him back to the table. "Um.... Usually I'm eaten with my clothes on... Would you like them on or off, master?" She said, looking down and blushing. Reiko watched, curiously. She hoped not to be a second course... ((Is Reiko a maid?)) (yes.) Money smiled as he said: "With your clothes on, of course. Wouldn't want to do something you're not used to..." (I fixed my char sheet.) "Ok." She said, breathing a sigh of relief. "I’ll be right back!" She ran into the kitchen and grabbed a bowl of melted garlic butter and went back out. "Is this ok, master?" She said, suddenly remembering her maid role. "That is quite alright, m'lady." Money said back and handed her the pink flower he used to shrink himself with. "Rub this on your clothes and sniff it. Both you and your clothes will shrink." Natasha finished crumbling it and stroked her belly. "Are you ready to be let out?" she asked. "That's ok, sir, I have it covered!" She said, waving her nerf gun. "One moment though. While I do prefer clothed, I don't really like having too much on. Unless you want me in my full outfit?" She asked. Reiko sighed and began cleaning an empty table near a customer, her cleavage and belly moving seductively. ((Sorry! Seems we don't have many real customers...)) (Oh my! Anyone want to play one?) "Whatever you're comfortable with, madam." Money said like a gentleman... Asian stripped off her boots and socks and set them on the chair. She pulled the fluffy petticoat off so she was just in her skirt and set it aside as well. She pulled the goggles off and then slid her corset top under her shirt. After a few seconds of rummaging under her shirt, she finally pulled it off, revealing that she had put on the corset under the shirt. She took her gun and aimed it at her head. Instead of a vial falling out, this time the vial burst and sprayed her with a reddish liquid. She began shrinking, clothes and gun and all, until she was about 2 inches tall. Reiko was cleaning nearby, watching the shrinking. Money watched as Asian undressed and shrank herself. He gently picked her up by her waist and placed her in the dish of melted garlic butter. "I'll let you coat yourself, just so I'm not too rough with you..." He said and smiled... Reiko was now staring, obviously. Asian laid down in the butter and rolled around in it. She brought up her hand and licked some off. "Mmm...why is garlic butter soon good?" She asked no one in particular. She looked up at the rock star and asked "Did you want to digest me or not, master?" Money chucked seeing Asian bathing in the garlic butter. "I was hoping to digest you, if that's alright." He said smiling as he gazed down at her. His stomach growled loudly as he looked at her... Asian nodded, lifted the gun up and blasted herself again. "Don't worry, the flavor won't be affected. It just makes it, so I won't be in pain or anything." She said, hoping he wouldn't ask why she had to do all this. She was just paranoid. Name: Chris Sex: Male Species: Asian Human dream guy Status: Customer Preferences: Red only, soft more. Shrunken preferred. He has his own way of shrinking. Appearance: 5'7” He is lean but still pretty skinny though. His right eye is a clock face, with roman numerals, but he still has an iris in the center. (No clock hands) His hair is black. He gels it forward and up, like the wave style. He wears black hi-top chucks, a black wife beater top under it and baggy jeans. Furthermore, he has a tongue piercing, and an eyebrow piercing above his clock eye. Furthermore, he also has a black dragon tattoo on his left shoulder.((He is red, and if you don't mind Reiko being shrunken and eaten, I'll use him for you!)) (Thanks!) Reiko sighed softly. Her shift was nearly open. Maybe she would live! The door to the café slammed open, causing the bell to clang loudly. An angry Asian boy stalked in and stormed up to the head maid station. He glared about, looking for someone in particular.((I'm guessing if she is a bit away, she won't notice his creepy eye.)) Reiko heard the crash and tried to look inconspicuous. Chris noticed the maid off in the corner who was clearly attempting to ignore him. He stomped over to her and glared at her across her table. "Hey! You! I need a table and need a maid. Asian is preferred." He said, grinning wickedly.((: P Chris is Asian's roommate...er...if you want to get technical...her room. He likes harassing her. Don't worry though, he'll change his mind soon enough!)) Money didn't question any of her motives as she shot herself with the gun. "Ready?" He asked as he picked her up by the waist again and brought her up to his mouth... Suddenly, the door busted open, startling Money. He watched as the man approached Reiko and demanded service from Asian. "A friend of yours?" He asked Asian as she hung in his grip at mouth level... Reiko gasped. "I... I..." She fumbled nervously. Asian grimaced. "My roommate..... Hurry! He actually might try to take me! He's in one of his moods, and he only calms down when he has someone squirming in his stomach... Usually me..." She said, rolling her eyes. She clasped the gun on her belt and gave him a thumbs up.==============================================================================================Chris lifted an eyebrow. "What, can you not speak?" He asked rudely. He grinned evil again as he started thinking. She was obviously a worker, and a timid one as well. She'd make a good prey.... "Well, seeing as Asian isn't here... I think you'll do just fine..." He purred. "Hey buddy, back off," Is heard as Naomi's hand rested on Reiko's shoulder from behind to calm her. "Hey. I'm a customer. A repeat one as well!" He said, frowning. It wasn't his fault the timid maid wasn't responding. "If you want some service, I'll provide it," Naomi said standing in front of Reiko. Reiko seeped. She had zoned out and wasn't paying attention. ((Well...: P It's up to you guys. Chris was going to be Reiko's red since the poor girl was just standing there!! XD)) (why not both? XD) ((If you want! XD)) Money gently placed Asian on his tongue. The taste of the miniature girl mixed with the garlic butter was exquisite, causing him to moan with delight. He gently swished her around his mouth several times before tipping his head back, and swallowing Asian in one gulp. "I've done this before ya'know..." Money said as he wiped his lips on the sleeve of his jacket, "But you'll be the first one to survive in my belly." Asian giggled as she went down, squirming. She actually enjoyed the trip down more than she usually let on. She frowned though in confusion at Money's statement. 'First to survive?' She thought. She'd ask, but she knew if she tried, she wouldn't really be heard. Money patted his belly at feeling Asian enter his stomach. He chuckled at her struggles within him. "I wonder how that fellow in the wife-beater would respond if I told him I ate his roommate?" He asked down to his stomach as he entertained the idea of telling him. He figured it would cause a fight, but Money knew he could handle himself in a scrap... Asian fell into his tummy with a splash. She giggled when she heard what he said. "He'd probably freak out for a second, then hate you forever." She said, not knowing if he heard or not. Money could barely hear Asian, but she was loud and clear enough to him that he understood what she said. "Who could hate the great Money Williams?" He asked, making himself sound like a narcissistic bastard. "I'm going to go tell him just to see his face!" And at that, he walked over and tapped Chris on the shoulder. "Were you looking for Asian? A little woman in steampunk clothes?" He asked with a sly grin on his face... Chris whirled around and stared at the dude. "Yeah? What's it to you?" He asked, suspicious of the guy. Money's grin only widened as he patted his belly. "She was quite a treat! Struggled and screamed all the way down." He said, lying about her screaming and struggling... Chris' eyes narrowed, and he said "That's where my meal went! Why, you ass!" He stepped up to the rock star and broke out into a grin. "Nice. She is so used to me now that she sometimes doesn't fight." He said with a sigh. "I guess I'll either have to wait you to let her out, or try one of these girlies." He gestured to Reiko and Naomi. Money puffed out his chest to Chris, ready to fight, but to his surprise he just brushed it off. "I thought we were going to go at it there for a second." He said with a weak smile. "But I'm glad you're okay with me gobbling up your girl." He said as he poked his belly, feeling Asian within him... Chris shrugged. "Outside the café, it would have been a different story. But in here, it's her job. And she is just my roommate and main prey." He said, grinning.==============================================================================================Asian fell over when he poked her. She snorted as she faintly heard the exchange between the two. "I'M NOT HIS GIRL!!" She screamed, wondering if she was clear enough. Suddenly she remembered what he said earlier. But she figured with Chris right there, it wasn't the best time to ask. Asian's scream echoed outside of Money's stomach. "Sorry, meant your friend" Money corrected himself and gave his belly a quick rub. It gurgled in response; ready to digest the little morsel within... Reiko rubbed her own belly. "You won't digest me, right?" Asian sighed. She lifted her hand and saw how it was getting melty. She made a face and put her hand back down. "Guess it's time! And I didn't get to ask!" She said, more to herself than anything. She closed her eyes and let his body do its job.========================================================================================================Chris turned back to the maid girl. He placed his right hand over his heart and raised his left in an ironic gesture. "I swear I won't......." He sighed and looked down. Almost as if he was embarrassed, he muttered "I can't..." Money heard a barley audible sound from his stomach. "Ask what?" He asked Asian, wondering if she was undigested enough to answer... Asian's mind was in that weird between period. She knew she would be reforming soon....... ((The others need to respond!!!)) ((I'm waiting on a rearmost who hasn't been online far as I can tell)) ((XP)) Reiko looked surprised. "Really?" She said, amazed that she would get to live, but a little disappointed. (will wait) Naomi glanced at Reiko." If you don't want to Reiko-Chan, I'll serve him," Naomi offered. Money could no longer feel Asian in his tummy. He was satisfied with the idea that he had digested a living being that would survive the process. He walked over to the reformation chambers and waited for her to come out... Chris sighed and rubbed his face. "I can't digest prey. I don't know why. Ask Asian when she gets back. I've even tried other people. They don't digest with me. But it kind of prolongs the experience of the struggles." He gave a wicked smile at this. "I'll let you out in an hour or so if you want. If she doesn't go," he pointed at Naomi, "she can time." His fingers spasmed randomly. "Just decide, or I'm going to go wait for Asian!"==============================================================================================Asian's body tingled as she woke up on the ground in the reformation chambers. She blinked, stood up and looked through the window. Money was waiting outside. She smiled and went out. "I'll never get use to that." She said, shaking her head. Suddenly what he said came back to her. "Hey, what did you mean when you said first to survive?" Naomi smiled." I'm more than ready to serve you sir," Naomi said. ((Waiting for Reiko's response. : P)) Money bowed his head and looked away at hearing Asian's question. "I meant that you would be the first to survive being eaten by me." He said, "I usually digest people, and they don't reform. You, however, were the first to reform after I digested you." "I'll be eaten." Reiko said quietly. Asian was shocked. "Y-you've killed people?" She asked, one of her hands flying up to her chest, the other to her gun.=====================================================================Chris grinned at her response. "It IS your job after all." He said matter-of-factly. He turned to Naomi. "You going to join her?" He asked.((We have to wait for Naomi's player. They're waiting for Sam's player.)) ((I need a reply from Roscoe...)) (Sorry I didn't reply Cowrie)Nigel nodded ready for Natasha. Naomi smiled and nodded putting an arm around Reiko. Money saw how shocked Asian was about hearing that he'd killed people. "It's not like I forced them against their will!" He said quickly, "Everyone I've ever eaten volunteered to be eaten." Natasha rebirthed Nigel directly into the jello. Nigel smiled at her as he was covered in the Jello." Ready when you are Natasha," Nigel smiled. Natasha smiled as her bellybutton expanded to become a gaping mouth. She leaned in, and the mouth began to suck up some jello. Nigel was surprised seeing her bellybutton doing this. Soon, his feet were pulled in with the jello.((Do you have any pref on whether the navel leads to the stomach or becomes a digestive chamber in itself?)) (Nah I'm cool, I'm just surprised by that)Nigel smiled as he was pulled in. Asian took a step backwards. "Why would they want to do that?" She asked.==============================================================Chris grinned. "Well, are you both going?" He asked. Naomi smirked and nodded." Led the way buddy boy," Naomi said. Money shrugged his shoulders. "Some stars have fans that would gladly take a bullet for them, I have fans that would gladly be my lunch." he said, smiling... ((I wasn't asking if it was okay, I was giving you a couple of options... Do you have any preference between them?)) Natasha's stomach maw pulled Nigel in up to his knees, along with some more jello. (Either's good for me)Nigel groaned feeling him going deeper into her ((I think I'll do the navel as a digestive chamber.)) Soon, Natasha had slurped Nigel up to his thighs, where she paused to stroke his cock. Nigel groaned at this with a smile. All of a sudden, Natasha slurped him up to his waist. (ok since rearmost isn't going to post ill act as if Sam was sent off happily)tiara sighed coming out of the reforming chamber she had been in with same and noticing money and Asian she walked over "have you enjoyed things so far with our newest maid master?" Nigel smiled at Natasha as he was sucked further in. With a long slurp, Natasha pulled in all but his head. Nigel kissed her stomach." See you soon," Nigel teased. Nodding, she sucked the last of Nigel, up, her navel contracting shut behind him. Nigel slid into a strange chamber... Asian blushed and looked down as Tiara came up. She was kind of put off by the idea of eating someone and killing them. She just assumed she was 'spoiled' by not being digested and killed. Money looked to Tiara with a broad grin across his face. "Hell yeah I enjoyed your newest maid!" He said and pulled out his wallet. "How much do I owe you all?" Acids began to flow into Natasha's bulging navel. Nigel closed his eyes waiting for him to be digested. "Depends on what all you did... Asian should remember the prices.... or at least have a list in her uniform" Asian reached into her pocket and pulled out a notebook. She scribbled on it and hand the tab over to Money. ((: P Just assume it has a price on it))====================================================================Chris grinned and had them sit down on a chair each. He closed his eyes, took a breath, then opened them again. Over the iris of his clock eye, a pair of clock hands started making revolutions. The two maids began to shrink, clothes and all, as he stared at them. Naomi was surprised seeing herself and Reiko mini. Soon, the acids began to melt away at his flesh. Nigel groaned as he dissolved. Chris grinned again, this time actually looking editorial. "You can stay clothed or not, your choice." He said. Soon, Natasha had completely digested Nigel and sucked the resulting goo up through her pores. Nigel's body started to be reformed in one of the chambers. Natasha went over there to wait for him. Nigel slowly reformed and smiled. "I hope you enjoyed it, sir." Natasha said to him. "I did, and I enjoyed you," Nigel teased giving Natasha a small cheek peck." Now what do I owe you?" He asked going for his wallet. Money read the amount on the tablet, and fished out the amount from his wallet plus a thousand dollar tip for Asian. "I think you deserve a little more than twenty percent." He said and handed over the cash, all in hundred dollar bills. "It's chump change to me, really." Natasha handed him a bill. Tigra saw that amount and leaned in whispering to Asian "we will need to talk before you leave work for the day but not right now...." Nigel read it and smiled and handed her the money and a nicely sized tip." That was for the fun before the more," Nigel teased. "Thank-you." Natasha replied. Nigel smile and kissed her cheek. Grinning, Natasha said, "Please come again!" Then she went to put the payment in the cash register. Nigel smirked." Oh I will, and I hope you're my hostess next time," Nigel teased. Asian's eyes widened. "Er...for what?" She stammered. "Ill tell you then..." she took the actual bill payment and head out to take it to the register She trailed the head maid over, extremely nervous. "Er! Did I do something wrong? Can I fix it now?" She said. She wondered if Money was following them. "No you have done anything wrong... just see me later on so we can talk... It's nothing you need to worry about right now" she waves Asian off as she reaches the register and puts the money in pulling OTU some change for jonsey waited patiently, wondering what all the fuss was about... "ok...." Asian said, extremely nervous now. She smiled at Money as he waited. She hands money the change "here you go sir I hope you come back some time" she bows respectfully to money "Thanks, I'm sure I will!" Money said as he accepted the change. He walked out the front door, money in hand and a satisfied smile on his face... Asian waved after Money and said "Bye Master!" as he left. After money left tiara sighed and went to a small corner room that doubled as her office though to get behind her desk she had to leap over it but hell an office was an office at least Asian trailed behind her and stood at the desk. "Er...." She mumbled.((So are you done with this one, Travis?)) Tigra sat down then blinked looking at Asian "what's wrong? I only said I need to talk with you before you leave work today... you still have plenty of working hours left" Asian sighed. "Sorry. I just wanted to fix what ever it is right now." She said, turned and wandered off. She went to the door and waited for a new customer.((.... Are Naomi and Reiko done? : P)) Loki wrote:((So are you done with this one, Travis?))((No, I'm not. Just trying to decide which character to use next...)) Name: Muse Sex: Female Species: Human Status: Costumer/prey Preferences: Soft more w/ delayed digestion. Appearance: Muse is slightly chunky and wears baggy blue jeans and a blue denim jacket, making some mistake her for a boy. Her hair is jet black and shoulder-length. She is always seen carrying a red guitar strapped to her back... Muse walked into the Café with an expression of wonder on her face. She didn't know who to talk to first about fulfilling her desires... ((X3 Ok!)) Aslinn walked up to the customer. "Why hello there, mistress! How can I help you?" She said cheerfully. "Would you like a table?" Muse, who was used to being pushed around, was taken aback by being called 'mistress'. "Yes, I would like a table." She said with a smile as she adjusted the strap that held her guitar to her back... ((I need someone for Natasha to interact with...)) (How about Nigel for a little while more?) Nigel chuckled smiling at Natasha. ((Okay.))" What's so funny?" Natasha asked. "Nothing, I just enjoyed the time with your cute self," Nigel smirking at Natasha. Natasha giggled, but asked, "Is there something you're sticking around for?" "You," Nigel teased as he wrapped an arm around Natasha. ((This seems to be going in circles to me...)) (Really?) ((Yeah, the more's over, so where were you wanting it to progress to?)) (I don't know, maybe dating between Nigel and Natasha.) ((I'm not much for ring that sort of thing...)) (Okay) ((new customer?)) Aslinn smiled and led Muse to a table. She produced a menu and said "Take your time, I'll be over when you are ready!" "I don't think I need a menu." Muse said with a warm smile. "I know what I'd like." ((Sounds like a good idea.)) ((Just have Nigel leave, and a new person comes in!)) Aslinn blinked. "Oh! Ok then. Well, what would you like then, ma'am?" She asked, producing a notepad from her pocket to write everything down. Nigel sighed." Hope to see you seen," Nigel said as he turned around, "I would like to be shrunk down with my guitar and drank down in a beer." She said quickly, having rehearsed what she had wanted. Her intentions were to see, once the beer had drained out of Asian's stomach, how well the acoustics were inside the maid's belly... Asian looked down as her heart sunk. "Er.... I'm not 21 yet. I technically can't drink..... Would you like me to find you a different maid? I could ask my head maid if it'll be ok." She said, apologetically. "It's alright." Muse said and pulled out a bottle of Near Beer. "I brought non-alcoholic beer. If that doesn't help, then could you ask the head maid?" She asked politely... Asian lifted the beer up. "I've never heard of this! But I'll take your word for it, mistress. Let me go grab a glass." She said and ran off to the kitchen to grab a beer mug. Muse smiled as she watched Asian run off towards the kitchen. While she waited she unstrapped her guitar from her back and began to tune it... Asian came back with a frozen beer mug. Her fingers left warm spots on the frosty glass. "Will this do?" She asked. "Yeah that will do nicely." Muse said and handed Asian the bottle of non-alcoholic beer. "So, do you get many musicians in here?" She asked as she strummed her guitar to test her tuning... Asian poured the 'beer' into the glass, making sure to not make it all foamy. "My last master was a musician. Though he didn't ask to have his instrument taken with him!" She replied, still focused on what she now thought of as fake beer. "Yeah, not a lot of musicians would." Muse said with an embarrassed smile, "That's why I brought this old beat up guitar for this little experiment." She said and held out her instrument for Asian to see. It was indeed beat up and scratched to the point that it looked like someone tried to smash it on stage for a finale. "Do you have a means of shrinking me, or was I supposed to supply that myself?" Muse asked... Asian twirled her gun off her belt. "I have one! So... Did you also want to be...er...digested?" She asked, as she looked over the guitar. "I don't naturally, but I do have the means to, if that's what you want...?" "Actually, yes I would..." Muse said after a brief pause to consider it. "Just give me enough time to play a song or two first." She said... Asian nodded. "I can delay it. I'll wait until you say so to take the aid.... You want to play your guitar in my tummy?" she asked, grinning childishly. Muse giggled at Asian's question. "It's just a little experiment I wanted to try." She began, "I want to test out the acoustics inside someone to, you know, see what if it sounds any different." She said with a look of curiosity about her... Asian smiled and asked "What if it does? Are you doing this for fun or for a purpose?" After Nigel left, Natasha got to work cleaning tables. "It's a little bit of both..." Muse admitted with a weak smile, "If it works then I'll be doing all of my recording inside a belly. It's a silly concept, I know." Asian shook her head. "If it works, you could pioneer something interesting! It's not that silly." she said. She waved her gun around. "Er...are you ready now, mistress?" "I'm as ready as I'll ever be." Muse said as she re strapped her guitar to her back. "And if recording in a belly becomes big, I'll make sure you get some of the credit!" She said in a joking voice, though she was as serious as a heart attack... Asian aimed the gun at her, cocked the slide-y part back and fired. A mist drifted over Muse and her guitar. "It'll take a second." Asian said, sliding her gun back on her belt. Muse closed her eyes when Asian aimed the gun at her; not knowing what to expect. She opened them to a mist falling over herself and her instrument. "Put me in the 'beer' once I shrink." She said before her body began to grow smaller and smaller until she was about 3 inches tall. She remained seated in her chair as she shrunk, and noted how her clothes and guitar had shrunk with her, as she had wanted... ((Sorry! My internet left me yesterday! But it came back!)) Aslinn gently picked the shrunken girl up and placed her in the beer. Right after she did this, she suddenly remembered that normal beer is denser than water, so Muse wouldn't float! "Oh no!" Asian said, watching to see if she'd float in the fake beer or if she'd need to chug it, so Muse wouldn't drown.((X3 Just kind of random fact I learned!)) As soon as Muse landed in the amber liquid, she began to sink towards the bottom. She had forgotten the lesson she'd learned from the movieBeerfest, that people couldn't swim in beer due to it being denser than water. Once she hit the bottom of the glass she crouched down, and using her legs, propelled herself towards the surface. Her head broke the surface, and she grabbed the rim of the glass to hold herself above the surface. "Kinda forgot about that!" She said and laughed at her own foolishness... ((XD That's where I learned it! And I looked it up as well))Asian chuckled. "Well.... Should I dump some out? What if it fills my stomach to the top? You won't be able to breathe!" She said, not wanting to drown her on accident. "Yeah, go ahead and drain some of it." Muse said with a polite smile on her face. She had no plans of drowning today, and wanted to take every precaution not to... Asian gently lifted the glass up and put her hand over the edge of the glass, leaving a crack for the beer to pour out. She tried to pour the beer back in the bottle while holding Muse in it. She drained about a quarter of the glass and righted it. "That enough?" She asked. "That should be enough." Muse said and giggled at Asian's attempt to put the 'beer' back into the bottle. Her head was now above the surface, which should be enough to let her have some air room in Asian's belly... Asian grinned. "Ok, mistress, down you go!" she said, then lifted the beer to her mouth. She started drinking it and wrinkled her nose. 'It still tastes like beer....' she thought as she drank it. Muse braced herself against the glass as Asian drank. After she drank about a mouthful, Muse let herself slide into Asian's mouth. Once inside she let herself flow with the beer down Asian's throat. It was a tight squeeze down, but not enough that it was uncomfortable for her. "I'm gonna smell like fake beer for a week!" She said as she and a mouthful of the amber liquid went down Asian's throat towards her tummy... Asian almost missed the moment when Muse went down. Almost. The fake beer made it easier to swallow her, but she still noticed it. She finished the glass and set it down, gasping slightly from pretty much chugging the drink. She placed her hand on her stomach and waited for the moment she fell in. Muse splashed into Asian's belly with the rest of the beer. She gasped for breath when she broke the surface with just her head above the beer. "I never thought being part of a cocktail would be so much fun!" She called out as her guitar floated up to the surface next to her head. "I'll start playing once the beer drains out." She said and took in a mouthful of the beer. "For fake stuff it sure tastes real." Asian chuckled. "We should make it a regular drink... Hehe... It was a micro-brew!" she said. She sat down at the table, wondering what it would sound like to her having a guitar played in her tummy. I would like to join. Name: Homage : 15 Dress: red shirt with an open dark gray button up and dark jeans Height: 5'10 Likes : anything as long as I don't die, and I'm shrunk Customer (may seek employment afterwords)Please tell me what maids are open. I only read the 1st six pages so a brief description would be nice Is ASIN free by any chance? ((Nope. Sorry. Natasha or Naomi are both free though. Though one of them is on a temp leave. I think it was Naomi.)) (Sorry, I only do same size.) Ok I'll leave it open then Tom walked into the café feeling down as his crush just dumped him he walks to the counter murmurs about how nice it looks and waits to be addressed(PS my character is shy until he knows the person) I don't mind same size btw just shrunk is preferred ((If you don't mind digest with reformation, I can take this then...)) Ok but I thought u only did same size? Byw was is reformation? ((Please use IOC brackets and common English. Didn't you just say same size was acceptable?)) ((I did. what's reformation?)) ((When the prey comes back to life after being digested. In this RP, it's via reformation chambers...)) ((oh ok it's cool then. Let the RP begin.)) The sphinx walked over to Tom, her wings flexing. "You need a table, sweetie?" she asked. Tom noticing a maid approaching him said "yes. Thank you." Muse chuckled at the Micro-brew pun as she tried to keep her head above the surface of the beer, which was easier than she would have thought. She noticed that the beer was slowly but surly draining from Asian's belly. "I can't wait to play in here!" She said... Natasha led Tom to an empty table. "Now, are you interested in being red or prey today?" She asked. "Prey. If that's alright with you." Natasha nodded. "Okay, how would you like to be served?" she asked. I would like to be served in ice cream. ((Don't forget quotation marks.))" Okay sir," Natasha replied, "What flavor?" ""whatever your favorite is. Beautiful girls can choose my flavor anytime they want." Natasha nodded and darted off to the kitchen. When she came back, she was carrying an enormous bowl of vanilla ice cream. "So u can be dominant to eat me in any fashion you would like" Asian grinned. "Is it really that exciting?" she asked, curious. "Well, maybe if it sounds awesome, it would be..." Natasha nodded. "Is there anything you'd like me to do before I eat you?" she asked. "Like what do you have something in mind?" I mean I want you to be dominant to do whatever you want (sit one me, mouth play, whatever it's your choice) Muse smiled and took her guitar off her back. The beer level had dropped below her bossism and she attempted to hold the guitar in a playable manner. She strummed the opening chords to one of her favorite songs;Free Falling by Tom Petty." She's a good girl, loves her mama. Loves Jesus, and America too." Muse began to sing. It wasn't a perfect Tom Petty impersonation, but it was close enough for her tastes... Asian giggled as she heard the music. It was weird. It was inside her head instead of hearing it normally. Furthermore, it reminded her of the time she stuck ear buds in her mouth with the music turned up all the way. "How about a good fuck?" Natasha suggested. "If that's what you want you're the boss you own me as far as I'm concerned. Mistress Natasha" Muse batted an eye to Asian's giggle and smiled. "She's a good girl, crazy 'bout Elvis. Loves horses and her boyfriend too." She continued to sing and strum the guitar as the beer level lowered to her waist." It's a long day livin' in Reside. There's a freeway runnin' through the yard. And I'm a bad boy, 'cause I don't even miss her. I'm a bad boy for breakin' her heart. And I'm free, I'm free fallin'!!!" Natasha smiled as she undressed herself. "Well, strip then." *takes off his clothes and waits for his master to start *takes off his clothes and waits for his master to start Asian realized she must have been disturbing Muse a little, and quiets down. She suddenly had an idea and wandered over to Natasha and her customer before they got started. "Sorry, Miss Natasha. I just wanted to know if you hear anything." She said, pointed at her mouth and opened wide. Natasha nodded and pressed herself against Tom. * he lets Natasha knock him off balance and lets her hump him Muse smiled as she heard Asian ask Natasha if she could hear her playing in her belly. She continued to sing her song as the beer drained out of Asian's tummy." All the vampires walkin' through the valley. Move west down Ventura Blvd. And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows. All the good girls are home with broken heartland I'm free, I'm free fallin'! I want to glide down over Mulholland. I want to write her name in the sky. Furthermore, I want to free fall out into nothin'. Going to leave this world for awhile And I'm free, I'm free fallin'!" Asian blushed and walked away from the two. "Sorry." She mumbled. ((Please capitalize, and what are the as tricks for? This pairing isn't working to well for me.)) ((Asterisks are used when an action takes place that's not spoken)) ((Just say "Tom let Natasha rape him." Use the third person view. It's easier to understand.)) ((This RP isn't working for me anymore, I'm going to quit it.)) ((Well I now have no RP partner)) ((reply if a maid is open updated shrinking and dominance)) "Sorry for what?" Muse asked as she finished her song... ((I'm resetting my character since Natasha quit.)) Tom saw a strange café across the street and decides to check it out. "Oh. I was disturbing Natasha." She said.((Sorry, Adept. I can't guarantee you'll get a maid.)) "Oh, alright." Muse said as she retuned her guitar for her next song, "I thought you were talking to me. Next song!" She strummed the beginning notes of Stairway to Heavenly Led Zeppelin." There's a lady who's sure, all that glitters is gold. And she's buying a stairway to heaven..." She sang as she strummed out the notes. She didn't bother to mask her voice for this one; figuring her own voice would sound better than her imitation... Asian sat down again, waiting for Muse to give any signals. She seemed to be enjoying her self in Asian's tummy. Muse continued to play Stairway to Heaven until the climatic final part. Her fingers were a blur as she strummed out Jimmy Page's legendary guitar solo. It sounded perfect for it being done in acoustic." And as we wind on down the road." She sang, "Our shadows taller than our soul. There walks a lady we all know. Who shines white light and wants to show. How everything still turns to gold. And if you listen very Harvard. The tune will come to you at last. When all are one and one is all. To be a rock and not to roll!" She finished off the guitar solo as it wound down." And she's buying the stairway, to heaven..... Wow, you wouldn't believe how it sounded in here!" Muse said after she finished, "It's like an amphitheater in here!" ((Sorry. Had lots of homework today! : P))Asian giggled. "I can kinda hear it. It echoes in my head. Does that mean you're going to start a recording company in tummies now?" she asked. ((That's alright, Loki. We all have our personal stuff going on.)) Muse laughed at Asian's comment. "I don't know if I could find a musician besides me that would want to record in a belly." She said and retuned her guitar for her next song. "I'm ready to be... Er... Digested now..." Muse said and began to strum Dust in the Windy Kansas... Asian poked her. "Are you sure? I could just let you out as is. You just sound kind of nervous about it." she said. She cocked her gun and waited for the response. "Yes... I'm sure I want to go through with it." Muse said as she continued to strum Dust in the Wind. "I think this song would go perfectly to melting away in your belly." Asian chuckled as she let the vial slide out of the gun. She twisted off the cap and said "Watch out below!" then downed the liquid. "Well, see you in a bit!" she said as she felt the liquid enter her tummy. The liquid poured in around Muse as she began to sing the lyrics of her song:"I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment's gone. All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity. Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind. Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea. All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see. Dust in the wind, All we are is dust in the wind..." She sang as the liquid began to take effect on her, and began to melt her away." Don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky. It slips away, all your money won't another minute buy." The guitar she had been playing had all but turned into mush as her singing began to slow." Dust in the wind, All we are. Is... dust in... the.... wind..." She sang before she completely dissolved... Asian walked to the reformation chambers. She noted the moment Muse was 'gone' when the music suddenly stopped. She sat on the bench and waited. Furthermore, she didn't know if Muse would come back normal-sized or shrunken, so she loaded her gun, just in case. Muse opened her eyes to a bright light above her. At first, she thought she was dead, but then realized that she was looking up into a florescent light on the ceiling, and that she was laying on a bench in one of the reformation chambers. She sat up, and saw that the bench seemed to stretch on forever. She was still shrunken, and had no way of getting down from the bench without seriously injuring or killing herself. "Miss? Are you there?" She called out, hoping Asian was near... Asian looked at her pocket watch. Muse was taking a bit. She stood up and yanked open the door. She saw Muse sitting on the bench still tiny. "Hm. You should have been normal-sized!" she said. "Really?" Muse asked with a confused look on her face. "I wouldn't know... I guess you're the expert on this stuff." She said... Asian aimed her gun at Muse and fired the standard mist over her. "There. That's the growing potion." She said. The mist fell over Muse, and she began to grow to her original size. "This has been amazing. Thank you for letting me play in your tummy." She said with a smile... "No problem. It's my job!" she said with a smile. She led Muse out of the room and asked "Anything else you need, ma'am?" "No, I don't think there is anything else I need, besides a musician who's willing to record their music in my belly!" Muse joked as she walked towards the door. "It's been fun and all. See ya." She said and walked out the door with a smile across her face... Asian grinned and pocketed the bill. She went to the front of the café and waited for her next customer. Before the door could close a tiny figure slipped in through the door. It was a Nehru, dressed in a dark green trench coat and wearing a little hat. He ran up to Asian with a terrified look on his face. "You have to help me, miss!" He blurted out, "There's someone chasing me and I need a place to hide; somewhere good enough that I won't get found." He paused for a moment to pull off his backpack and pull out an old 1960 silver quarter. "This is all I have." He said, holding up the coin for Asian to see, "Is it enough for you to hide me?" He asked... ((This is seriously turning into a one on one RP. : P We need more people!!! T. T))Asian crouched down. "Er..... I don't accept payment til after I please my master. Do you realize where you are, though?" she asked. ((Yeah, I know... Not that I mind doing a one-on-one with you))"No I don't, and I don't care." the little Nehru said quickly, "And if you take payment after you 'please' me, then hide me, and then I'll give you my coin. It's got to be a good hiding place sohedosen't find me!" Meanwhile, Naomi was stretching finally out of the reform chamber before seeing Asian having fun with a Nehru (Sorry) ((I don't mind either, it's just someone might get upset or something!)) Aslinn thought of only one place that he'd probably be safe in. Apparently he was in a hurry though. She sighed, scooped up the little Nehru and said "Trust me, then." With that, she shoved the Nehru into her mouth and swallowed right away. The little Nehru's eyes went wide at being shoved into Asian's mouth. He was speechless as she forced him to the back of her mouth and swallowed him whole." She said trust her... Maybe she'll cough me up later... But if she doesn't then I'm as good as dead." He thought as he slithered down Asian's throat...===================================================================================================================================Just as Asian swallowed, a man walked into the Café. He was a tall, lengthy fellow in an all black suit. He wore a black fedora hat that shadowed his blood-red eyes. "Good day to you ma'am." He said to Asian with a southern twang in his voice as he removed his hat. Two little demon horns stuck out of his pale forehead. "My name is Manual. I am looking for a little Nehru that took something personal of mine and ran in here. You wouldn't have happened to see one, would you?" His voice twanged in that southern way... Asian frowned at the man and reached for a menu. "Er...what is a Nehru?" she asked, genuinely confused. She had no idea that the furry little person she just ate were called Needs. "But, also, did you want a table, sir?" she asked. Manual sighed at discovering she didn't even know what a Nehru was. His eyes glanced over to the sign at the front of the store. He read it quickly and looked to Asian, and licked his chops. "Well I most certainly do want a table now. My personal affairs with Zephyrus can wait until I've eaten a healthy lunch." He twanged with a devilish grin, exposing one of his fangs... Zephyrus fell into Asian's stomach with a light thud. He was scared of what she would deice to do with him, but was more afraid of what Manual would do if he found him. After all, he had stolen the demon's favorite flipping coin... Asian suppressed a shiver and led him to a table. She set down the menu and said "I'll be back when you've made your decision, sir." She walked off, unwilling to call him 'master'. Furthermore, she told herself that if he requested her, she would not let him digest her. Manual took a seat, glanced at the menu and dropped it onto the table. He whistled to Asian and said "C'mere steampunk." and laughed, showing to her that he had two sets of pristine white fangs..." Is that Manual out there?" Ref asked up to Asian with fear thick in his voice... Asian grimaced and walked over. She couldn't answer her little passenger, but at least he was safe there. "Yes, sir?" she asked. Manual smiled a devilish grin and said, "I think I'll have you, full sized with your clothes on, Missy." His voice twanged as he brushed a lock of hair. He could tell that Asian was disturbed by something about him. "Is there something wrong, Missy?" He asked, still grinning that fanged grin... Asian walked over. "You're just really.....in charge, I guess. More demanding than my other customers. I'm not used to it." she said, not telling the full truth, "Also, sir, I don't get digested. It's written in my contract currently." Manual chuckled at hearing Asian's reason for her skittishness. "Well I do apologize for my demanding demeanor." He said, "And I don't mind if I can't digest you. I'll just let you out after a while..." Zeph could hear Manual's signature accent, and knew that as long as that demon was still out there, that he was still in danger... ((and finally back ugh talk about a lot to read up on))tiara was still in her office having used some magic monsters to keep up with everything that went on saying nothing about aliens saying it was in her contract not to be digested when in fact it wasn't.... well at least not permanently digested anyhow Just then she heard a knock, "Can I come in?" It was Naomi. Tigra looked up "yes you may door is unlocked" The door opened as Naomimi dressed in her maid outfit walked in and bowed her head in respect to Tiara. Asian nodded and strapped her gun on to her belt. She didn't want to lose it. "Anything else?" she asked. "That'll do fine." Manual said as he undid his tie, took off his overcoat and unbuttoned his shirt. "Don't want this suit to tear now do we?" He said with a chuckle and placed his hands on Asian's shoulders. "Are you ready for this?" He asked... "Yes...sir." she said, glancing down. She hoped her clothes would protect her from his fangs. Manual chuckled; He could feel Asian's discomfort and loved every second of it. He opened his mouth inhumanly wide, and took Asian's head into his mouth, careful not to let his fangs puncture her skin. He swallowed, sending Asian's head to the back of his throat. Furthermore, he licked her face over as she slid, exposing that he had a forked tongue... Asian shuddered as he licked her face. It was rather gross, like being licked by a snake or something equally nasty. She braced herself mentally and let herself get kind of into it, to at least take her mind off of the customer. She hoped her own passenger was ok. tiara looked at Naomi "what is it?" "Um, I was just wondering if you were hungry?" Naomi asked. Manual swallowed again, taking Asian's shoulders into his maw. He carefully stood up and tipped his head back, holding Asian's legs to steady her. He continued to work his jaws around her shoulders and down to her chest. Out of respect he kept his tongue still as her breasts passed over his tongue... Zephyrus sat silently in Asian's tummy, unaware of what was going on outside... Asian's world went topsy-turvy as she was turned upside down. She felt her own passenger shift and suddenly felt slightly sick. She hoped she wouldn't accidentally puke the poor guy down the customer's throat. Furthermore, she shuddered slightly as she felt her breasts move into his mouth, but she was grateful he didn't mess with her. Manual let his throat muscles take over in transporting Asian to his stomach. She slid into his mouth effortlessly, her clothes giving little resistance against his fangs. He purred with delight as her legs slid past his teeth... Zephyrus's world did a 180, and he fell against the 'top' of Asian's stomach. "What the?!" He said, not knowing if he should be expecting any other sudden changes... Asian found herself suddenly being deposited into his stomach. She curled up as her legs started falling on top of her. She let a sigh of relief out as Ref slid away from the top of her tummy. Furthermore, she waited for the rest of her legs to follow. Manual swallowed Asian's feet with one audible gulp. He patted his belly as it filled up with the maid, content with his meal. "My, what a delicious little morsel you were..." He said, "Usually I have to hypnotize my prey, but you were very cooperative!" He let his tongue slip out of his mouth and hang off his chin... Zephyrus's environment shifted again, but this time it wasn't as violent or sudden. Zephyrus slowly shifted to the bottom of Asian's belly. "What just happened?" He asked... Asian tucked her legs into herself. "It's my job!" she called out. She rubbed her tummy gently, willing him to understand he was safe. She didn't want to say anything weird and make the customer suspicious. "When will I be out?" she asked, poking one of the walls. (I may join, here is a shortish description of the char I'll use.) NameName: Tia Age: 21Eye color: Greenware/Head fur: Her hair is Mid-length colored brown in a 'curtained fashion. Species: Raccoon Gender: FemaleVore alignment: Red/prey (Can be either.) Prey gender preference: Any Prey species pref: Isn't picky. Sexual alignment: Biped gender pref: Angered species pref: Has managed to not be eaten, so doesn't know (Imagine that!) Accessories: Just a pair of red tinted glasses she usually wears. Description: Tia has a simple Raccoon fur pattern Her body is nice and athletic. Her bust size is a good 38DDOutfit: She wears a black and white v-neck sleeveless t-shirt in horizontal stripes a black vest over it and a pair of tight hip hugging jeans in gray, a brown leather belt around her waist. The little bell on the door gives a light ring as Tia steps in, she seems to look rather timid. She had heard good things about this place but was still rather confused about it. Slowly she sets herself down at a table. ((Go ahead and join...but right now, I'm the only maid, and Travis_H. Is the only customer. Every one who started roofed! T. T)) (Aw, that's too bad, believe I will join though.) Tia gently sets at the little table looking around some. ((I'm still here sorry as Naomi was probably waiting for me))tiara heard the front doorbell and got up "its alright Naomi i don't need a meal right now and ill take this customer" she hopped over her desk and headed out over to Tia bowing "hello mistress!" she holds out a menu Naomi watched Tiara approach Tia and sighed. ((Have a threesome. 3)) Manual poked his belly back and smiled. "Oh only for a couple of minutes." he said, "That's as long as most of my prey lasts." Zephyrus felt the gentle rubbing from inside Asian's belly. He had figured that they were going to be alright, and didn't ask any more questions... Tia blinked a little at being called 'mistress' but nods. "Hello" She then takes the menu and does it, blinking a little at it. "Is this menu right?" She seemed even more confused than when she came in. tiara nodded "yes it is mistress... did you not read the sign out front?" Asian was confused. What was the point of eating her if he was going to let her out in a few minutes. "So you're just going to spit me back out?" she asked. Tia blushed lightly, her ears turning a light shade of pink. "Nuh-uh, I wasn't paying attention to the signs. But I think I would like to try a prey maid if that's ok." "Well I can serve as a prey if you want, but this place highly caters to people that more others there is also Naomi over there if you want her or even want a two-person meal" tiara motions to Naomi over near her office still Tia HMS a little looking to Naomi then nods, she seemed to be getting a little nervous. "That sounds lovely, a two-person meal would be nice." Naomi smiled brightly at that tiara motioned Naomi over "any specific way you want us mistress?" Naomi walked over standing beside Tiara. Tia HMS and shakes her head. "Not really, to be honest I've never eaten anyone before, though I don't want to eat any clothes." She was blushing even more now. Tigra nodded stripping right away "and don't worry about possibly killing us all maids, butlers, and customers that are eaten do reform afterward" Naomi stripped down glancing at Tiara, "I see your well-endowed," Naomi teased Tiara. Tia giggled gently and HMS a little looking at them, pondering if she should at least take off her shirt, not wanting it to rip should she manage to get them down. "Uh, ok then which one of ya would like to 'take the plunge' first?" She smiled a little. "Well Naomi seemed so willing to be eaten before perhaps she should...." tiara smirked folding her wings oversell like a cloak again Manual smiled as he looked at his watch. Several minutes had passed and by then any normal girl would have digested by then. "Yeah I'll just spit you out seeing as I can't digest you." He said and licked his fingers, savoring the still present flavor of Asian on his digits... Manual smiled as he looked at his watch. Several minutes had passed and by then any normal girl would have digested, though he was suppressing his stomach acids to keep her cleaner. "Yeah I'll just spit you out seeing as I can't digest you." He said and licked his fingers, savoring the still present flavor of Asian on his digits... Asian smiled. "That was short....... Shortest time I've ever been in someone!" she said rather cheerfully, "Er, have you done the reverse ever?" she asked, curious if he every Mon Mon Mon'd instead of nom nom nom had. Tia smirks a little and HMS a bit and gently takes hold of Tiara. "That settles it then, you first." She giggles. "Unless Naomi really does want to go first." Tia gently gives Tiara's cheek a warm lick. "No please go ahead," Naomi teased tiara purred "well It's up to you mistress" ((He hadn't let her out yet XD))Manual heaved his stomach upwards, forcing Asian up his throat and into his mouth. He felt her head enter his mouth, followed by the rest of her. He spat her onto the table and smiled at Asian politely." I don't get what you mean by 'done the reverse'." Manual said, genuinely confused as to what she had said... ((I know! 3 She was just observing, since her release was soon.)) Aslinn wiped her face off, but it really didn't work. "It just sounded like all of your prey encounters were...fatal... I didn't know if you'd be able to do that!" she said, sliding off the table. "If you'll excuse me for a moment, sir, I'm going to wipe my face off and grab a clean tab." she said, inching away. Tia nods with a happy grin and gently removes her vest and shirt, upper half now bare for the moment, knowing if she managed this, she'd have quite a belly on her. "Alright then." She softly began licking Tiara's cheek, feeling rather awkward but noted her taste being quite exquisite. She carefully opened her muzzle as wide as she could and gently pushed Tiara's head inside, tongue gently licking across her face still. Tia thinks to herself. 'Here goes nothing..." She gave a tender swallow and to her surprise, her maw and throat expanded around her 'meal' Tiara's head becoming a bulge in Tia's throat. Another firm gulp, shoulders soon following inward. Tia Ming softly continuing to lick over her. Tigra purred and wiggled a bit to try and give Tia some more enjoyment Tia gave a soft muffled giggle at the wiggling, though it did make her wobble a bit awkwardly. She took another gulp, throat muscles rippling and tugging warmly over Tiara's body, sliding ever deeper, Tiara's body making a visible bulge in her gullet. Tia Ming as she licked over Tiara's tummy. Manual grinned as Asian inched away. "Go get yourself cleaned up, and I'll pay you and get out of your hair." He said... Zephyrus stayed calm as he realized what had just happened to Asian. "You're lucky to be alive, you know that?" He said as he sat in Asian's belly. "Normally his food doesn't escape so easily... and if they do, he usually takes a limb or two to keep." Asian hurried off and grabbed one of the towels sitting in the café. She toweled herself off, trying to be inconspicuous as she murdered "We do have reforming chambers....but yeah.... I'm kind of hard to digest." She walked over to the little kiosk at the front and grabbed a new bill. She came back and presented it to her customer. "Here you are!" she said. Manual smiled as he looked over the bill presented to him. He reached into his pocket and brought out a little bar of gold and laid it on the table. The Nazi seal was stamped into the gold bar." It's five ounces exactly," He said, "Worth forty-eight hundred US dollars, but probably worth more considering where I got it. It should more than cover the bill." Asian's eyes widened as she looked at the bar. "Sir, that's way more than the bill." she pushed the bar back and said, "I don't think I could take that. I'd feel like I was stealing it or something." Manual's smile only widened as he pushed the gold bar back towards Asian. "Well this is all I can offer for payment, as I've forgotten my wallet." He said as he looked into Asian's eyes as if looking for something. His red eyes blurred black as he pried into her mind with his hypnotizing gaze." You are going to take this blood gold as my payment," He said softly, "And you ain't going to make a fuss about it till after I leave." Asian's eyes glazed over as he stared at her. She reached out and slid the bar onto her billing book. "Yes, sir." she said in a dead voice, "As you wish, sir." "Good." Manual said as he stood from his seat. He loved toying with mortals' minds and Asian was no acception. He made his way for the door and left the café to search for the little Nehru that stole his favorite flipping coin..." Miss?" Zephyrus called out once he was sure Manual had left. He had heard the exchange of words and was uncomfortable with what might have gone on. "If you can hear me, snap out of it!" He said, worried that Manual had used his hypnosis on her. It would wear off soon, but Zephyrus had no clue as to how long it would take... tiara purred more her tail twitching as her belly was licked Asian stood for a few more seconds, staring into space. Suddenly, she blinked and looked around. "Whey-?" she said, confused. She looked down at the gold and remembered the customer had been trying to give her it. But he was gone now, she had no choice but to accept it. She pocketed the gold and the book, seeing how Tiara was occupied, and she couldn't ask how to deal with the gold. She patted her tummy and said, "I think the guy who was after you is gone. Do you want out now?" Tia MMS happily, Tiara's flavor was enthralling to her. Another swallow and Tiara's head began filling into Tia's tight belly. Tia smirking a little, as for the moment her licking had become a little 'Naughty' which had made her start blushing. Tigra moaned feeling the tongue licking over her privates tiara starting to lick what stomach walls she could reach with her sandpaper like cat tongue Tia giggled muffled, gently licking with a happy grin. Soon Tia swallowed hard, slowly slurping down Tiara's legs her belly slowly distending to accept her meal while Tiara filling into her tight tummy. Tia grinning still takes a moment to close her mouth around Tiara's feet and swallows them, Tiara now fully engulfed by her stomach. Tia letting out a healthy belch. "Oh, excuse me..." She then smiles rubbing over her rounded belly before looking to Naomi. "Ok, your turn now." Naomimi nodded and walked over to her, "I'm ready Mistress," She said. "Yes, I'm ready to come out now." Zephyrus said upwards. He wondered how well she was hearing him from the pit of her tummy... Asian made a face and coughed. A few seconds later, she spat the little Nehru into her hand and set him on the table. "Here." she said, offering him the towel. Everything went so quickly for Zephyrus that he had no idea what was happening until he was spat into Asian's hand. "Thank you for hiding me, and for the towel." He said as he politely took the towel and began to dry himself off. Once dry, he removed his backpack and pulled out the silver quarter. "I don't think this will cover the bill, but it's all I have. It's Manual's favorite flipping coin." He explained as he held the coin out for Asian to see... Name: Kaiser: Male Species: Angel Status: Prey and Predator. Only a predator if he is harmed or being attacked Preferences: Soft more only, no digestion. Sokai looked at the café and raised his eyebrow. "So this is the famous café I have heard so much about... Well might as well check in and see what they have to offer." the Angel smiled as he opened the doors and walked in quietly. Tigra purred as she curled up in ties belly "it's going to get pretty tight in here with Naomi on her way....."(demon king you might end up having to wait for a bit since the three maids that are active are occupied at the moment) (I don't mind it's worth the wait XD Or unless someone makes another maid?) Asian looked at the coin. "Is. Sanual...that guy who just came in? The one who requested me?" she asked. She shook her head. "I don't want that. It's on the house." she said, her eyes wide. That dude had creeped her out. Tia smiled softly, seeming to feel more confident with Tiara curled up in her round tummy. "The tighter my tummy, the better." She then gently took hold of Naomi by the shoulders and softly kissed her. Holding the kiss she then lets her muzzle part, her warm tongue gently sliding out to curl around Naomi's chin softly, Tia's hand now at the back of Naomi's head gently pushed, Tia's maw spreading to except her head. Tia gulps and like with Tiara her throat expands firm rippling muscles pulling Naomi's head inside, Tia MMS, beginning to lick over her 'second helping' one hand tenderly rubbing her distended belly. Sakai looked around, and he was very impressed with the place. "Wooooooow, It's so big inside!" Naomi closed her eyes relaxing as she was being swallowed by Tia purring. Sakai relaxed back, waiting to be served in the café by the maids. "Hamm.... I wonder what they do here? Food? Water?" Tia MMS softly, licking warmly over her meal, her next firm swallow having Naomi's shoulders and chest in her gullet, tongue now licking over Naomi's belly. Zephyrus' ears drooped in disappointment, for he had wanted to get rid of the coin before Manual discovered him with it. "I understand." He said and slipped the coin back into his backpack. "Well, thanks again for hiding me." Naomimi giggled at the belly licking wiggling her legs to help with the swallowing. Sakai flipped a coin up and down until he was served by a maid. Asian nodded. "Good luck. And I'd just toss the thing before he finds you." she said. Tia MMS softly, swallowing warmly, Naomi's head gently entering her belly. Tigra blinks and grins seeing Naomi head enter Tia's belly with her "Good idea, miss." Zephyrus said as he hopped down onto the chair and then slid down the leg of the chair to the floor. "Again I thank you..." He said and bolted for the door... "Good luck!" she called out the door. She cleaned up the table and went to the little stand, looking for the next customer. She spotted Sakai, but instead of going straight to him, she went to the maid's room and changed from her steampunk outfit to a Japanese priestess outfit, having become bored with the steampunk one. Furthermore, she still kept her gun though, being the source of her magic abilities. Sakai didn't notice the maid that went past him as he was flicking his halo up and down. "Man this café.....nice decorations." The angel complimented looking at the ceiling as he flicked his halo. ((Once again, I'll toss my red boy Chris in if anyone wants to play with him. I'll even toss my other red boy, Nick in. But...he is kind of big....he'd be in a special room. : P))Asian grabbed a menu and headed toward the angel. She presented the menu to him and said "Hello there! How can I help you, master?" Sakai got back up onto his feet and smiled. "Hi, I'm new here to this café, may I ask what is this place about?" Sakai asked her politely with a bow. She pointed to the menu's description section. "This is a maid café that specializes in more!" she said, summarizing it. "We can eat you, or you can eat us! In what ever manner you'd like. Don't worry about digestion, we have special reforming chambers." She tapped her little profile section. "I am a maid who specializes in being a shrunken prey. I don't digest naturally for the people who like squirmy prey for a long time. I can take a potion if you would like to digest me though. Furthermore, I can be a red if you'd like." she said, "Also, my favorite thing is being eaten with food." She winked at him, wondering what he'd choose. Sakai smirked at her, he liked the maid with her enthusiasm. "I think you can be the predator, no digestion pleases I need to stay alive and research." Sakai told her with a pen a paper out. "Obvious reasons for inside the body to help ti h cures and all." Asian nodded. "Ok, master. Same size or micro? And plain or with something? This is for your pleasure, sir." she said, jotting down on her own notebook. "Down on the ground! Down on the ground! This is a shtick up!" came the booming voice of a drunkard who stumbled into the café. His legs wobbled underneath him as he wavered and teetered towards the bar table holding his fingers up like pistols. "¡Books ǝɯ ǝʞɐɯ ʇ, uop" Sakai turned around and saw the drunkard. "Actually It can wait, you think you can eat him first?" Sakai asked the maid to get rid of the problem. Asian paled. "Er.... He is drunk. He doesn't have his wits about him and as a result we could get sued if I surprised him." she said, "Oh. I wish we had security." She looked around for Tiara, but saw a customer who was extra round and guessed that's where she was. "Oh, I don't know what to do!" she said. Sakai smiled and gently put a friendly hand on her shoulder. "Hey, hey relax...let me take care of this then." Sakai asked her as he looked at the drunken. Asian smiled back, wondering if he was just going to shoo the drunk dude out the door. "Now my friend I believe that you are in the wrong café, so come on let's get you some fresh air." Sakai gently said helping the drunken person out of the door slowly without being rude. Asian let out a sigh of relief. It was going ok and no one was getting in trouble. She smiled and pulled up her notepad again, ready to take down his preferences. Sakai gently and quietly closed the door and returned to the maid. "I am truly sorry about that." Sakai apologized with a polite kiss to her hand. "Anyway where was I?" Asian blushed and stammered out "Er.... S-Same size or micro? And did you want to be eaten with something? You can choose what ever you'd like, m-master." She held her notebook up, her hand trembling slightly with embarrassment. Sakai smirked he loved making people blush with embarrassment. "Ah I remember same size, and since I'm nice it will be with food....you favorite." Sakai gave her a wink and blow kiss to her cheek. Asian's face flushed again. "Ok, s-sir! I'll be right back." she said and hurried off to the kitchen. Once there, she began rummaging around for one of her favorite snacks. She came back with it behind her back and said "Er....actually, I don't know if I can do same size. I've never done it before, so it might be unpleasant for you. Though I did bring something I think would help." She pulled the bottle of chocolate syrup from behind her back and giggled. "OOO what did you bring to help?" Soap asked her raised his left eyebrow up and down. She popped the top of the bottle open and squirted some chocolate on her finger. She giggled and poked his cheek, leaving a chocolate fingerprint on it. Sakai looked and smelled chocolate. "Chocolate eh? Always new you were that kind of person." Sakai teased her as he gently holds her hand. "So which room do we go to my lady?" The angel asked her with another kiss to her hand. "Oh, we don't have private rooms, just reformation chambers." she said, making a face, "So we just do it right here." She pointed to Tia and her occupants. "Louis." Sakai said with a smile. "Well then let's get on with it..." Sakai said as he took of his great coat showing his half naked, muscly body and was about to take off his trousers. Asian blushed and rolled her eye up, not looking as he undressed.((Does he have wings?)) (Yes XD big, big, BIIIIIIIIIIIIG angel wings.)" Am... Am I supposed to be undressed?" He asked with a confused look. Asian still looked up. "If you want!" she said, preparing to squirt him with chocolate when he decided to undress or not. "Hamm... I might as well keep my pants on." Sakai said, taking off his trousers, socks and shoes. "Ok squirt me... I dare you." Sakai gave her a wink. Asian pointed the bottle at his chest and squirted it at him. The chocolate started running down his stomach, leaving little chocolate trails. She jumped onto a chair and squirted more chocolate onto his head and wings, making sure to coat the feathers, since they would probably be hard to get down. Tia MMS still, giggling muffled another slurping gulp has Naomi's shoulders and chest in her swelling tummy, she then tenderly begins slurping down Naomi's legs. Sakai felt the chocolate all over him, he made sure to get the wings fully covered in chocolate. After a few moments, the bottle started to sputter and make gasping noises. Asian set the now empty bottle down and looked at her work. He was covered in chocolate from head to feet. She giggled at him and the chocolate dripping down everywhere. "Yes, yes giggle all you want..." Sakai said as he got closer to her, he was now face to face, his chocolate covered hand gently stroked her chin. "So...are you going to eat me or what? You beautiful maid"(Ain't I a player XD) ((: P))Asian squeaked as he touched her. She backed away, saying "Ah! S-Sir, you'll get chocolate on my kimono top!" She giggled as she wiped the chocolate off her chin and licked her hand. "One moment. I don't want to ruin the top." she said, pulling the kimono top off, revealing that she had wrapped her torso in white cloth. (What I like this maid XD)"Ah my apology..." Sakai said as he gave a gentle bow. Asian giggled and pulled a few of the strips up, making sure it wouldn't fall down. "Oh! That won't do." she said, more to herself, and started unwinding the cloth around her stomach. When she was done, she basically had a bra made out of the cloth, while her stomach was free. "It would have torn!" she said with a smile, "Are you ready, master?" "I am ready...my love." Sakai said as he opened his arms, ready as ever. "Feet or head first?" she asked, about to sit or jump on the table. "Feet first, oh and will I die from this?" Sakai asked her, walking towards the table. "Nope. Unless you want to. Then you'll be transported to the reformation chambers. But I can't digest naturally. So you'll be there until you want out." she said, then patted the table, indicating that she wanted him to sit on it. She sat on a chair, so she'd be slightly lower for easier eating. "Good because I don't want to die thank you." Sakai sighed in relief. He got onto the table and smiled at her. "I wonder what's It's like to stay in there." Sakai asked her pointing at her stomach. Asian chuckled. "Not that exciting." she said and grabbed his feet. She smiled and licked one of his chocolate covered toes. She closed her eyes, marveling how the angel and the chocolate went well together. Furthermore, she smiled at him and stuffed both his feet into her mouth at once. "Doesn't matter, I want to stay in there..." Sakai smiled back as he let her do all the work. Naomimi giggled as she was swallowed down soon to meet Tiara. Asian's brow scrunched up as she started to swallow him. She was doing it, but it was a tight fit. In a minute she was up to his Chocolatey knees. Sakai did nothing but laid back and relax. "You know....your really beautiful you know." Sakai began to flirt with her while she was eating him. Asian's face scrunched up around his legs. She had started to get embarrassed from his comment, and nearly started choking! Her automatic reflex was to cough his legs up, but she managed to turn it into a swallow, reaching his mid-thighs. "Oh one more thing, when you swallow me whole, make sure to swallow my notebook and pen please." Sakai asked her yawning as he was getting bit tired. Asian paused and pulled up her own notepad. She scribbled on it and held it up for him to see. It said "Grab it really quick! Just hold it or stuff it in your pocket! >.(I sense the two shall be a couple O.o XD) Tia giggles, still rubbing her engorged tummy. "Very much..." She Mrs a little feeling their movement, her tummy gently begins to churn around them. Naomi was churned around with Tigra just waited for when they were both digested and reformed Soon enough, Tia's belly had begun digesting the two of them while she was in pure bliss, having never known before that swallowing someone let alone two someone's could feel so good. Her stomachs enzymes begin to make a tingling sensation on their bodies, Tia belching softly which depleted a good bit of their air. ((Asian already has 2 boys she likes in her backstory. : P This is just her job! X3))Asian blushed and began working her way up his body. Soon, after about 3 minutes, she was up to his neck already. Her stomach was sticking way out in front of her, filled with the angel. She smiled around him and started swallowing, taking his head in. (damnation! XD)Sakai looked around seeing the throat from the inside, suddenly taking notes. ((She likes either my own character Chris, despite his jerkiness, or she likes someone else's character, who I've been racing with for a while. I haven't decided.)) She let out a big gasp as he finally started going down on his own. She smiled and hugged her huge belly to her. His wings made it larger than had she swallowed a regular guy. She waited as she felt him still moving down her throat and into her stomach. Sakai decided to help her, wiggling his way to the stomach, and then gently landing with a tiny thud. Asian giggled as he fell all the way in. She poked where she thought his head would be. "Bit cramped, eh?" she asked. "EEE just bit, but I'm ok." Sakai replied as it thought it would be fun by giving her a gentle kick and a poke from the inside. Asian giggled, then started to laugh as he poked her. Her abs contracted as she laughed, restricting his space. "Ah, don't poke too much! It tickles!" she said between laughs. "AAAAA so your ticklish...." Sakai grinned taking notes upon notes, about the stomach. "Now I have the power!" He joked and teased her, gently kicking more and poking. ((Would you mind if I joined? If you don't like me or my character then just tell me to get out.)) Name: Jonathan Arctic Sex: Male Species: Author polar bear Status: Predator Preferences: Open to most things except hard more and scat, things like that. Appearance: A rather usual looking anthropomorphic polar bear covered in white fur. He is quite a big guy though, standing at around 8 feet tall and weighing almost 700 lbs. Most of that weight is actually fat but plenty of it is muscle as well. The bear wears a dark gray buttoned shirt that mostly manages to cover up his gut and his muscular, thick arms. On his legs he wears a pair of old looking jeans that look like they were custom made for him. He seems to be quite friendly but rather shy at times. The polar bear slowly approached the entrance of the café, wondering if he should go inside. He had heard some good things about the place though, and he wondered if it would be any good. The male opened the door and walked inside, looking curious. ((That's fine. Everyone is tied up at the moment, so your Charlie will have to wait for someone to become available!)) She wrapped her arms around her huge tummy, hoping to get him to stop tickling her. "Don't you have some important medical work to get to?" she asked between breaths. Sakai pouted and sighed. "Alright then...party pooper..." The Angel said with one more kick as he starts taking notes. Asian rolled her eyes and sat back, wondering what he was studying inside of her stomach. She idly licked the chocolate off her fingers as she waited. Sakai most of least taken 10 pages of notes and stopped. "Armand done...now I can stay here." Sakai said with a smirk. Asian poked his head. "Hm. For how long?" she asked, spying another customer. She looked up, hoping the other two maids were done. Tigra walked out fromt he's reforming chambers area having forcibly reformed herself in a new body and leaving her old one in Tia's belly as she walks over to Tia "do you want your bill master?" Tia blinked, a little confused at Tiara's appearance but smirks softly as her belly had begun reducing her meals and smiles lightly, wondering what it may be like to be on the 'giving' end of a meal simply says. "Not necessary, think I'd like to know what it's like to be in someone now." "A long time and stop poking me it hurts." Sakai answered, gently kicking her belly from the inside. "Well mistress I must admit I'm not as flexible on the inside as you are... I will serve you again once your belly has gotten a bit smaller..." she gently rubs ties belly Tia MMS gently at the rubs, belly gurgling in response to them. Tia softly hugs Tiara for a moment. "Oh well, you may not have long to wait." It was true, her tummy was shrinking a little under half its original swollen size. Asian rolled her eyes. What happened to his charming personality? She slid her shirt back on, leaving it open to accommodate for her stomach. She wasn't used to having such a large prey in her! Furthermore, she wondered if she could even walk, let alone stand! Name: Two Sex: Male Species: Robot Status: Crossdressing Predatory Maid Preferences: Oral or anal more, digestion, posture scat liked but not required. Maid costume: A yellow metal french maid outfit. It's hard to tell if it's actually worn or part of his body. He can release a USB tail from the back to interface with electronics. Name: John sex: male Species: anima(human with crow wings)Status : customer preferences: shrinking, more, anal, full body travel (as in I don't get digested I go through the body and get pissed / pooped out), I don't need to full body travel but its preferred). Sentient life No robots plants or stuff like that. I walk into the Café and wait to be seated(my character has no idea that this is not a normal café) ((This thread kind of died.)) ((I'm trying to revive it))

The Maid cafe (OPEN TO ALL! People wanted_needed!)|rating:3.0

Friends and Foes

Just like my other threads, stick yourself in where you see fit! PM me if you want to join, please. I'll try to keep up on this one. :P -ESA contented purr rumbled deep within his chest as he lay in the sun. Warmth made him so happy... much like a cat, which made him laugh at the strangeness of it. Sure, he was a cat. If you wanted to call him that, go on ahead. Cat, human - both. Ran had just finished his meal, as was typical this time of afternoon: fresh meat from the corpse of a recently hunted deer. Licking his lips happily, the young man (if you could call him that) renewed his joyful purring with more vigor. His mud-brown tail and large ears twitched sometimes as he listened to the world around him, his claws flexed as he stretched his hands and feet. Life couldn't get any better than this, he thought. Little did Ran know that the traders were coming his way. By morning the cat was captured, his den destroyed, his life changed. Ran had been taken by slave traders, their treacherous pack stealing him away from his world. The fangs he bore at whoever came near sent people scurrying on, not wanting something quite so feral. Slave, hah! Doom on anyone who took such a wild creature into their home. He was a wild cat, rebellious and meant to be outdoors. With his brown ears flat against his fluffy hair, Ran lay in the back of the cold cage he was kept in. He wouldn't be taken by anyone. In the end, if they couldn't find an 'owner', they would kill him. They would kill him so they didn't have to use their 'hard-earned' money feeding a feral beast. Ran smiled slightly, his dirty face forming more of a hissing grimace. Death was better than imprisonment. It was one hour before dusk and when Miku (female) realized something was wrong. She could hear rustle in the back her heart quicken."it can't be" she thought her father as long since past why are they here?before she could lock up she felt herself being attacked by four men. The next thing she knew she was in some sorta cell and heard a low growling. Holly, an 16-year-old witch, skipped into the slave traders place. She smiled at the men who ran it and skipped past. Her family was rich, and today she got to pick her own slaves. Holly smiled nothing could ruin this day for her. She was going to get two slaves, and they would be her best friends forever and ever. "God I sound like a little girl" She whispered to herself. Holly saw the first cage with a girl in it. The one next to the girls was a boy who didn't look very happy. "Hi you two!" Holly said brightly. "You get to come home with me!" She said grazing the nearest hard to unlock the doors. A girl skipped down the hall and smiled at me. oh, no I thought. Come with her? For what? I backed away from the guard when he came to my cage. "What do you want?" I said scared. And backed as far as possible into the farthest corner of the cage. Ran snarled as the teen approached the cage. For hours, he had to endure being stuck within the metal bars with some random girl, and now he was still being poked at like a prize piece of meat. He swiped his claws at the guard as the large man tried to unlock the cage door. Ran was not happy. Not happy at all. Unfortunately, the cat was snagged by the strong guard's hands and tied harshly. The next thing he knew he was lying in the middle of some teen's room.((Hey all! Thanks for joining. Just to let you know, Ran is a sparky little cat. Beware his claws and strange habits.)) After the cat gets dragged off I'm next...the guard reaches for me, I fight back but its no use. I get dragged into some girls room where I see that oh so friends cat again.darn.what the heck am I doing here!? Ran brought himself up into a low crouch, his brown ears flat against his head. With a hiss, he surveyed the surrounding room. Seeing no immediate threats, he turned his slotted yellow eyes to the girl that had been brought in with him. He bore his sharp teeth at her, crouching even lower. He didn't like people. Never did, and never would. In fact, he had never really been around others before. Ran lived alone out in a den on the plains. Just the way he liked it - simple. Hunt, eat, sleep... he didn't have to worry about anyone else but himself. Never worrying about the next day, but always preparing for the unexpected. The cat shook his head, pulling himself away from thoughts of his lost home. His multi-layered fluffy brown hair fluffed up even more, much like a cats when they're agitated. Ran did NOT like his current situation. That cat looks pissed. I thought to myself has he growled at me, I backed away into a corner. I had done nothing to him, and yet he threatens me with his teeth and claws.... I wish I was home. My garden needs to be tended to...my dishes need washing. There are things that need to be done and here I am in this pitiful looking room! I am not happy no more than that little cat over there. Holly walked into her large lime green, one of her 5 rooms, and over to the cat boy. "WWW! How cute are you!" Holly smiled at him. Either of them seemed not to be enjoying it here. "Well I think you two are perfect!" Holly was so excited about getting her very own slaves. She wouldn't ever have to lift a finger again. "You know I'm a witch right?" She said to the girl. She figured it would be more of a shock to her then to the cat boy. "Well I'm a witch and my names Holly." She bowed the traditional way any witch did when they meet anyone. She quickly stood up and pulled down the back of her short play skirt. "What's yours?" She asks them both. The cat flicked his brown ear and hissed at the girl. Cute? Perfect? What was she saying? Ran didn't intend to stay in this house as a 'domestic' animal his whole life! He paused his feral growls and hisses to lick a hand and run it over an ear. A nervous habit, and it went by unnoticed by Ran himself." Rayn," he muttered when the teen asked his name. His voice was like gravel, torn and rough. He never spoke - it was a waste of breath. He could understand language, but rarely used it himself. After all, when you're alone, why bother speaking? The cat then began purposefully ignoring the two young women next to him, and went about licking various scratches that he'd received from his captors. His pink tongue flickered about like lightning, and his yellow eyes narrowed as he concentrated on cleaning his shallow wounds. He kept his gaze on the others, but pretended to ignore them completely. A witch? She has got to be messing with me... I look at the cat who talks...i start to twirl my hair and look down "Sam" I say and turn away. This is a nightmare and soon ill wake up and ill be home again and dad will be alive. Ran rolled his eyes and resumed stroking his tongue across his shoulder. Listening, the boy tilted one of his ears and followed the girls' movements with his cat-like eyes.((He, just to let everyone know... I'm going to start referring to Ran as a 'Path', which is basically a human/cat hybrid. More human than cat, has a tail and ears, fangs and claws, and a well-toned body, Ran is one of those people.)) [[Ooh sounds hot lol do u plan on him falling in love later on??]] He is staring at me with those.weird eyes..."is there something you need sir?" and I glared back at him all the while this little girl is standing there for what reason i don't have a clue. Ran tilted his head slightly, continuing to stroke his rough tongue over his right shoulder. He didn't reply to the other slave, but twitched his long tail as though annoyed. It was his ears and tail that showed such emotions, as well as the way his licking paused momentarily.((Haha, love? I don't know.... he's a Path... so perhaps. They're very territorial, and very much like lions of the plains. Ran, in love? Hah! We'll see? ^_-)) [[ok just thought I'd ask >.he ignored me. I am not surprised...I cannot believe it. Me a grown woman is a slave to this.girl annoyed I walk away and sit down and start twirling my long reddish/brown hair and I sigh...thinking.wondering. Holly looked at the two of them "Ran and Sam." She said quietly. "She watched the cat cleaning out his cuts. "EE WWW! You could just ask I could clean them faster....and it doesn't involve licking." Holly whispered in discuss as she snapped her fingers. All the cuts on the cat were healing themselves from her spell. She smiled very proud of herself. "There you go." The Path snorted through his nose, blinking in confusion as his scrapes disappeared. What? Rayn grunted in discontentment and shifted so he was sitting cross legged on the floor. Glancing around the room, he glared at the teenage witch. He hated it here, and this girl was going to be making insomuch worse. "Why don't you like me?" Holly asked Ran. "Did I do something wrong?" Holly was getting upset. She didn't want to be a mean mistress. She looked over at Sam. "Do you think I'm mean?" Holly asked trying to keep the sadness out of her voice. I didn't unwiser I was afraid she would lock me up ha. a little girl locking me up??? I have seen stranger things I suppose so Instead of answering I looked away. "Oh, I........... I didn't mean it!" Holly cried. She had been mean! Holly hated herself for being mean. " I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be mean" Holly sat down on the floor away from the slaves she didn't want them to have a bad life. Holly started to cry. "What can I do to make your lives here better?" She asked between sobs. Ran's ears flattened against his fluffy hair, his face falling into a frown. She sounds so sad... Annoyance coated his dirty face, his yellow eyes sparking. After listening to Holly's sniffles for a few minutes, Ran snorted a slight sigh. The Path shifted his spot on the floor and crawled over to his new "owner". An anxious purr sounded deep in his chest as he licked her shoulder once. This child doesn't deserve to feel sad because of people like me. The young man curled up beside the girl as she sat on the floor, his tongue stroking against her shoulder. For the Path, it was a sign of comfort. Ran forced his purr to continue as he licked Holly, his tongue rough and dry. He could ignore his ragged leather pants and vest, his tattered ears and dirty face. Ran could forget about being a slave, about being far from home. He just had to focus on something else, on someone else' happiness. Holly Huge Ran tightly. She was happy he liked her, at least somewhat. His sign of comfort was rather odd by Holly didn't care. "Thanks." She whispered. She slowly loosened her grip on him and looked at him. His face was dirty, and his cloths were torn, he needs a shower badly. "You can go take a shower if you'd like. I can get you something else to wear." Holly said letting go of him. A tiny hint of a smile was growing on her face. When Holly's arms wrapped around him, Ran tensed up, his brown tail lashing back and forth. He cast a glance back at Sam, his eyes screaming "Help me!" Though he looked thoroughly annoyed, Ran was glad Holly had stopped crying. The cat listened to her speak, his ears turning to her as he paid attention. Every move the Path made was quick, signalling his discomfort as the teen spoke of a "shower". Water is not a good thing, he thought, narrowing his eyes. And I like my clothes. Dirt never bothered him, and it seemed silly that it should. After living outside for his entire life, Ran thought it was ridiculous to get all paranoid about being messy. Hah, you should see me after I hunt! To a human, Ran looked like a dirty mess. To another Path, he almost seemed clean. But all in all, the young cat was scruffy and messy, covered in dust and scratches. Perhaps a shower and a fresh set of clothing would be a good idea. Rayn licked his dry lips, watching Holly as a smile made its way onto her face. "You look thirsty, have you eaten lately?" Holly asked still smiling. She was starting to think that maybe Ran was starting to like her. They could become friends. Sam on the other hand looked like she never wanted to see holly again. "Let's go get something to eat. Sam can stay her." Holly said standing up and snapping her fingers so Sam couldn't get out of the room without her. The Path cast an unsure glance in Sam's direction. What if she is hungry as well? Rayn shrugged his bare shoulders, standing to follow his "owner". Food sounded wonderful, and as he thought about it, his stomach growled loudly. His large brown ears twitched forward, eagerness filling his slotted yellow eyes. Oh, yeah, I'm hungry. He licked his lips enthusiastically, another short purr rumbling inside of him. With a couple of long steps, Ran stood beside Holly, looking down at her and placing his rough hand on the door's surface. They left me in this room.alone and hungry ran seemed almost...sorry for me.ha. he doesn't care about anyone but himself so why should I care? I stand up and see that there is a window. I look around to make sure no one was outside the door and I go to the window. I look down and there was nothing...just clouds." oh my god" I said out loud.... I was so not going to climb out this window.there must be a secret passage way somewhere I begin to look for it tearing up her room. Holly brought Ran downstairs. She got the kitchen slave to get them dinner. "I hope you like chicken and pasta." She said pouring him a glass of water and showing him the table. Holly sat down across from him as the slave came back and placed plates in front of both of them. She bowed and left the room. Ran sniffed the air in front of him as the plate was set on the table. His stomach growled loudly as he licked his lips and stared at the food. Within five seconds of the meal being set in front of him, the Path dug into it hungrily. He hadn't eaten since he'd been captured, and even though this food was foreign to him, Ran was far too famished to care. The cat messily scarfed his food down, licking his lips when the food was gone. Plate completely licked clean, face wiped and slurped into a somewhat normal state, Ran stared at Holly. She had her fork raised halfway to her mouth, suspended in midair, her first bite not yet taken. A mischievous look in his yellow eyes, Ran licked his lips again, continuing to stare at his owner. Holly smiled at him and took the chicken from her plate and placing it on his. She wasn't that hungry. Holly took small bites of her pasta and stopped eating. She put her fork down and took Rays unused one holding back a laugh. Waiting for him to be done to take the food left back up to Sam. I kept searching for a secret passage, and before I knew it her entire room was torn apart "It's gotta be here somewhere!!" I say out loud angry that I cannot find it. A loud purr escaped his lips as he happily stared at the chicken. It, too, was gone in a flash. After Ran finished, he stared back at Holly, content. He awaited her next move, his brown tail slowly twitching back and forth behind his chair. This girl isn't so bad. . . After all, she's a little thing. How bad could this be? Holly stood up and started walking back to her room. She knew that Ran would follow so she didn't bother to look back. With the food for Sam balanced in one hand she unlocked her door and opened it. "WHAT HAPPENED!" Holly screamed stopping dead in the doorway. She put Sam's food down on the dresser brushing the cloths to the floor. Holly saw Sam digging through her room. "STOP IT!" Holly screamed. She used her magic and mad Sam freeze. "Pick all this up or you don't get you supper." She said annoyed. Ran glanced over Holly's shoulder at the destroyed room. A smile tugged at the edges of his lips. Ducking under his owner's arm, he brushed against her (much like a cat) and headed into the middle of the green room. Better get started if she's going to be eating any time in the next hour. Glancing over at Sam, the Path picked up the large blanket that was previously on the bed. I'll help out, he thought. It makes everyone happier if I do. When he passed close to Sam, he stopped and stared at her. After a few seconds of pointless staring, he stepped forward and quickly licked her on the cheek. It was a sign of encouragement to his race. "Ran, you didn't make the mess. You don't have to clean." Holly said snapping her fingers to unfreeze Sam. She smiles and whispered a spell that no one could hear. A moment or two later the room was spotless. The clothes had folded themselves and put themselves away the bed was remade and the furniture was back to where it should be. "There we go all clean. Sam you should eat now before I change my mind." I take the food without thanks...he licked my cheek? What in the world for? I began eating, and it was amazing being able to eat again! I scarfed down the food as if I was a starving bum on the streets. Furthermore, I mumbled "Thanks" figuring she would be able to hear me because she IS a witch after all. Holly didn't smile at the girls, thanks. She just watched her eat. Holly was mad that she was being such an ungrateful person. Does she not realize how much worse this could be? "Ran can you go get me a glass of water?" She asked kindly moving to sit on her bed. I glared at the witch why would I be happy I am stuck here to make things easier I smiled and said "Thanks" again" This is perfect" I said and I wasn't lying this food was amazing. The catch went to do her a favor.bah he is just sucking up to her. "Are you always going to be miserable?!" Holly asked after Ran had left the room. She didn't get slaves to make there lives and worse than they were. "I'm trying my best here, and you just ignore it!" She started to yell. "I can't stand people who don't get when someone is trying to help them." Holly screamed. Water. . . Water. . . He finally found a glass and filled it in the sink. The Path thought it was strange that you'd use a container to drink water. Ran stopped outside the door with the glass in his hand, his brown ears flicking toward the loud voices. They were arguing? No, it was just Holly yelling. . . At Sam. Opening the door, he knelt down and placed the cup on the floor beside Holly. Looking at Sam, his yellow eyes grew large and doe-like, pleading. Please be civil. He slowly moved forward, still kneeling, and let his large ears flutter down and rest against his fluffy hair. A slight purr escaped his parted lips, and his chest rumbled pleadingly. "Thank you ran." She said calmly looking at him. She picked up the glass of water and took a sip. As she did, she glared at Sam. Waiting for some kind of response. " How can I be grateful!?' I yelled back1!!! " You took me from my home!" I say and start sobbing angry tears I didn't notice Rays pleading eyes..." I mean here I am stuck in this hellhole and I should GE grateful? How the hell are you helping by taking me away from MY HOME?" I say, and I sit in a corner.pissed. A slight mew slipped between Ran's lips as he lowered his large ears. He hated it when someone was so unhappy. . . . Glancing up at Holly, he crawled over to Sam's corner and sat behind her. In a Catlike fashion, he licked her shoulder, leaning against the girl. Using his rough tongue, he stroked her shoulder again repeatedly. Could it possibly be that bad here? Even I am far from home, but so far there's nothing too horrible about this. . . . Another deep purr rumbled in his chest as he wrapped his arms around Sam, trying to get her to stop crying. Once again he glanced back at Holly, his slotted yellow eyes calm and staring. These two have to get along in order to make things better, he thought. He snorted gently and turned to bury his face into Sam's hair, nuzzling her as a cat would. I sniffle.and whisper "sorry" to ran I hated it so much being taken from my home it wasn't right! I had a life a job a home to take care of... I would pull him into my arms but since he is half human that would be bit award so instead I lean on him and cry into his shoulder. Ran purred even louder, wrapping his toned arms around the crying girl. He still kept his eyes on Holly, but concentrated on making Sam feel better. He licked her cheek, and pulled her to him. Resting his chin on top of her head, he continued purring. I curled up into his strong warm eyes and I apologized to holly..." I'm tires." I say and sigh I close my eyes right there on him, i didn't care I hoped that when I awoke this nightmare would be over. Holly didn't say anything to Sam. Once she was asleep holly walked over and picked her up out of Rays arms. She pulled the blanket down on the bed and put Sam under the. She smiled a little at Sam then turned back to Ran forcing herself not to cry. "I can...." She took a deep breath to keep her voice from cracking. "I didn't take you from your homes I saved you from going to worse ones." Holly ended up saying in a whisper. "Your rooms this way." She said a bit louder. As she walked out the door she put the same spell on the room, so the girl couldn't run away when she woke up. Holly waited for Ran to come out of the room before quietly shouting the door. Ran purred lightly until Holly took Sam out of his lap. He rolled his shoulders and stretched, yawning. After Sam was situated, he stepped over and licked Holly's cheek. Thank you, he seemed to say. He didn't completely know what was going on with all the "slave" and "home" business, but he knew that this girl didn't have bad intentions. He followed her quietly out of the room, perking his ears when she mentioned his own sleeping area. Sleep sounded pretty good at the moment. Holly walked down the hall into a room that looked like the other one but in navy blue. It had an attached bathroom and a closet full of boys clothes. Sam's bedroom had also been full of cloths for her to be able to wear and had an attached bathroom. "See you in the morning." She said to Ran. Her own room wasn't on this floor it was three times the size with a huge bathroom just below Sam and Ryan. Her closet itself took up about rays whole room. Furthermore, her bathroom was large with a huge tub and her bed was king-sized not twin. Although Rays and same rooms were very nice they could never be compared to hers. She smiled thinking about how nice it would be to curl up in her bed and sleep. Holly hurried Ran into his room putting the same spell on his as she had on same. She didn't think she had to worry about Ran running away, but you never could be sure. It's like having a ginormous den, Ran thought as he inspected every corner of the room. His nose twitched as he sniffed around, his tail and ears twitching in delight. He eventually found the clothes, looking into the closet with amazement. They have so many! These people are so strange. Cath wore the minimum amount of clothing, and even then, not very much. They never kept more than what they wore, but made new clothing only when they needed it. The bathroom was an unusual event. After inspecting all the different drawers, Ran checked out the sink, tub, and anything else that had running water. He had never seen such things! Luckily, Cat hare smarter than the average cat, and he was able to figure out how to work it all. It just took time and a lot of spilled water. When Ran finally emerged from the bathroom, he shook the water from his furry ears and tail. Moving to curl up on the bed, he licked as much water as he could off of his shoulders and arms before settling down. A loud yawn broke free, and Ran tightened into a ball as he fell asleep. Oh, yes. I can definitely get used to this. Holly had walked into her bedroom half asleep. She went right to her bed and fell fast asleep in her clothes. Holly slept that night for the first time in ages. When she awoke the sun was shining into the windows of her room. She was in a cheerful mood that was getting better by the second. Holly stood up and pulled off her shoes she had been wearing. Quickly she pulled off her clothes and walked into her closet. She walked out in a bright green sun dress and green flip-flops. Her hair had been combed and pulled up in a bun. Holly skipped out of her room saying good morning and hugging the slave in the kitchen. The kitchen slave was the closest thing she ever had to a mother. Quickly she skipped down the hall and opened rays door. "Wakey Sunshine!" She said brightly standing in the doorway to his room. She noticed it was dark in his room because the windows were still covered by shutters outside. While she waited for him to wake up she opened the window and pushed out the shutters letting the sunlight stream in. The Path groggily raised his head, slowly uncurling from the ball he had been sleeping in. Huh?? He glanced at Holly, his eyes half closed. His brown hair stood every which way, his ears tweaked at different angles. Yawning, he stretched his muscular arms above his head and burrowed his head into the blankets. I'm awake, I'm awake! Rayn thought. The one ear that stuck out of the covers twitched when she opened the shutters to let the light in. Holly turned smiling away from the window and walked over to Ran's bed. She reached down and pulled off the covers. "GOOOOOOODDDDD MMMMMOOOORRRNNNIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGG RAN!" She said loudly like someone would on the morning news. She started laughing. "Oh well you do realize its afternoon I hope." She said sitting down on the edge of his bed waiting for him to get up and start functioning. I was still locked in this room, alone. Its nearly 1pm and I have been sitting in here bored and hungry.have I been forgotten already? "Sighes" this is so lame being stuck in here...alone!ugh I get up and begin to brush my hair and put on some makeup, I put on a purple frilly dress and look in the mirror "wow" I say with a smile, I looked good. Ran growled softly, groaning. I don't want to get up, he thought. The Path wiggled around to glare gently up at Holly, sighing. He yawned again, snapping his sharp teeth together audibly. Slowly inching over, Ran shoved his head into her lap, purring. Food sounds absolutely wonderful. His purr intensified as the thought of food flickered through his head. "We're going to go get Sam then we'll get lunch." Holly smiled at Ran. She wondered if petting him on the head would be weird or not. He looked like a giant cat so shouldn't she be able to pet him? Carefully Holly slid a pillow under his head and go up. "You can get ready and meet me at Sam's room." She laughed and partially closed his door. Slowly she walked to the next door and knocked on it. "Sam? Are you awake in there?" Holly asked opening the locks on the door and pushing it open. Sam was wearing there wearing a purple dress and makeup looking in the mirror. "OH MY GOSH! I love that dress on you!" when I heard her freak I jumped and turned around my face turning bright red."um--er--hi" is what came out of my mouth. I was so embarrassed, I didn't know what to do or say, my stomach growled loudly and that is what broke the silence, my face burning. "Come on its lunchtime, you sound hungry." Holly laughed. She smiled and turned walking out into the hallway waiting for Sam and Ran to come. I followed Holly into the hallway, waiting for Ran. "Yes I am starving! I have been awake since dawn" "Oh.well I'll have to get you a cell phone then" Holly said turning and walking she stuck her head into rays room. "Come on down to the kitchen when you're ready." She said slowing her speed and walking next to Sam. "Next time you can call me when you wake up." In the kitchen a breakfast buffet was set up on the table. There were omelets eggs pancakes, French toast...{anything you want} sitting there. "Help yourself." " Holy crap" I stared at the food, and began feasting it was soon good to eat. I ate and ate until I could not eat anymore."mmm this is wonderful" I say with a mouth full of food." a cell phone.would be great" I say in between mouth fulls of food. Ran grumbled and slid out of bed, following Holly to stand outside of Sam's room. Sniffing the air, he heard his stomach growl. Looking over at the girls with narrowed yellow eyes, the Path headed further down the hallway. Unfortunately, he got lost on his way to the kitchen. It was a few minutes before he was able to find the room, and by that time, both of the women were already there. He stepped up to the table, flicking his mud-brown tail in greeting before turning his hungry gaze to the food. With his slotted pupils staring at the abundance of meat and other foodstuffs. Ran licked his lips and his ears perked up happily. Glancing over to Holly, he slowly snatched a few slices of ham off of the table and ducked beneath it. Sitting under the wooden surface, he began to purr, scarfing down the meat. Cath had no use for chairs, plates, napkins, or any other sort of normal living devices. Ran had never seen such things, for he was a wild creature. He didn't quite know how to use a fork, didn't know why people bothered with napkins. He merely munched on his slices of meat happily, his brown tail switching back and forth as it stuck out from under the table. Holly looked at the table and picked up a piece of toast and a bit into it. She took a bite and put it down. Her stomach should have been growling, but it wasn't. She bent over and looked under the table were ran was sitting eating his ham. She smiled and took some of the ham off the platter placing it on a plate and putting it down in front of him. Furthermore, she sat back up and watched Sam eat. "Yes I'll have a cell phone for you as soon as possible." Holly smiled. She was glad they both seemed to enjoy eating. From under the table Ran's purr grew even louder. Seeing the plate of ham set in front of him, he pulled it closer. This was definitely the life. No hunting, no scavenging, no worrying about what to do when it rains. . . It was like all the things he had worried about disappeared. When his meat was finished, the Path poked his head up and looked back and forth between Holly and Sam. Finally making his decision, he ducked back under the table only to reappear directly next to Sam's chair. Staring at her food, his slotted yellow eyes followed every bite she took. His brown ears perked forward hopefully, and his tail gently twitched behind him. From his spot on the floor, Ran let out a slight mew that contrasted his rough looks. Holly giggled when ran popped up next to Sam. He was watching her eat. "You do realize there is a whole table of food here. Right?" Holly asked amused. She was smiling brightly it was a good thing ran was a Path otherwise she would be very confused right now. As she waited for him to say or do something she could hear his tail swishing back and forth across the floor. He cast a bored glance at the table's wide variety of food before turning his cat-like eyes back to Sam's meal. That's no fun, he thought. Ran mewed again, resting his chin on Sam's leg with a dejected sigh. His fluffy hair was scruffy and soft, and his ears softly rested against his head. As Path, it was custom to share foodstuffs when together in a den. I wonder if it's different here? {ok the way you describe ran makes me really want to like to go and pet him! He's like a human/cat right} Quote: Originally Posted by Broadway_princessxo34 {ok the way you describe ran makes me really want to like to go and pet him! He's like a human/cat right} ((Oh yes. Furthermore, he's a tall, well-toned human with cat ears and a tail. Stick fangs and claws in here, and you've basically got him. ’D Color scheme is brown. . . Brown hair, brown fur, and yellow eyes. Cat eyes, by the way. His hair is really fluffy and has a bazillion layers, making it soft and, well, sorta goofy. What he's wearing is his pair of pants. . . And that's about it. Oh, wait! A short vest that's open in the front, too. Both are made out of worn dark leather. *laugh* He's a wild-born cat! Until just recently, he hasn't had much experience with the human side of things.)) {WWW! That's so cute! I wish they were real how cool would that be!} I giggled and slipped a piece of ham to ran, it was weird he looked totally human, yet he acted like a cat, he was so cute! And he seemed happy, so I kept feeding him here and there, I liked making him beg for his food, it was the cutest thing I have ever seen. Holly had to cover her mouth to keep from giggling to loud. Sam was feeding a giant cat with a humans body. It was so weird, yet adorable. He hadn't said anything about the food on the table which led Holly to believe he liked taking other people's food. "What do you guys want to do today?" Holly asked standing up and moving the platters of food off of the table. Ran ate his tidbits of foodstuffs with his tongue flicking out to catch them. Sometimes he would take them from Sam with his hands, but usually he would snatch the scraps with his mouth. When the Path had his fill, Ran shook his head when offered another piece. A choked mew escaped his lips and he lay down on his back, flat on the floor. It was then that Holly spoke." So what do you guys want to do today?" The Path twitched an ear, but didn't move. A single ear swirled to listen to Holly. Holly looked at Ran lying on the floor now and smiled at him. "I'm going to guess your happy right there." She giggled. Holly looked over to Sam, who was still eating, and said "Anything special you've been wanting to do?" "Me?" I asked "well.ERM..." I don't know... I thought about it for a while hmm."start a garden" is what I said and kept eating. If I didn't stop right about now I would become really fat, so I stopped eating and look over at ran.so cute! haha, he looks so full. Must be nap time for him. Holly smiled a large bright smile and looked outside. "let's go find a spot outside then, Ran you can sleep out there." She giggled looking down the hallway to the French doors. Outside of them was a mile of open land that was all hers. There had to be at least one spot she hadn't used yet. Holly opened a closet where all her gardening supplies were and pulled out the packets of seeds and put a spell on all the tools so they would follow her. "Come on we have a garden to plant." Holly walked down the hall and opened the doors heading out onto a hand made stone walk way filled with many different types of flowers. She walked down the curling path with the tools, Sam and Ran following behind her. Ran groggily stood and followed Holly and Sam, yawning widely. His slotted eyes widened as he saw the floating tools, and his hands shot after them. Batting the tools with his "paws", a small smile found its way onto the Path's lips. After growing bored with the toys that floated, the man trotted after Sam and Holly, brushing against each of them as he ran along. He ended up running far ahead of them, waiting, and then dashing off after the girls caught up. This process continued until they reached the spot that Holly mentioned. Rayn saw the rays of sun, and with a delighted purr, flopped to the ground. A happy smile lit upon his face as he watched the girls. Holly giggled almost the whole walk. After they got past where all her flowers were planted there were large open spots with green grass growing. Not a weed was in sight. Far off in the distance you could see people working out in falls. Holly smiled and dropped the seeds on the ground. "Anywhere you'd like." Holly said to Sam pulling the tools out of the air and dropping them on the ground. She turned to Ran. "You may go anywhere in sight." Holly smiled and looked back to where all the people were working. I began working on my garden that is what I was good at, that and cooking. I watched ran as he would chase and pounce on things and then just lay there as if he was about to die if he didn't sleep haha I giggled at the catch he was adorable in a handsome/cute kitty way. I wonder if he could ever act human haha nah he is to cute the way he is. Furthermore, I was getting dirty from guarding I didn't mind I liked the dirt, the feel of the soil between my fingers. It was amazing. Holly laid down on the grass next to where Sam was working. She loved the smell of the outside. It was beautiful. She sighed and closed her eyes. Such a peaceful place to be. Other than the whole place was surrounded by a glass dome and this wasn't really outside. She loved it. The dome was noticeable until you touch it. If you hit it from the outside alarms go off, if you hit it from the inside guards come and get you. It wasn't fun the first time it happened to holly. "Hey want to see something?" Holly asked same getting up quickly. Ran sprang to his feet, a slight smile on his face. He had been intently watching Sam dig and plant, enjoying himself in the warm sunlight, until Holly mentioned seeing something interesting. Licking his lips, the Path slowly strode up to stand beside the two girls. His scruffy brown hair shifted about his face as his large ears twitched forward. Ran looked excited, in a childish way." See something," he rasped, his deep voice rough and catching. It was obvious he rarely did anything but snarl, hiss, and purr. His tail twitched about behind him as the Path waited for Holly and Sam. "Sure" I say and smile at Wayne. He was very nice to have around. I followed holly around for a bit wondering what it is that she was showing us... I hope it's fascinating because I really want to get back to my garden! Furthermore, I have barley begun! Holly walked over to where the dome was and reached out to it. She wouldn't get into any trouble for touching it because she lived here and told the guards not to worry about her. Her hand moved slowly over the dome. Outside of it, in the real world it was Snowing. Holly longed to be out there she had never been in a snow storm before. It was always sunny inside her own little world. "Here this is all around us." Holly said quietly staring out of the dome into the white wonder. "I've never been out there for more than a half hour in my life. What's it like?" She asked still staring. Ran purred as he saw the snow. That's right, it was winter out there. He had been preparing for it before the Path had been captured. He brushed against Holly, a serious look on his face. The broad cat moved to stand in front of his new friends, a frown on his face. "Deadly," he said, shaking his head. Holly was far too small to live in the harsh snows and freezing cold alone, especially if she didn't know how to be out in it. Even Path, who had lived through various seasons for years, sometimes died in the middle of the night - it was a fierce cold that made Ran shiver despite the sunny warmth at his back. Holly looked down at Ran and smiled. "Maybe someday we can all go out there together." She whispered whipping a tear of longing out of her eye. She turned away quickly letting the glass dome fog back up. It was perfectly sunny and warm inside, and it causes a hollow pain in holly. How life could be different if she was out there and had always been out there. I put a hand on Holly's shoulders "He's right" I say "It's very deadly out there" I say but this time My eyes were wandering. I was thinking about my father...and how he had died...a tear of my own fell down my face. Holly looked at them both and kept from crying anymore. "We're not going to be getting out of here anytime soon so it doesn't really matter." She said sadly starting to walk away from the glass but turning back to face it again. Another tear fell, and she looked up to the sky wishing the dome could just crack in half, so the snow would come in. I thought about what she said."why can't we leave?" I mean I just didn't understand why we wouldn't be able to leave, not that it mattered according to holly. Holly looked right at Sam with sadness in her eye's. "No one can leave here once they come in. The only reason I could was because a guard was with me and that was only to get you two." Her voice was sad and upset as she spoke. Something in her wanted to scream yet cry at the same time. "I'm sorry I got you into this." I was angered. She KNEW this place would never let me leave, and she brought me hear anyway. "Why did you bring me HERE?!" I ask slowly and pissed. I had a right to know, I was up in her face now. Holly stepped back from Sam and frowned. "I. I. I wanted a friend." Holly whispered crying harder. She couldn't make real friend's and knew slave's didn't really have a home anyway so she had though it was the best choice. "So you take me from my home!? And bring me here!?" I couldn't believe this!"you're a selfish brat" I spat, and ran off to be alone. Ran's brown ears lay flat against his head. He wasn't so sure he liked this place enough to stay forever. . . What about his den? What about the other Path, and his territory? Surly he could go back to it someday. Seeing Sam yell at Holly, the Path stood still to watch. Sam had every right to be upset. When the other slave ran back toward the house, Ran hesitated. Oh yes, he was mad. Angry was a nice way of describing how he felt about this whole "slave" ordeal. But to blame Holly for wanting friendship? Even the Path, who lived alone, needed someone in their lives. Rayn let out a small purr, still unsure, and leaned forward to lick Holly's cheek. His yellow slotted eyes looked into hers for a few seconds, full of understanding, before the tall youth loped after Sam. She might be doing something drastic, and Ran didn't want anyone to get hurt. The Path's long shaggy brown hair flew about his face as he burst into the room, skidding to a halt before Sam. Worry covered his face as he stepped up to her, a hand outstretched to the girl." It's going to be alright," he said, his ears perked toward her. Ran slowly continued to reach for her until he had one hand on her shoulder. Standing almost a foot taller than Sam, the Path pulled her into a tight hug. "We're all safe. It's alright." when Wayne pulled me into a tight hug I began to sob, angry tears.for holly, or anyone to have taken me away from my home knowing ill never get to return was just plain selfish. I knew I was safe here.but I wanted to leave at least someday, the thought of never going home scared me. I had no more words to say to anybody here, not even Wayne. Holly watched the two run-off and slowly walked back to the house. She was upset. Nothing she ever did seemed to be good She was hopeless. Holly walked up the hallway and peaked in Sam's open door. "I didn't mean it to be a bad thing, your life is better here then it would have been living with a real master." Holly said looking at Ran hugging her. "I'm sorry" she said turning and running down the hallway and upstairs to her room. She slammed the door and burst into tears. With a sad purr, Ran licked Sam's cheek. "We should try to be happy," he said in a cracked voice, "for Holly's sake." The Path squeezed Sam once more before letting her go. Heading over to the door, he smiled slightly before going to see Holly. When he got upstairs, he sniffed around before finding himself at his owner's door. Without knocking (Path didn't have such habits), Ran slipped inside and slowly approached Holly. Licking her hand, he sat beside her." I'm sorry," he purred, his brown ears and tail drooping. The Path let his yellow eyes rest on Holly's tear-filled gaze. Holly looked away from Ran when he came in. "You have nothing to be sorry about." She said coldly. Steping away from Ran and his kindness. She didn't look at him as she spoke her voice was flat and emotionless, "My live was supposed to change when I got slaves. My goal was not to be evil like my parents. The only way that would work is if I had people to support me. Obviously I don't have that." She moves slowly over to the window staring out at it. "You and Sam we're supposed to help me. I needed friends." She whispered turning back to face Ran. "If she doesn't change I can promise your life won't be as pleasant as I hoped." Range was right... I need to try to be happy.for Holly, I knew it wasn't her fault she was stuck here in this.fake place... I wiped my face and headed to hollies room, not knowing what to say... I knocked and waited for a reply.when I didn't get one I walked in, range was trying to cheer up holly, he was sweeter than I thought."sorry" I say tears filling in my eyes once again... Holly could gaze flickered to Sam as she walked in the door. Holly had to hold herself back from screaming get out to both of them. Holly simply leaned up against the wall and took a few deep breaths trying to get her anger under control. She looked back at Sam and smiled. Her eyes were still cold and unpleasant, but her smile could have fooled anyone if they weren't paying close enough attention. "Don't let it happen again." She said quietly almost sounding happy. "I'll try, I am a very stubborn one" I say with a laugh. I sit next to range and put my head on his shoulder... I don't what it was about him that made me feel safe.also he was cuddly for half human half cat. Ran was watching the scene unfold, but unlike the humans, he saw the emotions. Body language was how Path spoke - and from what he was seeing, things weren't as happy as they appeared to be. He stayed seated on the bed, his broad form still, until Sam came over to sit beside him. Nuzzling the girl's cheek, Ran sighed. Holly could be so much worse to them - their lives could be so much worse. The Path flickered his brown ears and tail unhappily, leaning into the girl beside him." Is there anything you need us to do?" his deep voice grated, and he coughed lightly. Casting his bright yellow eyes over to Holly, the Path tilted his head questioningly. While waiting for a response, he rested a muscled arm about Sam's shoulders. "No" Holly said walking over to the doorway. "I'm going outside to take a walk." She turned back and looked at both of them. She hoped they understood what she was going through. "Be back in the kitchen by 6 if you want dinner." Holly walked down the hallway and out the door moving quickly out of sight from the house. As soon as she couldn't see the house any more she slowed her pace and walked around the winding trails of the grounds. Ran's ears drooped, and he watched Holly go with a sad expression. When she had gone, the Path turned his gaze back to Sam. Nuzzling her cheek, he purred lightly. Things would turn out alright. They had to. Holly kept walking till she came to the edge of the glass dome. She sat down and watched outside of it. The endless world that unknown to her. Holly smiled at the falling flakes and studied them closely. Something about them made her wonder. They were all different. Just like ever slave brought in here. The came and went as she tried to count completely unaware of what went on around her. ((Love the Avi, Princess. ’D Who are we waiting for here?)) {Thanks :). I'm not sure what we're waiting for...} ((Vampire kiss has disappeared on us. . . But I'm going to move on. :P I can't stand waiting. XD))After waiting with Sam for many minutes, the girl finally drifted into sleep. Ran carefully slipped away from her, stepping out into the hallway and sniffing the air. It was a while before he found out where Holly had gone. Looking out the window to see her at the border, the Path ended up jogging out to stand beside her. The warm sun against his bare skin made him feel happy, and the warmth soaked into his loose pants as well. Life here was so. . . Peaceful. Moving so he was a few inches away from his owner, the young man let out a slight purr, brushing against her arm lightly." What are you thinking?" he asked in a growling voice. . . After all, he didn't speak often. His yellow eyes locked on the girl's face, and he tilted his head, ears perked. Holly jumped when Ran spoke. She turned and smiled slightly. "They're all different, it's amazing there are so many yet not a single one is alike. How is that possible?" "Don't know," the Path purred, looking out at the snow. "I like to avoid it as much as I can." He shivered slightly. "It's too cold." Where he came from, snow meant winter, and winter meant little prey. It meant staying inside your den, hoping that you'll make it until Spring alive. Rayn shook his layered brown hair out of his eyes, looking back to Holly. "Do you ever get cold?" "Cold? What exactly do you mean? In here it's never under 69º, I don't really know what being cold feels like." Holly said laying back on the grass and using magic to make a small cloud above Ran and her. Small flakes fell. They all looked the same and as they hit skin the flakes felt warm Ran flinched as the first of the snow touched his skin, but then relaxed when he realized it was only an imitation. "It makes you hurt," he said, sitting down beside the girl. "It feels like death." And it takes lives ruthlessly. Looking down to Holly, he watched her face as he spoke." Maybe you'll feel it someday. But I hope I'm there to keep you alive when you do." Holly sat up and the cloud disappeared. She reached out and hugged Ran. "I swear someday I'll get you and Sam out of here." Holly whispered laying back on the ground with a tiny smile on her face. "Don't hurt yourself trying," the Path said, purring slightly. Wrapping his lean arms about his owner's shoulders, he gave her a hug before she lay back down. Sitting cross legged beside the girl, he watched her small smile. His brown ears shifted toward the woman, and his tail flicked about beside him as he observed her. There were a few moments of quiet before he tilted his head and spoke." Do you think Sam will be okay?" His yellow eyes narrowed, but he kept his gaze on Holly's face. "Should I leave her alone?" "I hope she'll be ok, I don't really know what to do. I'm not trying to be mean to her, or you, but I don't know, everything is so confusing right now." Holly closed her eyes not wanting Ran to see how painful this was for her. "You're doing fine," the Path said, letting out another growling purr. "Life has its ups and downs." With a sigh, Ran lay down beside Holly, gazing up at the sky. "We just have to go through them with you now." After all, we belong to you. He sniffed, his tail flicking over to brush against the girl's leg. "And I don't know about her, but I don't know what it's like to be a slave." Already his use of the human language, which all Path knew but rarely used, grew stronger. He could speak in full sentences, and was even beginning to enjoy talking with others. Reaching a tanned hand-over to Holly's, he laced his fingers in hers. "Maybe we just have to get used to one another." He turned his head to look at the girl. "Show us how to be your slaves, and we will do it." He purred quietly, a lopsided smile on his face. "I'll make her do it." "No, I don't want you to be slaves, I needed someone my age who I could talk to and be friends with." Hold squeezed Ran's hand lightly. "I wish everyone was this easy to talk to." She smiled and looked over to the Path. "Do you still have family out there?" Holly asked. If he did someday she would get him out of here no matter what. Family was important. Ran smiled slightly. "I don't have family anymore," he said quietly. "Path don't have family once they leave their parents. We're out on our own once we leave the den." Looking back to the sky, the brown-haired youth closed his eyes. "We make our own families." He paused. "Like this one." Holly stared at him for a moment before smiling. For the first time in her long life the witch felt a since of love and trust. Tears fell down her cheeks. "You have no idea how much that means to me." She whispered sitting up wishing she had always known Ran. ((Here's one that hasn't been touched in a long while. . . :lol:)) (Yeah.)

Friends and Foes|rating:3.0

Yu-Gi-Oh! PbP Exhibition_ Altaria vs Shades of Gray.

A man wearing a heavy coat enters. His face isn't visible, and most of his body is shrouded in darkness. The only visible part of him is a tie with the image of a clock on it, and his duel-disk, a similar clock with each side of the duel-disk coming out like the hands of a clock. It is inevitable that we each have a turn. We must simply decide who shall go first.(1d20)[19](1d40)[15](1d39)[8](1d38)[5](1d37)[25](1d36)[35]Hand Spoiler Hide Destiny Hero - Blade master Phantom Sky blaster Destiny Hero - Dogma Dark City Fires of Doomsday Graveyard Spoiler Hide TBA Spoiler Hide TBA Destiny Hero Token Deck Spoiler Hide Destiny Hero - Plasma Destiny Hero - Plasma Destiny Hero - Plasma Destiny Hero - Dogma Phantom SkyblasterPhantom SkyblasterDestiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Blade Master Destiny Hero - Defender Destiny Hero - Defender Elemental Hero StratosElemental Hero Ocean Elemental Hero Ocean Grinder GolemDandylionScapegoatDestiny DrawDestiny Draw Dark City Threatening RoarSakuretsu Armor Mystical Space Typhoon Bottomless Trap Hole Bottomless Trap Hole Solemn Judgment Lightning Vortex Heavy Storm Giant TrunadeFires of Doomsday [I hope you don't mid that I made a small last minute change to my deck.] Out of a strange scroll depicting a dragon at the other end of the Arena, a robed woman steps out." Hello, I am the Herald of Creation. Prepare to duel."(1d20)[5](5d40)[38][33][33][30][33](167)(38, 33 and 30 taken)(3d40)[39][9][6](54)(39 and 9 taken){table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]Spoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Dark Magician 2. Dark Magician 3. Dark Magician 4. Dark Magician Girl 5. Dark Magician Girl 6. Dark Magician Girl 7. Skilled Dark Magician 8. Skilled Dark Magician 9. Skilled Dark Magician [X] 10. Magician's Valkyrie 11. Breaker the Magical Warrior 12. Breaker the Magical Warrior 13. Breaker the Magical Warrior 14. Magician’s Valkyrie 15. Magician’s Valkyrie 16. Magical Exemplar 17. Magical Exemplar 18. Magical Exemplar 19. Lightning Vortex 20. Lightning Vortex 21. Magical Dimension 22. Magical Dimension 23. Ancient Rules 24. Ancient Rules 25. Gold Sarcophagus 26. Gold Sarcophagus 27. Dark Magic Attack 28. Dark Magic Attack 29. Magicians Unite 30. Magicians Unite [X] 31. Sage’s Stone 32. Sage’s Stone 33. Heavy Storm [X] 34. Brain Control 35. Smashing Ground 36. Cold Wave 37. Royal Decree 38. Royal Decree [X] 39. Magician’s Circle [X] 40. Magician’s Circle Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide *nothing Stats: Life Points: 8000 Graveyard: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Hand- 5 Spoiler Hide -Royal Decree -Heavy Storm -Magicians Unite -Magician's Circle -Skilled Dark Magician Face Downs: Herald of creation? Interesting. I look forward to the upcoming duel.(1d35)[32]I summon Phantom Sky blaster in attack mode. He summons a Token along with him. I also play a face down Spell/Trap Card. I end my turn.{table]-|ST|PS|-|--|-|F|-|-|[/table]Phantom Sky blaster:1100/800Skyblaster Token:500/500Hand (4)Spoiler Hide Destiny Hero - Blade master Destiny Hero - Dogma Dark City Lightning Vortex Face down: Fires of Doomsday Graveyard Spoiler Hide TBA Spoiler Hide TBA Destiny Hero Token Deck Spoiler Hide Destiny Hero - Plasma Destiny Hero - Plasma Destiny Hero - Plasma Destiny Hero - Dogma Phantom SkyblasterPhantom SkyblasterDestiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Blade Master Destiny Hero - Defender Destiny Hero - Defender Elemental Hero StratosElemental Hero Ocean Elemental Hero Ocean Grinder GolemDandylionScapegoatDestiny DrawDestiny Draw Dark City Threatening RoarSakuretsu Armor Mystical Space Typhoon Bottomless Trap Hole Bottomless Trap Hole Solemn Judgment Heavy Storm Giant TrunadeFires of Doomsday "I could have hoped for a better hand..."(1d40)[28](2d40)[31][23](54)I summon Skilled Dark Magician then I activate Heavy Storm. A storm destroys your face down as the Spell caster powers up. Then I play a face down and have my Magician destroy Sky blaster- Lesser Dark Magic. The Magician casts a spell that makes the area around sky blaster go monochrome, and then Sky blaster appears to shatter into small pieces. End Turn{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|SDM|-|--|-|F|-|-[/table]SDM=Skilled Dark Magician, ATK=1900, Spell Counters= Spoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Dark Magician 2. Dark Magician 3. Dark Magician 4. Dark Magician Girl 5. Dark Magician Girl 6. Dark Magician Girl 7. Skilled Dark Magician 8. Skilled Dark Magician 9. Skilled Dark Magician [X] 10. Magician's Valkyrie 11. Breaker the Magical Warrior 12. Breaker the Magical Warrior 13. Breaker the Magical Warrior 14. Magician’s Valkyrie 15. Magician’s Valkyrie 16. Magical Exemplar 17. Magical Exemplar 18. Magical Exemplar 19. Lightning Vortex 20. Lightning Vortex 21. Magical Dimension 22. Magical Dimension 23. Ancient Rules 24. Ancient Rules 25. Gold Sarcophagus 26. Gold Sarcophagus 27. Dark Magic Attack 28. Dark Magic Attack [X] 29. Magicians Unite 30. Magicians Unite [X] 31. Sage’s Stone 32. Sage’s Stone 33. Heavy Storm [X] 34. Brain Control 35. Smashing Ground 36. Cold Wave 37. Royal Decree 38. Royal Decree [X] 39. Magician’s Circle [X] 40. Magician’s Circle Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide *nothing Stats: Life Points: 8000 Graveyard: Spoiler Hide -Heavy Storm Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Hand- 3 Spoiler Hide -Royal Decree -Magicians Unite -Dark Magic Attack Face Downs: -Magician's Circle I chain Fires of Doomsday to your Heavy Storm, summoning two Doomsday tokens before the effect activates. This also puts a counter on your Skilled Dark Magician.(1d34)[16]I play Dark City and summon Destiny Hero - Blade Master. This puts a third counter on your Magician. I then sacrifice him and the two Doomsday tokens to summon Destiny Hero - Dogma. Next turn, during your standby phase, your Life Points will be halved. Destiny Hero - Dogma will attack your Magician. Go. Life Absolute!(1500 damage. You will take 3250 damage during your standby phase.)LP: 7200{table]-|DT|PS|-|--|-|F|-|-|[/table]Destiny Hero - Dogma:3400/2400Skyblaster Token:500/500Hand (2)Spoiler Hide Elemental Hero Stratus Lightning Vortex Graveyard Spoiler Hide TBA Spoiler Hide TBA Destiny Hero Token Deck Spoiler Hide Destiny Hero - Plasma Destiny Hero - Plasma Destiny Hero - Plasma Destiny Hero - Dogma Phantom SkyblasterPhantom SkyblasterDestiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Blade Master Destiny Hero - Defender Destiny Hero - Defender Elemental Hero Ocean Elemental Hero Ocean Grinder GolemDandylionScapegoatDestiny DrawDestiny Draw Dark City Threatening RoarSakuretsu Armor Mystical Space Typhoon Bottomless Trap Hole Bottomless Trap Hole Solemn Judgment Heavy Storm Giant TrunadeFires of Doomsday (1d40)[20](2d40)[19][6](25)"Let's get this straight. You got in your starting hand- RO first 6 cards, one of the few combos available to summon you trump card in two turns. Whereas I, got nothing really useful....? Did I get really unlucky or what." Regardless, Lightning Vortex. Lightning destroys your two monsters.{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|F|-|-[/table]Spoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Dark Magician 2. Dark Magician 3. Dark Magician 4. Dark Magician Girl 5. Dark Magician Girl 6. Dark Magician Girl 7. Skilled Dark Magician 8. Skilled Dark Magician 9. Skilled Dark Magician [X] 10. Magician's Valkyrie 11. Breaker the Magical Warrior 12. Breaker the Magical Warrior 13. Breaker the Magical Warrior 14. Magician’s Valkyrie 15. Magician’s Valkyrie 16. Magical Exemplar 17. Magical Exemplar 18. Magical Exemplar 19. Lightning Vortex 20. Lightning Vortex [X] 21. Magical Dimension 22. Magical Dimension 23. Ancient Rules 24. Ancient Rules 25. Gold Sarcophagus 26. Gold Sarcophagus 27. Dark Magic Attack 28. Dark Magic Attack [X] 29. Magicians Unite 30. Magicians Unite [X] 31. Sage’s Stone 32. Sage’s Stone 33. Heavy Storm [X] 34. Brain Control 35. Smashing Ground 36. Cold Wave 37. Royal Decree 38. Royal Decree [X] 39. Magician’s Circle [X] 40. Magician’s Circle Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide *nothing Stats: Life Points: 3250 Graveyard: Spoiler Hide -Heavy Storm -Skilled Dark Magician -Lightning Vortex -Magicians Unite Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Hand- 2 Spoiler Hide -Royal Decree -Dark Magic Attack Face Downs: -Magician's Circle Very well. Draw.(1d33)[6]I summon Elemental Hero Stratus, and use his effect to add Destiny Hero - Plasma to my hand. Stratus will attack directly. 1800 damage.{table]-|-|S|-|--|-|-|-|-|[/table]Elemental Hero Stratus :1800/300Hand (3)Spoiler Hide Destiny Hero - Plasma Lightning Vortex Phantom Sky blaster Graveyard (3)Spoiler Hide Fires of Doomsday Destiny Hero - Blade master Destiny Hero - Dogma Spoiler Hide TBA Destiny Hero Token Deck Spoiler Hide Destiny Hero - Plasma Destiny Hero - Plasma Destiny Hero - Plasma Destiny Hero - Dogma Phantom SkyblasterDestiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Blade Master Destiny Hero - Defender Destiny Hero - Defender Elemental Hero Ocean Elemental Hero Ocean Grinder GolemDandylionScapegoatDestiny DrawDestiny Draw Dark City Threatening RoarSakuretsu Armor Mystical Space Typhoon Bottomless Trap Hole Bottomless Trap Hole Solemn Judgment Heavy Storm Giant TrunadeFires of Doomsday "I've drawn one monster so far this duel, come on, I need another one..."(1d40)[28](2d40)[34][12](46)"That was... embarrassing." The Herald of Creation then walks back into the scroll.[Fun fact, I have now lost 3 duels due to not drawing monsters for multiple turns in a row, despite generally making decks with about a 50/50 ratio of monsters to spells/traps (ok, one of those losses was with my Dino Deck...). Anyway, critique for this deck?]{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|F|-|-[/table]Spoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Dark Magician 2. Dark Magician 3. Dark Magician 4. Dark Magician Girl 5. Dark Magician Girl 6. Dark Magician Girl 7. Skilled Dark Magician 8. Skilled Dark Magician 9. Skilled Dark Magician [X] 10. Magician's Valkyrie 11. Breaker the Magical Warrior 12. Breaker the Magical Warrior 13. Breaker the Magical Warrior 14. Magician’s Valkyrie 15. Magician’s Valkyrie 16. Magical Exemplar 17. Magical Exemplar 18. Magical Exemplar 19. Lightning Vortex 20. Lightning Vortex [X] 21. Magical Dimension 22. Magical Dimension 23. Ancient Rules 24. Ancient Rules 25. Gold Sarcophagus 26. Gold Sarcophagus 27. Dark Magic Attack 28. Dark Magic Attack [X] 29. Magicians Unite 30. Magicians Unite [X] 31. Sage’s Stone 32. Sage’s Stone 33. Heavy Storm [X] 34. Brain Control [X] 35. Smashing Ground 36. Cold Wave 37. Royal Decree 38. Royal Decree [X] 39. Magician’s Circle [X] 40. Magician’s Circle Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide *nothing Stats: Life Points: 1450 Graveyard: Spoiler Hide -Heavy Storm -Skilled Dark Magician -Lightning Vortex -Magicians Unite Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Hand- 2 Spoiler Hide -Royal Decree -Dark Magic Attack Face Downs: -Magician's Circle Perhaps put more all-purpose and not-situational spell cards to rack up spell counters? Other popular magicians like Defender the Magical Warrior and Old Vindictive Magician might help as well. In addition, you don't seem to have a lot of ways to get Dark Magician in your hand, and no other drawing strategy in general. A recycling strategy would be good in case they manage to hit your magician with a Vortex or BTH. You might take a page from my book and add Fires of Doomsday, since Dark Magician is a dark monster. Make sure to activate it during their end phase so you can tribute summon Dark Magician on your turn. Also: Yes. I got very lucky. If you hadn't forfeited this turn then I would have been able to summon Plasma as well. Well, I originally had Royal Magical Library in, so I might add that back in. So the general idea is:-Switch out the two Sage's Stones for two Fires of Doomsday-Switch out Cold Wave and add in a Royal Magical Library, take out a Skilled Dark Magician and replace him with a Library-Switch out the two Ancient Rules for Swords of Revealing Light and another Fires of Doomsday-Switch out two other things (possibly a Valkyrie and a Dark Magician Girl) for two Defenders-Maybe throw in A Thousand Knives somewhere. How does that sound? That sounds like it might help. I'm up for a rematch when you have the updated deck list together. [Incidentally, I now have prototyped deck lists for my actual decks 11 and 12]The herald once again steps out of the scroll." I have reconfigured my deck. Care for a rematch?"(1d20)[20](5d40)[1][19][15][23][27](85)(3d40)[34][34][31](99){table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]Spoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Dark Magician [X] 2. Dark Magician 3. Dark Magician 4. Dark Magician Girl 5. Dark Magician Girl 6. Skilled Dark Magician 7. Skilled Dark Magician 8. Royal Magical Library 9. Royal Magical Library 10. Breaker the Magical Warrior 11. Breaker the Magical Warrior 12. Breaker the Magical Warrior 13. Magician’s Valkyrie 14. Magician’s Valkyrie 15. Defender, the Magical Knight [X] 16. Defender, the Magical Knight 17. Magical Exemplar 18. Magical Exemplar 19. Magical Exemplar [X] 20. Lightning Vortex 21. Lightning Vortex 22. Magical Dimension 23. Magical Dimension [X] 24. Swords of Revealing Light 25. Gold Sarcophagus 26. Gold Sarcophagus 27. Dark Magic Attack [X] 28. Dark Magic Attack 29. Magicians Unite 30. Magicians Unite 31. Fires of Doomsday 32. Fires of Doomsday 33. Fires of Doomsday 34. Heavy Storm 35. Brain Control 36. Smashing Ground 37. Royal Decree 38. Royal Decree 39. Magician’s Circle 40. Magician’s Circle Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide *nothing Stats: Life Points: 8000 Graveyard: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Hand- 5 Spoiler Hide -Dark Magician -Magical Exemplar -Defender, the Magical Knight -Magical Dimension -Dark Magic Attack Face Downs: The man is already there. I knew that you would arrive. It was inevitable that you would seek revenge.(1d20)[17]{table]-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]HandGraveyardSpoiler Hide TBA Spoiler Hide TBA Spoiler Hide Destiny Hero - Plasma Destiny Hero - Plasma Phantom SkyblasterPhantom SkyblasterDestiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Blade Master Destiny Hero - Blade Master Destiny Hero - Defender Destiny Hero - Defender Elemental Hero StratosElemental Hero Ocean Elemental Hero Ocean Grinder GolemDandylionScapegoatDestiny DrawDestiny Draw Dark City Dark City Threatening RoarSakuretsu Armor Mystical Space Typhoon Bottomless Trap Hole Bottomless Trap Hole Solemn Judgment Lightning Vortex Heavy Storm Giant TrunadeFires of Doomsday Fires of Doomsday * post roll count doesn't match database [Wait, what in heck happened to your draw, ti's showing up to me as 4 d20s...](1d40)[6](2d40)[38][38](76)"Let us see how I do this time..." I summon Defender, the Magical Knight and play a card face down.{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|D|-|--|-|F|-|-[/table’D=Defender, the Magical Knight, ATK=1600, Spell Counters=Spoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Dark Magician [X] 2. Dark Magician 3. Dark Magician 4. Dark Magician Girl 5. Dark Magician Girl 6. Skilled Dark Magician [X] 7. Skilled Dark Magician 8. Royal Magical Library 9. Royal Magical Library 10. Breaker the Magical Warrior 11. Breaker the Magical Warrior 12. Breaker the Magical Warrior 13. Magician’s Valkyrie 14. Magician’s Valkyrie 15. Defender, the Magical Knight [X] 16. Defender, the Magical Knight 17. Magical Exemplar 18. Magical Exemplar 19. Magical Exemplar [X] 20. Lightning Vortex 21. Lightning Vortex 22. Magical Dimension 23. Magical Dimension [X] 24. Swords of Revealing Light 25. Gold Sarcophagus 26. Gold Sarcophagus 27. Dark Magic Attack [X] 28. Dark Magic Attack 29. Magicians Unite 30. Magicians Unite 31. Fires of Doomsday 32. Fires of Doomsday 33. Fires of Doomsday 34. Heavy Storm 35. Brain Control 36. Smashing Ground 37. Royal Decree 38. Royal Decree 39. Magician’s Circle 40. Magician’s Circle Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide *nothing Stats: Life Points: 8000 Graveyard: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Hand- 4 Spoiler Hide -Dark Magician -Magical Exemplar -Dark Magic Attack -Skilled Dark Magician Face Downs: -Magical Dimension ((So that's why I'm only getting my low-number cards. >>))(1d40)[32](1d39)[7](1d38)[34](1d37)[20](1d36)[28]{table]-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]Hand Spoiler Hide Bottomless Trap Hole Phantom Sky blaster Lightning Vortex Grinder Golem Seizures Armor Graveyard Spoiler Hide TBA Spoiler Hide TBA Spoiler Hide Destiny Hero - Plasma Destiny Hero - Plasma Destiny Hero - Dogma Destiny Hero - Dogma Phantom SkyblasterPhantom SkyblasterDestiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Blade Master Destiny Hero - Blade Master Destiny Hero - Defender Destiny Hero - Defender Elemental Hero StratosElemental Hero Ocean Elemental Hero OceanDandylionScapegoatDestiny DrawDestiny Draw Dark City Dark City Threatening Roar Mystical Space Typhoon Bottomless Trap Hole Solemn Judgment Heavy Storm Giant TrunadeFires of Doomsday Fires of Doomsday (1d35)[26]I summon Phantom Sky blaster and a Sky blaster token, play two face downs, and end my turn.{table]-|-|PS|ST|--|-|F|F|-[/table]Phantom Sky blaster:1100/800Skyblaster Token:500/500FacedownFacedownHand (3)Spoiler Hide Lightning Vortex Grinder Golem Dark City Face down: BTH, Seizures Armor Graveyard Spoiler Hide TBA Spoiler Hide TBA Spoiler Hide Destiny Hero - Plasma Destiny Hero - Plasma Destiny Hero - Plasma Destiny Hero - Dogma Destiny Hero - Dogma Phantom SkyblasterPhantom SkyblasterDestiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Blade Master Destiny Hero - Blade Master Destiny Hero - Defender Destiny Hero - Defender Elemental Hero StratosElemental Hero Ocean Elemental Hero OceanDandylionScapegoatDestiny DrawDestiny Draw Dark City Threatening Roar Mystical Space Typhoon Bottomless Trap Hole Solemn Judgment Heavy Storm Giant TrunadeFires of Doomsday Fires of Doomsday (1d40)[11](2d40)[20][21](41)Now, to bolster my forces. I summon Breaker, the Magical Warrior and have him destroy your middle face down. Then my to magical soldiers will destroy your two monsters{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|D|B|--|-|F|-|-[/table’D=Defender, the Magical Knight, ATK=1600, Spell Counters=IB=Breaker, the Magical Warrior, ATK=1600Spoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Dark Magician [X] 2. Dark Magician 3. Dark Magician 4. Dark Magician Girl 5. Dark Magician Girl 6. Skilled Dark Magician [X] 7. Skilled Dark Magician 8. Royal Magical Library 9. Royal Magical Library 10. Breaker the Magical Warrior 11. Breaker the Magical Warrior [X] 12. Breaker the Magical Warrior 13. Magician’s Valkyrie 14. Magician’s Valkyrie 15. Defender, the Magical Knight [X] 16. Defender, the Magical Knight 17. Magical Exemplar 18. Magical Exemplar 19. Magical Exemplar [X] 20. Lightning Vortex 21. Lightning Vortex 22. Magical Dimension 23. Magical Dimension [X] 24. Swords of Revealing Light 25. Gold Sarcophagus 26. Gold Sarcophagus 27. Dark Magic Attack [X] 28. Dark Magic Attack 29. Magicians Unite 30. Magicians Unite 31. Fires of Doomsday 32. Fires of Doomsday 33. Fires of Doomsday 34. Heavy Storm 35. Brain Control 36. Smashing Ground 37. Royal Decree 38. Royal Decree 39. Magician’s Circle 40. Magician’s Circle Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide *nothing Stats: Life Points: 8000 Graveyard: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Hand- 4 Spoiler Hide -Dark Magician -Magical Exemplar -Dark Magic Attack -Skilled Dark Magician Face Downs: -Magical Dimension Incorrect, as should be expected. I activate my face down Bottomless Trap Hole when Breaker is summoned, removing him from play. Then I activate my face down Seizures armor to destroy the other attacking monster. Any objection? I'll allow you to destroy Breaker, but Defender saves himself with his ability. I think the attack is negated though (1d34)[21]I set a face down monster and switch all of my monsters into defense mode. In addition, you take 600 damage from Phantom Sky blaster's effect.{table]-|F|PS|ST|--|-|-|-|-[/table]Phantom Sky blaster:1100/800Skyblaster Token:500/500Facedown:?/? Hand (3)Spoiler Hide Lightning Vortex Grinder Golem Dark City Face down: Dandelion Graveyard Spoiler Hide TBA Spoiler Hide TBA Spoiler Hide Destiny Hero - Plasma Destiny Hero - Plasma Destiny Hero - Plasma Destiny Hero - Dogma Destiny Hero - Dogma Phantom SkyblasterPhantom SkyblasterDestiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Blade Master Destiny Hero - Blade Master Destiny Hero - Defender Destiny Hero - Defender Elemental Hero StratosElemental Hero Ocean Elemental Hero OceanScapegoatDestiny DrawDestiny Draw Dark City Threatening Roar Mystical Space Typhoon Bottomless Trap Hole Solemn Judgment Heavy Storm Giant TrunadeFires of Doomsday Fires of Doomsday (1d40)[19](2d40)[13][20](33)I summon Magician's Valkyrie. Then my two pilasters destroy your two Sky blasters. A woman in blue armor with translucent wings appears and attacks along with Defender.{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|D|MV|--|-|F|-|-[/table’D=Defender, the Magical Knight, ATK=1600MV=Magician's Valkyrie, ATK=1600Spoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Dark Magician [X] 2. Dark Magician 3. Dark Magician 4. Dark Magician Girl 5. Dark Magician Girl 6. Skilled Dark Magician [X] 7. Skilled Dark Magician 8. Royal Magical Library 9. Royal Magical Library 10. Breaker the Magical Warrior 11. Breaker the Magical Warrior [X] 12. Breaker the Magical Warrior 13. Magician’s Valkyrie [X] 14. Magician’s Valkyrie 15. Defender, the Magical Knight [X] 16. Defender, the Magical Knight 17. Magical Exemplar 18. Magical Exemplar 19. Magical Exemplar [X] 20. Lightning Vortex 21. Lightning Vortex 22. Magical Dimension 23. Magical Dimension [X] 24. Swords of Revealing Light 25. Gold Sarcophagus 26. Gold Sarcophagus 27. Dark Magic Attack [X] 28. Dark Magic Attack 29. Magicians Unite 30. Magicians Unite 31. Fires of Doomsday 32. Fires of Doomsday 33. Fires of Doomsday 34. Heavy Storm 35. Brain Control 36. Smashing Ground 37. Royal Decree 38. Royal Decree 39. Magician’s Circle 40. Magician’s Circle Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Stats: Life Points: 7400 Graveyard: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide -Breaker the Magical Warrior Hand- 4 Spoiler Hide -Dark Magician -Magical Exemplar -Dark Magic Attack -Skilled Dark Magician Face Downs: -Magical Dimension (1d33)[2]Predictable. I draw. Excellent. I summon Grinder Golem to your side of the field, which also lets me add two tokens to my side of the field. I tribute these tokens, as well as my face down Dandelion, to summon Destiny Hero - Plasma. A massive winged man appears on the field, facing off against the giant golem. I equip my golem to Destiny Hero - Plasma, raising his attack to 3400. All the effects of your monsters are negated. Now Plasma shall attack your Magician's Valkyrie. Vengeful Rain!{table]-|FT|P|FT|--|-|-|-|-[/table]Destiny Hero - Plasma: 3400/600Fluff Token:0/0Fluff Token:0/0Hand (2)Spoiler Hide Lightning Vortex Dark City Graveyard (4)Spoiler Hide Phantom Sky blaster Bottomless Trap Hole Seizures Armor Dandelion Spoiler Hide TBA Spoiler Hide Destiny Hero - Plasma Destiny Hero - Plasma Destiny Hero - Dogma Destiny Hero - Dogma Phantom SkyblasterPhantom SkyblasterDestiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Blade Master Destiny Hero - Blade Master Destiny Hero - Defender Destiny Hero - Defender Elemental Hero StratosElemental Hero Ocean Elemental Hero OceanScapegoatDestiny DrawDestiny Draw Dark City Threatening Roar Mystical Space Typhoon Bottomless Trap Hole Solemn Judgment Heavy Storm Giant TrunadeFires of Doomsday Fires of Doomsday As soon as you summon Plasma, I activate Magical Dimension. Attributing that Golem you gave me and summoning the one, the only DARK MAGICIAN! And then, my Dimension rids the field of that Plasma. Grinder Golem is put into a small doll-like thing, that then has chains attached to it from every angle, the doll then opens and a huge burst of energy comes out, vaporizing Plasma and leaving behind instead a Magician that every duelist recognizes. Very well. Then I discard Dark City to activate Lightning Vortex, destroying your face-up monsters. I then end my turn.{table]-|FT|-|FT|--|-|-|-|-[/table]Fluff Token:0/0Fluff Token:0/0Hand (0)Spoiler Hide None Graveyard (7)Spoiler Hide Phantom Sky blaster Bottomless Trap Hole Seizures Armor Dandelion Lightning Vortex Destiny Hero - Plasma Dark City Spoiler Hide TBA Spoiler Hide Destiny Hero - Plasma Destiny Hero - Plasma Destiny Hero - Dogma Destiny Hero - Dogma Phantom SkyblasterPhantom SkyblasterDestiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Blade Master Destiny Hero - Blade Master Destiny Hero - Defender Destiny Hero - Defender Elemental Hero StratosElemental Hero Ocean Elemental Hero OceanScapegoatDestiny DrawDestiny Draw Dark City Threatening Roar Mystical Space Typhoon Bottomless Trap Hole Solemn Judgment Heavy Storm Giant TrunadeFires of Doomsday Fires of Doomsday "You have no cards in your hand now, and only two tokens with no real use on the field. Good luck with that.(1d40)[20](2d40)[6][8](14)Let me rephrase that, you will soon have nothing. I summon Magical Exemplar. Then, I activate my own Lightning Vortex, giving Exemplar two counters and destroying your monsters. Exemplar then direct attacks. End Turn. A woman in a teal robe appears, then unleashes a lightning storm, destroying the pieces of fluff, she then unleashes a magic blast at you.{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|ME|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]ME=Magical Exemplar, ATK=1700, Spell Counters= II Spoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Dark Magician [X] 2. Dark Magician 3. Dark Magician 4. Dark Magician Girl 5. Dark Magician Girl 6. Skilled Dark Magician [X] 7. Skilled Dark Magician 8. Royal Magical Library 9. Royal Magical Library 10. Breaker the Magical Warrior 11. Breaker the Magical Warrior [X] 12. Breaker the Magical Warrior 13. Magician’s Valkyrie [X] 14. Magician’s Valkyrie 15. Defender, the Magical Knight [X] 16. Defender, the Magical Knight 17. Magical Exemplar 18. Magical Exemplar 19. Magical Exemplar [X] 20. Lightning Vortex [X] 21. Lightning Vortex 22. Magical Dimension 23. Magical Dimension [X] 24. Swords of Revealing Light 25. Gold Sarcophagus 26. Gold Sarcophagus 27. Dark Magic Attack [X] 28. Dark Magic Attack 29. Magicians Unite 30. Magicians Unite 31. Fires of Doomsday 32. Fires of Doomsday 33. Fires of Doomsday 34. Heavy Storm 35. Brain Control 36. Smashing Ground 37. Royal Decree 38. Royal Decree 39. Magician’s Circle 40. Magician’s Circle Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Stats: Life Points: 7400 Graveyard: Spoiler Hide -Magical Dimension -Dark Magician -Magician's Valkyrie -Defender, the Magical Knight -Lightning Vortex -Dark Magic Attack Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide -Breaker the Magical Warrior Hand- 1 Spoiler Hide -Skilled Dark Magician Face Downs: (1d32)[1]I end my turn.{table]-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]Hand (1)Spoiler Hide Destiny Hero - Plasma Graveyard (7)Spoiler Hide Phantom Sky blaster Bottomless Trap Hole Seizures Armor Dandelion Lightning Vortex Destiny Hero - Plasma Dark City Spoiler Hide TBA Spoiler Hide Destiny Hero - Plasma Destiny Hero - Dogma Destiny Hero - Dogma Phantom SkyblasterPhantom SkyblasterDestiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Blade Master Destiny Hero - Blade Master Destiny Hero - Defender Destiny Hero - Defender Elemental Hero StratosElemental Hero Ocean Elemental Hero OceanScapegoatDestiny DrawDestiny Draw Dark City Threatening Roar Mystical Space Typhoon Bottomless Trap Hole Solemn Judgment Heavy Storm Giant TrunadeFires of Doomsday Fires of Doomsday "And that's what you get for destroying Dark Magician"(1d40)[40](2d40)[14][3](17)I play a face-down then direct attack again{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|ME|-|--|-|F|-|-[/table]ME=Magical Exemplar, ATK=1700, Spell Counters= II Spoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Dark Magician [X] 2. Dark Magician 3. Dark Magician 4. Dark Magician Girl 5. Dark Magician Girl 6. Skilled Dark Magician [X] 7. Skilled Dark Magician 8. Royal Magical Library 9. Royal Magical Library 10. Breaker the Magical Warrior 11. Breaker the Magical Warrior [X] 12. Breaker the Magical Warrior 13. Magician’s Valkyrie [X] 14. Magician’s Valkyrie 15. Defender, the Magical Knight [X] 16. Defender, the Magical Knight 17. Magical Exemplar 18. Magical Exemplar 19. Magical Exemplar [X] 20. Lightning Vortex [X] 21. Lightning Vortex 22. Magical Dimension 23. Magical Dimension [X] 24. Swords of Revealing Light 25. Gold Sarcophagus 26. Gold Sarcophagus 27. Dark Magic Attack [X] 28. Dark Magic Attack 29. Magicians Unite 30. Magicians Unite 31. Fires of Doomsday 32. Fires of Doomsday 33. Fires of Doomsday 34. Heavy Storm 35. Brain Control 36. Smashing Ground 37. Royal Decree 38. Royal Decree 39. Magician’s Circle 40. Magician’s Circle [X] Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Stats: Life Points: 7400 Graveyard: Spoiler Hide -Magical Dimension -Dark Magician -Magician's Valkyrie -Defender, the Magical Knight -Lightning Vortex -Dark Magic Attack Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide -Breaker the Magical Warrior Hand- 1 Spoiler Hide -Skilled Dark Magician Face Downs: -Magician's Circle (1d32)[2]End turn.LP:4600{table]-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]Hand (2)Spoiler Hide Destiny Hero - Plasma Destiny Hero - Dogma Graveyard (7)Spoiler Hide Phantom Sky blaster Bottomless Trap Hole Seizures Armor Dandelion Lightning Vortex Destiny Hero - Plasma Dark City Spoiler Hide TBA Spoiler Hide Destiny Hero - Plasma Destiny Hero - Dogma Phantom SkyblasterPhantom SkyblasterDestiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Diamond Dude Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Doom Lord Destiny Hero - Blade Master Destiny Hero - Blade Master Destiny Hero - Defender Destiny Hero - Defender Elemental Hero StratosElemental Hero Ocean Elemental Hero OceanScapegoatDestiny DrawDestiny Draw Dark City Threatening Roar Mystical Space Typhoon Bottomless Trap Hole Solemn Judgment Heavy Storm Giant TrunadeFires of Doomsday Fires of Doomsday "Well, unless you have a Turbo, it's over"(1d40)[19](2d40)[37][24](61)(37 taken)First, I summon Skilled Dark Magician dark robed Wizard appears. Now, Exemplar attacks, followed by Magician, however, during Magician's attack, I activate Magician's Circle After two blasts of magical energy, a weird seal appears above the Arena. I use it to summon Dark Magician Girl Out of the seal comes another Magician every duelist recognizes. And presuming you have no Spell casters, I end this. DARK MAGIC ATTACK!{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|DMG|ME|SDM|--|-|-|-|-[/table]DMG=Dark Magician Girl, ATK=2300ME=Magical Exemplar, ATK=1700, Spell Counters= II SDM=Skilled Dark Magician, ATK=1900Spoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Dark Magician [X] 2. Dark Magician 3. Dark Magician 4. Dark Magician Girl [X] 5. Dark Magician Girl 6. Skilled Dark Magician [X] 7. Skilled Dark Magician 8. Royal Magical Library 9. Royal Magical Library 10. Breaker the Magical Warrior 11. Breaker the Magical Warrior [X] 12. Breaker the Magical Warrior 13. Magician’s Valkyrie [X] 14. Magician’s Valkyrie 15. Defender, the Magical Knight [X] 16. Defender, the Magical Knight 17. Magical Exemplar 18. Magical Exemplar 19. Magical Exemplar [X] 20. Lightning Vortex [X] 21. Lightning Vortex 22. Magical Dimension 23. Magical Dimension [X] 24. Swords of Revealing Light 25. Gold Sarcophagus 26. Gold Sarcophagus 27. Dark Magic Attack [X] 28. Dark Magic Attack 29. Magicians Unite 30. Magicians Unite 31. Fires of Doomsday 32. Fires of Doomsday 33. Fires of Doomsday 34. Heavy Storm 35. Brain Control 36. Smashing Ground 37. Royal Decree [X] 38. Royal Decree 39. Magician’s Circle 40. Magician’s Circle [X] Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Stats: Life Points: 7400 Graveyard: Spoiler Hide -Magical Dimension -Dark Magician -Magician's Valkyrie -Defender, the Magical Knight -Lightning Vortex -Dark Magic Attack -Magician's Circle Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide -Breaker the Magical Warrior Hand- 1 Spoiler Hide -Royal Decree Face Downs: -Magician's Circle The man is blasted away into nothing, just his tie and a pocket-watch remaining.((Good game. I think I'll improve my draw engine (add some Allures of Darkness), and change around my Destiny Heroes to include ones which can recycle my cards (Fear Monger, Captain Tenacious), as well as those that activate in the graveyard (Dasher and Malicious). I might also remove Dogma, suggestions?)) I'd definitely recommend Allure and Captain Tenacious, Malicious could be good, but only if you also run Foolish Burial. Furthermore, I can't remember if you already have Giant Germ, but if you don't, you should either run that or Nimble Pomona (Germ if you're going for Allure) I don't think I'll throw in Germ. Furthermore, I was never a fan of it. Updated deck list to come.EDIT:WHA-DUMP! Destiny Hero - Field Advantage Spoiler Hide Destiny Hero - Plasma Destiny Hero - Plasma Destiny Hero - Plasma Phantom SkyblasterPhantom SkyblasterDestiny Hero - Fear Monger Destiny Hero - Fear Monger Destiny Hero - Fear Monger Destiny Hero - Blade Master Destiny Hero - Blade Master Destiny Hero - Captain Tenacious Destiny Hero - Captain Tenacious Destiny Hero - Dasher Destiny Hero - Dasher Destiny Hero - Double Dude Destiny Hero - Double Dude Elemental Hero StratosGrinder GolemDandylionScapegoatDestiny DrawDestiny Draw Allure of Darkness Allure of Darkness Dark City Dark City Threatening Roar Mirror Forced-ShieldD-ShieldMystical Space Typhoon Bottomless Trap Hole Bottomless Trap Hole Heavy Storm Lightning Vortex Lightning Vortex Fires of Doomsday Fires of Doomsday

Yu-Gi-Oh! PbP Exhibition_ Altaria vs Shades of Gray.|rating:2.0

Count Horatian- 380 CE

Count Croatian is a pagan Roman army officer suddenly facing a Rome where the Christians are no longer even pretending to respect his religious liberty. As a man who fought under the great Julian, he is sickened by the new Emperors Gratin and Theodosius. The latter particularly disgusts him, with the butchery in Thessalonica and the new edict against non-Catholic sects and gods, not to mention his recent baptism. What to do about this? Or, for that matter, his two mistresses and his male lover (a fellow cavalry officer). Were they in danger because of Croatian's fierce allegiance to the true gods? Would Croatian have to either convert or die? This is the thought process going through the Count's mind as he goes about his duties in the Sirius garrison in the wake of the debacle at Adrianople two years before. A hero of that battle for doing his part to minimize the disastrous rout of the Roman army by the Goths, the Count still knows that the bishops who control their puppet Emperors have no gratitude to men of honor and courage like himself. To make matters worse, the Count's estranged wife Melissa, a Christian but one of the Arian branch now in disfavor, has arrived in Sirius on business uncertain to Croatian. And Croatian has a further secret: while he practices his father's pagan religion, his mother was a Jewess, though somewhat less than fully devout. But he is circumcised, an oddity among Romans. I need either the wife, the mistresses, or the male lover (or more than one of the above). I'm trying to be flexible. Bump. Once more I bump this. Looking primarily for Melissa, Croatian's estranged Christian wife. Edit: wrong thread OCC: I am interested in writing for Melissa, if you don't mind my "virgin" status, I'm not new to writing; I've been Ring for years. I do have a couple of questions.1. How long have Croatian and Melissa been married?2. Do they have any children?3. How long have they been separated? I can draw up the rest of the character and blend it into the storytelling. Thanks for replying to this and for your interest in playing Melissa. I look forward to role-playing with you. To answer your questions:1. He married her very young, at the age of 20, when she was 18. So there is less age disparity than usual. It was arranged by their parents, but he had no trouble with it at the time. Their strong religious differences have been a factor in creating tension in the marriage, among other things. They were decently happy at first, however. But anyway, since he's 40, that's a little over 20 years of official marriage.2. They have fraternal twins from their early days: a son and a daughter (we can decide their names in a PM or here by mutual consent).3. I would say that they have been apart for about 4 years, since their son joined the army and their daughter was married off. He would not have deserted his children, but since then he just hasn't returned to their official household when back from the wars. Instead, he has stayed at his country estates, when he hasn't simply been stationed somewhere and billeted there. He hasn't divorced her because he didn't see a need and didn't wish to have another fight. Melissa arrived in Sirius early in the day, but does not readily visit her husband’s estates she instead visits a bath house in order to freshen up after a long journey and to consider how she might broach the subject of why she is here to see him. Normally she would have written her husband requesting a visit; however she did not wish to give him the chance to ignore or dismiss her request. The thought of seeing Croatian after nearly four years has her feeling unsettled. When their children, fraternal twins, Camus and Amelia left home, so had he, for the war. Once the war had ended he chose not to return. She did not blame him. Their marriage was not one of love and while they had lived together reasonably happy it is their different religious practices which always kept them apart. Early evening arrives and Melissa finds herself at the entrance of Croatian’s country estates. A servant woman approaches, Melissa smiles and introduces herself and then tells the woman to let her master that his wife is here and wishes an audience. Following the woman inside Melissa waits in the foyer, hoping Croatian is home and isn’t too displeased by her sudden visit. Lucius Salvos Horatius Comes Count Croatian was in the midst of perusing the new edict again, looking for legal loopholes that might prove useful. He had already satisfied his lust with his mistresses that morning, which he made a habit of doing early so that he could deal with any woman with judgment unclouded by lust. Hearing that he had his wife in the villa's vestibule, however, was another issue. She carried the risk of swaying him with sentimentality, something far more potent than mere carnal desire. He might be a nobleman of the Syrian provincial aristocracy, but his father's family was of the oldest, most rustic Italian peasantry in origin. They had that weakness of sentiment, after all. Worse still, his Jewish mother was a bit on the emotional side, and passed down a tendency to become attached to a lover beyond the physical sense. He had ruthlessly reined in that predisposition, but only on the surface. Deep down, he still felt vulnerable to the urge to dote on the mother of his children. Nevertheless, a proper Stoic didn't hide from the dangers of any weakness of character. He manfully faced them. So would Croatian, a true Stoic to his core. He walked calmly and firmly to the antechamber and faced his estranged wife, whom he had not seen in four years." Melissa, my dear! To what do I owe the pleasure of your company," he greeted her tactfully, adding a chaste kiss to indicate that he acknowledged her legal status without displaying any true amorous intentions. Melissa had not changed much in the last four years though her face appears a little thinner, cheek bones more defined creating an elegant look to the woman’s countenance. The curves of her body round and shapely the olive skin only beginning to show the signs of aging, her smile deepens the laugh lines around her full lip. Dark brown eyes admire the approach of her husband, she had always found him handsome, and today is no different. Raising her chin to accept his kiss she settles a hand temporarily on his upper arm, fingers squeezing gently before her hands, fingers laced, rest at her waist, “Lucius, you look well husband.” The pleasantries between them are routine even four years of separation is not enough to forget how well they learned to walk around each other. “I apologize for not sending word ahead, but this is a distressing time and I could not waste a moment. The Emperor’s recent edict is what brings me to you. I am greatly concerned Lucius about what this will mean for our household and for our children. Even my own Christian belief has been declared heretic!” The normally composed woman’s voice raises an ounce and is filled with distress, “I fear this new prejudice will harm our family and felt it would be best to come see you straight away in order to discuss what should be done.” Lucius Salvos Horatius Comes Well, Count Croatian thought, she knows what to worry about. And she has every reason to fear, as do I. Even the bravest soldier has fear, no matter what the braggarts and couch generals will tell you. The key is to control that fear and do what is necessary despite it. I must keep a cool head about this business. My pretty Greek wife, one whom I haven't seen in years, is looking to me for answers, too. I have to find them." My dear wife, I agree that we must think this thing through. Calmly, in fact. The wrong decision could harm not only our lives but our souls and our children. Well, you might as well get comfortable. I think it best that you stay here at my estate while you're in Sirius. I have a feeling that we'll spend a lot of time together again. At least for now. Besides, that will buy you some time. Time is necessary, so we can make a rational choice, unclouded by sentiment." Something to consider, though. It's possible that if I am baptized into the new official church, and you live with me, they won't look very closely at our actual beliefs. You wouldn't have to be a hypocrite. You could leave that to me. Then our children will only be affected by their decisions, not ours." Another option is to simply flee into exile, though that would cost us our lifestyle and reputations. If we do this, our children, our grandchildren, and our son-in-law would need to leave as well, or else face imperial reprisals. It's not a decision to take lightly. Nor could we guarantee that we would be safe. If we joined the Goths, for example, they might be conquered yet and all of us punished for my defection. If we left for Persia, a new Great King might decide to persecute us as well. Of course, we could just leave for the Western Empire, but we can't be sure that Emperor Gratin would treat us any better than does Emperor Theodosius. Besides, the West is under siege by barbarians as well, though it's more secure than the East at the moment." This is not a decision to make on impulse. But we're in danger already, and we have to consider our choices. I am the last sort to commit treason, but I won't subject my family to extermination because I am too comfortable in my present life and rank. Besides, emigration is not treason. It's simply a change of allegiance and nationality. On the other hand, it would be hard to go East or West and risk facing this all over again. We would have to be confident in our chances first," Lucius began discussing the options, but only once he had dismissed the servants and ensured their privacy for the moment. A tentative smile touches her lips as she up looks at her husband, “Lucius always calm and levelheaded” she says in her head, they are qualities she admires about her husband. When they were young she had a tendency to overacted, but over years Lucia's’ levelheadedness eased her spirited nature, and she matured, mostly. Yes, the decision they must make will not be made lightly, and she will do anything necessary in order to preserve her family. Should Lucius decide to be baptized into the new church it may be the step towards a safe decision, but how much more will he be expected give? In years past she had hoped and prayed he may convert. Throughout their marriage it was often a matter of contention between them. She did finally cease the arguments, but the hope was always in the back of her mind. This option feels cruel to her husband. In the past she may have felt some satisfaction, a reason to gloat, but right now she tries to imagine what it will cost him. With her own beliefs under attack she has found compassion for his plight. The option of going into exile, gathering their household and trying to begin anew with no guarantees a safe haven is frightening. Even seeking citizenship elsewhere offers little comfort. Yet, all options must be considered. Whatever is decided Melissa can see she will be, once more, at her husband’s side. She is not ill to this thought; however, she would be lying if she did not admit she has enjoyed her independence of the last few years. The final years of raising their children together were not always peaceful as their bouts of disagreements increased. The last four years apart created a peace between them. Their communication limited to an occasional letter from her to him to inform him that she was well, any problems she was having in their household and of their daughter, who lives nearby. She wonders if spending time together will drive them back to their bouts of discord. She wants to believe they will have an easier time moving around each other than in the past and there have been times when she missed his companionship. All these thoughts whirl through her head as she paces around the room searching her soul for insight and direction. Finally pausing by a window Melissa looks out to the courtyard, it is dusk, the diminishing sunlight darkening shadows in the corners of the yard. “I hate this, Lucius.” She says, speaking her feelings, “The world is changing, and the changes threaten our way of life. I know I have never agreed with your spiritual beliefs, but it is cruel to think of you having to practice your rituals in secret or not at all.” Turning around to face him she holds up a hand, “I know it is unlike me to say such a thing, but I despite our differences I have always respected you, husband.” Leaning against the ledge of the window her shoulders slump a little as she sighs, “I am unsure if running from this problem is the answer and starting over somewhere else…” Shaking her head those dark eyes look to him across the room, “I know this cannot be decided tonight, and I will do what I can to help you.” Yes, Melissa will protect her family and their lives the very best she can and no matter what sacrifices are needed. Lucius Salvos Horatius Comes"To be honest, though I am not decided firmly yet....as I said, we must consider all options.....exile is more drastic and may well be a last resort after all other alternatives have been exhausted. I have to think of it, however, along with all other choices. I am a loyal citizen of the Roman Empire and a loyal subject of the Emperor. Furthermore, I always have been, though I preferred some Emperors to others. It is not a light thing to consider. I don't know Pahlavi, so Persia would be a rough place to live. That's in addition to religious difficulties with the prevailing Zoroastrian faith." Armenia is possible, as it's a kingdom allied to Rome and Greek is more common. Its Christian ruler is also more tolerant of Arianism. Still, life under an Eastern potentate is always treacherous." The Goths are still in flux, and they naturally view Romans as enemies right now. They're also negotiating a peace treaty with the Emperor, so we might become little better than hostages in their custody." The Western Empire is still linked to the East, and Gratin is as firmly Athabaskan as Theodosius. He might be more tolerant, but he might not. And he might consider me a deserter, even if I offer to join the Western legions. The Huns are savages, from what I can tell. I don't trust them at all." So, as you said, fleeing may well be unwise. And probably a last resort when we have nothing to lose by trying it." We have to continue talking this over, and we might want to consult our children as well, not to mention our servants to see if they have any insight. At this point, I'm open to suggestions and counsel from almost any quarter." If I have no more feasible options, however, I am leaning toward baptism. It grates at my soul to think of submitting to this edict, though I usually accept the will of Augustus without reservation. Still, Julian has been dead for over 16 years now. Theodosius is our Lord, and one doesn't lightly defy him. Given what he did to the citizens of Thessalonica, he is capable of some real terror and slaughter." Perhaps I can still perform my sacrifices and libations in secret, perhaps not. I hear talk of Inquisitors and secret agents, which is hardly reassuring. Oh, well, in any case, let's take a rest from this conversation and have breakfast. My body needs food, as does yours, though my present situation threatens to rob me of my appetite." I will instruct the servants while you are here to treat you with the proper respect due to the mistress of the house. Whatever our differences, you are still my legal wife, and thus deserve their obedience. I don't know if you will choose to stay or leave, but while you live here, I intend to ensure that you are treated well here." I have duties of a military nature after breakfast, and a few other errands to perform, but I will return for supper, and we can talk this over again after we dine. Furthermore, I doubt that I will be able to take my midday meal here, but I usually eat sparingly at noon anyway. And I seldom drink wine, of course." But, for now, it's time to break our fast, Melissa," he finally spoke her name, being a little less formal for a change. He had suspicions that she would be around for a while, after all. He might as well get comfortable with her presence. The sound of her name on his lips, a forgotten familiarity, brings a small smile to her lips. She did not have much of an appetite, but there is no logic in skipping meals. Her steps follow after her husband to the dining room and while it has been years since they’ve shared a meal time the event is not awkward, but a mostly quiet affair. Many thoughts occupy Melissa’s mind, not only their current situation, but also how will it be living with her husband once more – will they better move around each other in order to avoid agreements? It will be best, she decides, if she tries to keep her presence to meal times unless he requests otherwise. He has his life here and must be reasonably happy as he’s stated no desire to rejoin her in the last four years. Though she too has been happy running the household independently there is a small part of her that wished their arranged married might have developed differently, but she could not complain. They are cordial after all, and he has always been respectful – even now – when they’ve been separated for so long. Bidding her husband a good day before he leaves Melissa goes about getting herself settled. She asked the head housemaid to show her to a comfortable guest room and requested her trunk be brought from the carriage. While waiting for her possessions to be brought to her room she wrote two letters, one to the head housemaid of her home to explain she would be gone for an indeterminable amount of time and then another letter to their daughter Amelia, it would be hardest to be away from her and the grandchildren for an extended period of time. The letters sent out with the dismal of the carriage back to their estates. The rest of the day is spent unpacking and familiarizing herself with the layout of her husband’s estate. The staff followed their instructions and are exceedingly respectful and answered any questions she had. Each day cannot be spent this way she will need some distraction during her stay, Melissa hates to be idle. Lucius Salvos Horatius Comes Count Croatian tried to keep his mind off the issues of his marriage, his estranged wife, and the possible need to convert to Christianity while doing his military duty.....and yet the last didn't escape him....couldn't escape him. Especially when Imperial secret agents came to arrest Livia nus, his male lover and comrade in the cavalry. Unlike Croatian, Livia nus was less discreet about some matters.....including his firm adherence to the cult of Mithra's. He had often tried to get Croatian to become an initiate....but Croatian had refused. The mysteries of Eleusis in Athens were enough of mystery for him. Mithra's hadn't protected the late Emperor Julian, after all. If they knew about Livia nus and came to arrest him..... Horatian could well be next. If so, the only way that he could protect anyone, including his family, was to convert now. The consequences of that choice could be faced later, when he was safer. There was nothing he could do for Livia nus, sad to say. He had refused to be taken alive, killing three agents and wounding the Inquisitor in the process. Count Croatian urged his mistresses Anna and Thalia to flee to Athens until they were safe. This was a twofold thing. He would probably resume his affair with them in time, when the time came....but he wasn't about to endanger their lives. Also, while Melissa lived at his estate, it seemed imprudent to remind her that he didn't believe in, let alone practice marital fidelity. She probably knew it, anyway, but in case it upset their precarious truce, he chose not to rub her face in it. Athens was a heavily pagan city, even now.....there would be plenty of sympathizers willing to help the daughters of a prefect and a Greek Sophist, respectively. Especially Anna, who was also widow to Livia nus. Which reminded him of another reason not to keep them around....there was likely no way that Melissa would understand their strange love triangle. She might hear whispers of it at any rate, but there was no sense of keeping around a living reminder of it.....at least until a new understanding and arrangement in his marriage of some sort had been reached. This was all on his mind, even as he took a brief detour en route to home....at the local basilica....where he demanded that the priest baptize him a Christian of the imperial Catholic Church. Not that he had to insist very much. The priest naturally considered the resolve on the stern Roman officer's face to be a sign of piety and true religious faith....instead of the ambition and determination to save his family that it actually was. This was a personal sacrifice, nothing more. May the Gods forgive him, he hoped, as he dried off the sacramental waters and dressed once more in his armor. Even a false conversion probably irked them. When he returned to the estate, however, the deed was done and a load of worry was gone. He had taken the necessary public steps....demonstrated his compliance to the will of Theodosius Augustus. His family should be safe now from the consequences of his prior defiance and his now secret religious beliefs." Send for my wife, Agamemnon," he ordered the Sarmatian slave whose bearing didn't resemble his famous namesake's regal hubris at all." Oh, and Agamemnon.... I want you to get baptized tomorrow. Tell all the slaves who haven't converted to do so. That way, it will make the right impression. I want the priest to think that I put my foot down and demanded that my whole house be Athabaskan. In private, you can still worship your old gods, but in public we're all good Christians now. Is that clear?"" Yes, master," he replied, and headed off to inform the lady of the house. Meanwhile, Croatian wondered what his estranged spouse made of his estate, having come to stay, at least for now. The estates are beautiful, Melissa enjoys their beauty, but she misses home. She had forgotten how distant Lucius can be and though she does not blame him-it is him - she always wanted more. It did not mean he was not forthright, but emotionally he was always away. Wandering the back gardens she considers how she will spend her time at her husband's chosen estates - he did not wish to live her anymore - even in their unhappiness moments how does that not hurt? Still, she understands and understands there is no way her husband has gone without pleasure for four long years. All these thoughts travel through her mind. These are things she will need to accept if she stays. She will do her duty - as she always has - what point is there to try and change how they move around each other now? She can think of none. It will be best if she leaves him to his business and be there for when he wants her. As the day progresses Melissa walks through the house again and takes in a small meal of fruit and a small glass of wine. The unfinished glass is carried with her to the courtyard where she sits on a bench and thinks on the days ahead and what she must do. She did not dislike her husband, no she cared for his well-being and wanted his happiness even though she knew it did not lie within their marriage. A part of her curses this edict before now they lived in peace separate and now more than likely they will need to learn to live together once more. Her thoughts are interrupted by a male servant, one whose name she has yet to learn, "My lord Portion is home and commands your presence." Melissa bows her head slightly, "I will follow." Lucius Salvos Horatius ComesHoratian greeted Melissa with yet another kiss, this one a little warmer but still relatively proper. He hadn't discussed sexual matters with her during their marriage, aside from the more conventional acts performed within their marriage, and then only when alone with her. He never engaged in very passionate kisses with her in front of their servants or others, either. He had been very old-fashioned that way, more because this was an arranged marriage than anything else. Melissa's strict Christian upbringing and traditional Greek parents were another factor. Greek women of Melissa's noble rank were usually quite sheltered.........which reminded Croatian of a possible reason that his wife might have enjoyed being alone for four years. A certain freedom would have set in. It might be hard to give that up, even for a short time, to go back to being a respectable lady of the house and wife to an autocratic military man like himself. He also had no intention of letting her know that he had two mistresses whom he had sent to Athens or that he had a now deceased male lover and fellow cavalry officer who also happened to be husband to one of his mistresses. No, she could wonder what he did for sexual gratification, as he did with her. Not that he worried. If she had lovers, she was as discreet as himself. That was all he asked. He didn't rub her face in such things, and he considered it only polite that she returns the favor. On the other hand, if she had followed her Christian faith in matters of sexual morality as well as dogma....she could be very much in need of sexual solace after four years. He tended to assume that everyone sated such desires, as it was only practical to do so..... but Christians were often very strict about those things. And Melissa had come to him a virgin, of course, when they wed. Well, time to get his mind off such matters and onto the present concern...." My dear wife, I have some news. A comrade of mine was killed resisting arrest today by Imperial secret agents. When I realized how serious and earnest the Emperor clearly is about this matter, I knew that we were in imminent danger at this very moment and I had to act more decisively and immediately in this case." He drew a deep breath." So I went to the priest of the nearest church, and got baptized into the official state religion. The servants are all getting baptized tomorrow, so that the household is ostensibly Christian, and the priests don't get suspicious. I suppose this means that I must attend services now and then. I doubt that they will bother or harass you now that they know that I am Athabaskan, but you might want to attend catholic services as well from time to time. Arian priests will be hard to find after this, anyway, I predict." On a more mundane subject, have you settled in for the time being? I don't know how long you will need to stay here, but I want you to be comfortable and have a place to sleep. I won't ask you to sleep with me, if you would rather not. On the other hand, I wouldn't mind enjoying my conjugal rights on occasion, on one condition. I will not sire any more children. We're both too old for that to be practical. Coitus interrupts it would have to be. But again, I will not force myself on you, if you prefer to be untouched," he chose to speak frankly, since they were alone now. He wasn't going to let his sexual desires rule him. He indulged those urges when practical, but the act wouldn't rule his life. Furthermore, he was certainly not going to force any woman, including his wife. There were always whores, though he hadn't been to the brothel since taking three lovers. Well, those lovers were gone, one of them permanently, and he wanted to be sensible. In any case, he wouldn't mind sexual congress with his own wife, but they were estranged, and he would understand if she chose not to do it. He would never divorce her, of course. Especially not now. He simply saw no point to starting fresh when came to marriage. Besides, what would happen to Melissa? He was too compassionate to leave her with only her dowry for subsistence. Melissa hands her empty goblet to the servant before taking a few steps to near the distance between her and her husband, “Welcome home Lucius.” Her chin rises automatically to accept his kiss and in turn offers him a smile, after a day alone in a strange home she is happy for his company at least that is something after such a long separation. He wastes no time in telling of his news this delivers shock to straight to her core as they’d only begun to speak of what would be best for their lives and of their family. As the shock diminishes a wave of relief wash over her and the burden which has been on her mind and soul lifts. At the same time there is pity felt for the sacrifice her husband has been forced to make. “You have made a great sacrifice, thank you. I am relieved that our family is safe, at least at present. I will of course do my part and attend services. You may consider us attending services together, from time to time, while I live with you.” And how long will she live here with her husband? She wonders. Melissa will defer to his judgment remaining at his side the good wife for as long as is needed. The last few years of independence have suited the woman and living with Lucius will change things, but it is not her place or way to complain. “Yes, I am settled, I chose a suitable guest room for my stay.” The second half of his inquiry, his request, is something of a surprise and brings warmth to her body, but not from embarrassment or disapproval, no, it is of guilt. Melissa had kept herself chaste, respecting her husband and their marriage for both herself and her religious faith until six months ago. She never had any intention of taking a lover, in a moment of weakness she gave into the intoxicating thrill of lust. The affair with the poet Vincent, 10 years her younger, lasted barely a fortnight before she sent him away, her thoughts and soul heavy with guilt over the transgression. For weeks after she berated herself and spent much time on her knees in prayer, burying the secret deep within her soul and swearing never to be so foolishly weak. It did not matter if her husband had lovers, an assumption she has made, especially as their time estranged lengthened into years, she was not free to do the same. Now, he asks if she will share his bed on occasion, how can she refuse? To say no, he may understand, but he may not – he might suspect, shame burns in her stomach, but she retains a calm demeanor. The brief affair had awoken the forgotten need and desire for sexual satisfaction. “My husband, I have no desire to birth any more children,” a smile shadows the corners of her lips, “Our grandchildren are the only children needed in our lives. I am agreeable to sharing your bed when you wish and in turn offer my bed, should the desire arise, and I am not laying beside you.” The thought that if she is a good, respectable wife who can please her husband sexually then maybe she can forgive herself of the transgression. Of course, she will not reveal her transgression; she spoke of the affair to no one and was discrete during the time of seduction. No, this was her burden to bear alone. All she can do now is try to make things right, in her view, while she is living with her husband. Lucius Salvos Horatius Comes"Well, I trust that I will not disappoint you in that respect, or in any others. Shall we dine?" Croatian answered crisply, wanting to get his mind off his new religious affiliation. It already plagued his soul, though he knew that the Gods would understand him. He kissed her again, and went to refresh himself before supper. He tried to think about how at least he had civil and pleasant conversation with his wife...so some good came of this. Furthermore, he also worried about what might happen to his children....their children. As they part before dinner Melissa watches Lucius leave the room and thinks a bit about the last part of their conversation. She wonders if there ever was any true passion between them – lust maybe – in the beginning, but she was always so reserved. It was how she was raised a wife’s duty is to serve her husband in all things. She believes she was always a good wife running a proper household and a good mother. The bedroom was a different matter…shaking her head she clears the thoughts away. Perhaps things could be different between them. They were older and could surely find a civil if not somewhat affectionate companionship? Melissa isn’t sure how well they will live together after the sentimentality of their past has worn away. Walking to the dining area she overseas the setting out of dinner and declines wine when it is offered opting to drink grape juice, she wants to keep her head clear. The awkwardness is less between her and Lucius, but at the same time it is not easy. She has been civil and wants to be supportive of him in this difficult time. She remains standing until he joins her and then greets him with a smile. How long will this live arrangement last? This is a constant question in her mind and she tells herself,“ Until Lucius sends me home – that is how long I will stay.” Melissa eats slowly and light, her thoughts on their children. Amelia she sees weekly as her marriage did not require her to live faraway. Camus on the other hand she does not hear from often, common for a solider, she wonders if he contacts his father regularly. “Lucius I would like to discuss our children.” Melissa begins and then pauses taking a sip of juice, “I know they are grown and capable of their own decisions, not to mention Amelia is married and the guardianship of her husband; however I think we should inform them of our current arrangement and of your decision to be baptized. Amelia knows I have to come to see you, but I did not go into much detail otherwise.”“Perhaps when the time comes for me to return home you may come with me and visit your grandchildren. Amelia has produced two fine boys though I think she hopes for a daughter in the future. I think Camus should also take a bride in the next few years. We might consider making those arrangements while I am living with you.” The last part regarding their son is said as an afterthought. Of course Melissa wants to see him settled with a pretty woman of good breeding, a woman who will bear sons and carry on her husband’s name. Melissa has taken to grandparenthood and dotes on her two small grandsons spoiling them whenever the opportunity arises. Speaking of their children is all they have in common and an easy subject to bring up in order to break up the long silences. She didn’t need to ask of his day she already knows it has not necessarily been a good one. First, she shows up unannounced then his conceding to the new religious decree, at least on the outside. Lucius Salvos Horatius Comes Count Croatian thought carefully about the issues that Melissa raised. Well, this was the sort of thing best handled with cooperation and not rancor. A father and mother should present a united front. And she was right. He needed to see his grandchildren and get to know his son-in-law. He knew little about him except that he was an accountant with the state salt monopoly and at least ostensibly Athabaskan in his beliefs. Horatian certainly missed his children, but he wanted to give them a chance to adapt to their new lives without his meddling. Well, it had been four years. He had corresponded somewhat with Camus and Amelia, but he knew far more about his son and heir, due to their shared profession of war and their military contacts. He knew a lot less about his daughter, whereas he could tell that for Melissa the situation was reversed. As for Camus's marriage, well, that was a good idea. One of the few good things about the Christian dominance of the Empire (and there were remarkably few such positive aspects compared to the many negatives in his mind) was that the old ban on military marriages from Vespasian's era was revoked. That was useful, because someone had to inherit the family estates, now that they were safe from the Imperial Inquisitors. Amelia's children belonged to her husband's line, at least in terms of probate law." Melissa, I must concur on several points. First, our children will have a hard time understanding why I have converted unless I explain it to them in person. They know very well that I have been a fierce pagan most of my life. They will find my baptism hard to credit otherwise. Furthermore, they will be confused and perhaps even disturbed." I must take them into my confidence and let them see that the family's safety right now is of paramount importance in this dangerous time. Private convictions can be followed and perhaps even declared at a later date, when the peril is ended. Glorious or not, martyrs leave too many widows and orphans." Secondly, I think it is high time that I see my grandsons and get to really know my son-in-law. That's not counting Amelia herself. I have missed her these past few years. I want to see what kind of lady and matron she has become. You know her far better these days than I do." Third, the matter of Camus's marriage is urgent, indeed. He needs a fitting wife. It's probably best that she be a Christian of the Athabaskan sort, though not one so pious in her faith that she scares him off or bores him. Slave girls are nice and all, but they can't give him an heir. What he makes of his marriage is his responsibility, but it is our duty to find him a suitable wife for one of his station." There is one other matter, however. I think that it is time that I have ended my isolation from my mother's family and revealed my secret. If nothing else than to try to protect them from the Emperor and urge them to officially convert. My mother was a Jewess. You deserved to know that years ago," he informed her, wanting to explain things better." Let us not give false hope to our children, in case of the worst in terms of our marriage. Then again, the worst is only a return to our separation. Divorce is not going to happen. Let us simply relax and enjoy each other's company, and see what comes of that. I will not rule out a reconciliation, but I will not make promises, either, at this point. It is too soon. But I believe that more honesty, to a certain extent, would be useful in our marriage. On the other hand, some issues are best avoided, and some questions not asked or answered, when they might cause jealousy or pain. The important thing is cooperated in our roles as parents and grandparents, to work together to preserve our family." The only impediment to our visiting Amelia is the war against the marauding Goths. I believe that it may end soon, though I am not a liberty to say why I believe that. When that happens, we can make that trip with relative ease. I hope that she won't resent me excessively for my extended absence. This war has kept me especially busy." Also, a further benefit to this plan to arrange a union for Camus will be the chance to work together for a common goal, to prove to each other that we are on the same side," he added, his gray eyes watching her closely as he sipped his usual vinegar water (a treatment to water that he habitually used to keep it safe to drink). He hadn't drunk wine since a particularly bad binge as a youth that left him so hungover and embarrassed that he loathed it as a consequence and made him turn to Stoicism as a moral code. Well, he supposed that he would have to get used to the taste again, at least during Mass. He didn't mention, of course, what his plan really implied...not in so many words, that he was giving Melissa another chance to prove a compatible wife. It might be a good idea, if practical. A conventional family life, or at least some semblance of it, was more in keeping with the image of a Christian than an extended separation. That was not counting the fact that he wanted to protect the mother of his children from any suspicions about her own piety or virtue. There was no predicting what might tip off the Inquisitors and other secret agents about supposed heresy or religious dissent. A married woman with an Arian past living on her own was automatically suspect, and he knew that implicitly. At the very least, the appearance of a reconciliation would help their cause with the authorities. Melissa listens quietly to Lucius taking in bits of food and is relieved that he agreed with her opinion of what is currently best for their children. It was often the one area in their lives where they did not argue. What she did not expect to learn was the heritage of his mother, it was almost confusing why he had kept this from her all these years of their marriage and that bothers her, but he is telling her now. If there is to be peace then no bitterness can be held between them. He had his reasons not to tell her before, so she accepts that he has chosen to tell her now. Reaching for the goblet filled with grape juice she sips and then sets on the table and turns her head to looks to her husband. Then there is the implication of reconciliation. She hadn’t expected this thinking that they would go back to their arrangement once the danger had passed. There are past regrets, she had not live up to what she was raised to do and that was make her husband happy. Sometimes she did not know when to quiet and pressed her opinion far too often. It didn’t matter so much that she ran a near flawless household if your husband is unhappy with the mere site of you then there is failure. If this situation is offering a second chance for their lives together as a married couple then she would try and make sharing a home peaceful. She has to admit surprising that he is willing to consider the possibility. Pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind, “Amelia understands, not that we have spoken at length on the subject, still a visit will be nice. When next I write I will mention our future intentions, but will leave the explanation of your recent decision for you to explain.“I suspect that as we attend services we may meet a number of families with eligible daughters, but I suggest, and I’m sure you’ll agree that we not rush into choosing. I think a capable moral woman from a good household is suitable perhaps from a family who is not stodgy in their beliefs and protective of their daughter.” This would be her compromise when it comes to her son’s marriage what Lucius had said earlier about his wife not being too pious stung because she knows the root of those words. Glancing down at the table, she plucks a grape from the plate and pops it into her mouth. She’s not hurt, not really, so a smile crosses her lips. “It is a nice evening would you like to walk through the gardens after dinner?”

Count Horatian- 380 CE|rating:3.0

Blood as Sweet as Honey (LovelyLiterate & beanhollow)

Jason Fields (wanted out of the ridiculous cycle of events that had been his life for the past 10 years. Time was an odd concept to a man who had lived for over 329 years. These days, Jason couldn't exactly remember his life back in the late 1600s, but there were moments that brought him back to reality, flashes of a past life that seemed more like a movie than actual events that were tied to him these days. He remembered going to the market in some small town outside of Paris, how he was supposed to sell the cheese his family had been producing when he stayed out late chasing a beautiful redheaded woman. He had done something he shouldn't have, annoyed some powerful family, and the last thing he remembered as a human was a sharp and agonizing pain shooting through his neck. He had awoken three days later in an abandoned castle surrounded by five corpses. Only then did he learn that a vampire named Jules Bastion had been hired to get rid of him. Jules was a lesser vampire, and working under the protection of a baron he was allowed to kill as he pleased and no one would question the body count. Jules had grown tired of doing all the baron's dirty work, so he had decided to create a few other vampires to help him fill the baron's orders. Jules explained that creating a vampire was quite the difficult task, and that out of the last 58 attempts, Jason was the only one to survive the process. Jason of course was not thrilled to learn that he had been transformed into some unholy creature, or that his new life was to be spent following the orders of some mad baron. Yet time was a funny thing, and soon enough the baron passed away. Without their patron Jules and Jason went their separate ways as well. Jason travelled the rest of Europe, slowly learning of the reclusive Vampire community and the rules and customs of their society. Most vampires never killed their targets. Why would they, it would only lead to unwanted attention and fewer meals in a steady place you could call home. The rules for this world were strict, but they were simple. Vampires had existed for thousands of years and gone undetected because they followed the rules. He was to do the exact same thing, and if he did as the society instructed, he would be allowed to live the rest of his immortal life as he saw fit. So the decades passed, and those decades turned into centuries, and the world began to change in front of Jason's eyes. He was able to see the world go through industrial revolutions, he witnessed nations rise and crumble, and had seen two world wars that had changed how humanity looked at itself. Throughout all of these developments the Vampires would occasionally meet from time to time to discuss how to handle their human targets, and whether they should ever reveal themselves. Up until the 1990s, the answer had never changed. It wasn't until Jason had moved to America and began to socialize with a brand-new group of Vampires did he see that life could be different. Each generation of Vampires were different, and this newest and youngest generation was sick of hiding. They all stated that with the internet and surveillance it was only a matter of time before they were found out, so why not get discovered on their terms? It took a decade, but on January 1st, 2000, the world changed when Vampires made their existence a known and public fact. With Vampires going public for the first time, the world changed overnight. Now humans sought out any Vampire they could find. They wanted to know the secrets to immortality and what it was like to live off of the blood of others. Where there might have been hate and fear, the Vampires showed the humans that they had gifts that all humans would want. Vampires were able to excrete toxins from their fangs. These toxins had different effects based upon the particular Vampire and their strength and skill. Yet all Vampires could produce a substance known colloquially as V. V was a super drug, with humans who experienced it describing it as a combination of Ecstasy and Cocaine. It could have highly addictive properties depending on the doses and frequency of its use. Humans couldn't produce it or store it, and the only way to get V was to be bitten by a willing vampire. With that, they became the elites of society. People would give them anything to get a hit of V, and Vampire clubs and establishments shot up around the world where people would throw themselves at vampires to get their taste of this experience. Jason was one of the vampires who found this new attention addicting, at first. It was a thrill to finally not have to hide himself from the world, to have his choice of meals and women whenever he wanted. Yet with age came the knowledge that this was not a system that could last. The Vampires who partook in this system became cocky and vicious, they let the power get to their heads and were surrounded by sycophants who would do whatever they said just to get another hit. Jason was not the kind of person to want followers and minions, he did not want to be pestered by druggies and desperate humans begging to be turned into Vampires. Even with their new popularity and fame, the Vampire number did not balloon out of control. Vampires made it clear that increasing their number was not an easy feat. The humans did not believe them at first, but after a few thousand humans died on international television, the Vampires proved their point. There were still the rare human who asked to be turned, but most now just sought after the vampires for the V and nothing else. Jason had decided to get away from all of that. As a Vampire he could afford to live anywhere in the world. Most Vampires chose to rent out mansions or penthouses in the city to demonstrate their wealth and power. Jason, well he wanted a break from all of this. That is why he rented out a small apartment in the Lower East Side of New York. It was a few blocks away from the nearest Vampire establishment, some Vampire strip club, but beyond that one tower he did not have to deal with the Vampire culture and obsession in his day-to-day life. He had sought out this location for solace, to finally be alone with his thoughts and not have to deal with people begging him for something he no longer wanted to give them. (Alder was ready to move into the next stage of her life. A heavy weight was lifted off her shoulders as her apartment move-in date was finally here. There was no looking back; Only her future ahead of her. It felt good to leave Nashville, a beautiful city in North Carolina that unfortunately hadn’t shed much light on her life. She was ready to leave it all behind, including the people who pulled her down. This was her time to shine and show herself more than anyone else that she was capable of self-control and self-love. Taylor sighed happily to herself as she pulled her little blue Chevrolet Sonic into her newly assigned parking spot, B2. She had never rented her own apartment before, so it would be an interesting transition going from living with Zach, her now ex-boyfriend, to living all by herself. But, Taylor was more than ready for this step in her life. She was ready for New York; Ready to be challenged and ready to make a life for herself clean of V. The past two years had been difficult for the young 25-year-old as she battled against the addictive substances of V. As far as Taylor was concerned, V was essentially a deliciously toxic venom produced through vampire bites. Luckily, the neighborhood she was moving into was a human-focused community and wasn’t advertised for vampires to locate themselves in. This was an essential element in order to keep Taylor sober. She needed to limit her contact with vampires, for fear that she would fall back into her own trap of begging for V, craving that bite all over again. Taylor knew keeping herself away from vampire communities would be a lot easier said than done but at least she was trying. Putting her car into park, Taylor stepped out of her vehicle and let out a long dramatic yawn and stretch, letting her petite frame stretch out as far as she is could branch. It felt nice to stretch-out from the long drive she had made from Nashville, North Carolina. She wasn’t looking forward to the colder winters, but at least she would have the larger city amenities to admire, as well as living closer to her eldest sister. Her sister also helped Taylor find a job at a local dog shelter. It was a start, at least. It was a miracle that Taylor was able to fit all her belongings into her car. Furthermore, it was mostly just clothes anyhow. She would need to go furniture shopping at some point since her place was unfurnished, minus the memory foam bed she ordered on Amazon, which hopefully made it to her doorstep. Taylor began hauling her bags up the stairs, starting with her largest suitcase. As she dragged the suitcase up the first flight of stairs, she heard a loud snap. The handle suddenly broke, and her bag went tumbling down the stairs. “Dammit...” she mumbled to herself, feeling her face go red as she scurried back down the stairs in attempt to pull her back up to the second floor. It was an awkward process getting the suitcase back up the stairs, and she was already beginning to break a sweat, small locks of brown hair falling into her face in the process. Once back on the second floor, she dragged her suitcase across the tile floor before trying to set it upright…which was a mistake on its own. The suitcase had been lovingly overfilled and so it had fallen backwards into the neighbor’s door. The force of the bag making a loud thud as it slapped against the door. If she hadn’t woken the neighbors up, now she had. They really shouldn’t have made these hallways so narrow… As predicted, the commotion outside of her neighbor’s door caused them to take a peek at what was going on, and her embarrassment only heightened as she watched her bag nearly burst at the seams, the zipper exploding and causing her clothing to fall at the gentleman’s feet. Cautiously, Taylor lifted her gaze up to see a rather…handsome looking neighbor standing at the doorway of what she presumed was his apartment. “H-hi.” Taylor said clearing her throat softly. She squinted in pain as if to apologize for her underwear and shirts piling at his feet. “I’m so sorry to wake you so early.” She said trying to keep her voice down before more neighboring people got disgruntled due to her heavy rootedness for lack of a better term. “I think my suitcase is cursed.” She said smiling to him, trying to laugh off the situation. “I’m Taylor, by the way. I’ll be moving in just across from you. I promise I’m not usually this loud…or clumsy.” Taylor scratched the back of her head before bending down to pull the suitcase off his feet and at least attempt to gather the more intimate articles of clothing, so he didn’t have to sort through her thongs or bras. (let out a low groan as he heard something heavy begin to tumble and crash its way down the stairs. This apartment had seemed like a great idea when he first chose this location, but the building was not without its flaws. How many times had he been woken up in the past few months by some rowdy humans running through the complex or by people who couldn't give a crap about anyone but themselves. He was initially tempted to just let that noise go and move on with his solitary evening, but before he could really consider going back to what he was doing before that noise interrupted him, there was a loud bang on his door. This was something he really couldn't ignore, and with a sigh he slid out of his bed to go and find a shirt. He had been lying down wearing a pair of his baggy black pajama pants but as he made his way to the door he found a plain white shirt to throw on just before he swung the door open to see what this disturbance wanted. Jason was not just about to yank the door open and demand an explanation. That was how a Vampire would handle things. They would assert their dominance and make whoever disturb them rue the day they crossed a Vampire's path. Jason didn't need to set himself up for that kind of interaction. Instead, he would take the calm and collected approach of merely opening the door and resting his arm against the door frame as he looked out to see a young and beautiful woman pulling a suitcase into the apartment. The suitcase itself looked like it had seen better days, and he instantly knew the cause of the previous disturbance by the disheveled appearance of the luggage and Taylor herself. As she noticed him staring down at her, she seemed to give him a nervous look before saying hi. That brought a slow grin to his face before he cocked his head to the side and stared into her eyes with a confused but playful grin. "Hey," he responded back, wanting to let her know that while he had not enjoyed the reason for their meeting, he was finding this situation less and less annoying as time went on. As Jason examined the mess in front of his door he nodded to himself before squatting down to help her gather her things without asking if she needed help. He made sure to avoid touching her more intimate pieces of clothing and instead went for a few shirts and some of her pants as he gave her a knowing nod. "Yeah cursed luggage is the worst. You would think we would stop shopping at Curses R' Us, but those prices keep pulling me back in." He flashed her a brilliant while smile, trying to let her know that he wasn't going to be judging her based on this first interaction alone." Nice to meet you Taylor," Jason said as he handed her the few pieces of clothing that he had picked up so far. "I'm Jason. I promise I am not usually going to be rummaging through your clothes like this." She needed to know that he was not going to be a neighbor who she would like to avoid. Wanting to keep things off of her mistakes he looked over at her new place and said, "So, what brings you to this lovely apartment? Is it the lack of the view or just the love for smoke and street violence?" He looked back down in the direction she had just come from. "You know, I am up already, and since you saved me the trouble of having to hear my alarm that I absolutely hate, I could grab the rest of the things if you have anything left downstairs, and you don't want to wake up any of our other neighbors." Taylor had a mess of a first impression, yet her neighbor gave her no reprimand for her loud hallway noises so early in the morning. In hindsight, it made the most sensenothave left Asheville in the middle of the night. A reasonable person might have left in the daylight hours, arriving in the evening of their new apartment...but that hadn’t been an option for Taylor…because…because of ‘reasons'... Taylor’s expression went from that of wanting to hide her face forever to smiling with a warm blush to the gentleman at the door. His wit was a breath of fresh air. She loved that he was indulging in her cursed-luggage joke with stride. Taylor bit her bottom lip and let out a content moan-like sigh of relief. She was enjoying listening to Jason's playful banter. She also took a moment to realize how handsome his smile was, his shiny pearly whites reminding her of the thing she salivated for most in life, and so she had to look away for a moment. What Taylor thought would be the start of an awkward neighborly encounter might have been blooming into the start of a potential friendship, which was exactly what she needed. Perhaps someone to show her the new way of life in the Big Apple city.“Thank you.” She finally managed to reply, smiling warmly to the stranger while taking the garments from his hand that he helped pick up off the floor. "What brings me here?" Taylor asked, almost to herself more so than repeating the question itself. She paused for a moment, wondering what the best answer would be: The start of a new life? Her sister suggesting moving away from Zach? No, none of that was what she was ready to unveil. "Oh, definitely the smoke and gambling. The strippers too." she teased a bit, though, technically she had stripped some in a previous job. Maybe that's what allowed her to find the joke more amusing, just for herself. "My sister lives up here." she said more seriously. "Plus, I've never lived in a city this big. I'm from North Carolina... so it's a bit of a change. I'll sure a day trip to the Adirondacks will be happening when I need my mountain-fix." she mused. She wondered if Jason had explored much of northern New York and the mountains withheld there. "Are you from New York, Jason?"" Are you sure you want to help? I have a lot more bags jammed inBluebellthan you think. Oh, Bluebell is my car's name. She's an oldie but a goodie." she smirked. "Wellll, since you're already up I suppose I'll take up your offer...butonlybecause I don't want to wake any of the other neighbors. I'm stronger than I look, you know." she said playfully while leading Jason down the stairs and opening her trunk. "So...these are the heaviest boxes. Electronics and such. Maybe...you'll have better luck getting these up the stairs than I would? They're pretty heavy though. I don't know how I got them in my car." Taylor said and then proceeded to grab a smaller suitcase and slowly wheeled it over to the set of stairs where the curse began. "I don't think this suitcase is cursed, so I think I can manage it." she teased before lifting it by the handle and making her way awkwardly up the stairs. "Thank you again Jason. This is really kind of you. I'll treat you to pizza one of these days or something, how does that sound?" Taylor knew the favor was small but honestly, she could use a new friend and from the brief interaction she had with Jason, she was enjoying his company. Taylor's sigh of relief, that he could have sounded almost like a moan, sent a bolt of pleasure down the back of his neck. It was one of those sounds that he could listen to all day, and one that hinted at so many more pleasant interactions to come if only he could bring her even more pleasure. That of course, was a thought he would have to push into the back of his head for now. He wasn't here to look for romance, and he knew absolutely nothing about this woman except that there was no visible wedding band around her finger. He enjoyed how she knew there was no need to really answer his question about why she was here. It was a personal matter, and he might have gotten defensive about it if someone had asked him the same question. So when she mentioned stripping he gave her a knowing nod. "Best place to strip or be stripped. Hell, the muggers here tend to want to make us all strippers in a way." He didn't want to scare her off, but she was from a smaller town and Jason thought Taylor should know that this was not the best apartment complex. While he had seen country folk move here to get a taste of adventure, this woman didn't have that aura of naivete that most had when they arrived. He could read her enough to know that she had seen things most other humans hadn't, but that was not something he would ever let her know about. His question naturally prompted one from her as well. The scary part was that he actually almost wanted to answer her truthfully, to tell her that he came from a small town in Italy that no longer existed and that he had been around for far, far too long. Hopefully she wouldn't notice how he glanced up and to the left, trying to remember that story he had concocted for himself to handle these exact sort of situations. "Born and raised. Brooklyn for most of my life, but you know the Vampires have started claiming that area so now it is best to just move on to places where rent is actually affordable." It was best to mention vampires as soon as possible to see her reaction. While he had no intentions of letting her know his real identity, it would be interesting to see if she had an opinion about them beyond what people said in the news and on Social Media. Jason chuckled as she told him that she didn't need his help, but he appreciated it anyway. "I can see, from how loud that bang was I can really tell that you are packing heat." He did a little flex of his right arm, as if to show off his 'gun show' and let her know he was in the same boat. People always looked people like him and Taylor and assumed they were scrawny and couldn't do anything for themselves. As they made their way to her car he slapped the top of Bluebell's trunk and said, "Thank you for clarifying, I was wondering with a name like Bluebell if this was just some high-tech cow or something." He reached for the cables and started to pick them up with ease. That was before he remembered his cover and let out a fake grunt before turning to her as she began to walk up the stairs. "You know in New York they make electronics out of things that aren't rocks and lead. I will have to show you them sometime." He hoisted the box up, careful to check Taylor's back so she didn't see that he could have easily pranced up the stairs with this thing in one hand if he had decided to show off. As they neared the top of her stairs he resumed his position of someone carrying something super heavy and leaned against the wall as if to support himself. "See, that is the best offer I have ever gotten from a random banging on my door. You bring the wallet and I will bring my knowledge of Pizza that is actually good and that doesn't cost an arm and a leg because tourists will pay extra for it." He waited for her to open the door to her place so she could direct him inside and let him know where to put down the electronics." I don't know if you found a job yet, but you should know I will usually be around to help out. I am a freelance writer, it means I hopefully get paid for my hobbies once every few weeks, so I can keep paying the bills on time. Furthermore, I would be happy to show you around once you are settled in and make sure to give you a proper tour." His tone grew a little bit more serious as he locked eyes with her and said, "There are a few places that the Vamps control around here. I don't know what the Vampire population was back in your hometown, but here they have rules and demands. I want to make sure you know what to expect and how to handle yourself around them." His response was a bit surprising as it caused Taylor to ponder his reply, ‘Best place to strip or be stripped.’ Initially she didn’t understand what he had meant. Taylor’s head went to the darkest place possible, wondering if people were stripping other people of their clothing. Maybe the city life wasn’t as tame as the mountains she’d come from. Maybe there we different social norms? It wouldn’t surprise her honestly. Even ‘V’ was becoming a more normalized drug due to vampires. The whole social structure between vampires and humans was a hot-topic in the news, some who were even building conspiracy theories of humans living under a world ruled by vampires soon. Luckily, Jason had clarified what he had meant, and a bit of worry was lifted from her chest. “Oh, so theft is that bad here?” she asked almost wanting some more clarification. Maybe she should have taken her sister up on living with her and her husband for a little while before getting settled on her own feet. It was comforting to know Jason was from New York and that he too wasn’t new to the area. He was already being so helpful by helping carry her luggage, and now he was the inner ear letting her know about the theft being a bigger issue in the area, and of course his warning of the one thing she needed to be most careful about –vampires. Taylor’s initial reaction was perhaps a bit expected for a normal human, or rather, a human with little interaction with the species. Her body grew stiff, and her lip slipped back into her teeth’s grasp. Like any human, this came as bad news, but there was also a rush of hot blood running through her body from the world rolling of his tongue. The only thing that might’ve stood out between that of a naturally fearful woman of vampires and herself was that little bit of fire…or maybe even hunger in her eyes. Maybe it was anger or heartbreak that finally flooded her inner emotions, all tied up in the ex whom she had just up and left. That wasn’t going to backfire at all… Taylor shook her head repeatedly until the ball of emotions left her body. She smiled to Jason and rolled her eyes. “Oh god, I know. They’re everywhere more than ever. Almost unavoidable at this point. Kinda scary, huh?” she said keeping it brief, but there was barely any fear emitted in her voice. She was more annoyed than scared, though, perhaps she should be more scared since it felt like it was an easy place for her to fall into a relapse. There was that familiar happy-hum and moan lifting in her chest as he teased and joked with her. If she were paying closer attention, she could have interpreted it as flirting, but her mind hadn’t quite reached that question yet. She was smiling in that school-girlish way without even noticing it, biting that bottom lip of hers once again. “Bluebell the high-tech cow. That’ll be my new band name once I get in a band.” She teased back before stopping just short of opening the apartment door to pinch his arm. “Oh come on, it can’t be that heavy!” she giggled, “Besides, I quite like my rock and lead collection.” Finally opening the door she looked over her shoulder to Jason, “Oh please do. I need to be well versed on pizza knowledge for potential bar trivia questions. The real question is, do you like pineapple on your pizza? Be careful with you answer though, because either way I’ll be judging you.” She winked before plopping her bag down…softly this time.“I…haven’t found a job yet. It’s…on my to-do list. Along with assembling my bed, which, if you happen to have more free time… I would love a hand assembling the bed frame at some point. Although…maybe getting out and getting a breath of fresh air and exploring what’s around our crumbly apartment might be a more enticing use of our time? Is there a park or something nearby we could walk to?” she pondered while also realizing she just lumped him into that option too. “It’ll be nice to see where I should avoid waving my purse in the air as well as the places where I can wave it around.” Taylor looked away for a brief moment just then as she waited for his answer. She really needed to avoid using words like ‘Ours’ and ‘We’. She had just met this man after all, yet she felt oddly comfortable around him. Jason knew it was a difficult line to walk when it came to warning newcomers to what life in the big city could be like. Most shows and movies depicted New York City as a place of wonder. Yet those shows were set in rich neighborhoods, not in seedy apartments like the one both of them found themselves living in. He could see the worry on her face, and he quickly said, "Only for those who don't check their surroundings. If you walk around looking like you know this is a dangerous place the pick pockets and small criminals avoid you. They want easy targets, so you just let them know you aren't their type, and you should be fine." He watched her reaction to his warning of Vampires, but there was nothing out of the ordinary that could have been used to deduce her past. Sure he could see the mixture of both fear and excitement in her eyes, but wasn't that normal? It was like telling someone a tiger was waiting in the next room. They knew it was dangerous, but that danger attracted them to it at the same time. He gave her a single nod, the slight smile on his face telling her he agreed with her as he said, "Yeah, but I see them as just another form of the social elite. The only difference between them and the rest of Wall Street is that these suckers actually bite you and drain your blood." Best not to get into his personal thoughts on the matter, or on what details to look for in figuring out who was a vampire and who wasn't one. Luckily, these two had other things on their mind. An outside observer might have just called out at them to 'fuck already' by how naturally the two could flirt with each other. Yet for these two, it was the possible friendship that seemed more important at the moment than in possibly finding a partner to become intimate with. "I would totally see your shows, just limit the cowbells to a maximum of five for my sake." The pinch to his arm felt nice, but it sent a bit of panic up the back of his spine. Would she notice how cold his flesh was compared to a normal human? It was still at a time when he could blame it on the weather, and maybe she had never been with a vampire to know that they always had a cool body temperature compared to humans. That is, unless they had just fed off of one. Her apartment reminded Jason of when he first moved into his place all those months ago. Having gone from a penthouse suite to a tiny apartment in the corner of a run-down building had been quite the shock. Of course, he knew that was the kind of shock he needed to ground him back into reality and remind him that he was not some gift to mankind but instead just a mortal who had been pushed into an immortal lifestyle that demanded that he hurt others to survive. Bringing the conversation back to pizzas he gave her a coy grin, knowing that this was a hot button issue that could ruin friendships and make you seem like a heathen for giving the wrong answer. "I have always kept an open mind when it comes to Pizza. So I would eat it with pineapple on it but not insist that those pieces of fruit be on every slice or stay as far away from this Italian/American cuisine as possible. So, does that mean that I have to get out before you throw a kitchen knife at me, or can we still be friends?" Taylor was a truly beautiful and fun woman. Hearing her mention needing help assembling her bed made Jason want to make a few jokes about helping her assemble it if only to make sure that he got to test it out with her later on in the day. He could see himself spending hours in that bed with her, making love until their bodies gave out and just spending the rest of the day in each other's arms. That was not an option though, not for someone who he had just met. He was not going to make her think that the only reason he was helping her was to get into her pants. So he looked out the window and said, "A walk in the park sounds nice."" I can show you the favorite shaking areas and the make out areas, and let you decide which ones you want to frequent the most." He placed down her box and headed back to the door, holding it open for her and waiting until she had locked up her place before starting to descend the stairs. "Well there is always one thing at a time. You get your bed set up and a fridge full of food, then you can worry about the annoying things like jobs and what not." At the bottom of the stairs he waited for her to join him so they could walk side by side to the park." This place isn't all that bad though. I mean, I chose it for more than just the cheap rent. Honestly, that is the only place you might want to seriously avoid." He pointed up to the twelve-story building that managed to stick out like a sore thumb despite not being the largest building in the area. "That is a blood club, a local vampire hangs out. I can guarantee that people will approach you and ask you to come check it out. They are always looking for new beautiful humans to join them and experience V for the first time. Those assholes couldn't give a rats ass about anyone they invite in. They don't care if you get addicted or not, in fact, they are hoping to hook as many people in as possible so that they can become the regional distributor of V." There was a bit of disdain in his voice. He had a few humans who would come to him for the high, but he made sure never to seek out new targets to get them hooked. He was not going to ask her if she had ever taken the substance, figuring that would be a far too personal question. Besides, what if she said yes? Wouldn't that just make him want to reveal his secret even more? He knew he would love to be able to sink his fangs into her neck if given the opportunity. It was a little disheartening to learn about how deep-rooted and involved New York was with. Even more depressing was the amount of crime the city, and the direct town she lived in seemed to hold. She was thankful for Jason’s tips, but it also made Taylor want to run back to where she had come from. It was a shame she couldn’t give Asheville the proper goodbye it deserved, but she had to leave the way she did. “Oh, I’m well aware of not becoming an easy target.” She nodded, though her reasoning were for different circumstances. Or perhaps it wasn’t that different after all? Hearing how the vampires treated humans here almost sounded like she was the victim of the same exact problem just from a different town. It was always a risk trusting a vampire to bite you, and even Zach had drawn too much blood occasionally, which was of course dangerous. In Taylor’s experience, there really is no full way to trust a vampire to give and take the right amount. It was always a gamble, even if it did feel intoxicating good… Taylor was so used to being immersed in the Vampire culture that the signs on a Vampire weren’t all that clear to her. She lived with a Vampire house prior to her move, so there wasn’t much surprising about them. Perhaps she had gotten used to the cold touch and fiery eyed looked before needing to feed. Well, that wasn’t exactly true; Taylor could usually pick up on when Zach was hungry, because for the most part she willingly offered her neck to him. She loved that crazed look in his eye and yet it was the thing that drove her away. He wasn’t tame, and he was causing harm, and she was causing harm to herself, just like all the other poor victims out there in the world. The craving of course, hadn’t gone away. She still wanted V, and she imagined she always would.“I actually really like pineapple on my pizza…” she admitted softly, smiling to him. “I’m weird like that.” Taylor locked her apartment door and followed Jason down the stairs, stretching her arms up nice and far before touching her toes. She hadn’t really gotten out of the car to take a break besides filling up for gas. It was going to feel perfect getting to stretch her legs out some with a new friend. Taylor pondered what other reasons Jason chose to live in the crummy apartments they were in. At least the inside of hers was more renovated than the outside. By the time she hung up a few tapestries and fairy lights, it would be a nice homey nest. “Oh? The Blood Club? Is that really what it’s called? Yikes. Isn’t it weird that they seem to target women? Have they ever asked you?” It was the last question that gave away Taylor hadn’t a clue Jason was a vampire-that, or she was hiding it extremely well, but in all honestly, she didn’t know. There was still some naive and innocent parts that Taylor hadn’t grown away from yet. The previous relationship she was in didn’t help her see things as she should have either and some things were still a little foggy. “Well, I’ll definitely being avoiding that place. A Blood Club isn’t really something I want to be a part of.” She paused for a moment, watching someone in the shadows next to the building the two of them were staring at. “Let’s keep walking…this place gives me the creeps…” she mumbled suddenly feeling that itch in her neck, that throbbing pulse and need coming to the surface. She fought back touching her neck as well, not wanting Jason to know that V was very recently a major part of her life. Taylor picked up the pace, and picked up on a new conversation. “Do you like coffee? Maybe we can stop and get a coffee somewhere and keep walking? I don’t know about you, but I am very grumpy without my daily cup of coffee. Not that I feel grumpy now, I just think a cup of coffee sounds nice. Maybe somewhere further away from a vampire blood bank?” she teased. “And thank you by the way. For showing me that place. I swear I. I could feel eyes on me while we stared at the building. Sorry, that sounds crazy.” She blushed and looked up and over to him, hoping he didn’t think she was just some crazy lady he had to live next door to now. “Ah, the Blue Bird Café. Now that’s a cute name. Do you mind if I grab a cup for our walk?” Taylor gave a soft and hopeful smile as she looked up at her new friend, or rather the neighbor she forced to show her around, and for some reason he joined her spontaneous adventures. "It isn't weird at all. Society and the people in it are the weird ones. Like if I told you I liked bacon in my ice cream people wouldn't bat an eye. But touch Pizza, and honey you just committed a mortal sin." He smiled over at her just as she leaned down to stretch and touch her toes. To her that might just be an average stretch, but it let him know that she was far more flexible than most of the people in this city who spent their lives at a desk and didn't bother to take care of their bodies unless appearance was part of their job. It was true that despite feeding being something primarily akin to eating, most vampires chose their meals based upon their sexual preferences. He had fed on men from time to time, but there was something different about it. It wasn't like their blood tasted poorly, or that an attractive person's blood would suit the vampire more. Without trying to give away the fact that he had insider information in this regard he nodded along, not lying as he said, "They have, there are a few guys out there who prefer the taste of men. Most of the female vampires that I know don't really like to go to these clubs. They have their own establishments. I asked a vampire once about this. He said it was just because if you are going to be sucking on someone's neck for a good few minutes, might as well enjoy touching them." He gave her a playful smirk. "You can use that the next time you picture a vampire biting you. Just imagine them feeling socially awkward about sucking on someone's neck and worrying that someone will think they are gay or into that appearance. It is like they are stuck in high school despite the fact that they are immortal." The pair walked by what he was sure was a vampire waiting to spring out and ask Taylor if she wanted a free VIP pass into the club. He nodded along, stepping a bit closer to her. He could practically hear her heartbeat now that they were only a foot apart as they walked. The thumping of her heart and the pulsing of her veins made his body ache to feed, but he had learned to suppress that need enough while he was out in public. Her next question seemed to be out of left field, but knowing that she wanted to change the subject from one of death and immortal beings made sense." I love coffee. And by that, I do mean actual coffee. Not that sugary crap that you have to spend a hundred dollars for and has a name that can fill up a paragraph of a novel." Luckily the café that she had chosen had exactly the kind of coffee he liked." Please, if you like the feel we can even take a seat and just enjoy the atmosphere so long as the live music isn't that bad today." As they made their way into the shop she would spot a long blue counter to match its name. There was a single other customer in the store at the moment who had taken a seat near the window. There were a few empty tables and some booths in the back. He moved in and away from the register to let her look at the menu. Once they were in the store he gave her a serious look and said, "I know the feeling by the way. That place gives me the creeps. You know we just met but if you ever have that feeling you can give me a call at any point. There are places in a new town that will give you the creeps, and if you are gonna keep treating me to coffee like this I will always be happy to run down and help out whenever possible." He paused for a brief moment before adding, "And you don't need to thank me. This...well this is pretty nice. It is insane that you can live in a giant city like this and never meet new people. Honestly, you got me out of my apartment and talking, it has been a while since I left and met someone new not having to deal with work." Or feeding, he thought to himself. His eyes went wide as he saw who was working the behind the counter that day. Jessica was a young and petite redhead. She came to him every month or so for a feeding. They had never talked about what they did in those meetings, but he had no idea if she would bring it up when he was in the store now. He had never told her to keep his identity a secret, but she had no reason to mention it in front of this new woman, would she? The Blue Bird Café was just as cute as its name portrayed. It was clearly a local hub for a few people, given by the amount of people who had brought their laptops or a nice book to read. It felt so warm and...safe. Furthermore, it felt so...vampire-free in comparison to the vampire club they had just passed. She was glad Jason was there at that moment as well. It helped to feel him near in closer to her, not only keeping her safe from them, but keeping her safe from her own urges. Inside the Café, Taylor inhaled the fresh scent of coffee grounds brewing. There was a warmth that overflowed within her, seeming to calm the rush of blood she had just moments ago when all she could think about was her need for V. It was frustrating how addicted she had gotten to it when she was with Zach. Now, her new high would come from a little coffee bean in the form of caffeine. It would be a much less enticing rush to her senses compared to V, but at least it was something to get her blood pumping. The menu wasn't large but that made it all the more special. If anything it almost guaranteed the coffee would be better. When it came time for the two of them to order, the girl at the counter smiled warmly and beamed happily at Jason.“Jason! It’s so nice to see you! You’re up surprisingly early.” the girl behind the counter teased, knowing he was more of a night owl given who hereallywas. “I'd love to see you soon, and you know, hangout some. Are you free tonight?” The girl asked biting on her lower lip and blushing softly, perhaps a little embarrassed to be asking her vampire source for her desires in public, though it wasn’t like she explicitly asked for V. “Oh god, I’m sorry, are you on a date right now? You two look like a hot-power couple.” The girl took a glance at Taylor before returning her warm smile to Jason. “Let’s schedule a meet up soon-when you have time of course! I don’t want to interrupt your date.” Kate, the cashier smiled and gave that familiar blush from just before and Taylor sensed something in the air. Did...did she have a crush on him? Or was it...something else? As Taylor searched the girl’s eyes, another thought popped into her mind: Could Jason be a Vampire?“I'm Kate by the way, nice to meet you. Anyway, what can I get the two of you?”“I- We...” Taylor stuttered, not sure where to start, and she found herself blushing frantically at the thought of dating someone as handsome as Jason. Taylor wondered if she should admit that they weren’t dating. This wasn’t a date...was it? It was just coffee...but now Taylor found herself looking at Jason from the corner of her eye, admiring his features just a little bit more than before, seeing the potential and desire she hadn’t seen earlier. It was almost nice to pretend at that moment. Before she could give him the opportunity of teasing her for sneaking a side-stare at him, she quickly reverted her gaze back to the menu on the wall of the café, meanwhile, wondering what his response might be to his...ex? Or...friend? Whoever she was.“Um, I’ll take an iced mocha, and Jason will have…” Taylor paused, waiting for him to fill in the space. Taylor realized she hadn’t even attempted to answer the girl’s first question on whether this was a date. She hadn't even told Kate her name. She could have at least introduced herself, but she was still recovering from a blush of her own, suddenly feeling a little shy. Furthermore, she was also still trying to process who the girl was to Jason. If he didn’t know already, this girl was clearly into him, or at least seeking something from him; It was one of two things: A crush, or, a need for V...but which was it? Now it was time to start prodding and poking. It was the first time since the two had met that Taylor let the idea of Jason being a Vampire slip into her mind. She couldn't help but glance at him from the corner of her eye once more, trying to read the situation between Kate and himself, but she hadn't a clue. Maybe Taylor was just paranoid, which made total sense given the situation she had just come from. Taylor found a window seat for the two of them to sit at as they waited for their coffees to be ready. Giving a slightly puzzled look, Taylor tried to process all the questions firing off in her head. “She seems nice. How do you guys know each other?” Taylor said with a warm smile, finding her fingers dancing along the table and to the sugar packets in the tray of condiments, fiddling a bit as she began gently prodding and poking for answers while making casual conversation. “I’m surprised she thought we were on a date because I honestly assumed she was your girlfriend at first, only because she seems to have a crush on you.” Taylor blushed once more, unable to meet his gaze at first but deeming it important to give eye contact since she wanted to know more about him. "Sorry-god that's so invasive of me. I'm just saying she seems really keen on you. I have that girl-intuition, you know." she teased, winking at him, finding it all too easy to be goofy around him, but knowing she needed to get more out of him for her own comfort and safety. If her suspicions were right, she'd find out sooner or later based on his habits, and his need to sleep more in the daytime. "So I take it you're not an early riser?" she asked, mostly going off of what Kate had given her in the small interaction they had with her. Either way, all Taylor needed to do was follow Jason out of his apartment one evening, and if he crept into an alley, she'd have her answer. Simple as that." I'm a bit of a night owl myself. I basically live like a Vampire." she said half-teasing and half curious how he was going to respond, a soft fire returning to her eyes as she looked up at him. Taylor sighed softly to herself wondering if she should admit something so personal so quickly, but, maybe it would allow for him to be more open in return. "I used to date a vampire, actually. It was...interesting. I think that's what turned me into a night owl in all honesty." Taylor admitted, feeling her face grow warm just thinking about how recent that breakup was...how just hours ago she had left the man who ruined her with V. Jason didn't need to know how recent that wound was or how she was addicted to V in the process through him. No, Taylor doubted she'd ever tell anyone the ins and outs of that relationship, but one could imagine how a human dating a vampire might lead to some toxic habits. "In a way, I think I'm attracted to Vampires more than Humans. It's really annoying. So if you know any nice guys that aren't vampires, send them my way." she teased, all the while feeling that stupid pulse in her neck quicken at the near word 'Vampire' rolling from her tongue. Kate had every right to be surprised to see him out like this. It went against every single routine that he followed, so her outburst was understanding even if it made his eyes go slightly wide as she didn't even bother to hide her anticipation for their next arrangement. Despite his initial shock he merely gave her a warm smile, letting her know that he understood that craving. This wasn't exactly akin to a normal drug deal. Jason got something out of this as well, the feeling of fresh blood and the way Kate's body would press up against his as he fed was addicting in its own right. He was thinking of introducing Taylor as a way of avoiding this kind of conversation in front of her, but Kate took notice of the situation and autocorrected to put him in a new awkward situation. Anyone would have the right to assume this was a date, going out to coffee and a walk was practically the definition of a first date after all. Instead of just trying to deny that this was a date outright, Jason instead looked down at Taylor with a curious smile on his face. How would she react to this mistake, would it be something she would bat away as if an impossibility, or maybe even be pleased by Kate's assumptions. There certainly was a blush on her face, but he knew that could mean any number of things. In the end Taylor avoided the question by giving her order and Jason turned his attention back to Kate. "Regular Black Coffee, surprise me with the beans today." He reached for his wallet to let Taylor know that he would be paying for their drinks, "And we are certainly enjoying the stroll and tour of the neighborhood." He didn't want to put any pressure on Taylor, knowing that she was not looking for anything at the moment with way too many other things going on in her life. As Taylor went off to secure their seats while Jason handed Kate his card he reached out, taking Kate's hand and flashing her a hungry smile. "As for your other question, I would be free at the usual time and place tonight, but it would have to be a quick session, so if you are interested just meet me there at around 9:00." He flashed a smile at her then, letting his lips curl up more than usual to give her a flash of a fang so she understood his need was there as well and that she was not imposing on him. When the coffees were ready he took one in each hand and made his way back to Taylor. As he handed her the drink Taylor commented on Kate and her assumptions. Jason gave Taylor a noncommittal shrug and said, "We met here. You go to the same coffee place enough, and you get to know each other pretty well. Turns out we have the same taste in movies and drinks, so we like to get together for a sip or two after work." Certainly not a lie, though clearly nowhere near the truth. Hearing her tell him that she thought Kate was his girlfriend made him laugh, and he shook his head, "But no, we are not dating, and we have had plenty of opportunities to date if that was what either of us wanted." He wanted Taylor to know that he was not just stringing Kate along, although he was giving her something that morally he knew he should deny her. But to him, it was always best to do what he needed to do to keep her out of those blood dens. She tried to apologize for any intrusive statement, and he waved a hand dismissing her fears. "I saw your underwear before knowing your name, I think you have every right to be a bit intrusive here." He winked at her, hoping she knew he was laid back enough not to worry about things like this. Sipping his coffee he nodded as a way of not yawning out for being up before his body was used to. "I think it is just a bad habit that I developed over the years. Staying up when you are stressed just becomes something you grow used to after a few years." It was a blatant lie, and as he continued to listen to her, it was one he realized he didn't have to say at all. When she brought up living like a vampire she would see that he was drinking from his coffee. His body froze for a second at the word, and he stopped drinking while wondering how she would interpret a vampire and what it meant to be one considering how dangerous they were for the public. If he thought that would be the limit to his surprise, she would soon make him actually spit up a bit of his coffee in shock and cause him to cough as he put his mug down hearing her mention she dated vampires." Wow...that must have been an experience." He was sipping the coffee like it was a beer now, unsure if he should bring up the fact that he was a vampire even if he had known her for a while. In the end he decided to go with the safe approach and, "I mean, I have heard people find ways to make it work. What happens if I happen to know any good guys who are vampires? Should I pretend like they don't exist?" He put his cup down then and said, "But you know, I have had more than a few friends who have dated vampires, and they didn't have anything bad to say about the experience." There shouldn't have been a reason why he would want to let her know that his species wasn't completely full of selfish jerks." From what I heard, I think the important thing is finding someone and later realizing that they are a vampire. When you start by wanting to date a vampire I think it gives them that edge over normal people, like they know you sought them out." He paused for a second or two before saying, "Well, I know that this is never a question that you would need to answer, but have you tried V? Either while dating or before you dated that vampire ex?" It wasn't something to be ashamed of in his mind, but he knew that some humans thought the idea of being addicted to a creature like a vampire was somehow something to be looked down on. Like you found a way of making cocaine more shameful. But then again, he would have people coming over to his place from time to time, he wanted to see how offended she was of this idea, in case she ever discovered his secret. Taylor’s blush grew a deeper shade of red as Jason offered to pay for their drinks, which only caused her imagination to grow. Would it be so wrong to pretend this was a date? Jason didn’t need to know she was picturing it that way, and he certainly didn’t need to know how her mind spiraled down the rabbit hole from there. The fact that he didn’t deny nor confirm it was a date made her flush harder. Taylor couldn’t help it either, he was certainly attractive and perhaps too charismatic. She really wouldn’t be surprised if Kate did have a crush on Jason because he wasthatcharismatic. Taylor needed to slow her thoughts down. She was getting ahead of herself, and that was exactly how she ended up with Zach. She was fascinated by him and his confidence in telling her he was a vampire. He was overly proud of that fact, and to a fault, because it did a lot of damage to their relationship, specifically to Taylor. Jason was calm, cool and collected. He was so many things Zach wasn’t, and that was exactly what she needed. She needed someone who could be a steady rock in her life, and in very brief amount of time Taylor had known Jason, she wanted that rock him her life to be him, at least until she got up on her own two feet. Taylor’s eyes grew wide as he nearly spilled his whole drink all over himself. “Sorry!” She whispered and laughed softly to herself, all while handing him a napkin quickly in case he needed it. “Umm, hah, yeah it was interesting.” Taylor blushed once more as she watched Jason’s reaction, clearly having surprised him. Dating a vampire was almost rare now that vampire services like the blood club they had walked by were well established. Most vampires didn’t need one person to feed on, and the ones who did need to be careful which how much blood they drew from their one victim-their partner.” Oh, doyou happen to know of a nice gentleman vampire?” Taylor asked and wiggled her eyebrows. “I mean I do have a thing for vampires, but that can just be between you and me.” Taylor cleared her throat, surprised to catch herself opening up so much to a stranger.but she was so desperate for a warm nest of people at this point in her life. “But, I really shouldn’t be told about any vampire bachelors.” She whispered a bit more seriously.“I never thought about it that way…” Taylor said as if an ah-ha realization hit her on how she did everything wrong in the relationship she had with Zach. They had both sought one another out; and Taylor was curious about vampires to begin with, so being young and impressionable, of course she fell for him. “I think you’re right. It’s so much better if I don’t know right away.” She said with a smile and little gleam of hope in her eyes as she took Jason’s gaze in. Even if Jason was a vampire, which from talking to him seemed unlikely, she had the peace of mind that he wasn’t going to harass or seduce her for her blood. But then came the biggest question of all, the question that made Taylor's pulse quicken against her neck. Taylor knew he was going to ask sooner or later, but she had not expected it this soon or in a public coffee shop. Then again, V wasn’t all that uncommon for someone to try anymore.“You’re dangerously easy to talk to, you know that?” Taylor sighed as she quickly adverted her gaze to the window as if that would somehow miraculously make her blush disappear before her eyes captured his gaze once again. “I…have tried V.” Just yesterday[\i] her mind recalled, and Taylor bit down on her lower lip, chewing on it nervously for a moment. Taylor felt her mouth growing dry as she confessed to using V. Oh god, what did he think of her now? Did he think down upon her now? She wasn’t weak, she was just.caught up in a bad relationship where they both lost sight of things; It was addictive on both ends of the spectrum. “I don’t use it anymore though.” Taylor admitted weakly, as if trying to convince herself that she was done with V and that she was capable of using past tense with a substance she hadn’t even gone a day without V since quitting this morning. “I’m sure you can guess where I was able to get V so readily.” Taylor shrugged her shoulders, unable to bring herself to talk about her previous relationship because the wound was so fresh. “What made you wonder if I used V? Does it surprise you knowing I did?.” Taylor smiled weakly, worried about how he might view her now. Little did he know her last dose was…yesterday, with Zach, and her breakup was…well, this morning. Taylor most definitely wasn’t going to admit to her relationship with V AND her boyfriend ending on the drive to her new apartment. Jesus, Taylor was a hot mess. How the hell was anybody going to keep up with her? The baggage she carried was so heavy, and it wasn’t a burden she wanted anyone to carry. Maybe Taylor needed to think about how she was going to get over V and curb the cravings. Poor Taylor had so much to figure out in life, but she smiled through it all and focused on Jason’s gaze, which was easy to stay focused on. “Have...you tried V? You also don’t have to answer that.” He gave her a noncommittal shrug there. The thing was, he did not really consider himself a nice guy to begin with. He wanted to protect those around him, but he would be lying if he said his distribution of V didn't feel a bit manipulative at times. In the end he had to wonder if only the most self-centered and cruel people were prone to becoming vampires, or if living this all powerful and immortal life would always corrupt someone and slowly take away their humanity. At her next statement he reached his hand up to his lips, pretending to zip them shut before saying, "My lips are sealed unless the person I am talking to just so happens to be a single, handsome, and most importantly a kind vampire." He knew she had just told him that she was joking, so he figured that he would make his response sound like he completely understood. It would be a difficult line to walk after all. If you were attracted to a group of people there was nothing wrong with that. Yet if those people knew that you could be manipulated because of your attraction, that is where things got dangerous. This didn't stop Jason from imagining what it would be like to let his own identity slip loose just then. Maybe carry out this date and end it back at his place with a delightful feeding session. He of course shook that thought out of his head as she showed him how much she wanted to put that part of her life behind her. Hearing her tell him he was easy to talk to he gave her a playful grin, it included a quick flash of his pearly white teeth that might have looked editorial if the pair weren't in a quiet café like this. "I mean, I could easily say the same thing about you Taylor. Maybe we just are on the same wave length." His smile was due mostly to her admission to having tried V. She didn't seem like the type to need it, but now he knew that if he ever wanted to breach that subject with her, she would possibly be interested in sharing that experience with him in the future. Taylor seemed a bit ashamed and embarrassed about her previous use and Jason had to quickly shake his head to reassure her that was not the point of the question at all. "Oh I would never be surprised by anyone using V. It isn't like that is a character flaw at all. People should never judge others by how they relax. 99% of the people who criticize V users just go back home and pop prescription pills as they sit on their high horse anyway." He reached out then, taking her hand in his and giving it a soft squeeze. "I have tried the stuff as well. It is one hell of an experience." He began to stroke the back of her hand with his thumb to let her know that he would never judge her for this. His own statement had been a lie, but as someone who concocted the substance and had talked to the people who he bit afterward, he had a general understanding for how it felt." The problem is it really all depends on the vampire doesn't it. I guess it is like any other street drug, but those toxins aren't naturally formed inside a vampire. The vampire has to learn how to create them, balancing things like pleasure and sedation, mixing in the right combinations to give the desired effects. You really can never tell what kind of trip you will go on until you are bitten, which is a bloody shame."" The reason I asked earlier is that I know there are a few vampires who won't bite the humans they date." He was speaking more from experience as he avoided her gaze now. This was something he had struggled to deal with and added, "From what I hear, it is a power struggle. The vampire wants to be able to bite the person he or she cares for, but they are worried that their partner will become addicted, and it will create an awful power dynamic between the people. Once someone constantly needs something from the other the relationship can change." He looked up at her and added, "I guess I know vampires who have wanted to date humans, who have struggled with things like that is all." He hoped that would be enough to keep the suspicions off of himself. As they were finishing up their drinks by this point he smiled back at her and said, "How about we take a walk back to our places. Maybe you can come over, and I can show you a few places that are both good and a cheap take out option."

Blood as Sweet as Honey (LovelyLiterate & beanhollow)|rating:4.0

Forced Learning 2 Mend a Broken Heart

His first Summer at school Had been the longest Summer of Attains life, or so it had seemed. The Angel had been busy moving into his slightly less small living space, from his student dorm to his Teachers Apartment Which felt more like a small house. The moving wasn't what got to him though, ti was the loneliness, He wasn't the only on still on campus during the summer, in fact it was only about half as packed as the rest of the year. The true loneliness had been the break-up with Luna, he didn't know how to completely handle what had happened last semester yet and had tried to fill the avoid for the first month of summer with minless sex, but that was only a temporary fix and soon enough Attain seemed to have gone back to his abstinent self, trying to work a normal relationship, though they seemed to only last a few weeks, always ending with a complaint that Attain kept the girls at arms length emotional and some times even physical. The only thing that had kept the angel from diving into an endless depression had been his new job, or the preparation for his new job. He was a P.E. teacher now, for specialized classes of self-defense, weapons training, and marksmen, all of which he had been taught to perfect as a soldier of the lord, but through the years had gone dull, or dull for an angel, still he train himself to his limit at least twice a week and for a while his new home looked more like a weapons depot than a living space. It was a week before classes would start now and Attain had just finally finished moving all the weapons from his home, soon he would no longer be living alone. The dean Ferns had informed him he would be sharing his 'apartment' with two other guests, meaning he had to clean out the spare room and the office room for them, it was disappointing at first, Attain had enjoyed the office to use as a dueling room or meditation, the one glass wall looking out to the backyard had added a tranquil aura to his training especially after he had renovated the backyard into a small tea garden, even digging a pond big enough for two KOI he bought on his last trip through the portal, purposeful buying one black and one white, just to humor himself. The pond was connected to a small 3-foot tall waterfall by an ankle deep stream that split the backyard diagonally, a bridge crafted ITN eh middle. The angel had yet to pick out trees, but he figured he would put 2 in to add some shade, this after all seemed like where he would be living for the remainder of his schools life so he had decided to make it as comfortable as possible when he could. The rest of the house held only the essentials, the was a living room that connected to the dining room, both were empty except for a small table and chair which the angel ate at, and a kitchen, along with a full bathroom that included a shower/bathtub and toilet situated between eh guestroom and office, with doors on each end so one could walk through tot eh other room, and half a bathroom connected to allies room with only a toilet and a shower forces, the whole room was technical a large shower with a toilet and small sink installed into it. Altain stood out in his backyard staring emptily at the small pond as he watched the two KOI swim around each other, a memorizing dance of yin and yang that seemed to entrance the angel. With the works equipment back in the gym he had nothing to-do BTU wait for school to start or for his roommates to move in, he saw little point in socializing right now without being forced into it and the internet brought up the wounds of the break-up making his computer only useful for solitary."HEY YOU!" Suddenly Altman was snapped form you stopper as he turned to the sound of someone tapping on the sliding glass door to the office, to his surprise he saw a stranger standing in his home. He was a tallying male, if he were human (which he looked as if her were) Attain would say the boy was in his early twenties, standing just an inch taller than attain with ragged brown hard that looked as if he just woke up, something that was in stark contrast to the boys clean cut polo tee and straight blue jeans. The stranger had obvious show of muscle, his sleeves tight around his arms yet bot so much as to disgust someone, while Attain was slim but toned, this boys' strength was obvious from his appearance, if anything he looked like a not so douche frat boy, like the nice guy of the frat house, the idea of a frat boy brought a slight smirk to Attains face. At least it won't be dull then. The angel though as he slid open the door and stepped up into his house." So I take it you're the landowner? Attain was it? Ferns told me you would be here." The boy said, a cocky smirk on his face as he extended a hand to shake." My name is Kenneth, Kenneth McNeil, but you Kenny for short... any ways I figured I should come here before the maids came in with our stuff." Kenny said in what was obviously and excited voice as Altman finally took the boys hand, in return Kenny firmly shook it before turning as he stuffed his thumbs in his jean pockets and began heading to the door. Tehn it finally hit attain, the angel shook his head confused. "Wait. Maids what are you... I don't have any maids." Attains informed, only to be silenced by the boys chuckle." No not your maids, my. Well to my maids... they are. Er... okay maybe i shouldn't have said maids. My... friends will bring in the stuff, ITN he mean time I figured you would want to meet you other new roommate, she is probably still at the portal, C'mon." And with that Kenny hopped out the front door and down the payment thought eh grass field of the teachers apartments, each apartment WS a small house set up Ina small horseshoe shape with a grass lawn ITN eh middle and payment leading to the street where each 'house' was given a parking spot if anyone opted to own a vehicle, something attain had no use for but it seems Kenny had already taken the liberty of parking his car in as he hopped not eh drivers eat. Attain foll woe behind, still confused, in a half daze from being snapped form his trance he followed aimlessly into Kenny scar, slipping into eh the passenger side before Kenny skid off." I must seem a tad hyper to you don't I?" Kenny finally said about a minute into the drive." I should apologize for that, it's just a little exciting actually being in a place soon to be field with Cryptids."that last sentence in Attains mid solidified the fact that Kenny was a human, or spent the majority of his life as one, very few in the community ever called themselves a cryptid." It's no problem." Was all attain said as he gazed out the window while the car weaved through the campus towards the center for the school, a large clock tower about the heft of Big Ben greeted them, each level of the tower holding a portal for the students and staff to use to go nearly anywhere int eh world. That was the two boys goal as they exited the car and headed up a short two flight for stairs to get tot eh floor." I guess I should warn you, one of the girls you will meet, usually lies to dress .... provocatively i guess you could say... or well two if Victoria is there. And yes it's okay to stare, Dunno I take you as the shy type, figure DI should warn you." Kenny said, still continuing his prey much one-sided conversation before they hit their floor and Kenny TOK the knob, twisting it and swinging the door open. The moment Attain laid his eyes on the girl he froze, his face turning pale as he tot lay ignored the other inner room and took a step back. "WAS ARE YOU DEIGN HERE?!" He exclaimed in pure shock as he pointed directly at Cindy, the blonde little maid he had met last semester, on one of the days that had been burned in his memory, such an award day the angel would never forget. Standing at the portal were Kenny's two favorite blondes. His lovely girlfriend Anna and his obedient maid Cindy. Anna was in a light blue sun dress that signed at the side and flared out to about two inches above the knees. She had matching sparkling blue heels on and the front of her hair was loosely pinned back just enough to keep the hair from her face. It was obvious the girls had shopped together because Cindy's heels were almost identical to Anna's only they were a light orange color. They matched perfectly with her polka-dotted sun dress that came up an inch shorter than Anna's. The top was a halter that tied around her neck to hold her perky chest up in place. Her blonde curls were pulled back in neat pigtails without a hair out of place. Cindy pulled her fingers up to her lips when she saw the way Attain looked at her. It was as if he was accusing her of something bad and was definitely not the welcoming she had expected. "They-they did not tell you I was coming?" She asked with a little fear and skepticism in her voice. Kenny did not know about the first time she had meet with Attain. If he knew she refused a paying client and now her Master's roommate, her roommate, he would be upset. And after her punishment she would die again from embarrassment. Anna's eyes shifted from Attain to Cindy, back and fort. A humored smirk grew on her lips. They had already been there for mere seconds and it was already entertaining. Though she hated the thought of Kenny being so far away, she could not help but hope this would help Cindy take interest in someone else than her Kenny, like maybe her roommate. "So this is him, you really did mess up. He's not bad looking." She whispered to Cindy the help fuel both her fear and attraction to the boy. "I am Anna. Its nice finally meet you." Anna smiled as she took a step forwards to leave room for all their luggage behind them. It took a moment for attain to register the uncomfortable look on Cindy face, his own face turning a light pink from temperament as he lower Desi hadn't OTO stuff ti in his pocket. "I. I'm sorry its just. Don't you already have a job in the real for? Isn't this like a step back for you?" Attain asked, his voice calmer now though he took a step back as Anna moved, to from fear but, he felt uncomfortable now after making such a fool of himself. In his mid he pondered for a second, the question the girl had just asked as well. "Freaking.... Ferns..." Attain cursed out under his breast before glancing up at Anna, he was about to slip his hand form his pocket to extend a greeting when Kenny let out a chuckle." Wait. So you two. Really know each other? And from this poor boys' reaction, I'm guessing you REALLY know each other." Kenny burst out, finally putting two and two together, his face plastered with a devilish grind s he draped an arm around the angel. "And here I thought you were one of the shy virgin types..." HE admitted with another friendly chuckle before stepping away form the bewildered attain, heading over to Anna to slip behind her and wrap his arms around her hip while his head nuzzled into her neck for a soft kiss. The boy had his own worries of leaving Anna all by her lonesome, he wasn't afraid of infidelity, he just felt uncomfortable, after finally recovering from his injury a few weeks ago he now had to leave his Anna again. He thought at the same time was almost too happy to be leaving the mansion for a place with a bit less sexual atmosphere, and a bit more magical as well. "You must have paid a fortune... I don't remember Cindy being cheap." Kenny mused with a wink to the little blonde before grinning back to the angel who had gone a full red. Altain couldn't believe the mouth on this boy, so loud and hyper, he didn't seemed to mind talking about the vulgar, but then Kenny could easily be a worker for the female shoppers at the mansion. "I...no... Ferus...took me there without telling me before hand." attain tried to explain before shaking his head quickly. "Anyways, where is your luggage? I CNA be of assistance so you don't have to keep driving back and fort." The angel offered, obviously wanting to move onto a new topic, his eyes seemed glue dot eh ground most of the time, only glancing up to speak to Kenny, his eyes shifting to both of the girls for milliseconds AAT a time. "Where is all of your stuff any ways?" "I'm still a fledgling. Mistress thinks I need to know more about this world." Cindy tried to explain in a soft sheepish voice. She was staring at the floor now but glanced up when Anna elbowed her in the side "He's as red as you are. You two have a lot in common." Anna whispered in her ear. That was just before Kenny came and wrapped his arm around her. Her smile grew warm as his warm kisses met her n and she instinctively rolled her head back against him. She let go of her luggage for the moment to link her fingers into his. The young vampire thought about Anna's words carefully. Could Attain really be attracted to her? She considered maybe try going out with him or making him one of her blood donors. Then Kenny passed by, and she sighed as she got a good whiff of his blood. Was it right to fool around with their roommate? She wondered. A smile grew on Cindy's lips and her cold heart skipped a beat when her Master winked at her. She could feel the heat in her cheeks by the way he talked about her. A funny mixture of pride and embarrassment was mixed within her. At least her Master seemed happy. That was all that truly mattered. And like her Master, she was eager to be in a new place away from all those maids, and most of all the Mistress and her clients." The bags are right here." Cindy said gesturing to the cases behind them. She was almost too grateful the boy had changed the topic. There were enough bags for each person to handle two of them. So Cindy and Anna each took a handle, and they all headed downstairs and to the care to head over to see the apartment. Anna sat in the front seat with Kenny. She rested her head on his shoulder the whole drive, dreading the time they would have to really say goodbye. Cindy sat awkwardly in the back with Attain while staring out the window. "Really?" Attain and Kenny said near simultaneously, making attain take a step back slightly surprised as Kenny continued. "You were a new outfit nearly every hour at the mansion, and this is all you bring?" Kenny asked a picked up the two largest bags, slinging one over his shoulder before too sign the other at attain to catch." He has a point, and your living in an apartment, the only furnishing I have is what I bought from eh local stores, your rooms have nothing in them." attain warned huffing as he caught ETH bag unexpectedly, staggering tot eh side bit as eh stepped around eh two blondes still hesitant of them as he went to grab the next largest bag he could, both boys actually going for a third bag out of either a gentlemen personality or their own competitive spirits beginning to fuel each other, though it wasn't said out right the latter seemed to ring the truest." So then you know ferns personal too?" Kenny asked as they got int eh car, the conversation seeming to perk up attain as the two talked of all the stupid things they had seen the Draw do, or all the silliest pickup lines the man had used that actually worked." And the next day I find Ferns lying atop the diving board with our former swim instructed on a floaty in our pool, I swear it was more cum than it was water." Attain said with a light chuckle."the janitors must hate their new boss if he keeps pulling tricks like that." Kenny assumed as he kept along, his joyful mood now more a mask to hide the small anxiety he washing tour leaving Anna now, he wasn't going to miss the sex from eh mansion, though fun it had become a daily event nothing too exciting, but with Anna it always seems to be interesting, it was one of the reasons he was going to miss her."Oh, now the janitors love him, or at least one of them does, if you know what I mean." attain replied as they pull DUP to the apartment circle, the boy stepping out of the car not a moment after it stopped, even thought eh mood of their conversation has changed to a higher tone, the angel had still been all too uncomfortable sitting back their with Cindy, he at times wondered how much worse ti could have been though, if instead he had been stuck with the twins that had followed her."any ways, your rooms are straight to the back, you two can go pick which you want, and for those with a sun sensitivity, don't worry we filter the sunlight on campus." attain added the last part knowing all too well Cindy was a vampire, though he had yet to peg Anna or Kenny's race, Anna was slightly pale and could pass for an undead, but there was something purer about her, something familiar to him, and Kenny on the other hand had his own nice tan and seemed a little too alive." Alright, I'll pick what ever room Cindy doesn't want, though I'm design it is still too late ITN eh day to buy some furniture?" Kenny asked curiously, "If we could even afford any, I've been flat broke for nearly 2 years now." The werewolf added as he head din tot eh house and dropped the bags. "I guess Cindy and I can sleep with blankets and the floor for now." "Speaking of money, I almost forgot." Anna said as she reached into a small pocket in her dress and pulled out two plastic cards. "Victoria told me to give you these. It should be enough to support the two of you for a semester." She said handing them to Kenny. She would have given one to Cindy, but the girl had already begun to wonder further into the house. "This is a nice house, simple but cozy." Cindy stated as she finally reached the two back rooms. She entered the smaller room of the two and stared at the back wall curiously. There were shades pulled down over a large window and glass door. Eagerly Cindy raced up to it and pulled the string to see what was on the other side. "Wow." She gasped when she saw the landscaping of the backyard. Instantly she began to fantasize about a romantic moonlight stroll with her master over the bridge. "I want this Room!" She called out, claiming her spot loud enough for the entire house to hear. Anna laughed as they walked through the house. She was practically attached to Kenny's side as they left the bags in the front for now. "I think she found her room." Anna mused. "So I guess that means this one is yours." She said as she stepped into Kenny's empty room. As soon as they were in she turned to face him, slide her arms around his neck, and gave Kenny a deep passionate kiss. She could not help herself. The thought of having to leave him there for so long was sad and made her want him more than usual. She just wanted to feel his warm lips on hers, his human touch for a last time. "I'll show you all the places to shop tomorrow, I have eto buy more wood for the bridge any ways." Attain said to the couple, only moments before Cindy claimed her room, the angel leaving the two to peak into what was two Cindy's livings space. "You know this room gets colder than the others." EH, stated informatively as he point to eh glass wall. "That whole area lacks insolation meaning the night air is hardly blocked OTU for this room. Better buy yourself a quilt or space heater." Eh, added before stepping OTU of the room to his. "I hadn't been expecting you guys to come at night. Unpack when you want but as for me, I'm heading to bed." HE yelled out before he close Desi door and fell upon his bed sighing as he rolled onto his back, eh had spent all day moving the equipment across, though he hadn't let on, his body was aching and soar when they came and the surprise after surprise just mental fatigued him as bad as he was physical.Kenny sustained the kiss as long as possible, His arms AHD been around her the moment before the kiss had started and now he simply cupped her but, not wishing turn their acts to vulgar too quickly now. His wish was the same as hers, to make their last meeting linger as long as possible. "How much longer do you think we have?" Kenny asked softly as he pressed his forehead upon hers to the tip of their losses touched, his voice just louder than his breath. "Till the sun comes up and takes you from me again?" He finished before pecking her on the lips, soft and short, allowing her to answer. "Hmm... Oh, it's alright." Cindy stated as she glanced back at the angel from her large window. "I'm cold-blooded anyway." She mused reminding him that she was a vampire so cold weather did not really affect her. She stated before she went into back into the living room to grab her bags and bring them into her room. It was late at night so naturally she was wide awake. She knew she should probably get used to sleeping at night with the school starting so soon, but she was too excited to sleep. So, after peeking in on Kenny and Anna for a few minutes, she decided to spend the rest of her night unpacking. Anna looked deeply into his eyes before closing hers and exhaling a soft sigh. "Yes... As soon as the sun rises I will fade away, back to the manor." She barely wanted to speak those soft tragic words. It was one of those times when it was depressing to be a ghost. "We have a few hours. Let's try not to think about it and enjoy the time we have." She said before kissing him once more. Anna and Kenny took advantage of every moment they had and as predicted, the girl faded away as soon as the sun began to rise. It only took two hours to unpack everything. After that Cindy was all alone and bored. The walls of the house were fairly thin, and she could hear her Master and his love moaning on the other side. It should have been her with him. But soon Anna would be gone so she tried not to think about it and laid down in her makeshift bed to try and sleep purely out of boredom. It worked, for a short while. Two or three hours later the sun peeked brightly through the large glass wall. Cindy hissed, wincing her eyes as the sun beat down on her. She should have remembered to close the blinds. With a groan she sat up and rubbed her tired droopy eyes. She wanted to go back to sleep, but she knew she shouldn't. This as the first day of a new life. One where she was supposed to be up during the day. It was time she tried getting used to it. The real reason she stayed up was because she knew Kenny would be up soon as well. "What can I wear for Master today." She said aloud as she crawled over to her suitcase and began to dig. She knew it was a special day for Kenny. He was more excited about living here than she was and when he woke this morning she wanted him to completely forget Anna." Perfect." Cindy mused as she quickly changed into a light orange mini t shirt that looked as if the bottom half had been torn of but had elastic that held it snuggle against her whistling and a pleated place orange and black skirt that came up short enough to show her laced panties when she bends over. Orange was his favorite color so she just knew he could hot help but like it. She pulled on an especially soft pair of light orange knee highs and slide down the hallway and into Kenny's room. There was no point in shoes this early in the morning. Kenny was still asleep. Cindy smiled as she quite tiptoed over and knelt beside his blanket. She reached out to shake him awake, then hesitated. She could do better than this. Quietly she slides under the covers to lay in front of the boy. She smiled as she stared at him. He was so cute when he slept. Her icy cold lips puckered and kissed him on the forehead. "Good morning Master." She coed when she saw him stir. The cold lips were unmistakable, the boy didn't even have to open his eyes to realize who it was that was waking him, s smirk grew on his face as he thought of a way to tease the girl. Groanign softly as he scooted unde rthe blankets so his head was by her bosom, his hands running down her side as eh snuggled in to the pillows. "Mmm Anna, why soon early?" He groaned OTU in protest, purposefully mistakignthe girl, keeping his eyes closed the whole time to try and trick her into thinking he was till in a sleeping stupor. Alktain was glad has room was halfway across the house from his new guests, thankfully he couldn't hear any sounds, but one time inner night he work to go to the bathroom, and he could hear the distinct rhythmic thudding that reverberating through the house, making him leave a mental note to soundproof their rooms to an extent later. Other than they the night went smoothly for him, a good nights sleep was all he need to wake in a better mood, getting up an hour after sun rise to begin cooking dinner, he had no clue what the two ate, but bacon was always good, he had yet to see a non vegetarian turn down bacon. That and it was one of the few things he actually had in his barren fridge. Cindy frowned at the name. That frown quickly turned to a pout when she realized he wasn't just mistaking her for Anna, but he was dreaming about the girl. That was even worse. She glanced down at his hand with a slight smile. It was nice nonetheless. She paused a moment and let him snuggle into her as she thought about what to do about this. It was time she gave him an early morning present to get his mind totally off Anna. But with his head snug in her chest she could not just move away. So she lifted her sock covered knee and rubbed it up between his legs, against his morning wood. "This isn't Anna. The sun is rising Master. Wakey." She encouraged as she tried lifting his head from her chest to wake him this time leaning in to kiss him on the lips. Kenny couldn't help but crack a smirk inter girls blossom as he felt her knee press up against him, he had to admit she was doing a good job trying to get him. The smirk slipped away to try and hide back into a sleeping stupor as she moved his he DUP to kisser, cracking his eyes slowly with a groan. "Cindy... we can't do this." He whispered out upon her lips, he so wished to let her finish what she was doing, but figured it was best to get it out and done with as quickly as possible as he pushed away with a yawn and sat up. "WE came here to get away from eh Mansion and that life for a while didn't we?" He asked in an matter of fact tone before continuing as he stood up abruptly, making sure she wouldn't pin him to the ground as he stretched out with another large yawn. Cindy's lips curled into a smile as she felt his warm lips on hers. But then he said no and quickly pulled away. Cindy blinked confused. Why was he pulling away from her. She sat up trying to listen even though she did not like what she heard. "Yes, I suppose you could say that." She said hesitantly. "But Master..." She quickly crawled forwards and pulled up on her knees in front of him. "I am not doing this because I have to Master. It is not because of the mansion" She said as looked up at him with her fingers curled into the of his boxers. She looked a lot like a begging pup. "I want to please you Master. I want you to start off your day feeling good." She said as she quickly tugged the elastic down to free his cock. Kenny couldn't help but sigh in dismay as she crawled up and yanked at his boxers, he heard her case as he stopped back out of the fabric and walked over to his suitcase to pull out a new pare and slip them on as he spoke. "If you want to please me then stop calling me your master, stop following me around like a lost puppy when you hardly even know me." Kenny explained in a calm voice, trying to keep it soft though, knowing how easily the blade could get hurt. "Do you even know my full name? Do you know my favorite season? And why? How about something simple like favorite food? Because I can't answer any of those for you." HE said while walking to the door and looking back at her. "Doesn't it just feel wrong? How long have we been doing this and do we really know anything about each other?" He asked, he went for the doorknob to turn it before singing and turning round to lean on it, his forehead in the palm of his hand. "You know, I just want to live a slightly more normal life this year, back how it was before the mansion. It doesn't mean i don't want sex, it just means. I want something more from life THAN sex." HE finally explaiendbefore slipping out of the room with another sigh, this one though was heavy, worried on how the little blonde would handle his weighed words, thought eh smell of bacon perked him up as he headed straight for the kitchen. "I-"Cindy held her tongue as her master went on and on about how she did not know him. She said back onto her bottom with a hurt look on her face. How could he say they did not know each other? They had been together since she was turned. Mentally she tried answering each question he brought up. So she did not know about his favorite season, she had not been in the mansion a full year to go through all of them. Though she guessed winter since it was his birthday and Christmas. He seemed to really like Christmas. So what if she did not know his favorite food. She was hardly around him when he ate. It was not that important to know. She wondered if Anna knew. When he asked about her, well she had always been so worked up about him, she never really stopped to think about herself. Her body seemed to slump even deeper as he talked about life before the mansion. A sickeningly lonely feeling started to grow inside her when she thought about her old life. She tried remembering her friends and family, her sexless virgin life. She wondered if they missed her. And then before she knew it she blinked and Kenny was gone. For the longest minute ever she sat in the still silence of his empty room staring at the door. She has spent her entire vampire life on her hands and knees worshiping the deserving man who saved her from the wicked Victoria. Now that they were out of the mansion, alone together, he was pushing her away. He wanted more than sex. If that was what he wanted then that's what she would give him. After a few minutes of sulking she decided not to let this get her down. This was going to be a new start for them. A new school away from the other scary vampires. It would be just her and her Master learning as much as they could about each other. This was actually starting to excite her. The real question was, how to start? She began to get up to follow Kenny into the kitchen but paused. She had no good reason to be in the kitchen. If she went there he would think she was following him again. But how was she going to learn about him if she didn't? Cindy caught a glance at his open suitcase. No, that was wrong. It was an invasion of privacy. Wasn't it? He did tell her to get to know him better yet to stop following him. He would not mind as long a put it all back the way it was before. Besides, he left it open so it's practically an invitation to take a peek. And he did not mind the maids cleaning his room, this was practically the same thing. She rationalized as she crawled over to his suitcase and carefully began to dig inside in hopes of finding a journal or something informative of the sort. "So you're not a vampire, that, or you really like bacon." Attain chuckled out as he slid the plate of bacon across the table as Kenny sat down. "I was getting curious as to what species you were." The angel added as he turn dot the fridge. "What do you want to drink?""straight forward aren't you? Can't I just be a normal human going to this school?" Kenny asked in a jokingly hurt tone as he took the plate, half of a piece of bacon gone before Attain got to the fridge. "Water is fine."" It's not that you can't be human living here." Attain Claire DUP as he closed the fridge and went to ETH sink. "It's just you CNA't live at THAT mansion and still be human." Attain added, followed by a lowed chuckle from his new guest as he slid the glass of water to him." You are right my friend, and if I were human I would have been undead by my first month there." Kenny replied with another chuckle as he took another piece of bacon. "Yeah I'm a misanthrope, the mistress claimed me as her pet, I got as many privileges as a master there, even gave me my own maid." Kenny said gesturing to his room. "But after a few years there you need a change of pace ya know." Kenny stated with sigh as he lined back ITN eh chair, proving iron its two hind legs as he kicked a foot onto eh table. "So what are you then? I don't think the Mistress would have allowed a well paying human around Cindy, she still. Isn't completely trained." Kenny admitted, though as he spoke his stomach seemed to empty, it was almost sickening talking about Cindy like that outside for the mansion, like a pet or a slave instead of a human. "I'm sorry. I mean. She is still young... she hasn't gotten her urges under control." HE added as he slipped back onto for legs and slumped over the table. "The mansion gets to you after a while, and to in a good way ya know?"" Oh a werewolf, they explaisnthe empty plate." Altman mused as he picked up what used to be a full plate of bacon and taking it toe h sink, listening tithe boy go hi and then low in his speech. "It's understandable you live in a place Elie that and you're going to pick up their speech after a while, and anyway." Attain turned around and spread his wings as he spread OTU his hands." God forgives you." HE said before chuckling and walking passed the awestruck wolf, patting him on the shoulder as he passed. "Get ready, I'll show you guys which shops are the best, but then I have to g, I got to set up my classroom" The angel said before slipping into his room. Taht left Kenny to think out what he just said and saw for a second before he got up, downing the rest of the water and heading back to his room. Cindy spent breakfast going through Kenny's stuff. She was careful to try keeping everything neat and in its place as much as possible. She did not learn much from going through his clothes besides what she had already known. He is like orange, and she knew by how often her wore his normal clothes already which were his favorite. Disappointingly there was nothing useful to her. At the last moment a leather-bound book caught her eye. She peeked at the door to make sure Kenny was still distracted. Hesitated for a moment, once again her conscious urging her to be cautious about invading his privacy. She would die again if he ever got a hold of her diary. Her curiosity was stronger than her conscious right now. Her need to please her master was even stronger. This was for him, she convinced herself before opening the pages. Once again it was disappointing. The journal was new, it only had one date filled. It was better than nothing. Using her vampire senses she quickly read over the words, shut the book, and then once again just sat there. It had said the same thing he was trying to tell her earlier. He wanted them to try living as human as a life as possible. Completely opposite of the mansion. It sounded fun, but she had been trained in the mansion for so long she was not sure if she could be that normal. He wanted to go out and meet people. He was especially eager to learn. Cindy heard Attain leaving the kitchen and realized she needed to get out of that room. She quickly slides the Diary back in his back. Then in a vampire flash she was back in her room. She slides on a pair of black heels and stepped back out into the hallway as Kenny came by. "Ready?" She asked as she grabbed a purse by her door. "M-Kenny... What is your favorite season?" She asked him curiously. It appeared now that she was returning to her normal self as if what happened earlier had not really happened. Really, Cindy was a little happy. This new place was going to give her a chance to get to know her Kenny even better than she ever would have in the mansion. Kenny couldn't help but smirk, he hadn't seen her pas by but the quick wife of the girls perfume gave ti away, that and as he stepped into his room it still reeked of her, nothing bad, but he knew she had been in there the whole time. He didn't think much of it though as eh went to grab a pair of dark blue jeans, faded at eh knees, with a normal T-shirt, the quicksilver symbol on it and a fur lined hoodie before stepping out with a sightseeing Cindy waiting for him. "My favorite season is Fall, I." "Why are you dressed as a slutty pumpkin?" Altain interrupted as he stepped out in his usually attire, white pants white button up short sleeve top and a dark blue tie on as he looked over Cindy, a bewildered face on. "Seriously though what's with all the orange?" Attain asked as he headed straight for the front door. "And do you mind driving Kenny? I CNA give you the directions there." Attain asked as he got eh door for the werewolf who couldn't help but chuckle by the angels' response to Cindy's get up. "Lay off her, at least she isn't some well-dressed snowflake." Kenny retired before nodding. 'Yeah sure I will drive.... though don't you gotta head to school?"" No worries, I'll just fly of when you guys get the, i just down want you two driving aimlessly around town." Cindy was speechless when Attain interrupted her Master. Her expression spoke much louder than words. She was surprised. After the first two impressions she had of him, at the mansion and the night before, he was more blunt and free spoken than she had given him credit for. Her glowing red cheeks said the rest. She waited until he had passed her to glance down at her outfit. Was she too slutty? She wondered. What if she embarrassed Kenny going out like that? Then again it never embarrassed him before. "I like orange." She shyly tried to reply without looking as if she was insulted and to hide the fact that it was Kenny's favorite color. Kenny's laughing did not help, but his comeback put a smile on her lips. "Thanks." She murdered to Kenny, hoping Attain would not hear. Then she walked with the boys to the car. This time she sat in the back seat and let Attain call shotgun so he could give Kenny directions. As she closed the door something wonderful popped into her head. She was goings hoping alone with Kenny. No mistress, no Anna, and no Attain. Just her and Kenny, she already knew she was going to love this school. Attain couldn't help but feel a little guilty after seeing Cindy's saddened face as she walked out, he had said what he said in a light-hearted humor, he hadn't expected her to go into a depression over the sentence. Though for some reason it felt too awkward to apologize now especially sense they were already int eh car. "Just head down eh main freeway, we only8 have one, and the exit is pretty obvious." Attain explained as Kenny sped off. "See right there, Town exit, nothing much else to it." Attain said with a chuckle allowing Kenny to turn off the exit a few minutes later, they had been the only car on the freeway, so Kenny had taken eh liberty f making his own speed limit of 90 miles an hour, just to text out his new car."why is it so cold if this place is climate controls?" Kenny asked as eh began to crank up the heat while slowing down the car as they passed through a few empty dorm blocks." The school is trying to get those not from earth used to the climate change, seeing as how heaven, hell and other planar usually don't have such a drastic change to them, at least to seasonal changes." TYeh angel explained to what seemed an all too curious werewolf. "We have also taken up some new spells for the environment, you will see most of the area will get an autumn feel to it as the days progress, even rain and maybe snow, but then we have areas like the schools swimming pool, which will never freeze over and never snow at, and even will obtain a summers heat when there are swimming tournaments so as not to hinder the athletes." Attain explained as they finally exerted the ghost town of dorm buildings, they had been the more middle class dorms, for the students who worked full time at the stores or even worked as managers, the buildings themselves had been made to look as if they were made of brick with vines crawling up them to give a certain school town charm to them and usually ran only 3 floors high unlike the lower class dorms Attain had been living int eh semester before."well its good to know we will still have swum lessons this semester, was hoping to see what kind of swim wear the girls would be wearing." Kenny mused with chuckle as they took a left and began heading down the main street of the town, it was as it was named a town look, unlike the skyscrapers of the city section a few blocks away, few of the buildings ran more than two floors high, they sold cheaper products, most of them hand made by the students themselves, unlike the city area which sold brand names, those which ran for higher prices only due tot eh fact of the labor it took to bring most products through the portal." Believ EME you will be pleased, there is no dress code for what you can OR can't wear at the swimming pool." Attain replied with sly smirk as both boys chuckled." anyway this is probably your best bet, I don't know how much money you two were given, but these all should run cheaper, only problem is most stuff comes already built, I don't know if your car can fit a wood bed frame." Attain said as Kenny pull DUP to a parking spot, ironic in front of the first furniture store they found. "Technology and other luxuries will be sold down int eh city district, there are a few diners here if you two get Hungary... and as for the lass in back, they do sell pouches of blood, just look at that vending machine over there." Attain explained as he got OTU for the car, even opening the door for Cindy as he pointed OT eh vending machine a few feet away, inside she would find a display of what looked like caparisons in aluminum pouches, but each were labeled after a blood, the top row having human with each different blood type the second having cow, deer, and other live stock, and under that were some 'flavored' pouches and 'fat free' ones though attain had no clue how blood could be any more fat free, the vending machine was smaller than most boot kept in a good condition. "We get a few vampires, and I heard they stirred DUP some health issues before the school began putting int eh vending machines, every food place around carries at least one blood type as well so you should be fine." Attain informed the girl before turning and nodding at Kenny who seems to have made it tot eh vending machine before the girl could, the boys eyes sparkling with intrigue as he looked thought eh flavors." You didn't have breakfast this morning Cindy, C'mon why not try one." Kenny mused excitedly as he waves date girl over, his curiosity at its max. This is where i leave you two." Alvin said calmly as Kenny stepped back to let Cindy look at the machine. "I might see you on campus if you decide to visit today, if not then see you t home." He said as a goodbye as he shook the were wolves hand before taking flight, leaving the two to shop on their own. Cindy was quit in the back mainly because Kenny was busy talking with Attain. That and she was preoccupied looking at the campus as they drove. The little shopping area was quaint. It was definitely different from shopping at the mall back at home. She giggled as she watched Kenny run up to the vending machine. She loved how excited the got over the littlest things. Though now that he mentioned it she could use a snack. "Alright." She said as she scurried over beside Kenny. She had to admit she was a little curious herself. As she looked over the packets she wondered which to choose. Having had human before she decided to try something different. She did not want animal blood. Too many vampires had told her it just was not satisfying and left you weaker than human blood. So she decided to go with the flavored ones at the bottom. "Hmm... How about the cheeseburger flavored." She decided as she put some money in, pushed the button, and retrieved the pouch from the bottom. Cindy shot out her fangs and was about to sink them into the pouch when she noticed the straw on the back. She giggled and decided to go the more civilized route in using the straw. She took a sip and paused to reflect on the taste. Kenny was staring at her as if waiting for some amazing reaction. "It's not bad. I really do taste like I'm drinking a cheeseburger." She humored. "Though It's not nearly as good as yours." She mused. "Kenny... What's your favorite drink?" She asked him curiously. "You.do know you can just eat a cheeseburger." Kenny mused with a soft chuckle. "I've seen Allison eat food many a time, have you tried ti sense you were turned?" Kenny asked as he browsed through the window of the furniture store, a smirk slipping on his face as she asked her second question. He should have expected her to be blunt like that. "I would have to say Mug Root beer would be, my favorite soda at least." Kenny mused as he glanced over to Cindy. "I know you can't feel it but you might want to dress in warmer looking clothes at least." Kenny said brining up what had been bugging him for bit of the ride. "Plus I think you would look adorable all bundled up." He mussed as he began heading to the door. Cindy shook her head "I tried a long time ago but it kind of tasted like ... eating dirt." She told him before he answered her question. She glanced through the window at the furniture and then into her reflection. So Attain's comment had rubbed off on Kenny. She sighed then put on a smile as she quickly caught up with him in the store. "I guess that means we will have to go shopping for a new outfit next." She stated cheerfully while thinking of the bright side. She looped an arm into his and drunk the blood pack in the other hand while they began to browse through the shop. Then entire time they were in the shop she asked one question after the next. They were little questions ranging from favorite movies and books to his favorite sports teams and foods. The only breaks he got between subjects were when highly strange and unusual pieces of furniture caught her attention which usually caught his as well. It was difficult to leave the store empty-handed, but they had agreed to look in more than one of the furniture stores before buying anything. Kenny wasn't as quick to giving Cindy her answers as he had been earlier, only because he felt it a little pushed. It was fine if she tried to get to know him, but she had become more like a reporter, instigator, or a damned twenty questions game. His only relief would be when she got distracted by a piece of furniture or when he did, halfway through he began faking his interest in some of the furniture just tot change the topic, the most disappointing though was to see that a vampire was working eh register, it made sense now why the store was so close to the blood machine, and he had hoped to see a more, exciting exotic race, instead he had the two vampires gossip bit as he stepped outside plotting their next route, it wasn't long till he felt Cindy wrap around his arm again. "This was the only large furniture store open on this block, we could drive around town bit or head to the city what do you think?" Kenny mused curiously, just happy to be able to ask for once. "Hmm." Cindy was oblivious to any hint that Kenny did not want to answer her questions or that it bothered him at all. She was learning about Kenny and that was all that really concerned her. "Let's drive around town first." Cindy suggested as she wrapped her arm around him slide her fingers between his. It looked as if they were a couple. It made Cindy blush as she looked into the window across the street. He had not pulled away, that was a good sign. "We can go to the city this afternoon." She suggested. Just the thought of being able to make plans for the evening instead of night brought a smile to her face. It was nice to finally stand in the sunlight, even if it was artificial. "Okay well town it. Is...." Kenny's sentence trailed off as he stared into the window across the street, gazing right passed their reflection to see the shop owner inside EAS his eyes went wide and a grin grew upon his face. "WE HAVE TO GO INT THERE!" HE exclaimed with title warning, his fingers unraveling from hers as he ran across the street and straight into the grocery store. Inside stood a startled girl, her hair green, made entirely of what looked like leaves, her skin a pale purple and her startled emerald eyes wide as could be from the man that just bust in, making her take two steps back with her hind legs and straight out with her front, the reason she had caught Kenny's eyes, her waist seemed to melt down into a darker purple fur as her body warped into that of a deer, a dryad, or at least one kind he had seen in games, he couldn't believe they look DSO similar, of course she wore normal clothes, a tight tank top that frilled out at the bottom to hide the connection, each of eh rankles decorated with a bracket of some kind, and her hair leaves pulled back and actually braided like a rope of vines. "You.You're beautiful! What are you?" Kenny exclaimed, forgetting to even say hello as he circled her. "I-is your hair really the same material as plants? Is it you hair of some kind of symbiotic relationship with plants?" Kenny asked his questions spilling out faster than Indies earlier as he looked the girl up and down.

Forced Learning 2 Mend a Broken Heart|rating:3.0

Dove and Shadows [Qt and Outlier]

The evening slowly fell over the Capital City, while the castle of the kingdom was far away from the heat of the conflict, there was no peace inside the castle, everyday meetings were called forth, the king and all his advisers would gather and discuss the way the war was going. The last few weeks had not been going well for the light loving people as their control for the borders was slowly being broken into. Just yesterday one of their major cities along the border was overtaken by the demonic forces led by Mali. The day had not gone well for Aquarius, he was one of the chief advisers that voted for the war to begin, and while the support initially had been strong, It had since started to dwindle as the war started go sour, and obviously Aquarius was taking the heat for it. The man stumbled back into his chamber before starting to remove his robes, he was stressed and sleep wasn't going to be enough for her. "Sara..." He called out for the maid. "Tell Meme to get here at once, and say it is urgent." It wasn't really urgent of course, but he thought he may as well make it that way considering his condition right now. Keme Rabbis was the knight that served the king, she had long been the object of desire for Aquarius, the way she looked, the way she moved all made her the perfect woman for him. But Aquarius was too scheming to try to get her through normal means, using his powers he managed to get her assigned as his bodyguard where he could easily get access to her and start to slowly advance upon her, driven by her duty to serve him and the kingdom, Meme had no choice but to put up with him. He stripped himself down to shorts and a singlet. He was a rather handsome man, although due to his scheming attitude few women actually wanted to end up ensnared in his webs, he was tall and rather imposing though never actually fought in any war he was relatively trained in combat and the muscle tones on his body showed that. He laid on the bed and waited for his bodyguard to arrive, though her request for her was more about the body than the guarding. The day had been hers, which was a rarity, as the Council held closed sessions. Normally she would stand behind her charge against the back wall in complete silence as the time slowly ticked by. Meme had learned to keep the expression out of her face, but her eyes still betrayed her thoughts if she was not mindful. When she was not permitted to stand in on meetings she spent the time keeping her both her combat and magical skills honed as fine as her blade. Many admired her Stoic dedication to crown, kingdom, and the memory of her parents. Keme Rabbis was the only child of Daniel and Ariel Rabbis. Her father had died in the line of duty at the Battle of Michelle when she was still a young child. Her mother, an accomplished healer and cousin to the king, lived on for several years more years before being killed during the Marquis Massacre a few years prior to the official start of the war. Meme had decided to follow in her father's footsteps when she was still a child, but the loss of her mother served to motivate her more. She became the youngest knight in history taking up the Oath of Compassion, like her father, and was granted the title "Lady of the Silvering" by the king. The title brought forth the nickname Lady Silvering in combat. Despite her skill set, Meme had seen little of the ongoing war first hand as her sworn duty was to protect Aquarius, adviser to the king. The lady knight had retired to her chambers and was dressed for the evening. On the mantle rested her sword, Valkyrie, which was an exact replica of her father's lost sword save for that it was fitted to Meme's hand. Meme sat curled up on her bed reading a book by candlelight. She was wearing a simple, white dress that draped itself so eloquently across her lean form. The neckline was not obscenely low and allowed for her mother's rose quartz heart pendant to be displayed openly. While her build and striking sapphire eyes were that of her mother's, she bore a strong resemblance to her father. Her hair was long, well-kept, and a light brown in color that looked almost golden in the sun. While tall for a woman, she was still shorter than most men. The lady knight was a creature of natural grace making every movement look effortless. Certainly she caught the eye of many men, but few ever acted on their desire... Keme set her book aside and moved quickly to her door when she heard the knocking." Lady Silvering," Sara curtsied to Meme, "Master requests your presence immediately. He says it is urgent." Perhaps she was naive, or perhaps she was truly just that dedicated to serving her kingdom. Without hesitation Meme moved to retrieve her sword slipping into a pair of soft boots along the way and was quickly out the door once more. She strapped her sword around her thin waist with one hand as she walked swiftly to Aquarius's chambers. When she arrived at his door she let herself in after all if it was an emergency he could forgive her for not knocking. There was actually a flicker of surprise that crossed her fair face when she found Aquarius lounging on his bed and no danger to be found. Sara too had made herself scarce for she knew exactly why the lady knight was summoned." I was told to make haste, that it was urgent," Meme said slowly from where she lingered in the doorway. He waited for her, knowing that despite his summons having no mention of any danger his skillful and beautiful bodyguard would think so anyway. That was her duty, to protect him, or so she thoughts. The devious adviser certainly had a different set of thoughts when he had called for her today. He sat up as he looked at her, her stunning for could not be contained by the clothing that she was wearing and the sword that she had by her side made her look all the more sexy." Come in Meme." He said to her as he could feel his body getting aroused just at the sight of her. "What I called you for is indeed urgent. I have been having a slight backache after the meeting today. We have been through so many things and I dare say that the chair I was seated in was... less than optimal for me." He looked at her, trying to figure out her expression, sure if a massage was all he wanted he could have called for the healer... or even the maid. But Aquarius wanted more, he wanted one from his bodyguard, the lovely Lady Silvering." You are a strong woman and I fear that other would not be able to deliver the right firmness that I want." He hinted at her. "Remove the sword, I'm sure we are perfect safe here." He said before starting to lie on his stomach and looking at her. "I would hope that you'd help me get rid of this pain... after all you are by bodyguard and my wellbeing is your primary concern is it not?" Of course a little back massage was just something to start the night with. She seemed uncomfortable by his request by the flickering look that crossed her face. Without a word she shut the bedroom door behind her before moving to a nearby ornately carved dresser. With her back to him, she removed her boots and, with great reluctance, unstrapped her sword from around her waist. It was laid carefully atop the dresser before she moved over to Aquarius's bedside. The lady knight did her best to conceal her discomfort. She was not use to the... attention Aquarius gave her beyond complimenting her fighting form or at tentative nature." I will do my best, but this is not my area of expertise," she informed quietly. Meme clasped her hands together whispering under her breath. Her healing may not be as strong as her mother's, but she had some skill, and she thought it may help the adviser. The lady knight moved to kneel on the bed beside him. From this position she started feeling his shoulders and back surveying where the tension was. She started with his shoulders working at the tension the best a novice masseur." Like this?" Meme asked. It was odd to hear such apprehension in her voice. It was usually so soft with an almost melodic quality to it. Negative emotions were a rarity. Aquarius took off his singlet to reveal his naked back to her, he had well toned muscles even though it was clear that he wasn't a fighter. He wasn't lying when he said he had a backache, as much as he was using it as an excuse for her to lay her hands on him, he didn't resort to tactics that low. He felt her hand on him, they were soft, almost unlike the knight that had fought so many battles with force and power that rivaled any man." You need not worry, I'm sure you are more than competent in helping me. I chose you to be my bodyguard because you are perfect, an outstanding young woman who values her duty above all else. You are very admirable." He said, it almost made him feel guilty that what he had installed for her next... using her body for his pleasure, was not admirable at all." Yes just like that my Meme." he said. "You could go harder, I think it'll help me undo the knot in my muscles." He said, enjoying the feel of her hand as she pressed down, his member was growing hard at the way she massaged him. Her instincts told her something was wrong, but her head told her that she would never hear the end of it should she fail something as simple as massaging her charge. There were stories of Royal Guards having to play "tea time" with the young princesses complete with dresses. This was a simple task. She could do this." Thank you, my lord, I do what I can to serve and protect," it was her standard way of shying out of excessive compliments. She was just doing her duty. Following his instructions the lady knight did increase the firmness. She moved to his lower back but made sure to keep her hands at a respectable level. The light healing magic was warming to the touch, revitalizing even. The lady knight noted how his energy was shifting, however, she was not alarmed by it. Unfortunately for Meme this would prove to be a mistake. She backed off of the massaging pulling her hands away thinking that she had done what she could to alleviate any pain for Aquarius. "How do you feel, my lord? Any better?" He enjoyed it greatly, she might not be practiced in massaging as a healer, but he had to realize this was Meme, the youngest knight in the whole history of the kingdom, an exception young lady with a bright future ahead of her. Yet he had managed to wrap her around his fingers for the time being, he best enjoy it for now. He shifted his body a little, rubbing his now hard member against the bed, how on he wished to have it between her westerlies, in her mouth or even have it in her hand. He closed his eyes and daydreamed about it. His mouth letting out a moan as she continued with her massage." Oh. That's good just like that." He continued to encourage her as he could feel her magic flowing into him trying to help him relax. It helped greatly, but there was another type of tension in him, sexual tension, this was working just as he planned, there was no way he could resist her charms, many of which she herself wasn't even aware of." I'm going to turn over, and we'll continue from there." He said with a smirk she couldn't see. He turned around and looking at her, only in his shorts with his bulge very apparently stick out to form a tent. Furthermore, he had hoped she would look at it, it was hard not to take notice of it. "I'm feeling a lot of tension there..." He said to her, trying to keep a straight face even though he was having trouble with it. "Could you help me?" She leaned back slightly to give him room to turn over. At first, she did not notice it until just before he called attention to it. Crimson crept into her fair cheeks as she could not help but stare speechless. The lady knight was a virgin having no time to pursue a love life. Certainly she had felt attractions towards men before. This situation brought her face to face with something new, and it made her uncomfortable." M-My lord?" Meme stammered giving him a bewildered looked. When she spoke next it was more firmly despite the evident confusion, "I am afraid that I do not know how, that I can not help you with this. Please, excuse me, my lord." The lady knight moved to pull away from him. Aquarius should delight in the knowledge that he is one of few to ever make her flustered and drop her guard. Aquarius didn't expect her to react so quickly to him in such a way. But of course she was still a virgin, unknown to sex despite being somewhat interested in it. He himself felt rather embarrassed that he had shown her this side of himself. The closest he got with her before was feeling up her body, groping her curves a little while he "examined" her toned body, but this was the first time he was showing off his body to her." I understand, but are you walking away from me Meme?" He said firmly. "Abandoning your duties because your lack of experience in it? You weren't always like this, you learned your way to now, you didn't have the swordsman skill you have now when you were born, you have done that through training. And you will learn to serve through training as well." He said, his hand reaching out towards her, he didn't care whether her guard was dropped or not, he needed her and needed her now. "Come over here and pull down my shorts. Then I want you to wrap your hands around my length and start jerking it." He pulled her back close to him and she let him. She was searching for some sort of excuse to explain why she could not do as he asked. Sapphire eyes looked at his face desperate for an excuse. And then there was a small slump in her shoulders as if she had realized a horrible truth. He was right. A Rabbis never made an excuse or shrugged off their duties to serve and protect. Guided to him, she swallowed back her hesitation before complying with him. His shorts were carefully pulled down as to not hurt him. Aquarius was the first man she had ever seen in such a light so exposed before her. It was at his continued encouragement that she wrapped her delicate hands around his member. Meme felt how warm and stiff it was in her soft hands. With great apprehension she moved her hands up and down her grip lacking firmness. She was a novice after all. E looked into her eyes and realized that he had got him, she was struggling for sure, struggling to find a way to get out of this, but her duty bound nature gave her no choice but to realize that what he had said was the truth, that she would be abandoning her duties if she backed off." Now that is the Meme I want to see." He said as he watched her pull down his shorts, his member was fully erect, and the size was definitely impressive. "You are the one that got me hard like this you'd be the one to help me get off." He said before moaning as he felt her wrap her hand around him. It was so good, even though she hadn't done a single thing yet to pleasure him the anticipation was enough to make him moan. "Firmer Meme, that is not how you drip your sword is it? And started undoing your dress, I want to examine your body again." She was quite uncomfortable now at his requests as evident from how slow she was to comply with them. Her right hand was kept wrapped around his member while her left tugged down the left strap of her dress so that it slumped off of her shoulder. Only the tops of her round breasts were revealed so that they teased Aquarius. Thinking this would be enough she returned both hands to his length holding it between them firmly this time. If he was moaning it seemed to be an indicator that she was doing a good job. There was a part of Meme that begun to respond to the action of holding a man in her bare hands. It was that primal part in all creatures that was often caged and neglected in the so-called civilized races. Her bright sapphire eyes looked up to Aquarius searching for a quick end so that she could return to her chambers and forget of this night. He watched as she opened him without question, just like a bodyguard tasked with protecting one of the king's advisers should. "MMM... good." He said encouraging her as she stripped off the top bit of her dress, he made a groan as she stopped. "Are you teasing me Meme?" He asked. "Take if off, I want to see those beautiful breasts that you're trying to hide from me." He said in an unsteady voice. This was just the beginning for her, he intended her to serve very thoroughly today, it may not be what she was used to serving as a bodyguard, but it was time she learned Aquarius' way. He let her continue before he demanded more. "Your lips... I want you lips around my shaft and I want you to start sucking on it, since you're not sweet-talking to me, you may as well put that to use." Her mouth opened to protest, but her voice fell short. Meme looked away taking a moment to herself. Her hands moved to the hem of her dress. It took no effort to turn her back on Aquarius, lift her dress up over her head, and discard it to the side. While it was not cold in the room it felt cold without something to cover her form. Slowly she turned back around to face him red-faced, and her arms wrapped around her torso. Her form was as lovely as the marble statues of nymphs and mythic creatures that adored the alcoves of the castle. It was easy to see now just how much Meme did look like her parents. Chances were that Aquarius would see Ariel in Meme as she sat on his bed. He had the title of the first to see the lady knight nearly naked. The only thing that was between him and her completely unprotected body was the delicate underwear she wore. She was only allowed a short moment to adjust before being reminded of his request. Meme bent down to greet his throbbing member. The scent was strong, and the taste was unexplainable. Meme's soft lips brushed the tip of his head a warm and moist sensation against his hot skin. Once again she silently obeyed him, he was surprised by how well his speech about her duty had worked, she was totally his now. He watched as she pulled her dress over her head, when he saw her naked body his felt his member twitch, so this was the daughter of Ariel, the woman that he had once lusted after when he was younger... much younger, now he was in the perfect position to have her daughter." You definitely are an admirable knight." He gasped as she returned to her task of pleasuring his member. He didn't ask her to remove her underwear, after all she had done all he had asked up until now, he was content to just lay back and watch her pleasure him, her mouth was moist and hot, though she still needed a lot of work he could see her being a good cocksucker with minimal training, he knew just how fast she picked up on fighting techniques, something that would definitely carry over to ones in bed as well. "Suck harder Meme, makes me cum, let me release myself." He said. "Tell me, was this what you imagined your duty would be? How does ti feel to have me in you? Does it feel good, make you feel hot?" She closed her eyes tightly blocking out his words. Her head told her that she was only doing this because it was a part of her duties, but not once had this been covered in her lessons. He filled her mouth while her hands held him steady. As he commanded so she did suck him tasting his member and the dewy precut that had formed. A small moan came from the lady knight as the taste rubbed into her tongue. It was not a moan of pleasure, but of small protest. She could not explain why her heart was beating as fast as he throbbed or why her body was so warm now. Whenever she looked, or felt, as if she would pull away she was encouraged to keep going. He wanted more from her, more from her body. Meme hoped that he would release himself soon, though she did not expect him to do so in her mouth, and that it meant she would be free to leave. Whether by a hidden instinct or because it felt good she made her tongue rub against the underside of Aquarius's cock. The head was soft but still not as soft as her smooth lips lubricated by her own saliva. Aquarius noticed that she wasn't answering his questions, but given how she was bobbing her head up and down his cock, he could hardly complain about it. There was always ways to get feed back on her later. He heard her protest but refused to relent to it. "Oh... You're really getting good at this." He said as eh felt his cock plunge down further into her. He had no intention of ever letting his cock leave her mouth until he could cum. A hand laid on her head as she began to pump her mouth with his cock, he was careful to not make it too rough though, he wanted to use her but not hurt her." Oh... fuck... Take my load!" He commanded as he could no longer hold himself back, his member twitching before he came in her, his hot seed spilling into her mouth as she was forced to swallow. There was a startled, muffled noise from her just before it was drowned in loads of cum. She was able to resist the urge to bite down as the creamy liquid invaded her mouth. It had such a pungent taste to it as she swallowed it down one forced gulp at a time. He did not allow her head to pull away until after she was done drinking from him. Why should his seed go to waste when she was there to satisfy his needs? When at last she could pull away she did so sharply fall backwards away from him before rolling on to her side as she coughed. The taste of his cum lingered in her mouth and bits of it clung to her soft lips which she wiped away with the back of her hand. Meme was feeling light-headed. Her heart beat as fast as her breathing was heavy. The lady knight did not know what to think of the experience. Truthfully she did not want to think of it at that moment. With a ting of dread she asked, "Will... that be all. My lord?" She was amazing, just amazing as the image of her first time swallowing all his seed was forever imprinted into his head. He loved it, she had made the right choice to have her be his knight. "Ahhh..." He moaned, looking at her with his eyes as the member was beginning to go limp. Was he finished? Far from it, the blowjob she had given him had just fired up his lust to another level." That was greatly satisfying, but no Meme, we are not done yet." He said simply as he watched her, naked except for the cute underwear she was wearing, it was hard to believe that someone as beautiful as she was still a virgin, probably because any man that made advances on her would likely get themselves heavily injured... anyone but him." Get over here and lie down on the bed." He ordered her. "Then take off your panties. You have pleased me greatly Meme, it's only fair that I do the same to you." There was a look of utter disbelief on her face. "My lord... it, it is quite alright I assure you," she was sitting up now and there was even a glance at the door. "I do not think it is necessary for you to do that," Meme explained. The lady knight turned and reached for her discarded dress on the floor with every intent to finally leave and run from this place. Her fingers grasped the dress pulling it up as she got off of the bed. It was a mistake to, but she paused long enough to sort out her dress. The strange sensations where still with her along the with the odd sensation of feeling wet within her loin for the first time. If Aquarius were to grab her while she was distracted and her back to him a roaming hand of his would find a very welcoming virgin sanctuary waiting to be claimed. She did not mean to be tantalizing to him just a few steps away from where he was, she just wanted to go back to her room. He looked at her as she rejected his offer... but of course, it was one thing to ask for a blowjob another to actually be asking for her to give up her purity. Even in her honor bound state she found the need to deny him the access. He sat there as eh watched her slowly get the dress on. He was thinking what to do... let her go? She had already gotten him off, it was enough for tonight. But no, Aquarius say an opportunity when he sensed on, and he wasn't letting today go by just like that. As she finished dressing up he stepped over and pushed her onto the bed, his hands holding onto her wrists. "Neglecting your responsibility again my dear?" He said as he pinned her on the bed. "I need to be satisfied tonight, I've been through a hell lot today and I want you Meme, you're mine, your body, you soul, you purpose to serve, and today you can start by using you body." He reached for her nether lips and started to stroke her, to his surprise her panties was beginning to dampen. He quickly pulled it off and yanked up her dress to reveal her perfect nether lips for him, he then moved his cock already hard again from the excitement and began to slide it into her slowly. Furthermore, he caught her by surprise, and she scolded herself mentally forever dropping her guard around him. "My lord, please! Stop this!" Meme pleaded as she struggled against him. The pin was solid giving her no room to throw her weight against him thus reducing her ability to fight back to mere squirming about when he stroked her. She felt something hot rub against her then start to push into her to claim her. "No! Please, no! STO--!" Meme cried out in pain when at last his head slipped into her completely. Her body trembled beneath him from the brief shock of pain his penis continued plucking away the petals of her virginity. She would have to be thankful later for how moist she was for her first time. Most the of the pain was from being so tense, from fighting against the inevitable domination. He was going to have her even if that meant raping her. Her hands gripped the bedsheets as the lady knight used them to muffle another cry. He was deep inside of her hot, slick, and quite tight still folds. In some aspects, Aquarius was the one who made her into a woman by taking her virginity at last. Aquarius was there at last, finally he was the one to turn her into a woman. It was a good thing she was a strong and competent woman, a woman that could break the neck of any man who tried to get close to her or molest her. But where she fell hard was her dedication and pride. It was her duty to serve him, that was the only reason why she hadn't already killed him for subjecting her through such humiliation. He moaned as his cock stole her purity from her, he loved the thought of it, she was his and this made it more so as he was the first man she ever had. He dominated her, despite never being able to beat her in a single combat there he was lying on top of her as he began to push his cock in and out of her, his member sliding in before he pulled out. "Fuck... you so wet... so tight Meme. I love it. I love you." He confessed as he raped the Lady Silvering, who no doubt hadn't thought that a normal summon for the night had been one where her body was used to like a slut for the king's adviser. He kissed down her neck, pounding her virgin passage with his hard cock as he fucked her in her dress. She cringed at this confession of love to her. Such words should never be utter over such an act. Meme felt as if he were stealing the very meaning of the three most important words she had ever heard her parents say. His tender kisses made it worse for her solidifying the fact that no amount of begging, pleading, or screaming would make him stop. She would just have to let him stake his claim over her which her body responded to be welcoming Aquarius. Each time he pulled out it was as if her body wanted him halted deep inside of her again. The lady knight might be able to shut her eyes tightly against what little she could see, but she could not shut her ears to the lewd noises their bodies made whenever they met. Her breath was heavy, and she could feel every little sensation when his naked body slapped up against her. The pain was subsiding as the oddest pleasure, which Meme fought so hard again, begun to replace it. Aquarius didn't even expect himself to utter such words as he pounded into the lady knight, he was lost in the pleasure of having himself enter her again and again. He loved the way her body felt as he slammed into her, way her body seemed to struggle with her mind as she fought the ever-increasing pleasure, she didn't want to enjoy this but somehow found herself unable to control the way her body experienced. Sure she was experienced in fighting and combat, but in bed she was very much a novice. "Oh...so hot... You know how long I have dreamed of this day Meme, you're the most beautiful woman I have met, and you're mine." He kept pumping his cock until he could no longer hold back on his orgasm, with a loud grunt he came in her, his seed flooding into her womb for the first time as he filled her. He had claimed her, she was completely his now not only in outside the bedroom like before but also in the bed. She winced at his affectionate words wanting to turn her face away from him. This did little to stop the soft, girlish moans the rose up from an indecent place inside of her. Meme bit her lower lip to muffle the moans. It baffled her how she could be enjoying such treatment. When his pace quickened the moans couldn't be stopped. She felt herself even wanting to push back against him to match his rhythm. The release was unlike anything she had felt before as precious seed filled her womb threatening to spill out of her. Aquarius was still buried deep within her. Meme could feel every vein of his manhood through the walls of her newly turned womanhood. There was a protest moan from the lady knight from beneath the king's adviser. She felt too weak in the knees to flee, but his grip had tightened around her wrists when he came, and it had grown uncomfortable to stay in such a submitting position. Tiny beads of sweat dotted her skin like little bits of diamonds and the sweet send of his woman and sex permeated the surrounding air. She wouldn't be running away from him tonight. He eventually came to a stop with his thrusts as he ended up laying on top of her. Only pulling his member out of her pussy once he had caught his breath, it was the best sex he had in a long time. "You truly are an honorable woman." he commended her, it was risky to take her, knowing that she could have fought back against him. He peeled her dress off as he just looked at her, his cock was soft now, but he knew that for tonight she'll be receiving many more loads from him now that he had finally broken her... at least temporarily he doubted a strong woman like her would be so easily contained. Right now he simply watched her both of them still recovering as he moved his hand to start stroking his member. "Ready for more my dear Meme? You know that you look too good re resist right?" He got onto her against, his mouth kissing her as his hands tarted to grope her breasts. More? He wasn't done with her yet? This filled Meme with dread. She could feel him move against her from somewhere behind her. His breath tickled her neck as his lips left kisses along her bare skin. His hands felt rough against the soft skin of her breasts. The young knight's body must have felt divine with every little curve a masterpiece. Stiff nipples greeted his efforts welcoming his hands. Meme propped herself up on her elbows letting Aquarius have a wider range of her body. She didn't love him, and his confessions of love was dubious, but even if she screamed no one would hear her at this hour of the night." Gently," she begged feeling him move to take her body for himself again. To Aquarius, he had every right to do what he had just done to her, it was her job to take care of him, to protect him, and that meant if he needed to get off sexually then naturally it would be her body that he would use, sure the maids could have done equally well, but this was Lady Silvering, this was one of the most desired womans in the kingdom." I will be gentle, but it is something for me to decide not you." He told her firmly, his cock pushed into her once more as he began to fuck her again. "You're such a beauty Meme... I love how I was your first... I think we are destined to be together." His hands continued to play with her breasts as he took her, the feeling of her clenching cunt was nothing less than divine. Meme gasped when he pushed himself into her. "You don't... love me. You love my body." she was right, but it was not the best time to confront Aquarius about it. Especially since he had a hold over her. The woman grabbed at the bedsheets attempting to pull away from the sin and pleasure that Aquarius promised her. He wouldn't let her go though. He would never let her go. "You stole my first!" Meme told him. "Is there a difference Meme?" He asked her as she accused him. It was true that Aquarius' feelings towards her were more obsession than love, he would put his happiness before hers, but he did care for her. He was literally in heaven as he plunged his cock into her. "I love you Meme... and I will prove it." He crushed his lips onto her once more as he kissed her passionately, his pace slowing down to something more sensual, it wasn't any less pleasurable than before since her body was so good no matter how she was fucked. His hands held onto her waist as he continued to use her body. Her protests were muffled by his forceful kiss. At first, she pushed against him wanting him to get away. The pushing slowly subsided, and her arms slipped around his shoulders as if her were her lover. When their lips parted she gasped for air looking up with him in a daze her bright sapphire eyes filled with confusion and pleasure. She found no comfort looking at him faced with the truth. Meme pulled herself close to him hiding her face in the crook of his neck. She wanted to hate him, but couldn't bring herself to. It just wasn't in her to be able to hate someone on such a deep level. In his own sick, twisted way he did love her. She felt him kiss the side of her cheek and turned her head to greet his lips with her own. He loved how she acted in bed, the fierce warrior on the battlefield reduced to a harmless little kitten in bed that allowed her man to do anything he wanted to. He continued to kiss her until he was literally breathless before pulling back, his cock plowed her pussy slowly, feeling her wet and warm inside envelop him as he took her. "Do you like it Meme, do you like my shaft moving in and out of you. You can feel it right? The pulse of pleasure that we are giving each other. When was the last time you felt this good?" He asked. her Eventually Aquarius could no longer hold himself back as he began to pound into her once more, his cock speeding up as his climax was near, he did have a lot of stamina when it came to sex. "Yes." the woman confessed softly. She could feel everything and that indecent part of her loved being taken by a strong man. Her lustful moans drifted freely into the air now that he quickened the pace. The lewd sounds their bodies made together were so erotic and new to her. "More." Meme begged Aquarius, "More. Please!" The woman clung to the king's adviser as if they had always been so intimate with one another. She wanted him to cum inside of her again, to claim her body as his own. "Inside, I want you inside of me!" Meme's body quivered just on the edge of her first climax. It was a thrill that exceeded all others in her life. He pumped his cock with more enthusiasm than ever, those words coming out of her mouth were music to his ears. He wanted to humiliate her further, to tell her to beg faster, tell him more degrading things, but he couldn't. She was a nice girl, someone who probably didn't deserve this at all, but he thought this was good for her, someday someone was going to take away her virginity, why shouldn't that someone be Aquarius? He grunted loudly. "As you wish my sexy bodyguard." He thrust his cock deep into her before it twitched a few times in her folds, the next moment his seed jetted out into her womb for the second time in the night. He collapsed onto her before catching his breath, finally drawing back he and pulling out of her, he climbed onto his bed. "Spend the night with me Meme." He cuddled against her in the large bed before he fell asleep with her in his arms. The young knight was in no condition to leave just yet anyway. Meme obediently snuggled into his arms resting her head against his chest. She fell asleep peacefully.... Despite the work-out she received last night Meme awoke as the sun's rays were peaking over the mountains. The first thing she noted was the pain she felt. Particularly the pain between her legs. She groaned becoming away of the warm body whose limbs were still tangles around her. Aquarius was sleeping peacefully beside her and was the first thing her sapphire eyes saw when she opened them. Last night's events flooded back into her mind making Meme feel sick to her stomach. With stealth the woman detangled herself from the king's adviser's arms. Her clothes were quickly retrieved and slipped into. Another wave of guilt struck her when she picked up Valkyrie not even bothering to belt it around her waist before dashing out of the room. When Meme was within the safety of her chambers she allowed her composer to fracture. It may have been possible to wash Aquarius from her body, but not the memories. The outfit she donned was a practical one intended for when she practiced her fencing. The clothing would cover up most of her body giving her some measure of her dignity back. The rest of the castle was just waking up as Meme departed for the training grounds in a brisk walk. Another pleasant surprise for him was just how well she behaved after he had finished with her, given she was probably too weak to resist anyway. He drew her into his embrace as he fell asleep. He was a heavy sleeper, to the point where even when things threatened to wake him up he would still try to shrug it off and continue sleeping. Needless to say he merely moved a little as Meme moved herself away from Aquarius. He was completely unaware of her leaving the room despite the sound that must have been made. He hadn't slept like that in a long time, nothing beat sleeping peacefully after a nice few fucks, and Meme was the best yet. When he didn't finally wake up his first instinct was to see if Meme was there... of course she had fled his room. He didn't mind though, after what he had subjected her through, he wouldn't be surprised she didn't ever want to see him again. He got himself into his clothes, his pants and shirt plus the elaborate robe that every adviser had to wear, he called in the maid to help him look perfect before he walked out of his room and into the breakfast area, he had a meeting to rush off too soon, not a major one, but it was one he desired his beautiful bodyguard to be with him. While Aquarius was eating breakfast Meme was training in the Champions' Court Training Area, a section of the outer east section of the castle that was dedicated to those elite of the military ranks." Hail Lady Silvering! You waste no time do you?" Sir Taurus Tamil of the Crescent star, bodyguard to a colleague of Aquarius's named Lord Votes, approached the training knight. As far as friends were concerned he was perhaps the only one who had been actually close with Meme most of her life. There were some that questioned their true relationship especially after Meme's posting with Lord Aquarius. Keme stayed her blade dismissing the magically conjured practice dummies. "Sir Crescent star, it is good to see you," she greeted him with an almost somber tone. Immediately Taurus picked up on her unusual demeanor. He stepped closer to his friend lowering his voice so that only she would hear. "Something weighs heavy on your mind?" The lady knight stowed away her blade unable to meet Taurus's eyes directly as she spoke, "I. Believe it is time for me to request a position on the next campaign. I may not be battle hardened, but my skills would serve the kingdom best on the front lines. I feel Sir Brazier would be best suited for my position here." Brazier was one of the younger knights just barely earning his own title that past season. He was a capable knight simply an inexperienced one." Protecting the court is an important task. That being said, I share your sentiment. I believe my lord is planning to push for all but those tasked to the royal family be considered for reassignment to the front lines. If we lose the Spiral wind Pass we will lose much of our far northeastern providence as the next defensible position is Kernel Pass Keep. Several settlements would find themselves deep in enemy territory is we were pushed back to Retrial Pass," he said." Most of those settlements are farming villages. They have no defenses that would hold against an organized invading army," she replied. Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of a page. "Lady Silvering, Sir Crescent star," the young page gave them a low bow, "The Council is called."" Understood," Taurus dismissed the page who trotted off to inform the other bodyguards. Sir Crescent star turned to his companion, "I will follow you to the front lines should my lord permit it. I would consider it an honor to fight by your side. Besides, I can't let you have all the glory." His last comment brought a brief smile to Meme's face. She was a beautiful woman even more so when she smiled. Both knights made their way to the meeting hall of the Council. By the time they reached the hall they had resumed their talk of going to the front lines, battle strategies, and the state of the war. Taurus and Meme kept their voices low to keep their conversation relatively private. A difficult thing to do in a castle filled with eyes and ears. It was an unorthodox thing for the lord to be going to search for their bodyguards before going to a meeting, but their relationship was not the same now, not after what had happened the previous night. Aquarius know where she might be hanging out, the training area of course. She goes there a lot to keep her skills sharp and after last night, she's want a way to bury those memories. He was going to go out and talked to her, tell her about the meeting and join him but upon seeing her talk to Taurus he suddenly stopped and decided to hide in the shadows and listen. So the little warrior didn't want to be his anymore, and her plan was to be reassigned to elsewhere, the frontline. Obviously the worst place to be, not only was she away from Aquarius she would be in danger of getting killed as well. He'd do everything to stop it, and being one of the chief advisers he could easily manage that. He turned and went to the meeting where Meme soon joined him. The meeting was a very boring one, and Aquarius knew that almost all the key strategies were discussed in more private meetings with fewer people he simply went with the flow, his mind being occupied by Meme and her betrayal that he hardly heard anything, even the important parts. He waited for it to be over where he would ask Meme of her plans, he already knew them of course, it was up to her to see if she wanted to have it the hard way or the easy way. Throughout the meeting while their charges debated policies their bodyguards stood directly behind them lining the wall in Stoic silence. It was a requirement for the knightsnotto show any approval or disapproval with the choices made in those meetings. Near the end of the meeting Lord Votes brought up his proposal to reposition the kingdom's forces. The room was an even split of those for an against the idea. At last the king said they would revisit the matter after the midday break. Taurus and Meme exchanged glances, but ultimately said nothing to one another as Taurus departed with Lord Votes. The lady knight stepped up to stand beside her lord. When he asked of her plans the possibility that he had overheard her earlier conversation did not cross her mind. "The castle is far from the front lines, my lord. I do not think Lord Votes's proposal is completely out of line," she answered in a way that she thought would be the most diplomatic answer. The scribes had cleared the room of any sensitive documents that were not to be left out during the two-hour break. Soon all that remained were Aquarius, Meme, and two guards posted on the other side of the closed chamber doors. Aquarius knew that Meme was right, and that her skills would be helpful on the front lines. But Aquarius valued her body as much as her skills. He didn't outright say anything against her as the meeting ended. "We shall talk this over Meme." He said to her before realizing that they were the only ones left in the room. He leads her out, wanting to quickly get back to his room. How dare she talk about those things behind his back? Was it what he did yesterday? Did she hate him for it? She almost definitely did. Upon entering the room he closed the door immediately, he didn't start to molest her like how his lust filled mind told him to, there were things to discuss first. "You talked about leaving me. Why? Did you find me... incompetent yesterday?" he said his words a little uncertain, could she have thought that of him? He walked closer to her. "Do you really wish to leave me? By the looks of things I might be told to get closer to the frontline as well. Would you still want to part?" "Yes, my lord," she had said before following him back to his room. It would be a lie to say that she did not hesitate upon seeing the door to his chambers. She remained silent even as he closed the door behind them. Then the questions started. The color left her face and she found herself backing away from the advancing lord. "I was merely thinking of how best to serve the kingdom, my lord. I meant no disrespect. I only wish to serve," she tried to explain. She would back away until he stopped approaching her, or she had not more room to back away. The events that had transpired last night were fresh in her brain. It made her uncomfortable being in the place where it happened. If she didn't get out of there soon it would happen to her again. She made an attempt to reason with him, "We have only a short time before the Council will be called again. Surely my lord has things to do?" He watched her, her answers were obviously less than satisfying. He had caught her trying to betray him by leaving him, yet her reason was to "better serve the kingdom." "You've changed Meme, I didn't know that you were such a political player. You only want to serve. Then what was wrong with serving me?" He said as he closed in on her as she started to back away. "You are hating me, aren't you? For what I did to you last night. Oh Meme, you should know that you can't hide a single action from me." He pushed her against the wall before kissing her roughly on the lips. "Yes. The council would be called again... and yes I do have something I need to do: punish you." He pulled her back and pushed her stomach first into the soft bed. He did not ask for her to undress, merely started to undo the straps of her armor himself. "I'll have you know that you only serve me Meme, as my bodyguard your body belongs to me and if I need to be right by your side to all the time I would, even if it means risking my life." He pulled off his trousers as he pulled down her panties, his cock teasing her pussy before he pushed in roughly. "Tell me... did you enjoy last night? Was my cock good?" In the shock there was no time to react. And really, what was she to do? She could not hurt him or kill him without breaking her sworn oath to protect him. The lady knight struggled against him fear evident in her panicked voice. "Please, my lord, you're hurting me!" Meme cried. "Stop! I'm sorry!" It was rape last night but at least she had been wet. This sex was rougher without any foreplay to have gotten her ready to receive him. He had her pinned to the bed unable to escape him despite how hard she tried to buck him off of her. He had her forearms pinned to the bed keeping her from being able to lift her torso up much at all. The lady knight was at his mercy once more, and she begged for him to stop. The thought that she could easily dispatch him if she wished turned him on greatly as he plunged his cock into her depth, he began to start slowly pumping his cock into her, slowly letting her get wet and ready for him to fuck her. For he had other intentions than to simply take her pussy. "This is not the same as last night Meme... you're getting punished today. For trying to leave me after I have told you that I love you." He moaned as he pounded her, she was so perfect in that position, bent over the bed a fucked her like she was a sex kitten." Tell me who you belong to, tell me that you are sorry for what you did." His hand slipped forward as he started to cup her breasts. He initially only wanted his cock to be coated with her juices before he'd pull it out, but feeling how dodo it was to be in her, he changed his mind. He'd have to cum in her first. It was harder for her to fight against a slow, hard fuck. Beneath him, she squirmed protesting how he handled her bests. They filled his hands perfectly no doubt furthering his ego that she was meant to be his. The breast play and slower thrusts were better received by her body which seemed more than happy to warm up to his touch. She was still just as tight as the first time he took her, a wonderful depth of wet, hot sensation to bury himself in. The lady knight refused to take punishment without fighting back this time. With one hand now free she grabbed the wrist of the hand that groped her breast and attempted to pull his hand away. If she could just push him off of her, she thought, perhaps she could get away from him. Surely there would be someone who would help her. She was a respected knight and blood to the king. Meme would not be escaping Aquarius's grasp, but it gave her some measure of hope and dignity to try to. There wasn't much pride left within the lady knight after what had transpired last night in his bedroom." I don't belong to you," Meme told him. Aquarius kept on fucking the lady knight as his cock pounded into her pussy, the slow motion was quickly getting replaced by a faster and rougher one once she had warmed up to his cock. Her struggles sent his lust to greater heights as she tried to get him off. Though she was still not trying his hardest and the position she was in seemed only good for her taking that length into her. "Naughty girl, it seems like you are forgetting your place now. Who have you sworn your life to protect? Who is the one that confessed to you?" He said then screamed loudly as he came in her, spilling his seed deep into her pussy. He wasn't done yet though, pulling his member out he moved his cock to the cute rosebud of her anal entrance. Furthermore, he didn't enter her just yet simply teasing it there as he waited to see her response before he began to slowly push the head of the member into her tight orifice. "... you did." It was admitted in a small voice having just received his seed deep into her womb. Meme trembled not out of fear but out of holding back emotions. Aquarius had learned how to twist her devotion to suit his needs well long before he even took her for himself. The lady knight stirred when she felt his member push up against a place she thought for sure he would not dare to venture. "What are you doing?" Meme asked though she knew she would not like the answer he was about to give her. "That's right, and I meant every single word I have said Meme." He told her, pausing his movement as the tip of his member entered her butt. "After seeing you I haven't been able to see another woman in my life. It was you Meme, everything that I wanted I find it in you. This pitiful position that everyone seems to want. The wealth that I hold for helping the king rule this kingdom. They are all nothing to me Meme. Do you think I will let you leave? When you are the most precious thing to me?" He pushed his cock further into her now. "What do you think I am doing? I'm taking your last virginity away from you, so I would have claimed all of you Meme, so that you'll belong to me." She screamed into the bedsheets using them to muffle her voice. Meme felt light-headed when he was finally halted inside of her. It was a different pain than when he had taken her virginity. She lay there panting beneath him helplessly awaiting him to start his thrusts. She only hoped that he would start off gently to let her adjust. Aquarius's claim on her rang true with a defeated part of Meme. If it was not his right to do with her what he willed then why did she not run him through with her blade the first time his hands strayed across her body so long ago? Her hands grasped the bedsheets tightly as the lady knight felt a rush of shame and pleasure at Aquarius's doing. His cock was wetted from both her juices and his semen making his thrusts in such a tight space a little easier on Meme's body. She would be sore for the next few days granted. Pushing his member into the tight orifice felt like going to heaven for Aquarius, he had never fucked an ass so tight and pleasurable. He was still angry with her, but he did manage to keep his thrust gentle, slowly penetrating more and more into her as he held her in place. "Oh... that is a tight ass..." He moaned before grunting in pleasure. "Don't worry about it too much, I'm sure it'll be as tight as it always is even after I'm done with you." He said to his royal bodyguard as he began to rape her ass. The fact that their mixed juices had done wonders to not make it a complete hell for her. "I'm sure you'll enjoy it." With himself finally buried completely in her, he began to take her, slowly pulling the cock out before pushing into her as a slow speed, still waiting for her to completely relax around his member. It would hurt less if she relaxed. She knew this, but it was difficult to relax in such a position. It took quite a few strokes before she relaxed enough for him to pick up his pace without hurting her. Just as she had before after he had taken her twice for himself Meme let him rape her for his pleasure. All the while he would tell her sweet nothing's making her want to hide her face from him. The feeling of him taking her in such a manner was that mixed of pain and pleasure. So long as he kept it steady she did not cry out in pain. Aquarius even got a small moan out of his lady knight. It was an indication that he could pick up his pace so that he could completely claim the once virgin as his and his alone. Aquarius took her slowly at first, himself only picking up in speed after he was sure she had relaxed enough. He wanted to punish her, but it was to punish her with humiliation and pleasure and not with pain. "Ahhh..." He grunted in pleasure as he raped her again, his cock moving in and out of her as he finally made the initiative to fuck her faster. He could pick up the small cries of pleasure form her as he continued to take her, it was very amazing, and he loved it, for him to be able to bring her, with all her reluctance to such heights. Furthermore, he moved a hand to start stroking her pussy as his hard rode penetrated her ass. The lady knight's body was strong enough to take his desires. She could feel every bit of him when he thrust into her. She could feel his hands greedily roam over her body stroking her between her legs now running over her clit roughly. Every time he did he would get a sharp moan from his lady knight. She was still wet from his earlier pleasure trip. When he finished he could rest assure that Meme would be marked not only by his seed and his taking of her virginities, but by his scent as well. Her hair smelled of roses her skin of lilies in all of its soft glory. The little sensations were arousing for her. Feeling his hot breath against her neck when he would whisper into her ear always so rough with how he loved her body. Meme arched her back pressed between him and the bed her own lust being fed by Aquarius. She came by his hand and penis taking her against her will. She was such a strong woman, her training for battle was every bit as useful to him in bed. Furthermore, she took his thrust admirably, he wasn't exactly gentle with her and given another woman he might really end up hurting them. Not Meme, the lady cock took his cock in her ass like a pro as he kept up his pumps. He didn't want it to end, the lovely feeling of those tight muscles clenching and milking his cock was nothing short of heavenly. But everything must have an end, as he felt her juices gush out of her neglected hole, he screamed loudly in triumph, his seed flowing into her tight colon, as he managed the last few thrusts into her. "Tell me who you belong to." He ordered her as he finally pulled his satisfied cock out of her. She lay on her stomach quiet for a long moment. Even though he pulled out of her she did not think he would let her up if she didn't say what he wanted him to say. "I swore my life to you..." was the barely audible response he got from her as the lady knight closed her eyes in shame. If he ordered her to her death honor bound her to follow that command. If he wanted to use her body..." My lord... we should be ready for the meeting," as the afterglow disappeared the shame and guilt settled in. He had taken her purity from her and would never let her go. Meme was, admittedly, afraid of Aquarius for the first time in her service to the king's adviser. She made a small noise as she moved beneath him gently trying to get him to agree to let her up. Her natural increased rate of healing would come in handy for dealing with the sudden sexual activity. Aquarius did not look like a threatening man, but he had earned his position though share will power and intelligence, he was cunning but only rarely did he use it to get what he wanted. Anyone that dealt with him long enough would know that he was not to be messed with, the latest person to realize that was Meme. He had taken her very thoroughly and finally reaped the reward of his risks of trying to ravish a woman that was more powerful than him,"Yes we should Meme, get yourself dressed now. I think the king is going to be dispatching us closer to the boarders. You know what happens if you are asked where you want to be right?" He nudged her, warning her the consequences if she wanted to get herself away from him, not only would that fail after he pulls his strings. He'd punish her further. He got himself neatly dressed as if the little scene between them didn't happen before walking out with Meme by his side to the meeting. "Yes, my lord," she knew now for a fact that there would be no escaping him. She got dressed and kept by his side falling into a more Stoic disposition. She was uncomfortable and those who knew the lady knight well would be able to pick up on it. Her eyes were downcast so that she did not lock eyes with anyone else least they see past the Stoic front. The meeting picked up where it had left off. After much debate finally what looked to be like a compromise was reached." Then it is agreed. Those of the castle guard who wish to join the war effort on the front lines will be released from their vows to do so if a suitable replacement can be found," Lord Votes looked around the room to the other Council members to see their reactions." The front lines need more direct leadership. We would like Lord Aquarius to travel to the forward command post in the north. His tactical skill will be of use to our generals there. Perhaps a different perceptive will give us the upper hand we have been searching for," the king spoke turning his gaze upon Aquarius. He thought it would be suiting for the one who had been so adamant to go to war would not be so close to the front lines. Aquarius listened to the meeting and its contents with more attentions this time, after that very satisfying session he had with Meme he looked happier and more eager to contribute, of course he'd do anything to have her again. She was the most precious thing in this castle, in this city, in this world to him. He was usually a cautious man, but he was very aggressive in his suggestions that eventually accumulated to the declaration that he should be closer to the front lines and giving more direct order. It was a huge risk on his side, since any battle that didn't go according to plan could potentially be a threat to him. But Aquarius was arrogant, he knew that he would have a huge and positive effect on the battle. Plus the real brilliance was how Meme would be placed, she would literally be a necessity for his survival given his position, a place where a good bodyguard was invaluable to him. He looked over at Meme before accepting his position. "I shall make it my life's mission to advance our causes." He said as he smiled, he truly was going insane to put his life at risk like that, and all for a woman. The meeting soon finished with some final points, but he highlights of it was moving Aquarius out of the castle and into the thick of it. There were already gossips about it. Some saying that he had gone out of his mind with accepting it, some saying he did it out of reluctance for no one could reject a king's order. Aquarius went with Meme. "Was that how you wanted to be my love?" He said once they were alone in an alley way. "I'll truly be putting my life in your hand." "I did not wish for you to be in harm's way, my lord. I swear I will do everything to keep you safe," and even though Meme truly meant what she was saying she did look away from him. It was difficult to look him in the face after what had happened. "Are we to leave soon, my lord? If so I should go and pack my things shouldn't I?" the lady knight did not want it to sound like an excuse to get away from him even though it partially was. There was a part of her that thought that going to the front lines meant he would be unable to abuse her like he had been. There would be no privacy in a command post for him to take guiltless pleasure in raping her and leaving her with her womb laden with his seed. If he tried that activity there he would surely be caught and arrested. If he were thrown in jail she would be released from her vows. If... Keme knew there would be no way to prove the rape even if the evidence were as plain as day. Aquarius could talk himself out of anything. Perhaps even the King's orders if he wished it. "Thank you Meme." He said to her, knowing that she probably said it out of duty than actual affection for his lord. He was sure his "love" with her was very much one-sided. Still, he held onto the fact that he still could have her body any time he so wished. "We leave in a day, but we do need to pack." He told her. "So go prepare your things now." He said before smiling. "Come to my room once you are done. I think you could be able to in the evening." He said, obviously if she thought she'd get away from him then she had another thing coming, she would merely but getting herself ready again for him to spend the night. Aquarius knew that despite the lack of privacy in the command tents, he'd still have chanced to fuck her, after all he was too valuable to the king to be punished for such a minor offense, especially when Meme herself was enjoying it so much. He was sure of that." I need to go back as well. What do you say we meet for dinner, love?" Meme set her jaw tight as he spoke. "I will report to your room when I have finished packing my things," she said before quickly stepping passed him and making haste for her room before he could grab her. Meme walked quickly with her head down not pausing. When she reached her room and started to pack she paused for the first time. No, she would take her time collecting her things. Aquarius would have her for the better part of eternity, she would have what little time she could to herself. The lady knight suspected that he would take her for a fourth, possibly fifth, time that day, and it was to become a regular occurrence. The sun had dipped below the horizon by the time Meme knocked softly on the door to Aquarius's bedroom. The lady knight was dressed in one of her casual dresses, this one similar to the pretty white one she wore that first night. Blue looked good on her. Meme waited for him to open the door. He was met Meme with her rather professional tone, while is sexy, he was sure she intended it to be cool and unfeeling, or at least a signal to tell him that they were still bodyguard and protected, their relationship did not extend beyond that. He sighed. "See you then." He said to her before seeing her go. He told the maids to start packing up his things, since he was the adviser when he moved at least a dozen of people moved with him to go to the front lines. Furthermore, he knew that Meme was not in a rush to return and as he examined all his belongings that he would take before going off to dinner. The dinner felt boring without her, but he was sure that Meme would not dodge her duty and promise that she would come to him in the evening. He waited at his door dressed in his night shifts again. He walked up to it and opened the door to be greeted by his lovely bodyguard. "Please come in Meme." He said to her in a warm voice. He didn't immediately start to molest her, instead went to sit on his bed. "You look stunning in that dress my dear." She stepped inside immediately going to set her sword off to the side. Meme was rarely without her sword even within the safety of the castle. She turned and walked to stand in front of him as if she knew he wanted to see her figure. "Thank you, my lord," Meme said looking away from him. After a moment she asked, "Is the maid gone for the night?" In her own way confirming what his intentions with her were. A strong part of Meme felt naked without her sword around her waist. Meme was very nervous, and it showed in her body language. Especially her eyes when she finally did turn them back on Aquarius. There was another question on her mind. She would wait until he answered about the maid before Meme asked the real question on her mind. His intentions for the night? He wasn't even clear on that, for whatever was left of his conscience had told him that he should stop abusing her, after all she was going to eventually snap at him and things were going to go downhill from there, especially if he has broken her the wrong way, unleashing a Meme that would happily kill him for what he had done to her. He had to play his cards right, it wasn't like he was playing with a kitten here. "She is gone for the night." He told her, but his actions betrayed the fact that he was undecided on what to do with her. He stood there looking at her gorgeous body that he just wanted to step forward and devour." I see that everything you need is already packed up and ready to leave when we need to?" "Yes, my lord, it is," Meme answered. There was a pause." My lord? Why... why did you want me?" Meme finally asked. The most Meme knew was that Aquarius had met her mother. That he knew of her, but so did many people. She had been such a gifted woman beloved to all who knew her. Her father had made a few unfriendly acquaintances being a stern man. He was an honorable man though and few could rightly fault him for his actions. Meme waited for his answer. It was something that she needed to know. She only hoped that he would give her the truth. His smile disappeared as she asked him the question, he wasn't expecting it at all. But the main reason he was shocked wasn't because of the question. He could easily answer it, if he didn't have to tell the truth, but his mind compelled him to tell her what his real intentions were. He couldn't lie to her, and he was actually afraid of how she would take it." You want to know the truth... or something you want to hear?" He asked her. "I assume it's the former. You know that I have met your mother before, haven't you? A stunning lady that captivated me, but she and I was never to be. So I sought after you... her daughter, someone who could come to match her beauty. I sought after you like a replacement until yesterday day, when I realized that I never wanted your mother. You weren't fit to replace her. You're much better than you. Furthermore, you're yourself. The way you move... the way you carry out your duty even if it is getting fucked by me. I love that in your Meme." He moved closer to her. "That's why I didn't already fuck her. Because I want to give you that choice on this night. Do you want me or not?" The truth is always better than a lie, but sometimes the truth was a very, very ugly monsters waiting to pounce. The truth hit Meme hard enough to make the lady knight sway on her feet and for a brief moment look as if she might faint. Aquarius was right there for her to catch her before she was in any danger of falling. Meme could not help but lean into him for support. Her mother had passed away before Meme finished her training to become a knight. Not once had Ariel ever warned her daughter of Aquarius or his ambitions. It would have been very useful information to know. But you can't change the past no matter how much you regret them. Keme turned her sapphire eyes on Aquarius now. She knew he was a schemer, but her perspective of him was changed. "When have you ever given me the choice, my lord? You hid this from me. You stole my purity without giving me the choice, and now you want to give me the choice? After everything you have done to me?" He held her in his arms, realizing for the first time that it wasn't just in bed that she wasn't experienced, in relationships, in love... she was very much a trainee in these things. Things that Aquarius sought to take advantage of but now, even his own twisted self struggled to continue with them. He wanted her... he didn't think it was fair for him to exploit her weaknesses even more. "I intended to use you Meme... nothing but a doll and a shield for me. But I didn't imagine that I would actually fall for you. Now that wouldn't do Meme, you are also the love of my life now. And I'm not giving you a choice on that, you can deny it all you want. But I'm a selfish person who won't take no for an answer. But I will give you the chance to deny me your body... until I couldn't control myself anymore." He told her everything, everything he intended to keep as a secret he ended up telling her. How on earth did she just do that? "But I want to know the truth from you... just how much do you hate me? Do you have nothing but contempt for me? That you only protect and serve me out of duty and nothing else?" Meme met his gaze without fear in her eyes. Hurt, yes, but not fear this time. "For what you have done to me," she began, "I can never forget. And as much as I wish to hate you with every fiber of my being... I cannot. It simply is not within me to do so. I know that there will come a time when I will have forgiven you, but it is not this night." Her strength had returned to her as she spoke and now Meme stepped away from Aquarius though their arms still could touch. "My Lord Aquarius, if you would but give me this one night of peace I will submit to you for as long as I am bound to you. Give me this one night and the next time you wish to pleasure yourself with my body I will not try to fight you. Please, my lord," she said. Her sapphire eyes searched his eyes for a measure of lasting compassion. Would he let her deny him her body for this one night or was he not a man of self-restraint? Aquarius was faced with a dilemma, the fact that she denied him for the first time tempted him. He could say no, force her onto the bed and take her like the sex kitten he tried to make her to be. But he had restraint, he had long terms goals despite his impulse, he knew how to make good decisions. "I don't seek your forgiveness... and if you say you wish to sleep alone... then I shall allow that to happen." He said as he walked over to the door and opened it. "You do deserve a good night's sleep and I guess you wouldn't want me beside you. So have a good night my dear." Aquarius said stroking her hair lightly before letting her go, he was going to only dream of what this night would be, alone and without her warmth, but it would open up more opportunities, she had said she'd allow herself to be taken without a fight... he eagerly awaited his next time. Meme collected her sword and departed from Aquarius's chambers. "Good night, my lord," she said as she walked past him. Truth be told the lady knight was surprised that Aquarius actually let her leave. There was much on her mind. Sleep would not come easy especially if she was forcibly bedded by the king's adviser a third time. Sleep still did not come easily to Meme as she lay awake in her own bed in the safety of her chambers. Hours must have passed based on the shifting of the moonlight that washed in from the tall windows that lined one wall of her room. Eventually an uneasy sleep took her. Keme personally double-checked the strap of the saddle Aquarius would be using. It was fastest to travel by horseback since they were to be moving supplies. The Imperial White were consistently known as being one of the fastest and most intelligent breeds. It was a cool, gray morning. Not the best travelling weather, but she had be assured that they would not encounter rain along the way. The lady knight moved to her own horse giving the mare a pat on the neck as she waited for Aquarius. They would depart from the entrance court of the castle and take the main roads keeping up a steady sheathings went according to plan. Out of the corner of Meme's vision she could see Sir Taurus by his own horse making his preparations. His sleep wasn't very peaceful either, he had chosen to let her go therefore putting himself through a lot of uncomfort. He felt alone in that room, Meme didn't want him at all... did she? Did she really mean she'd give her body to him after this night? Or was it a way for her to push things back, trying to deny him as much as possible? He pondered upon Meme more than what he would do int he frontline after reaching there. He has eventually fallen asleep cursing himself that he didn't have the warm and soft comfort of his knight, after sleeping with her for one night, he found himself longing for her more. When the morning came, he gave the last minute checks to the place. He knew that he'd be riding, which wasn't something he is like but for haste was certainly better than a carriage. They had escorts as well to go with him as well as Meme, he found it a surprise that Taurus was going with them, not something that Aquarius liked, somehow he had grown to become jealous of him, despite himself not showing any romantic feelings for Meme... threats were still threats." Good morning milady." Taurus said to her as he saw Meme checking the saddles and preparing everything before they'd leave. "How are you? I'm sorry the plan didn't go as well as we wanted. Are you... okay?" Meme, who had yet to see that Aquarius had joined them, looked up when she heard Taurus. "Sir Taurus," she gave him a polite bow. She picked her words carefully, "I. I am well, sir. Lord Aquarius and I talked the situation over, and he agrees he will be able to contribute more to the war effort from the front lines." She was not lying, but she could not help but look away from Taurus. It was then that she saw her lord. "Will you excuse me?" Meme asked Taurus looking back to him. "I must see if Lord Aquarius had any concerns to address before we leave the safety of the castle." With another polite bow the lady knight excused herself from what could have been an uncomfortable conversation with her old friend. Keme approached Aquarius. "Good morning, my lord," Meme greeted with a bow. Taurus looked the same as he realized that Aquarius had arrived. He knew that her answer was likely to appease her lord than anything. "Take care of yourself Lady Silvering." He said to her in an equally polite tone, but his face showed her concern. He greeted Aquarius with courtesy, but he held nothing but contempt for the manipulative adviser." Good morning to you too Meme." He responded with a wide smile. "I hope that you have slept well and is ready to set off into the frontline to contribute to battle." He said, carrying his belongs with him while some guards carried more of it that were going to be put onto another horse to carry." Well then, let us set off." The Lord adviser said before he mounted his horse with his beautiful bodyguard next to her as they rode out the castle gates with the guards and numerous other lieutenant and strategists that set out to aid the front lines. The journey thus far had been uneventful. For the majority of it Meme kept silent responding only as needed. The caravan had ridden at a steady pace until the sun was beginning to crown the distant horizon. Meme helped to set up camp and only once she was certain that the horses were properly secured did she go to check in with the others. She found Taurus near the main camp fire and asked with a friendly bow, "Sir Taurus is everything set for the night?" Admittedly a part of her was stalling for time before she needed to be by Aquarius's side. And also admittedly there was a part of her that felt guilty for not being more talkative with the sir knight who was both a dear friend and comrade in arms. If there was anyone she would rather make a potentially hazardous journey with Meme could not think of them. They two knights knew each other's style and therefore were unlikely to accidentally get in each other's way should a fight break out. Aquarius looked on at Meme more times than he should have. Normally one did not pay much attention to their bodyguard, but the king's adviser seemed to be checking out the lady knight constantly. Of course, he did make sure that the others did not take notice of it, unless without constantly staring at Aquarius and not missing a single move that he did. As they set camp he simply stood there, noticing that Meme was going over to Taurus, he felt another tinge of jealousy." Yes everything is fine. How did you find the journey?" He asked him as he smiled back at the lady knight. Aquarius took this time to step into view, not bothering to hide his dislike for the man as he walked over to Meme." How are things here?" He asked, looking over at Taurus, not showing off any of his discontent in his voice, he was obviously there for Meme and Taurus would see the possessiveness of the man over his bodyguard as he pretended not to notice. Aquarius refrained from wrapping his hand around Meme despite wanting to, he'd talk with her over this once they would go to their tent. Meme opened her mouth to reply to Taurus when Aquarius snaked into view. "I was just checking with Sir Taurus to make sure everything is in order. The journey had been very smooth so far. If Lady Luck is on our side we should arrive at our destination a little sooner than expected," she said more or less to the both of them. The tension between them made the lady knight uncomfortable. For the sake of keeping the men from breaking out into a fight Meme turned her full attention to Aquarius. "My lord, the road ahead of us is still long. We should turn in to make sure we will be ready in the morning," then she turned to Taurus and gave him a polite bow, "Good night, Sir Taurus. Thank you for granting us your sword and shield. May they always serve you well." Perhaps on the formal side, but Meme felt that Taurus deserved more than what she was allowed to afford him." My lord," Meme motioned for Aquarius to start toward the tent first least he hangs around to taunt Taurus. Aquarius smiled, surely Meme would not try anything else now that he was here to "look after" her. "Oh yes of course. I hope the journey had been good for you too sir knight."" It has." Taurus said to him, maintaining his courtesy, although he too could see the tension rise. When Meme offered to leave he was relieved, he didn't want to get on the bad side of the adviser, but his moves were something he could not stand." Keme... I hope you're not mad about me still." He said, instead of sounding confronting or unforgiving he seemed kind, even though he was angry over her actions and was aware that she was avoiding him. "In any case..." He led her to the tent and went inside. "I don't want you to think bad of me." He said to her, leaning close and kissing her. "Do you have absolutely not feelings for me?" He asked, his hands unconsciously going over to undress her. "I've already told you of my feelings, my lord," Meme said feeling very tired suddenly. As promised she did not put up a fight, although she did make a small attempt to dissuade him. "We need to be quiet, my lord. The others will hear," she said quietly feeling Aquarius take away her defenses. She did not return the kiss merely stood their passively as he started on her. Meme gave him a sad look. He was surprised by the lack of resistance she had offered up, normally she would at least verbally reject him. Perhaps it was for the night that he had allowed her to sleep on her own that made her be determined to actual hold her promise. He paused before undressing her completely. "Meme... are you that against it?" He said referring to the kiss he had given her in which she didn't respond to. He pulled her down onto the mattress as he slipped into the blankets. "We don't have to if you're against it, after all we have more traveling tomorrow, if you think it's going to effect that we'll just wait until later... you're mine after all." Meme looked to Aquarius. "I would... like to wait. I am concerned about what the condition of the front lines will be when we arrive," she told him attempting to distract him. She turned on her side to face him remaining close. It was much colder without her clothes and Aquarius was admittedly a source of warmth. "The situation was rapidly deteriorating when we left," she pressed on. Was she that against laying with him? Perhaps, but she was also feeling the guilt and shame of her actions forced or otherwise. The man looked at her, she was still finding ways push him away. "I won't take you today then." He said, despite his urge to just screw her, either in her front or back entrance being so strong he managed to stop himself. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her. "But I will want my release... would you be so kind as to help me? It's your duty after all." He said as he breathed against her ears, kissing her earlobes before he licked down her neck. "Please me Meme." She gave an involuntary shiver as he traced his tongue down the side of her neck. "Yes, my lord," Meme replied quietly. It still feltwrongto be doing what she was, but Meme pushed aside those feelings for now. She would deal with them in the morning, she told herself. Then she moved down Aquarius's body, hesitated a moment long enough to plant a lone kiss on his stomach, to greet his manhood with her warm mouth. The lady knight knew that was what would please him the most. She worked him over with her mouth remembering what he liked most and taking direction from his verbal cues. He seemed to enjoy the rhythmic motion of his manhood sliding into her mouth from tip to base. Meme only wished he would be so kind as to keep his voice down. If Marius found out.... she tried not to think of what would happen or how he would react to being confronted with such hard evidence of her affair with Aquarius. Aquarius was rather pleased with the way she had responded. The way she had kept herself from telling what happened to other people, sure it wasn't any mess he couldn't clean up, but it was still more trouble up top of what was already happening. After all he was being shifted to the frontline where things were a lot more fatal if he made the wrong choices. Someone like Meme could really help to relieve that stress. He smiled as she moved, her graceful movement slowly pleasuring his body, making him shiver. She was an amazing woman, watching her slowly take his member into her was insanely erotic. "Mummy... keep doing that." He urged her, but his moans were already telling her to do that. He knew to keep his voice down since they were in a tent, but occasional loud gasps could still be heard as she skillfully sucked on him. Furthermore, he felt his climax building up very rapidly as he watched her suck him more. Her eyes did not look up at him, she kept them closed and focused her concentration on pleasuring Aquarius. Her hesitations eased so that her movements seemed intentional, sensual. They way it throbbed in her mouth told Meme that he was close to climaxing. She sucked harder, increasing the pace in which her head bobbed up and down along the shaft as she did so. Harder and faster, making her lord moan before his seed spilled into her mouth. He moaned as he felt her continued to move up and down his member with her mouth, his moaned became louder and louder, he had all the intention to mount her again after this... liking to take her multiple rounds like they did the first time." I think you're every bit as well suited to be in bed pleasing men as you are on fighting my dear." He moaned as he ran his hand though her hair, eventually he was unable to hold himself back as he screamed, shooting his load into her mouth, making her drink it all." Get yourself ready for it." He told her, with the intention of take her pussy now. He didn't let her go until she swallowed it all. As soon as she was able to she broke away from his grasp and rolled over to the side of the bed sputtering and coughing. His seed was pungent. Meme told herself she did not like the taste. The coughing stopped and she heard his command. Immediately she sat up her attention turning to the king's adviser. "I gave you your release," she said indignantly barely keeping her voice in check. After all, tent walls were nowhere near as thick as castle walls. Someone was bound to overhear if they weren't mindful. She was upset with him for going back on his word and tried to get out of bed before he had a chance to grab her. He smiled at her once he had come in her mouth. "But we're not done yet." He said, the man was known to take her many times and even though they weren't in the safety of their castle walls he didn't care so much for it as he moved himself closer to her." Just as long as you know to be quiet... we'd be fine." He said, going to help her onto the bed before spreading her legs and then moving his member up against her folds, teasing her before he pushed in. Meme bit her lip as he pushed into her without her consent. "You promised!" she hissed in anger at him, but still her voice was kept low. Her body betrayed her with its readiness for sex. He glided in and out of her, his deep thrusts making her breasts bounce subtly. "Shouldn't have trusted you..." she whispered turning her head away from him. If she closed her eyes she could try and ignore the indecent moans, the lewd sound of his body slapping up against hers. Her body was just as good as the first time if not better. "You're a... liar," she gasped. His grin grew wider. He promised? Well, he had forgotten about it, but he didn't care for keeping such a promise, compared to simply going to take her." I do apologize. You could say that with a body like yours... it's... irresistible." He told her as he pushed deep into her and began to slowly pound her with his cock, hands holding onto her sexy legs as he fucked her." Are you enjoying it?" he asked he as he leaned down, keeping his moans low as he kissed her neck. "No," she told me, but it sounded like a lie. She kept her moans stifled the best she could until he kissed her neck. Meme gasped and moaned when he kissed her neck secretly loving the feeling of his tongue on her neck. She put her hands on his chest to push Aquarius away from her. The lady knight looked up at the adviser giving him a sour look. It was as threatening as a kitten giving a sulking look to someone who had just splashed her with water. That was to say not threatening at all. Her legs on either side of his body raised up allowing him to go deeper into her body. He heard her moan. "Oh... I think you yourself is lying Meme." He said to her as he began to pound faster into her, his cock pushed deep into her pussy while he moved his hands to rub her breasts, sensually moving his fingers to start pinching slightly at them... wanting to assault all of her sense and fill her mind with pleasure... have her unable to deny that she was enjoying it. Aquarius moaned... though keeping his voice low, as he moved his hand to her waist, still thrusting his cock deep into her nether lips, slowly working up towards his climax. "I want to do this to you every night Meme... you're completely irresistible." "Be too tired to protect you," she warned breathlessly from underneath him. Her body was hot and sweaty, her womanhood even hotter and slicker welcoming him back in with each thrust. She had squirmed when he fondled her breasts and gave a sigh of relief when he left them alone again. Subconsciously she wrapped her legs around his body hooking them behind his back at the ankles to help pull him deeper into her every time he thrust. Meme raised a hand to cover her mouth and grasped at the bedsheets with the other hand. It was wrong for her to feel good like this, she knew, not when it was Aquarius having his way with her. "It's okay... I'm sure that you'll protect me even in the more dire of situations." He told her as he pushed into her. It was clear that Aquarius seemed more interested in using her body to make sure he felt good rather than using her as a bodyguard. Of course, he was confident in his abilities to protect himself. Once couldn't always depend on everyone around them. He enjoyed pounding into her. "Even though each time you resist me... you always seem to like it in the end." He said, giving her butt a few spanks as he approached his climax. Of course despite their attempts to keep things quiet... their little session didn't go unnoticed. There was a shadow in the night who moved unseen passed every guard. This shadow was a shade sent to spy on the encampment. However, just as it thought it had nothing interesting to report back, and was beginning to fear the consequences of such a lackluster report, noise caught its attention. The shade paused for a moment, then grew closer to the tent and listened hard. Sex was nothing unfamiliar to the spy and there was no mistaking the sound of a woman being taken by a man. Keme shot him an angry glare, but said nothing to deny her pleasure in being taken by him. How could she? Certainly not when she was this wet and close to receiving his seed. "You ask for much," she said when she pulled her hand away from her mouth. She'd taken a vow and so would lay her life down for him should he order it. Or if the need presented itself. He continued to take her as he pushed himself deep into her body. "Maybe I do... but if you had been more appreciative of your pleasures... things wouldn't be as bad." He said to her, hands holding onto her as he continued to thrust himself into her folds. He soon came as he shot his load into her body, grunting loudly in pleasure as he gradually slowed down his thrusts. "MMM. You're as sweet as ever. I will enjoy you in the future." Finally done with her, he pulled himself back to go lay on the bed to rest with her. The shade disappeared back it its master. This was something that he could use, something he could exploit. Back inside the tent Meme said nothing to Aquarius. She rolled on her side so she wouldn't have to face him as she tried to fall asleep. She didn't sleep well and rose from bed at dawn with the other soldiers. Not wanting to face Aquarius so early in the morning, Meme put on only enough of her armor to appear decent and carried the rest bundled under her arm across camp. Meme took a seat on a log that had been dragged near a campfire that had reduced to a smoldering pile overnight. There was a faint sigh from the woman as she tightened the laces on her armor starting with her Greaves and working her way up. Movement behind her caused Meme to stiffen her hands pausing a moment before returning to work on tightening a buckle on the side of her Coors. "Good morning," she greeted without looking up from her task. He slept quite soundly, as there was no warnings of any intrusions. The shade obviously leaving after he got what he needed. Aquarius woke up to look for her but finding her already gone. He sighed a little and got himself dressed. While he could fool around in the evening he would need to be more serious by day. He began to look for her.

Dove and Shadows [Qt and Outlier]|rating:2.0

[M] Quest for the People of Vorronga (1X1 GodlyD&D and trouble.muffin)

The tribal people of Verona dwell in the wide canyon known for them, along the Verona River in it from the headwaters hundreds of thousands of Verona feet inland to the coastal delta. They are divided by into two communities of separate factions. The Primary Group, having traditional worship of the most high, Logo, with observance of his ways, dwell in the middle area of the length of the river. The Contrary Group, with observing the omens and signs of Idem, live further inland approaching the headwaters. All the people are cliff dwellers, with homes on three levels in spaces that over a millennium were widened and shaped further by the dwellers over many generations. The people there live basically in the way of Stone Age people, they know still about metal and its use. But there is virtually no metal in this world, save for very few and valued tools from metal that had come in a very rough ball which fell from the skies hundreds of years earlier. Now there is news of another such ball of metal that had just fallen from the skies, far inland beyond the river. Scouts and strong men are being sent out to find it, from both factions, that are competing between each other for finding it and retrieving it. There are yet items and practices here among the people which have use of magic. Jorald, a strong man of the Primary clan six feet in height in his early twenties, with medium length blondish brown hair, fell for a sweet young Contrary clan woman. He seduced her and when they met in seclusion he cunningly had her kidnapped for her to be with him still. But then the commission to find that source of metal (it is exotic metal!) had him sent with others for that. He chose quickly to leave the kidnapped young Contrary clan woman with the Wiser One, a man of power among them who would value an apprentice. Jerald saw no other choice. There were five other men around his age that were appointed, with him, to go upland, and go up out of the canyon avoiding the Contrary area, where one among the five, Zanzibar, had met a few others who traveled and spoke with ca different speech, who had indicated to him that they were witnesses of the new small body falling quickly from the sky, and knew where it fell. Zanzibar showed them a small blade from the original exotic metal, a dense heavy item, yet quite strong, and those others nodded, indicating that was the substance of the new fallen body. Jerald and three others were stronger than Zanzibar and one other, who were guiding them, they brought with them a large carrying structure to bring that fallen object from the sky back with them. And they wanted to get there to bring it before anyone from the Contrary clan got there to do anything like that. Jorald had then indicated to his beloved nineteen-year-old that she must stay with the Wise One he brought her to, and learn from him, until he would return from the quest he had to go on with those others. Betrayal smoldered in Melina's dark eyes as she studied the Primary clansman's face. He couldn't really mean to leave her so soon and with a stranger, no less. In the weeks since they'd met, Jerald had sworn repeatedly that he refused to be pulled away from her. Melina had laughed his words off at first, taking them to be empty promises to persuade a maiden to part with her tunic. Then, as the rest of his clansmen prepared for their march downriver, Jerald summoned her to their meeting place "a final time." It was not a farewell trust, as Melina had presumed. Instead, she had been swept away, leaving each of her siblings with at least another hour's worth of daily tasks. All this had been so he could leave her with some Whitehead like a servant's rowdy child? Slender fingers cupped her hip and her elbow jutted out defiantly. She may as well be helping her kin instead if she was to be forced into labor either way. "Why can't I go with you?" she demanded. "Why must you go at all? Let another chase the gestures of random travelers." They were standing at the front of the home of Betoken, the Wise One, one of the first level homes built into the cliffside. Jerald said, "Melina, my sweetest one, I would have you go with me if I could. I am required to go with the other strong men for this, which would be most highly valued to the people here, who have so little of any metal, and I cannot excuse myself from it. I still go knowing it will be with difficulties, and we must be competitive. Furthermore, I want to be right back here, just to be with you. While I go, I need to know I leave you in the safest place I can have you. If you really want, we can have you talk with big man Memories, with his advisors, who all do not know you so far, to beseech them to appoint you to go with us. Here is really the best and safest for you, still, as far as I can see." He stepped toward her, wanting to embrace her and kiss her yet again. Benorken, the Wise One who had seen fifty-nine winters, a modest appearing man with streaks of white through his hair and especially in his whiskers, stood nearby at the front of his small cliffside home. He said then, "I remember seeing Jerald from the time he was a young boy. I came to know him better, and we got along fine when he started in my training four summers ago. But while he was not so fit for the things I can train one for, he was still strong though, and besides being good at snapping, he helps in times when others want to move stones they would use which are too heavy for them, which he can still do. He had too much difficulty learning these things, about recognizing herbs and their best uses, and how to give the right chant, triggering supernatural power from glowing stones." He turned then, and said, "Come this way." He went to a carved wooden structure inside his place, which opened from the top, and he pulled out a curious object. It was a roughly round object, like a stone, about the size of a grapefruit, it was clear, so that it could be seen through, with the very slightest rosy tint. He held it up to be seen. "This is a shell, carved through, of such stones that used to glow. They have a flowery glow, they have been known to some as flower gemstones. The emanation from them has been found to be dangerous to those staying too near to it, those then grow deformities from that. But the shell constructed from one when it loses its glow and emanation, and any of its remaining supernatural power that could have been triggered for release, can be used with a new glowing stone whenever one though rare is found again, with the shell surrounding it shielding one with it from the harmful gemstone emanation, while the glow is seen better than ever, and supernatural power can still be released through it." Jorald said, "It grows later, and the others are waiting for me, Melina my sweetest, what will you do? Would you still go speak with big man Memories, to go with us instead?" An auburn braid silently swept across her back as she turned her chin away from his approach and stared past his right shoulder to keep her eyes dry. Two rows of dwellings staggered above them, roughly following the curve of the cliff from which they’d been carved. Primaries had at least this much in common with her homeland. Mehl could feel the leather armor beneath his shirt as his arm slid around her waist, reminding her of the danger that lurked beyond this stone haven. It didn’t seem like this would protect him much, but was better than bare skin and cloth. Jerald needed to be able to fight with full force, and detracting from that for the sake of his company was admittedly selfish. She relented to his embrace and with a cheek against his chest muttered, “Return with the metal, but alone. Free yourself of any notion I’ll tolerate some sister-wife.” Another voice cut in, reminding her that the two were far from alone. Warmth flushed Melina’s face at the realization that there had been an audience to a rather intimate moment. She surely didn’t want to be seen as a strumpet in the town she’d now call home. Her embarrassment quickly subsided as the Wise One spoke of Jerald’s training, and she pictured him heaving against a stone for a fellow townsman. He did seem like one who’d be quick to offer help, especially if it doubled as a chance to show off his strength. They followed Betoken inside, where the strange and beautiful object he pulled from its wooden box further persuaded Melina to stay. She had never heard of these flower gemstones, and yearned to learn more of their magical glow. With luck, there was something among this whiteheads array of trinkets that could help her be of use to her beloved on his journeys so he wouldn’t need to leave her. As though he’d heard her thoughts, Jerald asked for her decision once more. Melina sighed before replying, “No, I shouldn’t delay your team-- now or on the journey. You’re right that they have yet to meet me and such an unconventional request might not be a most favorable first impression. I hate that we must part, but I suppose you are the fittest.” Slender fingers traced along his arm with the last remark to emphasize his fitness. She caught herself and placed her hand politely back in his, still not used to being around him outside their secluded meeting place. “You should go, before I lose my resolve,” she said adding in her thought sand my restraint. "Melina, I have only eyes for you, I want you to know that. I will go then, only to return as soon as I can to you. You are safe here until then, I trust you to wait for me too." Jerald leaned forward to give her a brief kiss, and said, "Goodbye my love until later." He then turned and went briskly on to join the others. The Wise One Betoken, often called the Wiser, said then after the smallest moment, "I can show you more things I think you would be interested to know. And you may freely ask me questions, about this place, the people, or anything I might know about around here. But first, I will lead you this way for you to see your own sleeping quarter while you remain here. You may remain in seclusion here." He went back through the interior to the wall on one side, and Melina, after watching Jerald depart toward a group of men further on, saw then a door there were Betoken went, with material draped over it hanging down. When Melina went to the doorway and moved the material draped over it to the side, she saw the spacious room there with piles of cleaned processed skins placed on top of each other enough to make an appearance of a most comfortable bed, almost a foot off the floor of that room, more than she had seen for a bed before, further layers at one end toward a wall would be making a pillow place for her head. There was a flat top rock near it with an unlit lamp set on it. A couple of open-top boxes were nearby in that room. The Wise One Betoken said, "I was hoping this space would be quite fine for you, that you might choose to remain in as far as you would be comfortable with it, being available to you as long as you remain here. I will almost always be available in the wider front room, and will answer what I can any time." During this time Jerald and the other five on their quest went along the Verona River upstream, through thick forests along the way, continuing along it right until the site of Contrary homes were in view. She watched Jerald and his group head down the wide path with the buzz of his kiss still fresh on her lips. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth and a bit down to keep from crying, not wanting to appear weak in front of her new host. As though sensing her torment, Betoken didn’t let the silence linger long.“More like the flower gemstone? Please, I’d like to learn it all!” She answered. After he turned to pass through the covered door, Melina slipped a hand up to quickly wipe the stray tear that had silently welled over. She hoped it would not be long that she’d remain here without her only reason for leaving home. Upon stepping through the doorway she realized that loneliness would likely be the only discomfort of her stay in these quarters. Her own bed was soft enough, but on the ground and once a year or so she awoke to a mouse or some other vermin scuttling over the sheets. Raising it seemed such a simple solution, yet one her family never thought to try after a long day’s work in the fields. She patted the pillow area and stroked the sleeping furs with a thumb as she replied, “I appreciate these preparations. It seems most comfortable, only lacking in my beloved.” Mehlika set the rolled pack containing the few personal items and pieces of clothing she’d managed to slip off with on the bed. Leaning one hand on the stone’s flat surface, she met the Wiser’s eyes and asked, “What were you trying to teach Jerald that he was not so fit for? Perhaps if I can offer balance to his abilities I won’t keep getting left behind.” The Wiser, Betoken, said, "When a new glowing flower gemstone is found, and is put in such a shell as is needed for that, as this, use of it must first have what supernatural form of power it has, whether it serves for alteration, or for teleportation. There are distinct ways of triggering any of that for either, which are not the same. There are the certain ways waving of the contained glowing flower gemstone for the needed result, with the certain call voiced out, for triggering it. So there will be much to learn for practice for that. The glowing flower gemstones are rare, and are limited in how long they are useful, so knowledge for their use must be ready for it when one is gained." Now while none are available right now though I would have you practice for use of one, there is knowledge of herbs that is immediately useful for you." “Once a stone is used for one purpose, can it be repurposed for the next use? Would a traveler need to carry at least two? What means of alteration are within its capabilities?” Melina asked. The Wiser spoke of this magic in a way that was difficult for the newcomer to follow, but she was determined to learn. Surely Jerald would be impressed if she could master something with which he struggled. "There is much for me to learn. How soon can we start?" Melina took her small satchel from the larger pack and draped it over a shoulder to show she was ready even now.“You mentioned herbs; that seems like something I will take too quickly. I have some knowledge of plants from helping around the house and in the field, mostly for use in the kitchen. Might some of the herbs be the same as upstream? Perhaps we could peruse the grounds for some examples of the plants you forage." The Wiser answered, "There is little to repurpose a glowing flower gemstone for, and they are rare, and found in unique circumstances. It is not none, but very little, I will reveal more about that at a later time, as it will be useless knowledge unless you learn a lot from me very well, and the right glowing flower gemstone is found then. One found can be used triggering its power for many days. Yet the glow eventually fades, and the power does not remain available. It is very rare that two are found around the same time, though I have heard of it. There were even three, around the same time, just a few times. It would not be really certain the same one individual could acquire more than one of them in those times either. It is best to hope you would find one when you are ready and prepared, in such right circumstances for it, and then you may be ready for using that, whether it is for alteration, or for teleportation. With alteration, using the right motions to trigger the right thing of what is desired, you might take what is the form of one thing for that to become the form of another thing, a duplicate of the first in the appearing form. That other thing will remain that way, unless it is living, and it is killed, or unless a reverse of the alteration is cast on it." It will involve much training, for something you do not know when it would be available to you. Training is needed for the knowledge of the herbs, but it is not so much needed for that in comparison, and it would be for use of what grows around here. There is no knowledge we have of any herbs that do not grow right here or in places nearby. We will focus on what will interest you right off, and you can change what you would like training in anytime. And we certainly can make outings for what there is to see around here." Zanzibar the primary guide of the group told the five others who went this way, "We will avoid being seen by any there of the Contrary Mórrígan people to not have them compete for what we look for, that they might bring back the fallen body of metal instead of us. There is a little used path up this side of the canyon, which will lead in the general direction of where we need to go. I need to look around here where I will spot that path again." Fazibar approached the canyon wall which had more than a 45° slope and in places a 60° slope. He came back a short while later, with concern showing on his face. "I found the path. But there are two huge snakes laying right in front of where we would have the way of access to go up that way." Eldubar the other one going as a guide said, "I recognize the different snakes, I should look at them." Elder went to where Zanzibar indicated they needed to go. He said, "These snakes are huge. The biggest snakes I know are certain banded snakes, which eat other snakes, and rodents, lizards, birds and bird eggs. Those do not have poisonous bites to humans. But these are different snakes." Elder tried to explain. "These are much bigger, these have broad arrow shaped heads, the bodies are thick so they appear to be heavy, with reddish blotches that bend in at the middles. I have not seen snakes like this before." The others had drawn closer to that location, and they looked for a while. The snakes moved around a little, but did not raise themselves up and did not yet show awareness of those men or threaten them." Parbesald who was a little older than Jerald said, "We cannot have this stopping us from our mission to retrieve the metal body that dropped to the earth. We have to have a way to go on." Fazibar said, "But if these snakes have a poisonous bite how can we continue and be safe from that?"" Is there really no other way up?" Parietal asked." There is no other path. We would otherwise be trying to scramble up the slope with our hands and feet, with some risk, and no ability to carry what we bring as we do so. And it is pointless to go looking for another path as we go further toward the Contrary Mórrígan homes, to be in sight of them." Jorald said, "Then we have to deal with these snakes, and not wait much longer." Jerald went quickly back among the trees from which they had just come. Looking around above him for a while, he spotted a branch he wanted, and took up his knife of the metal his people had acquired much earlier, which the others with him were also carrying, with taking it out from the sheath, he cut away with the sharp edge on it until the branch was cut off. He then cut off the extended growth and leaves leaving it cut just past where it divided in two directions. He looked around again, a bit longer, and found a second branch he wanted. Furthermore, he cut that up the same way. After putting the knife safely away, and carried the cut branches with him back to where the others were. Fazibar said, "You were taking rather long. You did not just go to relieve yourself as we thought?"" I made preparations, for dealing with these snakes. You can hold these items I have been carrying, for just now. Get yourselves ready to move." Jorald went right away toward the snakes still carrying the branches. As he came close one raised its forepart up facing him. He thrust the branch at it and with both ends past the division of the branch going on either side of it, Jerald pinned it to the ground. The other snake raised itself up, and Jerald pinned it to the ground. But then both snakes thrashed around the rest of their serpentine bodies." Go, all of you, on that path, now! These snakes are strong, I can't hold them so long, now is the chance!" The five others then hurried toward the path while trying carefully to avoid those snakes with their heads pinned down and their bodies with long tails thrashing about. When they managed going a good way up along the path where it went on the side of the canyon wall, Jerald let go and ran after them, leaping to the side as he sensed either snake reaching after him. The others had gone quickly and were far ahead. But as Jerald at the moment was not carrying anything he hurried on and saw he was catching up with them. “I see. It seems the teleportation stone might be most useful of the two. Someday I wish to find that type, then. Jerald might even be back by now if we were able to use that! It would also mean that precious treasures could not be reached by an enemy first.” Melina realized as she spoke that her own tribe was likely among the enemies she mentioned. Eyebrows furrowed, she said a silent prayer that Harold’s party never encountered one from her homeland. The thought of bloodshed on either side should they meet was one she hadn’t considered carefully enough when falling for the burly, yet gentle Primary man. Concentration was not a strength of hers while near him.“Yes, herbalism seems to be the best focus for now. Thank you for your guidance. Would it be alright to begin around here today? I feel quite restless while I gather my bearings. Already the silence here is a stark contrast to home. Peaceful, to be sure, but there was always some sort of commotion in my family.” In the pause that followed, Melina strained to hear anything that might remind her of home. Only the fluttering of a door’s covering in the breeze cut through the silence. She sighed and once again wondered whether Jerald’s decision to bring her here had been true love, fate, or sheer impulse. The stillness was more than her racing mind could bear. “Forgive my blathering. Has this always been your home? Do you have siblings as well?” As she asked she stepped slowly towards the door, eager to explore more of this new residence. The Wiser answered, "I was the runt among my siblings, and in my development strenuous activity damaged my spine. I was not promising for any activities my siblings or other youth my age would be involved in. I was shunned. But a wise elder before me with knowledge of herbs, and memory of preceding experiences with glowing flower gemstones among predecessors, took me in and willingly let me learn from him, here in this dwelling. I lived a long time here with him, and in the end we learned further things together. I will have more to speak of him as well. But let us make our outing now, shall we?" Jerald was agile, for the path going up more gradually along the side of the canyon wall was not wide. It had been made by sheep, and had been used mostly by them, with few exceptions of the times any people had gone that way, up out of the canyon or returning into it. But Jerald was not going to slacken when it could give snakes that might pursue him a chance to catch up. And so he neared the others ahead of him. Fazibar turned noticing his approach, and then said, "Relax, Jerald. Those snakes are not coming this way." Jorald stopped and looked behind him. With relief, he saw that indeed those two huge snakes, that even Elder could not identify, remained at the bottom of the canyon wall where the path upstarted." Why do they just stay there, and not go anywhere?" Eldubar answered, "They might be there to mate. You know snakes prefer to come out from shady places to warm themselves up in warm spots in the sun, and the path would have seemed to be such a warm spot for them." Jorald thought to himself, there was hope then the snakes would be long gone when he and the others returned, and with the fallen mass of metal hopefully, as planned. There was the gradual climb up, still, a long way with the gradual slope of the path along the canyon side with a much greater slope. In places the path was quite narrow, with the canyon wall on one side and the drop far down on the other, so that they moved carefully along it, and all along this way they went single file anyway, with Jerald coming last, right after Zanzibar. Finally after the long way, Parietal in front said, I see we are almost at the top, where this path leads to." The two stepped out from that home shelter at the lowest level of the cliffside here. The Wiser said, as he turned back toward the cliffside, "I suppose I should tell you about some of these homes here. You should be able to identify this one where we shall stay, it has its distinct opening with the more crooked side on the right. It is a pattern, look at it to know it, it should be familiar to you, and you will know this is it just by seeing that. The other openings to the other homes do not have the same distinction, though no sides are perfectly straight, these were all modified from small caves that were here far past any memories. On the second level above it, and three home openings further that way, is the home where I lived when little with my family. There is one brother from that family who lives there now with his family. He would have nothing to do with me if I had not gained the respect of all the people from all I had learned in becoming the Wise One now. Jerald's family has their home the other way on that second level, over there. Of course his own place where he brought you is just a little further that way. There is certainly that walkway along the second level to go from one home to any other on that level. The steps going from level to level are just in those few places you can see from here. And big man Memories lives at that first home on this lower level, over there. His advisors have meetings with him there. There is a meeting place for a larger group of people over there, a little away from the cliffside, at such times a fire is used at that spot for gathering around. All things we gather are further on, where much more grows nearer to the river. There are fish caught, and sometimes a beaver is caught, that people here might get meat from, but I get by not using any of that, I am in good health with foods of certain vegetation I make sure I use. Things like tanned leather came about from the attack long ago by the chameleons, viscous creatures with sharp bony jaws, which killed several here, but with many uniting here they were defeated. A dozen of them were killed, though a few escaped and were not seen afterward, and they were skinned, and the pelts used, and soon leather was tanned from that." As Jerald and those with him came to the hilly top that was beyond the canyon, Zanzibar asked, "As it is a really careful climb we had to make coming up along the path to be up here, will it not be really very difficult to get the mass of metal that landed back with us down that same way?" Jorald said, "It will be difficult. But see the carrying structure that Parietal is carrying? Those two long extensions reach out at both ends. Two might hold the two extensions in a row in the front and two can do that in a row in the back, as we go single file as we had. We will have to be more careful as those of us bearing that will not have hands free as we go down along that narrow path. It is good that we who were chosen for it are strong and have great coordination." Fazibar said quietly, "I would be concerned about that." As they went on they saw there were flocks of sheep, wild untamed animals here, among the hills above the canyon. Most were far off, a few were nearer. One large ram nearby looked up from grazing, observing them then. Jerald alerted the others. "It looks like that ram is going to charge us," he said. As the others looked, the ram suddenly went into motion. Jerald hurried over to Parietal who held the carrying structure. "Let me hold this, all of you guys back up that way." Jerald parted from them and waved the structure. The ram noticing it charged then right toward him. Jerald kept his eye on the charging ram as it ran toward him, the others all moved further away, not understanding what Jerald was doing. He held the structure before him, and a moment before the ram reached him he stepped abruptly aside, leaving the structure in front of the ram, but flipping it then up, the ram then never hit him. Jerald swiftly spun the structure with wooden rods for carrying, and struck at the ram now moving on with its momentum. There was little effect from that still as the ram was moving so fast. The ram tried to stop immediately and then turn, but did not manage it before stumbling on a small hard mound a little further on, and then with the momentum still hurdling into a tough shrub. The ram then got up and turned, to look for where Jerald, who the ram had just missed, was standing. The ram again prepared to charge, but was showing some fatigue. Jerald readied himself with the structure again right before him, and then the ram came again, with determination. The shape of the cliff differed slightly, but the dwellings themselves reminded Melina of home. Her own there was on the lowest level as well so that her family may easily access the fields they had tended for generations. She studied the door frame as the Wiser suggested and took note of the curve that widened on its right side.“When Jerald returns I suppose that means we’ll stay up there. What can you tell me of my future neighbors? He hardly speaks of his family.” Melina peered in the direction he pointed as she spoke, but couldn’t make out much of her lover’s dwelling. Curiosity was bound to draw her up to investigate before his return, but for now at least she turned back towards the Wiser. As they walked further from his cliffside home, she was surprised to learn of his self-imposed restrictions. Her family was used to getting by on mostly plants as well but had never turned up the chance for roasted meat if the opportunity arose. This man did seem in good health, though. Perhaps her father was wrong when he insisted that flesh was the ultimate source of strength. Her thoughts strayed back to her hand on Jerald’s armor, which must have been made of the same leather the Wiser now described as Melina realized it was not only old but irreplaceable. She hoped there was something to offer better protection in the sphere the party sought.“It seems most resources are scarce now that I think about it deeply,” the corners of Melina’s mouth pulled downwards as she finished speaking. A chill washed through her for the second time that day. It wasn’t as though things were more plentiful back in her homeland, but she hadn’t considered before how difficult it was to replace anything. Her parents, though not wealthy by any means, had done well to scrounge up whatever hand-me-downs she’d needed through the years. “Has this always been so?” "As scarce as now?? How would you think there is scarcity? Sure there are other animals outside this canyon, further away. But there are not the resources out there which we have in this canyon. There are certainly myriads of different vegetation here, most of which have usefulness to us. I hope you will learn of these. The beavers though abundant were not always here, they came to this area back around the time the chameleons came, and they grew in numbers since then. But before that we were all a fishing people, and there really are a great number of fish in the river, and crabs besides, and the very small animals. When I was very young I ate fish too. When beavers started coming in and then growing in number, people started using them too. But I was not alright with that. I could see for myself they were thinking and feeling beings that had their lives that they valued. This led to a process in my thinking, and I saw I could not deny that the fish could be that way too, their struggle in being caught was plainly visible. So I resolved to find what of the abundant vegetation, which fed animals as well, would be what I needed for living in good health still. And I weaned myself of the fish, though others here including family members did not approve. And with careful attention I found what must be the healthiest way, with the best selection I find possible from growing fruits, vegetables, seeds, nuts, and this grain that has been found. I use bits of the algae in the river, too." Betoken had come to the area of the gardens with Melina, where vegetables and berries were being grown. He said, "Over this way I have been growing a great variety separately that would be much of what I use. I have grown vegetation according to what I see to be families, according to their flowers. A lot of those are for food that is good for us, but some herbs are among them. Over here, with these potato plants, I have other useful plants of that potato family, edible fruit. They all have wide flowers of five close petals. And over this way there are these carrot plants, all of which are edible, and these others of carrot family, with their flowers spread out in umbels, and these others have useful edible leaves or stalks. Many of the herbs are here. Further along this way, there are the bean plants and others of the bean family, with their pods. Here I grow strawberries and these bramble plants with their berries are in that family with them. I grow hemp here for its useful fiber and things. Here are squash and melons together of the same family. Out on this side, I have this brassier family for useful food. Here is the asparagus family. And this way are my plants of the gallium family. There are still these grains that have been found that all our community is growing over there. We can go out further now to see the things that are growing among the trees nearer to the river." They went on, and came to where there were varieties of trees, some bearing fruit among them, with thick growth of shrubs all around in most places." Pay attention to these plants, nettles, which are important." Jerald had moved his position, and used the same strategy, and the ram came at the carrying structure rather than striking him. This time the ram was not fast enough passing him, and Jerald continued the motion of that structure to spin it into the position for it and strike the ram that was passing with the projection from behind, injuring it. That also propelled the ram forward, and as it had been going toward the edge of the canyon, this way the animal did not stop in time and went sliding down the edge, presumably to land on the pathway that the men had come up on. Jorald said to the others, "There are still other rams over there. We should really go on now." Jerald said to the others, "There are still other rams over there. We should really go on now." The other rams were a bit further off and did not seem to be a threat to them, the others with Jerald thought. But there was really no excuse to delay further for seeking the metal they were after. Any rest they might need could come later, but there was possibility they could come to the metal before that, and it would be important for having claim to it before any others might come for it. They went on past hills until the wild sheep were not in sight. Parietal asked then, "Zanzibar, where is the location of the fallen metal object we look for?" Fazibar answered, "There is a sort of canyon further that way, not as deep as that where we live in our homes, but wider, with a body of water in the center, like a small lake. It is there." Jorald asked, "We can go down in that, and carry the whole metal out?" Fazibar said, "I think you can. And it is not as steep as our own canyon." Jorald said, "We still would want to go along a path like we had from our canyon." Fazibar said, "I know others I have seen have gone down to that place." They went on, among slight hills here, a good deal of the time in the sun, in this mild weather, but with many clouds in the sky so that after each amount of time they had in the sunshine the sun would be hidden by a cloud at least as long. Others besides Zanzibar wondered if they were going in the right direction for what they sought. Finally, later in the day, Zanzibar pointed and said, "See? There is the canyon we are going to further ahead. We will soon come to its edge." Parbesald said, "And there are wolves over there trailing us, and they would soon catch up with us." Jerald and the others turned to look back along the way they had come. He spotted them, a good distance away, coming at a moderate pace. He said, "There are just two of those. They would not be a threat to all of us together." Parbesald said, "Yet they are following us. Why then?" Fazibar said, "They would still be a threat, I am sure, if they have been starving." Jorald said, "I think there is small chance of that. Parietal, you, and Elder keep an eye on them frequently. We should not delay in reaching the place we go to for that metal, which should be that way ahead of us. Let us keep going." They all saw then where the land ahead came to a stop where there was a wide opening, with the other side far off continuing from the side of the cliff there. As they continued and drew near to it, Parietal said, "Those two wolves are a lot closer now." Jerald said, "I do not know what is up with those wolves, as we outnumber them. Parietal, use the carrying structure as I did, opened up while waving it. The rest of us will pull out our blades just in case we have to defend ourselves against them." The two wolves were still approaching, now less than fifty feet away. Jerald yelled loudly, waving his arms, "Go away! Go back where you came from! Go, you do not want to mess with us!" The wolves stopped. The others with Jerald started yelling, and waving their arms too. The wolves stayed in that spot, and crouched, showing their teeth as they growled. Eldubar stopped yelling for a moment, and said, "Jerald, I think the wolves are driving us away from their young. We can only be safe moving further away." Jorald said to the others, "Back up slowly, along the way we were going!" He moved that way, yelling again at the wolves with his blade out ready for use. The others with him backed up then as Jerald had started to do, with more shouting and arm waving. The wolves yet stayed there where they crouched, looking still like they would pounce up at them. Jerald then said after a little more yelling, "Zanzibar, look back in the direction we go and let us know when we are coming to the edge of that canyon we are coming to, we were already close to it." He saw Zanzibar then turn to go forward to it as he resumed yelling toward the wolves. The wolves in the next moment stood up. Those wolves still bared their teeth in growls. The wolves did not move toward the men still as they backed up, most of them yelling and waving their arms, the one big one holding the spread out structure and waving it, while Zanzibar went facing forward in that direction. Some way further after the wolves were left dozens of feet further back, Zanzibar said, "We are coming up to the edge over that canyon. I think we can manage the slope here, but you should all face forward to do so." Jorald said, "Then let us go quickly. I do not think we should wait facing the wolves still. But there will be a messy battle if they come at us from behind as we go down that way." Eldubar said, "I will still look back as you go down before me, and I would say so if those wolves move still toward us." The others looked down over the edge of this oddly shaped canyon, which went around, with that lake in the middle at the bottom. It was at a slant here, just barely manageable at the top, but more manageable a little way further down. Jerald and Parietal went first, and found the first couple of steps steep enough that they had to run there so as not to skid that way and go uncontrollably further. The steepness decreased after that, and they managed to slow down and stop. Once they did, they looked back. Two others were coming right after them and then Zanzibar and Elder came. As Jerald watched, he saw the heads of the two wolves peer over the ledge of the cliff above. The others came to where Jerald and Parietal stood. Jerald said, "Be ready with your blades. The wolves are there watching us." The others turned and looked up, then seeing them. As they watched, the two wolves looked down towards them for a while from the top of that slanted cliff that went around this canyon. Then they turned and moved out of sight from those men watching from below. Jerald and those with him watched in that direction for some while still, but wolves or any other creature did not show up there anymore. Fazibar said, "How are we going to return that way with the metal we would return with, I wonder." Parbesald said, "You and Elder are lighter and could go up again ahead of us. Two of the rest would go up, one at a time, and you would be up there to help the first one, who would help up the second one. The other two here could lift the carrying structure with the metal so that those up there who are carrying it too would reach it and pull it up the rest of the way. Then the last two could climb out." Jorald said, "Even if the snakes we encountered would move and no longer be where we found them, how can we avoid going through the area where wolves such as the ones we saw would go after us?" Parbesald said, "I do not know. It may be that we need to turn up there to go another way around their grounds." They turned shortly to look down they would need to go, toward the small lake in the middle of that canyon. Jerald said then, "Look! I did not notice that it was so cloudy. Those are thick dark clouds that can bring rain. And the wind is picking up. Could it not be that we may have a storm coming?" Parbesald said, "And where could we go? We are out in this canyon to get something, let us go on and get it now." Jorald saw there was nothing else they could do. So they all went on further down the slope, until they were at the bottom where the ground, dry and dusty, with some of the dust being blown about now, leveled off. They went on toward the lake. Fazibar said, "It was described as being by the edge of this lake. It had been seen, so we should see it if we look." Meanwhile, in the area by the river beyond the gardening grounds of the Primary Mórrígan settlement Betoken told Melina. "Begin mornings with nettle tea from what you can gather here. When brewed as a tea it is medicinal and helps with comforting oneself. Nettle stimulates an internal system in us and we gain father immunity. Nettle relieves arthritis. I found it strengthens the unborn in pregnant women and promotes milk production in the new mothers. And it gives relief to those with periods and helps with their cramps and bloating. It reduces inflammation, and constipation. It lessens nausea. Furthermore, it destroys parasites. Furthermore, it helps with breathing problems. Furthermore, it can be used in rituals for more effect. And here you will see other herbaceous growth that can also be used in rituals effectively. This here is nightshade, which we will handle carefully. But first do you have questions yet?" The elder clearly had a deep pride in his home. As she gazed over the field and gardens, Melina could see why. She quietly disagreed that everything was abundant, but didn’t want to appear unnecessarily ornery. Advanced weaponry and armor seemed hard to come by and even harder to replace, as evident by her lover’s urgent departure to retrieve the metal. Rather than pressing her point, Melina replied, “Yes, you’re right about there being plenty to eat, and I’m amazed by the variety. There are more different types of crops on this plot alone than in the whole of my village, not considering the wild one also foraged.” She would find a way to broach the subject of the leather and metal again later when the path from her mind to her lips felt clearer, and she could communicate more effectively.“I admire your dedication,” she continued, keeping pace with Betoken. “It sounds like it’s been many years of restraint. In my village, they sometimes catch small rabbits. I haven’t tried for myself because I found them too cute. I wished to befriend the little creatures, not to eat them! But that same mentality didn’t extend to the fish, I must admit. My father always insisted my being weaker than my siblings was caused by abstaining from the darker meat of the rabbit. But here you tell me you haven’t even had the paler flesh of the river, and you seem sturdy to me!” She had only come to this place to be with Jerald, but perhaps would be enriched by more than his affections. Already the new ideas presented by the stones and different lifestyles were expanding her mind beyond the simple dreams of the typical domestic future she’d previously envisioned.“I will remember the nettle, to be sure. I’ve heard of it being brewed with a pinch of mint to ease an unsettled stomach, but you know so many other uses for it as well! Funny you should mention the strengthening of an unborn child, though—” Thinking she saw a glimmer of questioning in the elder’s eye, Melina quickly added, “There is already so much adjustment, and I want to be able to focus on getting to know this place, and Jerald, better for now. Are there any plants here that might help manage the pace of our family’s growth? There were whisperings of a certain flower whose bloomed buds could be eaten to stall a woman’s fertility, but if overused their effect would remain even after no longer desired. Is there a safer plant, or is it better to rely on her- more behavioral measures?” A rosy tint crept across her cheeks. It was an embarrassing question, but there seemed none with more expertise to ask. Betoken answered, "I see, I am sure of the kind of thing you want. There is a shrub which grows which is useful for that, which I can get an extraction from. It does not grow here anywhere near this river. It is what I call a soap berry plant, its fruits are useful for cleaning. Furthermore, it grows up along the cliff wall among that vegetation and trees between here and the Contrary Mórrígan people further up that way along the river. Furthermore, it is not the safest place to go. Perhaps we could find another young man or two here who would willingly accompany us out there, and I could locate such a soap berry shrub then." Betoken said still, "I can assure you that more individuals going through the wild wooded area is safer than one or two people who look vulnerable, the animals can be aggressive but would shy away from a number of people together. But if you are not in a hurry for us to acquire this useful shrub, you may ask me more of other things. And besides the plants and herbs I can speak about, there is certainly more about the glowing gemstones to know if there would be yet an occasion that you might use one." "You seem to already understand that the glowing flower gemstones are rare and hard to come by. There are clues and signs still which I found to be associated with when one is found. These sorts of things are what I could share with you if you would train for ways to use any of them." Betoken noted the far off look in the eyes of young Melina, and understood her thoughts were now far off with Jerald. And Jerald and the five men with him had gone down into that other canyon a wide distance away, and they soon after came to that small lake in the middle. Zanzibar said, "Keep on looking, the metal should be here, and it could be spotted where it gleams." Parbesald said, "I see it now. It is further that way, and it is in the water, though really close to this shore." The other men looked toward where he indicated, and they quickly saw it too. They did not waste time then to go to it. They came to the edge of the water across from it. Jerald said, "Let's just go in and get it." Parbesald said, "It looks larger than the previous metal that was found, don't you think?" Jorald said, "I think we should go into the water and pull it out. We will see how much there is of it." He stepped into the water toward it, and the three other stronger men stepped in after him, and they gathered around on the different sides to lift it." Well, this is heavy. It must be bigger than the previous one." Jerald responded, "The previous body of metal, from which we have the various metal tools we use, was acquired a very long time ago, you were not around to know what it was like." Parbesald said, "We all have heard what it was like, so we know it was at first like the size and shape of a large citrus fruit. I really know the weight of the metal, I can tell just from that, besides the feel of the size, this is certainly bigger than that. It will be harder to move." Jorald said, "Let us still get it out from this water, and we will see. Let's get it to the carrying structure you set there nearby." The four put their strength into it and lifted the rather round body of metal from the water and carefully together moved with it to the carrying structure and set it down on it. It was indeed larger, like a quite large fruit. Jorald felt a couple of drops on him. He looked around, saying, "I think rain will catch us." As he looked along the canyon wall he saw where a long crack was seen along it. Maybe there would be cover for them there. But he saw something else then. "Up there, at the top over this canyon! See, there are twelve or more men up there!" The others looked that way. Parietal said, "Those are men from the Contrary Mórrígan people! They are come to find and claim the metal themselves!" Jorald said, "We cannot leave this here for them! We must take it ourselves!" Parietal said, "It will not be easy for us to move it far right away, even with it on the carrying device." Jorald said, "We can do it. We would aim toward that crack in the cliff wall, just for shelter now. Zanzibar and Elder, you came along as our guides rather than for being additional carriers, but with this much, we need you to give your help lifting it with this carrying device and moving it, along with us, both of you on the sides, and we who came to carry it will use the ends of the carrying device for that. Get in position, now. We will go that way, and not wait or leave this object waiting for when the men of the Contrary Mórrígan people come down here." Together the six men lifted the carrying device on which the round metal body was put, and they carried it off in the direction Jerald had shown to reach that cliffside crack. As they did so, Jerald, and Parietal too, glanced many times toward where those men stood at the top, looking around. They had to go carefully, while not so slowly, as they moved to go in coordination across the terrain with occasional small rocky obstacles, and coming to where there was a noticeable slight slope upwards, below the crack that had been seen further on. The men above on the edge of the canyon were clearly looking for an easy way to come down, and Jerald and the men with him knew they had probably been spotted. But was it seen that they carried the metal with them anyway? The crack in the side of the canyon there was now seen as they came gradually close to it be wide enough for a man to enter, but just that much. If they all could enter it for being sheltered, which they saw they would value for the night, would depend on it being deep enough. And it was not seen yet whether there was a surface at the bottom in it that they could use. They finally came to it, and they each put effort into pulling the device carrying the round metal body up along the slope to it. Here they saw the bottom was a straight surface only about a foot across, and very steep sides on either side that were apart just a couple of feet a little further up. Jorald said, "Let us wedge this metal in the front on the bottom of this great crack, and we will step over it, one at a time, and see if we can get a comfortable spot where we are wedged between the two sides." The men carefully moved the metal body off the carrier to the crack, and they managed to place it where it would stay, but from where they would be able to move it out later on. Jorald said, "Zanzibar, you are of the slightest build, and you should go in there, far enough if you can to make room for the rest of us to come behind you. Elder, you follow after him." Jerald said, "Zanzibar, you are of the slightest build, and you should go in there, far enough if you can to make room for the rest of us to come behind you. Elder, you follow after him." When Zanzibar went in through the opening of that crack, stepping over the round metal body at the bottom of it as he entered in sideways to manage it, Elder entered in it similarly. Then two of the carriers went in still, as Jerald and Parietal who were both somewhat larger physically waited to after them. But the slight fall of rain now increased. Jerald said, "Hurry now, the rain is getting heavier." He then went in when those in front made space. He then heard Zanzibar call from that other end in front, "It does open up a slight bit over here, but I can feel a roof over us, it seems to slant down further on." Jorald called back, "That is great, keep moving in that way because here it is a tight fit that will be hard for us to keep our position in well." Those in front of him still moved in, sideways, and as Jerald moved in sideways after them, Parietal came in as they had, with the most discomfort to himself doing so. He was also wet from the most water that had fallen on him. Jorald said, "We are going to move still in further, there is a bit more room than this tight spot." Parbesald said, "I still was holding the carrying device, and have it here on the other side of me. What about the metal we are bringing?"" We have to move further in. Maybe then we can roll it in further after us, and it won't then be left in the sight of the Contrary Mórrígan men out there." They each moved very gradually through the narrow space sideways to reach where they were left with a little more space, Parietal had the hardest time of them, besides being a bit more massive the was quite wet and this made it difficult too. And they found a little further in there was a roof gradually sloping down going inward, so that there would not be space enough further in with it continuing a little further. But Elder said very soon, "This roof stops. We have to duck under the edge where it stops, but it has more space above it." Jorald said, "Elder, we will come to that and see if any of us can reach being in that higher space and if it is better for any of us getting a more comfortable place. You should then go back if you can and roll that mass of metal in here." Though there was some more space further in, once Jerald and Parietal reached that place where the roof overhead coming down to that spot and stopped, being revealed as a shelf with more space above it, it was still tight enough for it to be a challenge to them moving around each other. Parietal managed to pull himself on the shelf and lift himself up into the space over the shelf, and Jerald did so. It really did have more space up there. Eldubar was sent back for the mass of metal, which just fit through that passage, and he rolled it and managed to continue that with its own momentum, until reaching others there who managed to slow it and stop it then. There was a little light here though it was dim, from the opening to the outside where it was continuing to rain. As Jerald and Parietal explored the surrounding space of that slanted shelf above the others, Zanzibar said, "Hey, what about us?" Parbesald called back, "There is more space up here, you would be more comfortable up here, but it is slanted most of the way. There is a continuing passage still further on up here." Eldubar said, "So we can go up?" Parbesald said, "I think it would be best if you pass the mass of metal up here first, and then when it is up here we can have each of you come up this way." Eldubar asked, "Why should we do that? We would need to bring it back when we come back down to leave." Parbesald answered, "If we are up here, first, where we might sleep through the night, and the ball of metal is down there, can we know the men from the Contrary Mórrígan people would not find this space behind the crack and come as far where they find that ball, and take it back out with them? And second of all, where I see it continue might mean there could be another way out." Elder responded, "Another way out? How can you see that?" Parbesald briefly explained, "This shelf up here slopes upward back in the direction from which we came when we entered this through the crack opening. It comes to it at a higher level, there is then another shelf above, coming yet closer to this, I looked over it and saw that the crack opening above does not stop at the top edge of the cliff, but continues on above us going on that way, and the shelf above is sloping upwards. It may go up to the top where the crack above reaches, it goes far, and I could not see in the dimness, but I am sure we should try that way, after we rest up here, for though the rain is not stopping, yet the night is about to fall, and this is not a bad place to rest where we found room for that." With it still a challenging difficulty the four men still below passed the rough metal ball weighing so much up to Jerald and Parietal, who pulled it up the rest of the way to put on the carrier already brought up there. Those two then first carried it on the carrier carefully, with its great weight, to where it could sit at rest where there was an even space at the end of that way. The two then went back and helped each of the other four from the lower level one at a time up to that higher one on that shelf. Here at least it was just wider enough to not leave them in uncomfortable positions for a long time. They all went up that sloped shelf further to where they were by the rough metal ball on that level space, and they could each pick their place to lie back without having uncomfortable positions though there was no further space than just that for them. It was darkening there as the evening light through the open crack grew dimmer, while rain was still heard outside. They ate of their rations, talking just a little in the dark, until they grew tired, and one by one went to sleep. Jerald spoke the least, as his thoughts could only go back to Melina, and he wondered all along how she was doing and if everything went smoothly as she remained with the Wiser One. Jerald's concerns for Melina could not just subside, though for the sake of getting some sleep he tried to divert himself to other thoughts, but Melina would come in and fill them again. What if anything happened to her while he was away, he worried. What if in spite of what she told him, she found someone else to prefer being with? And then it kept coming back to the truth that he missed her incredibly. He had her image coming into his mind, in various ways. And then he saw her swimming through a great ocean, as waves were surging higher and higher. They did not stop growing at any point, and they finally overcame her, and she was pulled under. He frantically searched for her down under it all, but there she swam away with legs and arms like fishtails. Jerald found himself on land. The sea was behind him, the land seemed flat, with a few tall trees, and one lone hill a way in. He went to it right away. Going to the top, he looked around. There were no people or anything around, or even animals, just the same tall trees, and some small shrubs, and this land was surrounded on all sides by the sea. He went down again, discouraged that he might be stuck here, and alone. He felt like laying down, and waiting for the end. But he went on to look at some of the closer shrubs and trees. The shrubs had berries on them, compound berries, dark. And there were large balls in a few places around the tree. Those and these berries might be food for him, he thought, good for now, anyway. He went closer and bent down looking at one ball by a tall tree. It looked quite wooden, with some fibers along it. He then reached to lift it up. It was too heavy, and he still strained to lift it yet not managing. After Jerald worked at trying to lift that fibrous ball by the tree that was too heavy for him, he walked away from it, and collapsed in exhaustion, and lay in the sand not far from the sea. As he lay not moving, a female form emerged from the sea not far at all from him, wearing a sequined gown of blue-green, reaching down over her feet. She held a large abalone shell, on it were an assembly of berries, melon slices, and wafers. She came toward Jerald, seeing him there she set the abalone shell platter down close by, and went to him, as he lay inert. Furthermore, she touched him, lightly, on one arm. His eyes flickered open. Jerald saw Melina there. Her eyes met his. Then she turned, and hurried back to the sea, and went on beneath the waves. Jerald came more to awareness, sensing loss. Jerald saw the platter with items to eat there, and he reached for it and started to eat, as he sought for getting feelings back while he suffered the loss he already perceived. And he became aware that it was Melina who he had lost to the sea. But there was this person who comes to him from the sea, and returns to the sea, who he sees is apparently Melina. She must be a supernatural being. He sat there thinking as he mulled over this. Why would Melina, a supernatural being, who can dwell where he would never survive, care for him? But the Jerald saw the water line of the sea moving up, coming toward him, and it came quickly. How could the sea be rising up, Jerald wondered, worriedly. It then came to him, as the water line came up to him. This island he was on was sinking. He got up, picking the platter up with him, and looked around. There was the interior of the island making a hill over the rest of the island. Here the land was more level, and now the water line moved past him toward the slope. He started hurrying toward the slope to go up to the highest point there, through the water so far still low enough to splash or wade through. But if it all continued to sink, what then, he thought as he was going up the slope to get out from the water, the edge of it now moving more slowly as it went up along the slope. Why should he bother if it would catch up and everything would be underwater? Jorald still wondered if there was a way he could still survive, as he came out from the water still rising along the slope, and he neared the top where he saw he was on a tiny island that remained of what there was. And the water still came up towards him where he was now at what had been the top of that once much wider island. The sea stretched all around, really far. He finally spotted one small shoreline far off in one direction. "Oh help!" Jerald called out, but realized it was hopeless as no one would hear him. The water line was not moving as fast now, but the remaining island above the sea was still shrinking. "Get up! Wake up already!" It was Parietal, nudging at Jerald. "We cannot just stay here, there are streamlets of water from the rain out there running down this shelf we would go up on. They are forming a puddle here." Jorald came to awareness of it, and he stood up. He saw the others were up just now. "I need to relieve myself," he said. Parbesald said, "Just go back to the edge of this shelf where we came up." Jorald said, "But what about us going back that way?" Parbesald said, "The crack above where we see the sky shining through now goes in the exact direction that this next shelf we would go up on does, and it can be seen leading up that way. We need to try going out that way." The wise one gave grace to Melina’s distracted thoughts and chatted with her about the gemstones as led her through the rest of the garden. Satisfied with her tour thus far and a bit worn from her journey, she followed close to Betoken. Once inside, she offered to help prepare dinner and was amazed by the flavors he could produce using only vegetables and a handful of herbs or spices. She wondered whether Jerald had given up the taste of flesh as well and hoped he would be open to adopting such a lifestyle if not. Melina returned to her temporary chambers that night with a satisfied stomach, but settling in to rest only intensified the yearning in her chest. With so many siblings, she’d rarely slept alone at home. Much of the night was spent tossing, turning, and wishing for Jerald’s steady breathing beside her instead of silence. “Next time, I go too,” Melina vowed to the darkness. It was better to risk potential danger than to face certain and indefinite agony. The silence did not last. A storm had started, and soon heavy rain was heard outside. But with shelters as these in cavernous spaces in the side of the cliff, any within those were shielded and secure from the drenching rain and the storm. Still it was not pleasant circumstance to rest easy with. Thoughts easily went to Jerald, and what might he be dealing with. Falling asleep from all her tiring day preceding that, she yet found enough rest. The next morning Betoken the wiser was found to be exuberant. "A storm is perfect news! It was at times of certain storms that came in the past when a glowing stone, what I was calling a flower gemstone for its colorful appearance, would be found. Do you see? Perhaps one might be found around this time. I think we should be watching." Rested but heavy-hearted, Melina strained to remember what she dreamt of. The details escaped her grasp and all that remained was a lingering feeling of loss. She wrote it off as loneliness and rebranded her hair before leaving her chambers. The dwelling had remained dry through the storm and the scent of fresh earth drifted in with the morning breeze. She quickly saw that she was the last out of bed and Betoken’s enthusiasm livened the room as soon as she entered. How long had he been waiting for her to wake? For an elder, his energy was unmatched. Mehlika was delighted to find a small assortment of fruits and a pitcher of water awaited her. She poured herself some and took a sip before replying, “That is great news, though I hope the storm did not delay the retrieval party. Yes, let’s look! Where should we watch? Do they fall from the sky as with the metal?” Betoken the wiser explained to Melina, "No, we cannot say how they come here, it is a mystery. We should be looking carefully wherever we go, an unexpected glow should be spotted to give one of them away, and so we should try to spot that first. They appear very infrequently, but each time it had been after such a storm. The last time, one of those was found along the river a little way along from this community. A few years before, one was found up along the cliffside, further away from the community, among the wild trees. Yet there is no rule we can go by." Meanwhile, Jerald and those with him had worked their way along a narrow shelf leading up along a crevice to an opening through the surface above them, as it narrowed more, with water running along it, with an empty space with a long drop down on the side away from the wall they went along. There were still drops of rain coming down, but it was lighter with the day breaking. Jorald said reflectively, as he and the others carried the heavy metal body on the carrier built for that, "Perhaps this shelf we walk along was built by people previous to us. I wonder who they would be, and why they would make this." Eldubar answered, "No, there was some catastrophe with this part of the earth cracking. You can see the further open crack across from this shelf where it separated along with this wall from the other side." They came up close to the surface at length, but here that shelf was extremely narrow, that they would not go on further. Jerald said, "I will go up to that surface first. Parietal, you just should give me a start and I can reach it. Then you lift Elder and I can help him up, and Zanzibar can be helped up next. The rest of you should then lift the metal body, and those of us up there pull it up to the surface above. Then the rest of you can be helped to go up here." It was more easily suggested than this was carried out, and after a good portion of the morning with great effort they each and the metal body and the carrier were up on the surface, where there was a wide open space and treeline well off in the distance. Fazibar called out, "Oh my Fated Meeting, what is that!?" The others also saw the same object seen further toward the trees, it was a huge glowing column, and it was moving. Eldubar said, "It is a glowing twister!" “Hmm, that does make it especially difficult to track them. Where do you suggest we begin our search?” Remaining vigilant for a flower gemstone would give her mind some preoccupancy, at least. Mehlika sampled a few of the dark purple berries and made a soft sound upon discovering how sweet they were. Taking a fistful, she continued, “Is there anything else we should do before heading out? I can eat these along the way.” A tiny spurt of juice flew forward and landed on Betoken’s arm. Mortified, her hand shot out to wipe away the violet fleck.“Pardon me, Wise One. How embarrassing! Perhaps I should focus on eating first after all,” the young woman remarked with a timid grin. Her auburn hair had a fiery gleam in the morning light. She lowered to sit with him and selected one of the crimson fruits that were slightly smaller than her fist. It was tart, but pleasant enough. She'd be sure to follow it with some more of those messy, yet delicious berries. "Yes," Betoken told Melina, "we should just enjoy our breakfast here before we rush out to look here and there. I have made a start in trying to show you think I would have you learn, as you show you are willing. You can have this time to still ask any question. It can be about the glowing gemstones, or how they fade to clear gemstones, or it can still be about the herbs that are effective for things, or it can yet be about how to eat in a healthy way that I found possible without anything from animals included in that. You already understand, in any case, that a glowing flower gemstone, such that I hope we can find now, is really rare, and not found often. If one is around, we really need to find it right away for it to be of any use." As they chatted, Jerald and the five men with him carried the body of metal they had acquired in the direction back to the settlement where they had their homes among the other Mórrígan people there, they recognized patterns of trees in the distance to figure out the way. Elder told the others that he knew of those glowing twisters, which had been seen before. It was said they were dangerous if they came close to any. This cyclonic column was moving in a direction further away. Jorald noted, "It seems to be moving in the way toward the Primary Group along the Verona River." The cyclonic column of that glowing energy seemed to meander a bit, going in that general direction away from them as Jerald and the men with him carrying the body of metal they recovered went on in the direction where it was recalled that there was a trail leading down into the river canyon. They were moving at a faster rate though. It was late morning and nearing noontime when the men came to the cliffside, near to where the trail reached, the cyclonic column was not so far now, and they saw it reached the height of a man, as it hovered at the edge of the cliff a few dozen feet away, but over the trail where they would be going down into the canyon, with the weight they were carrying, which all six men were bearing. Jorald said, "We will really need those pole extensions to help us here. Three of us can walk in a line holding the extensions in the front, as they walk forward watching the trail, and three more of us can hold the extensions behind and follow helping with this weight. We will just rest a little here so we will be ready for it." The rest was not so long, for none of them wanted to take much longer getting back, and none wanted any encounter with the Contrary Mórrígan people that more likely might spot them the longer they took to go. So they carefully went along the narrow trail slopping gradually down. It was disturbing to them as they reached where the glowing cyclonic column hovered at the edge above them. Suddenly it moved forward, with its narrow base moving quickly yet easily down the steep slope, to where it came to the trail right in front of them. And it was moving toward them. The men knowing that there was danger from it being close all backed away, yet stumbling a bit going on that trail not seeing it with its unevenness, and the carrier was not even as they adjusted to keep their own balance. The metal body was sliding off. “Yes, I do wish to learn. It is rather a lot to take in, but I will do my best to keep up,” Melina replied. She appreciated that he saw her willingness to study, especially after her clumsy display this morning. There was so much to learn that it was hard to decide what to ask, like receiving all the directions for several recipes at once. Meal chose to focus on the stones for now, as they seemed most time-sensitive.“How do the glowing gemstones fade? Is it through use, over time, or by some other means? I understand there is no rule to go by in our search, but is there a way to narrow it?” Melina picked out another dozen or so berries as she asked and made sure to leave some for Betoken in case he was just as fond of them. Betoken, the Wiser One, responded, "There is a lot that is not understood about the glowing gemstones, but there is a tradition I keep handed down by those who came before me and dealt with any of those, that we make note of our observations about them. They lose power, with losing the glow, but why that is cannot be said, except with saying if one pours out water from a container that container runs out of water, and in a more gradual way, it runs out of water at length if it just sits around unused. With what margin of error there must be with not knowing how long after a glowing gemstone came from its source until it is found, still with a strong glow, there is only a bit of correspondence known between its size and how long the glowing gemstone would last, the larger ones seem to tend to be lasting longer and the smaller ones having less length of time, for the effects of power to be used from them. Those lasting longer may be used up to about twenty days, those lasting the least length would have maybe ten days. There have been lengths anywhere between those of the longest and the shortest ones. They are powerful when the way to trigger them is known, and there are various ways known for that which are passed down to me, and they are of great worth for that." As Jerald and the men with him backed away from the glowing cyclonic column known to be a danger approaching them on that narrow path on the canyon wall, they stumbled a bit on the unevenness of the rocky path, and the body of metal that they had carried back to this place slid from the carrier they held, and it rolled a little forward along the side of the path, and then rolled down in an arch along the slope of the canyon wall, and struck the ground with a very noisy crash that had not ever been heard among any there until that. The glowing cyclonic column stopped approaching them, and went right down the canyon wall in the direction of the body of metal. The men now with the carrier without the object they had carried back hurried now as quickly as they dared along the path to reach the canyon bottom along it. When they came to the bottom, they saw the branches left but thankfully the snakes that had been there were not seen anywhere around. They looked back and saw where the body of metal lay, with a cloud of dust that had not settled all around it, and the glowing cyclonic column was right there with it. And the men all saw a group of several men coming out that way from the Contrary Mórrígan settlement well beyond where they and the metal body they observed were. Parbesald said right then, "Zanzibar, hurry to our camp and summon big man Memories and a company of strong men still there that he can gather, letting him know we brought a great body of metal into the canyon, but it had fallen, guarded by a glowing cyclonic column, and a group of men from the Contrary Mórrígan settlement are coming to it now!" “So no matter how large a stone, it wouldn’t last longer than one turn of the moon at best. It’s a wonder these gemstones were ever discovered, let alone put to use. To master their use, one must be in constant pursuit of these gemstones,” The young woman replied. Her appetite satisfied by the fruit, Melina poured herself another cup of water and thought of the Wiser One’s metaphor. What would their gemstone’s capacity be, should they be so lucky as to find one? Eager to embark, she asked, “How does one test their power? Is there anything we should bring with us in our search?” The Wiser One answered, emphatically, "Absolutely! We can test out any one glowing gemstone that we find. That is what I wanted to prepare you for. But it would take some time, and that could delay us in our search, if we could just find one right away. I would still be there to test it right away. It is known that power from one could be power of alteration, or it could be power of teleportation. There is a triggering chant, and a way to wave one, contained already in a clear shell for it, to test for either power, but not both at the same time, for the powers and the ways to trigger them are distinct. So a few clear shells, of different sizes, should be brought with us in anticipation of finding a glowing gemstone. I can show you a chant and way to move the item we would test, and you will understand what I do then. But you would need enough practice to do so yourself. Jerald never did manage to learn it properly, though. Indeed, I would be glad to have these things found more than they are, but not everyone can, or should, use them." Betoken the Wiser One went to where he kept the clear shells. He selected one, and came nearer. He held the shell up and before him, and giving it a swift move, he gave a shout, which not being expected was not heard clearly. Furthermore, he waved the shell about in seemingly strange patterns, and called out, "Inquiries Queen Salable!" It seemed to be archaic words used by people at some other time. Seeing Melina's surprised look, he said, "This way will test if a glowing gemstone, a flower gemstone, has teleportation available as its unique transcendent power to affect something, an object in front of me that I repeatedly aimed it toward. If the found glowing object does not affect anything that way, there will be another test we should do for if it has power of alteration available." When Zanzibar had run off from the other men, they came nearer to the glowing cyclonic column where it was positioned on top of the heavy metal body they had carried back to this canyon. The glowing cyclonic column, now seemingly the height of some man of their community yet shorter than them, was behaving like it was guarding the metal body from them. And they saw men, seemingly eight of them, yet approaching in the distance still from the settlement of the Contrary Mórrígan Group. The men of the Primary Mórrígan group who had brought this object to this canyon moved to position themselves before the metal body facing those coming men, they each had small blades they had carried on them, which they now held ready. As Melina and Betoken the Wiser One scoured the area by the river, on their side of it, and areas close to it, for any hint of the noticeable glow of a freshly arrived flower gemstone, as Betoken answered Melina's questions, about use of flower gemstones, and powers of herbs and how to recognize them as well, one of the young boys ran out to them from the cliff dwellings across all the planted fields with many things growing. As he came near Melina and Betoken looked up, seeing him coming. Betoken said, "It is Rigatoni, one I hope to train one day, if he remains as interested as I heard him express recently." Rigarni stopped for a moment for breathing, and he said then, "Wiser One, my family sent me to you, I am supposed to tell you word has come that Jerald and those with him have come back to the canyon. They are holding a spot further that way nearer to the Contrary Mórrígan people, where the metal they brought is under a cyclonic column keeping them from it, and they have to deal with men from the Contrary Mórrígan people coming toward them. They sent for big man Memories and those strong men he could gather to go with what they could arm themselves with to help Jerald and those with him keep the metal from the Contrary Mórrígan men. Furthermore, they have just left to go there a little while ago." Memories had been at a meeting in front of his noble chamber with his advisors and his strong man. He discussed with them the known reality that the Contrary Mórrígan community were building up their place, with more structures, and men there were training to fight. He made known to those with him, "This does not bode well for this community. We cannot just remain a weaker community, while they grow stronger. We must do what we can to grow to be a stronger people ourselves." Fazibar ran up to those men. He was spotted before he came to them. Memories said, "Zanzibar, you went to help the other men who would find it bring back the discovered metal. Are they back now?" Fazibar said, "We came to the side of the canyon up there with it. As we started down it rolled off the carrier and down along the canyon wall. That would be just as well, instead of us endangering ourselves with that very heavy mass we were all needed for carrying along the narrow trail down into the canyon. When we came to it at the bottom, a cyclonic column was there with it, blocking us from coming and getting it. And we saw men from the Contrary Mórrígan group coming to it, and I was sent to get more help here, that our men keep their claim to it." Megorfen said, "By now the Contrary Mórrígan men might be there already! Men, gather a few more strong men, and let us hurry that way to help them in any way. It is not for the Contrary Mórrígan community to claim." They hurried that way, and saw just as they came the Contrary Mórrígan men coming up to the men sent out from the Primary group, with weapons in hand. Memories said, "Oh my! I have never seen such a thing!"

[M] Quest for the People of Vorronga (1X1 GodlyD&D and trouble.muffin)|rating:3.0

A hellish nightmare takes over.

It was morning, and it was a so-called special day The cultist said. She often heard voices in her head. That mixed with her having her life controlled and being in a cell to keep her pure and untainted for this day. A perfect virgin for their god. A perfect offering to summon their god. Sylvia got up and yawned as she moved her collar slightly. The lead was long enough she could move anywhere in the cell. But it stopped just short of the door. They were magical, so as not to ruin her cause her discomfort. A few ladies went in and performed test to see if she was still perfect before giving her a bath and dressing her in a very loose robe. The robe was white and long to keep others from ruining her before the ritual. It was only held together by small ties and belt. Easy to rip or take off. They then brought silver jewelry with blood-red jewels. They Secured the bracelets and anklets on her. Then put on a necklace and earrings and finally a veil with a jeweled headband. The anklets and bracelets where magical, so Sylvia could not take them off. Plus they could also be used to bind or chain her up by speaking a spell. Finally they were done. Sylvia sighed as she looked in the mirror. They said the voice would stop if she did the ritual. But did not tell her what would happen to her or what this ritual would do. The maidens left and locked the cell once again. The head caregiver of Sylvia and the 2nd in command to the high priest of the cult walked into a room. She kneeled. “My lord she is pure and perfect. She is untainted for our lord. I have finished preparing her. All is left is to brand her with the holy marks and the ritual and our god claiming her. She requests to see you. I believe she wants to know the truth. But I think that make her resist us.” she said politely and formally. Lina had where they do the holy branding ready. The offering room where they offer to their god and where he claims was getting filled by cult members and everything was being perfected. Spoiler: James {"light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} James, The Blind Profit, the leader of the cult of the god, who governs over pain, grief, and sorrow was an older elegant man. He was blind because he burnt out his own eyes in the decision to his god, and in doing so he was gifted with the voice of his god and second sight. He could see/ sense things around him in a 360-degree area of his person, but only in a range of 10 feet away. James's back was turned as Sylvia's caregiver entered and kneeled before him... For a time he kept his back turned to her as he looked up at the stained-glass windows of the chapel. The windows were out of his range of sight, but often he would look up in their direction as he thought." I see, perhaps we should tell her half of the truth. After I tell her some of the truth I would have you blindfold her in exchange for this so she would not see what will cause the pain and not know how to react to what is to come. Even if she was willing 100% the pain and fear of it could make her struggle. " He turned and started to walk towards her, not yet given her permission to stand. Once he got close to her, he could see her, and he tilted his head down as if looking at her. He was wearing a formal suit with a top hat and dark sunglasses to hide his eyes that no longer worked." The lord does not wish to wait much longer, So rise and lead me to her." As far as men went He was the only one who ever had seen the child, and that was only with his blindsight, but he was at those times' catalysis for the lord. When they arrived at the girl's cell he stopped near the door. "You wished to see me? To know what will happen? Well, I will tell you but some of what I say may scare you, to keep you from reacting and messing up a one-time chance to help you I can't say too much about the specifics and I would ask you wear a blindfold for the event. " If she agreed he would go on to explain what part he will. "The voices in your head are a form of energy you make. The type of energy that would one day turn you crazy if not treated. We have found a treatment to remove this energy you have from your body into a vessel of a sort. The only problem is that the way to remove it is painful. I promise you that this caretaker of yours will be standing by and will take the best care of you after we are done." He gave the girl a moment to take this in then asked" Now are you ready?" Lina stayed on her knees until given permission to stand. "Very well, my lord." Lina made sure not to walk too fast. They went to a hidden entrance. Lina opens the door for James, and then it closed behind them as they descended stairs until they reached was like a religious themed home. Where those who attended to Sylvia lived and where they tended to her needs. The main colors were black and dark purple. All the staff kneeled to the high priest. Once they arrived, Lina knocked on the door and unlocked it. The room was quiet, almost eerie. Lina excused herself to get the blindfold. Leaving just James and Sylvia alone. Salvia just stood in what light that came in through the window. Often when she had episodes of hearing the voice. She often looked out the window. Once hearing James voice, that voice had left her alone. I'm willing to wear a blindfold in exchange for information." She said softly as she turned to face Jame. She was a very lovely girl with pale skin and pure white hair, her bright eyes locking onto James. Not only that, but she listened. "Very well. Though I'm not keen on any of this. My dreams haunt me more than ever. This last week, I only have been able to sleep very little. What will happen to me once this is done? In my dreams, The results of this ceremony did not end well, and I regretted everything… The voices say I belong to them. Am I to be caged like an animal and live like a prized animal locked in a cage with no freedom? That what it feels like if I do this." She said. Soon Lina arrived with a mask that had no eyeholes as to keep her blind. She had Sylvia sit down. She lifted The front part of the veil and placed the mask on Sylvia. The mask was white with silver designs and red jewels where her eyes normally would be. The mask secured itself in place, and Sylvia's world went black. Sylvia stood up and Lina had Sylvia place her hand on her arm. Sylvia "Let's go get this over with." she said quietly. A lair he could be without a single tail. What she said was likely true, but she would also have power as the trapped pet she would be would also be the bride of a god. It is likely in time she would be able to outrank him." My child. You wish to be gone of the voices, and they wish to claim your soul, it is only expected that they wish to make you have doubts about what will happen if you do get read of them. Trust me child you will have a long restful sleep soon after this." He looked over to Lina and nodded that she could then put on the blindfold. James would not touch the girl, no man was allowed to at least not tell the ceremony started and he and he alone was allowed to touch her with mail hands for the first time. This was only allowed because with his blindsight he knew where the brands needed to be placed precisely. This was the only way he was allowed to touch her is placing them on her. Following her, they headed to the main Ch apple, and towards the front of the Ch apple was a large stone table with a pillow for one head to lay on. "Get her laid down and we will begin. "After she was laying on the stone table, he started to speak in a strange tongue, and the bracelets and anklets on her would act as pinning her hands and legs down to the stone under her making her helpless. The headband did the same making it so she was not able to move or lift her head. None of this would harm her in the least less she fought against it. " Now brothers and sisters will you please start chanting with me! " Spoiler: chanting As the canting carried on James walked down to the girl now magically bound to the stone and untied the top bit of her dress, pulling back just enough to expose the top of her best and chest. As the others continued to change he leaned down to her ear and whispered." Now child you will feel some pain, but you must stay as still as possible. Once we are done you are free of the voices." Walking away from her, he moved to a brazier and pulled the first of 3 brands out from the flame. He did this bear-handed witch burnt his hand but not as bad as it would hers as she would get the hottest end. Setting it up just above her left breast he then pressed down hard into her skin and held it there for a full minute. Everyone in the room would be able to smell the burnt flesh of her skin by the time he lifted the iron and let it fall to the floor next to her. Grief was done, next came Sorrow over her right breast, and he did the same as he did the first. Lastly, the pain came, and this one was set resting at the bottom of a v line of her breast. Black red and purple mist seemed to start rising from her chest, one color for each of the brands and clouding together over her center. Slowly a form started to appear and become sold kneeling over the woman, he was naked, and his legs straddled either side of the woman's legs under him. Large black wings shot out its back and stretched up into the air behind him as if spreading for the first time before they lowered down to his side and tucked themselves up behind his back. James took a few steps back and fell to his knees" My lord!" Hearing someone speak seemed to wake this new body as its eyes opened and only black showed. The god's eyes scanned the girl underhand for a moment then looked over towards James." Get me a robe, and have someone show me to my room. Have the girl's burns tended to then have her brought to my room to rest, I wish to speak to her when she wakes. " He spoke with 3 voices at once as he wasn't fully in control of this body yet. It was some time since he had such a weak form to command. He pushed himself up and hopped to the floor caring less who saw what on him. Lina walked slow as to not let Sylvia trip or get hurt in any way. Sylvia listened to James as they walked up the steps and the door opened. She remained quiet and calm for the time being. “I hope so.” she said quietly. Everyone made way for them and removed anything in their way. They did not want to face their god’s or high priest wrath. Lina“ come my dear we are almost their. I will be nearby and see to it that you may rest.” She promised which seemed to be a comfort to Sylvia. Even though it gave little comfort. The doors where big and decorated with the 3 symbols which magically opened. In the main chapel was the gathering of the highest ranking people in the cult in attendance. The Room was dark but was lit by lamps. They walked on a rug that was blood-red that went straight down the middle leading to the stage. 3 braziers each with a branding iron that was white from the heat. The alter was made of stone and was slightly raised up. It was flat on top and a dark purple and red pillow was at one end. As Sylvia, James and Lina walked on the blood carpet the cultists kneeled on the floor as they passed by. Lina and another priestess each took an arm and helped her sit down and get positioned. They laid her hands at her side and moved her Hair out of the way. When James spoke dark chains appeared and connected itself to the altar. Making her helpless and unable to move. Sylvia started to show signs of panic at being unable to move. She tried to look at James but was unable to. Her heart racing with panic. But she started sweating at the sound of chanting. Her body entered flight or fight. But it was useless and she was powerless. Salvia felt her top be moved down. She was sweating not just from the brazier. But from the panicking as well. When James pulled the first brand from the fire a dark magic could be felt. When the brand hit just above Sylvia left breast it seared into her flesh. Saliva cried out in pain and yet her cries where lost in the chanting. When he pressed the brand down hard and held it. It not only brand the skin but also the muscle the magic made it, so these brands would last forever No matter what anybody tried they could not be removed. Once James dropped the iron the first flame changed to black marking that part done. The next brand hurt worse than the last and left Sylvia weakened and lost her voice and a bit shaky. She was panting and trying to fight as the 2nd flame turned blood-red. The final one hurt the worst, and she finally went limp and finally passed out as he body and her life energy allowed the god to take form. Salvia was still lovely as dark magic ran through her body keeping her alive and binding her to the dark figure. Once the god was off Sylvia, Lina went over and tended to Sylvia burns. As not to ruin the brand she simply dulled the pain and got liquid to counteract the burning. She made sure to clean the burns with sacred water and blood. Then the maidens retied the top to cover the brand. Once she was cleaned up and tended to Lina and another maiden took her to the god and laid her on his bed and left. It took a few hours for Sylvia to come to. But once she did, she instantly felt weird. She still had the mask on and still blinded. She even still had the headband and veil on. “What happened and where am I?” She asked weakly as she touched the brands and quickly pulled her hand away as it hurt and was very sensitive. As Lina took care of the girl, James stood and moved to the nearest member in a robe." Your robe!" The man demobbed as fast as he could and handed it to James. With it, in hand, he quickly moved to offer it to Argos. Spoiler: the gods room There is also a bed and such in the room but not seen by this angel. Taking the robe he slipped it on, for now, his wings tucked away so he looked human, but anyone near him could since he was not. He did not wear the hood of the robe like others would have and followed James as he led him to the top floor with the largest room. Upon arriving in the room James stayed outside the door but opened it for him, and would wait till he was dismissed or asked to come in. Argos walked into the room and looked around stopping for a moment at a table with some tagged whiskey on it, and poured him a glass. Taking a sip from it, he turned and looked at James." You have served me well for a long time and once more today. " His eyes shifted to look at James's hands. He could feel the pain of the burn on them and knew James let the burn happen as a tribute. "I will not stop the pain, but you will be reworded. You may leave now... but set up a meeting with most of my cult present tomorrow at midnight. "James left and went to do as he was commanded. Watching the 2 carry her in lay her down and then leave he shut the door behind them and then moved to his new... What was she a pet, toy, or his bride, perhaps even his maker in a way, but pet worked best for now? Gently he pulled the ties free from her top and removed the belt to expose her to him as she slept, his fingers lightly toyed with her nipples and traced down to her privets where his finger toyed gently with her clit and ran along her sex, but not yet entering her... no he wanted her wide awake when he did that for the first time. " Travel human." Pulling his hand back off her, she was no fun like this passed out to him, and even tho he had the power to wake her now she needed to recover. Her speaking told him she was awake, and he watched her for a moment without saying a word. Picking up a cup of risky he made her, something he knew she never had before he walked over to her and set down near her head. Cupping her head lightly he guided it to his lap to let her head rest on his leg." Here drink this" each word spoke in a different voice, like the ones from her head. He placed the glass lip to her lips and tilted the glass for her to drink... If the firewater she drank made her calf or sputter and if any got on her new burns it would flare with pain, but because she was not allowed to drink anything besides water, milk, or juice, even if she swallowed before it hit her it would burn the whole way down. He knew everything that any of his subjects told him, and that meant he knew a lot of her." I am what came out of you, and you belong to us." The 3 voices spoke all the words in a sing-song voice. Sylvia was in pain panicked a bit. But moving suddenly made her realize she was in pain. Her breathing was heavy and she clearly was a bit unsteady. She felt around her and realized this was not her bed. She felt vulnerable and exposed as she realized that she had no clothes. Her legs squeezed together and her hands went to cover her breasts. But quickly recalled that their where 3 spots on her chest. Suddenly she felt something move and looked toward the voice. “You sound familiar…” she said quietly. She was a bit clumsy since she was blinded by the mask. She had the bracelets and ankles and headband on. So she knew at any time they could make her more vulnerable. Soon she felt a hand guide her head to what felt like somebody leg. The drink seemed cool to her lips. She managed to drink most of it. But the bit that hit her fresh burns made her tear up, and she bites her tongue to keep quiet. His words held sway over her. She listened to the being. “Belong to you? What did that monster do to me?” The whiskey was not something she liked and gently push the cup away. “I think I would have preferred going mad and you being in my head then going through that hell and suffering what ever they did to my chest.” She admitted. They had kept her in the dark, and it was natural for to be scared and wanting to understand stand. She was stubborn soul and very smart and sly in her own right. Tricking the cult and escaping a few times before they used the ankles and bracelets and that room she was kept in for so long. So those that dealt with her found her tricky as they could never predict or read her. Salvia even blindness and helpless new she was not in control by any means. The pain she suffered from the drink and it's hitting her chest gave the god more power. If only slightly as it did help stabilize his form. She did not realize what being bound to this being meant or that she was the reason he was their and a source of power for him. She Had read a book once about a deity with 3 aspects. Slowly she started to put the pieces together. Weakly she tried to take the mask off. But it did not move. Sylvia eventually gave up on removing the mask or moving in general. After a weird silence she decided to ask something. “What do you plan to do to me now?” She asked quietly. In her mind she prayed it was not what she thought. She was not sure if she could take much more torture. But she really prayed in the back of her mind that this did not go sexual. She had no energy to fight. But if it came to it, she very much resists any sexual advancement he would try to make. If anything she was stubborn and really never have been the submissive type up to this point. It would require breaking her stubborn will and trying to get her to become his submissive naturally. Though secretly she was naturally a submissive. But forging her will that wall was what kept her sane when she heard his voices in her head. "I think I would have preferred going mad and you being in my head than going through that hell and suffering whatever they did to my chest." He chuckled," they only did as I asked them to do to you. The man James also hears my voice, but only because he burned out his eyes as decantation to me and his worship allowed me to speak to him. And what they did to you was pulled me..." his finger touched in the middle of the 3 burns, but not the tinder spot itself." Out of you." His finger starts try trace around her brand, hovering just outside of touching her where she was tinder at, but as his hand moves past the brand he cups her breast in his hand, and his thumb and index finger clamp close on her nipple... His fingernail digging into it but not yet applying pressure to hurt the nub. He watched her try to pull off the blindfold and applied enough pressure to make her nipple hurt but stopped as she stopped trying to. She was already in pain enough, and her fear was staggering, as well that was feeding him well. " What do I plan to do with you now? Well, I could fuck you in every possible, or perhaps torment your mind, or make you live in so much pain you wished I would kill you." He would let his words sink into her for a moment... No one have ever been sexual with her and no one was here stopping him now. "But I will let you simply rest and recover tonight if you simply climb up into my lap and give your new master a nice kiss. Do this and ill get you some water, and food, and get some rest before your big day view tomorrow night. Should you not want to be a good girl, then I should have to punish you harshly. "If she was to do as he offered her he would uphold his bargain with her, however, he was only wearing an opened robe, which meant she would be claiming into a naked lap and would likely fill his member pressing against her, and his bear chest. As well, he would fondle his toy if she did while he held her. He would also not accept a quick little peck to be a nice kiss, no he would have her work for the reward she would get. Sylvia narrowed her eyes as he spoke. She was in A dangerous spot right now. Oh, how tempted she was to defy him Or even try to hurt him. Oh, he deserved it after all the horrible experiences he put her through. But when he is finger got close to her 3 brands, she went still. Least he pressed on it and caused her more pain. Her head lowers as If to see what was going on. But the mask prevented that And she kept quiet as he messed with her pillow like breasts. Firm and yet soft to the touch. He really knew how to push her buttons. He hurt her nipple to make her stop trying to take off the mask. She flinches in frustration. But the mask hides that face. Any pain he caused her seemed to strengthen him just a little depending on the amount of pain. She looked a bit offended if slightly horrified at the idea. She really hated both ideas honestly and yet considering everything today knew she needed time to recover. The smart thing was not to defy him until she had the strength to. Right now she was just a mess to be honest. The slight pain and fear gave him a decent energy rush temporarily. But son that rush was over. Salvia listened calmly. She had to give him a real kiss if she wanted to eat. They had made her go without food for a day or to be ready for that dumb ritual. So she was a bit hungry and after that horrible drink. It seemed having water would be nice. So she decided to see what would happen if she listened. She sat up and carefully felt her way over to him. Afe a few moments found where his lap was. He was just making this harder since she was basically clumsy cause of the mask and her not want to fall off the bed. But she finally managed to sit somewhat comfortably in his lap. Though she quickly realized that he was not wearing much and that she felt his cock rub against her hip. Which kind of was distasteful in her mind and a bit grossed out by it. Once in his lap she felt his chest she traced it is up to his shoulders and soon found his neck. She gently and hesitantly cupped his face with her smooth and soft hands. She was a small delicate thing compared to him. She was almost like a doll. Though she was not experienced in such things. She did her best and was not sure what was good to this mysterious being. Sylvia gently gave him a kiss on the lips. It was a deep kiss and gave him the chance to put his tongue in her mouth if he desired. Her lips where soft and lush. She was trying her best, and it was the best she could do considering. Though the kiss did give him a taste of the hidden truth about her that by nature was submissive. For only the slightest moment did he experience her submissive side. But that she taught herself not to be to survive. As she set up to do as he commanded of her he let his hand slip away to not hinder her. His little pet was cute watching her find and slip into his lap. Because she was shot as she found his face he would lower his head to meet her kiss. As she started the kiss his hands found her body. His right hand moved around the back of her neck and head holding her into the kiss she started, though to his surprise she didn't try just a quick peck. At the same time, his other hand pressed down into her fold between her legs... Skilled fingers soon found the clit he had scouted out earlier and rubbed it with his middle finger, to pleasure her. Kissing her back deeply and slipping his slick young into her mouth to prod at hers. The fact she let him do this just on the first demand for a kiss he accepted as a good kiss, but he let, this continues for a good 20 more seconds hoping to pull at least one moan out of her as he toyed with her womanhood. If at this point she had not tried to brake the kiss he would pull back some to break the kiss, however, in donning so he bit down on the nip on her lip, hard enough to make a drop of blood or 2 form. His hand slowly moved off her flower and patted her on her ass, as the other hand reached up and pulled off the mask blocking her eyes." Good, you have proven you can do as you are told. Now on if I ever tell you to do something, and you don't there will be punishment, understood?" If she indicated in any way she did understand, he would tilt his head to the bed." For now, your home is this bed. You are not permitted to leave it without permission." He waved his hand over her legs and the bracelet's gems lit up, but no chains came out. He had more control over these items as it was his magic that made them, and he did not have to say a spell to turn them on. "If you take 2 steps past the bed without permission then they will burn the same as your chest did tonight... If you need to go to the bathroom, ill permit it, but you must ask first. You will also have a time limit to get back to bed so don't try to sneak away. "He would let her get off his lap and onto the bed before he stood up. Walking over to a desk in the room he picked up an old-looking but fancy phone and clicked in one number... This number would call the main caretaker." Yes, starting now you may resume her meals, go on and bring a later up here for her... she will be allowed extra fruits from now on, tell I say otherwise... You are to knock and wait 10 seconds before entering this room. Leave the tray on the bed. I'll place it outside the room once I'm done with her tray." The last part was said for both his pet and Lina... he was in control of what she ate, how long she had, and when she was finished with it. His eyes looked at the thin dress on the bed and then at his pet." You will remain naked for now, but you are allowed to use the blankets to cover up and sleep." He walked over to a table that healed a pitcher of water and picks it up, dealing a clean glass then walked over to his pet to offer her the glass. He stopped at the side of the bed close to him what was farthest from her at the moment and would make her get it if she wanted the water. Her food should arrive within 10 minutes or so... Slipping the robe that did littler for him off he then walked to the empty side of the bed and slipped in under the covers leaning back against the headboard and closing his eyes. As it was a long day for her, it also had been one for him as well... Creating one self a new body was not child play. Sylvia was surprised that he had lowered his head to meet her kiss. Though she was thankful that he did. Since it made her look less like a fool to be honest. She quickly realized what he expected as a good kiss was. His touch creeped her out and yet strangely comforting in an odd way. Did it cause his voice was the only constant in her life mostly? This slightly annoyed her a bit. She accidentally showed him some of her true nature. Sylvia scolded herself for it. But her thoughts where ruined, when she felt him reach down and find her clit and started rubbing it. She blushed lightly and moaned softly As he rubbed her clit and put his tongue in her mouth. She relaxed a bit as he made her hold the kiss. Salvia then flinched when he nips her lip and making a drop or 2 of blood appear on her lip. But was grateful to have it done and steeled herself for what was to come. But to her pleasure he removed the mask. Luckily her bright blue eyes adjusted quickly. Still he had clearly aroused her when playing with her clit. But was happy when he removed his Hand from between her legs. Her brain was slightly confused. Her body was warm from being slightly worked up. But her mind found it terrible. Sylvia listened and nodded. She knew she likely gets punished. But she could be stubborn to. She had no plans to be his submissive and follow his orders and be treated like a toy or pet. He really ruined the mood at telling her her restrictions. She simply nodded as she watched her bracelets and anklets gems glow. She was just eager to recover at this point. Salvia happily got off his lap and finding that though she could not remove the headband, she could remove the veil. She set it on the bedside table. Then licked her lip, so the blood would not drip down her face and chin. Salvia’s eyes never left the dark being. He looked humankind of. But his voice still messed with her. Meanwhile, Lina picked up and Listened. “Right away my lord.” She said reverently. Lina was happy for Sylvia and so made sure the extra fruit was her favorite. Sylvia loved mangos and Lina often reward good behavior or celebrate things by giving Sylvia Mangos just how she liked them. Sylvia loved them dried or fresh. Lina was the One that knew Lina the best as far as foods and her Habits and stuff of that nature. Salvia meanwhile watched this person or being. She sighed as she hated being naked. Mostly cause it granted him full access to her. He clearly was controlling her as the cultists did for years. Sylvia happily took the glass of water. “Thank you. May. I ask you 2 question?” She asked softly. Once done she set it on the bedside table and laid down On top of the covers. She was kinda warm and plus did not feel like having her exposed body next to his or him pleasuring her. Soon just at 10 minutes Lina arrived with soup and fruit. Since she did not want to give Sylvia something to heavy after her ordeal. She did as instructed by her god and knocked and waited 10 seconds before entering. She then set the tray down on the bed before she quietly slipped out. Sylvia looked to see if he had any objections to her eating. He smiled at the shy girl asking if she could speak... Such a good pet he thought. "Go ahead ask, I did not say you could not speak. But if you become annoying with this freedom then that will change. He would listen to what she had to ask him and decide if he wished to answer. When her food arrived, and she stayed in one spot looking at him as if asking permission he smiles. They had trained her some it seemed." I ordered it for you. Eat. When you are done you are to go put the plate outside the door and come right back. I am rather tired myself so we shall rest. Should you chose not to sleep then you will be silent? You will have till I wake you up to sleep yourself. “ James sacrificed his eyes to please you and to hear you. Why could I hear you? Especially since I resented you and did not worship you. My final question is what do I call you? They have kept me in the dark. I’m kinda clueless to this type of stuff.” She said as she glanced at him and then the food. It is a coconut soup and something she enjoys. Lina was the only decent one who rarely got on her nerves. When he said she could eat, she happily did so. This was wonderful, since she no longer had to go without food. Sylvia ate the fruit first. She had the table manner and was not a messy eater. Then moved on to the soup and once done, she stretched her legs. Sylvia put her feet on the ground and stood up. She took it slow first to be sure that she was steady first. Finally she grabbed the tray Ed and set it outside the door before closing it. Then she went back to the bed as she yawned. Sylvia got comfortable and lay down and get comfortable. She could easily fall asleep at this point. He chuckled. You were born to be a vessel to hold the power to make me. James is your father, and your mother died giving birth to you. Because you refused to serve, to worship me as your lord my power inside of you was starting to eat you away. Now I'm free from your body, but you are bound to me. For now, you're my pet, but in dew time if you prove to be a good girl you will be my divine priestess or my bride. Such titles will mean you would only have to bow to me and me alone. As for what you can call me... Lord, Master, Or Lover. Letting her eat and then watching her lay down after she took the tray outside the door, it seemed she was not attempting to hide her body from his view as much as when she first woke up, but she did seem to stay outside his reach when she could. Slipping farther down into the bed to lay down, he would let himself fall asleep with her on the bed. He would sleep soundly for the next 8 hours or so less she woke him. In this time she was free to sleep or if she chose watch him. Waking up he would slip out of the bed and make his way over to a wardrobe that stood on the wall to the side of the bed and looks throw it for some clothing that would fit and that he liked. He found a loose-fitting robe bottom that tied shut using a sash. Along the bottom of it were rips as if it had been damaged, but he sorta liked that about it. Slipping it around him and tieing it on he then let his wings flay out Looking in a mirror nearby he looked how this looked so, for now, this is what he would wear. Leaving his pet be he took the blindfold he had taken off of her and left the room. She would not be able to leave 2 steps from the bed without pain so he had no reason to restrain her. He explored the temple some at a pleasure walk looking in rooms and moving on. People he passes would move to the side and Neal or bow as he did so. With his wings out in the open behind him, it was very hard to not know who he was. For the most part, he did not bother a look at the human past making sure they kneeled or bowed. However, after about 30 minutes of exploring, he stopped in front of one man. " You were can I find Lina." The man was one of the lower rank cult members and stammered trying to talk overwhelmed with the god, and scared at the same time." Just show me." The boy nodded and quickly got to his feet to lead the way. Arriving the god waved to the man long before he spoke to the caretaker." You have taken care of my vessel for many years and as such you will when she becomes my bride have to rank of her handmaiden. That being said you'll always serve me so don't let this be overlooked. Now I wish you and at least 2 others to tend to the girl today. She is to have food and plenty of water. Let her stretch out some if she pleases, but by midnight I want her to be cleaned, hair braided back, and dressed for her day view. James would have had prepared a set of clothing or items to be put on the girl for such a day in advance. It included a latex suit that covered all her body beside her head breast and privets. Leather bounds that locked her arms behind her back, a silver collar made of metal fine pointed high heels that would be hard to walk in much less run, the blindfold that he was now giving back to the caregiver, and an o ring gag to hold her mouth open. Spoiler: BDSM items if you like you can use one I sent in dm instead You will then cover her in a robe so no one can see her tell I remove it in the main ch apple room. The cult of a whole will get to watch as I defile her body in more than one way. She seemed slightly disturbed if not more at her father then the anything else. “ Father we are going to have a long talk one.” She mumbled. Sylvia nodded “very well lord.” she said as she laid down and tried to take this in. She was born to be his conduit and source of power to maintain him and let him stay in their world. She was forever bound to that. After tomorrow, she really let him know she was not willing to be his pet or bride or anything. She wanted freedom and not this existence. Soon she was asleep and went limp. She did not even response when he got up and left. Salvia only woke up as he went to find Lina. She noticed a drawer and opened it and found a mirror. She picked it up and looked at what looked at healing scars or holy brands as the cultists called it. “ I’m hideous and these will look horror LE once they healed.” She said softly to herself. She placed the mirror down and got under the covers and tried to think of ways of defying him. For now, she was trapped and had no idea what this viewing thing was. She could tell it was some big event for the cult, and it seemed everyone was looking forward to it. Only was not looking forward to it. The temple was dark and only things like braziers and torches and lamps lit the temple. The temple was divided into 3 floors. They each had black and one of his sacred colors as the theme of each floor. Each floor was dedicated to an aspect of the god. Only hidden dungeon home of Lina and formerly Sylvia and the top room of the temple his room where decorated differently. But that was purely only curtain people where allowed in those places and only curtain people knew of their existence. They had things for almost any kind of torture you could think of And had potions and other things in service of him. Lina was to be found in her office in the hidden dungeon. She was looking over reports of who be in attendance and everything was perfect for that night. Plus she had reported a few young and new members had been stricken by Sylvia beauty when they saw her. She made sure they attended so they knew who she belonged to. Lina quickly got up as her god entered her office. She kneeled and her harms across her chest in sign of submission. ”Of course my lord. I will do anything you ask. Your wish is my command. I’m most honored and humbled to be a handmaiden my lord.” She said as she bowed her head. “ Of course.” She pressed a button in her office that let her other caregivers know they needed to tend to Saliva and had their orders.” I will see it done. If I may clarify something if you would allow me. I just need to know do you wish her to wear this mask to blind her before it starts? Also is Their anything special you like in the room for when you defile her my lord any tools or anything special you want?” she asked reverently. Meanwhile the others tended to Sylvia. Who really had no desire for anything then to be rid of this cult and their god. Little did she realize that in time she learns to be his submissive and be a proper bride and lover to him. All she cared about was learned about this so-called god. So they gave her books and messaged her with a special lotion that would make her smell pleasing to the god. Sylvia was still trying to get use to the dark magic inside her. Already it was affecting her body. Any hair she had on her body no longer existed. She was hairless everywhere but her hair on her head. It also gave her the figure the god would find most pleasing. The magically lotion made Sylvia relax and help with making her skin shiny and even more soft. They also tended to the brands to make sure they healed perfectly. Her breath was freshened and was allowed relax In a bath while they did her hair. While she enjoyed her bath her thoughts turned to mother. What did she think and did she's willing do this known* this would happen? The only mother figure she had known was Lina. Argos considered her question for a moment. "I do, but I wish to personally pick out the tools I plan to use. As for the blindfold yeses it on her before she is bout to the main temple. Wait... Yes, I would like there to be a bowl of ice." He turned to leave but stopped at the door." Before I go... I had made a promise to Jame of a reword of service. Arrange for him to find a woman in his room. He will be allowed to use this woman however he chooses, even if he wishes to kill her." Normal and even high-ranking members of his cult seldom killed other members or even slaves outside special rites, but it was not too uncommon for slaves or low-ranking members to not get hurt. However, he was asking her to pick someone be it a member or a slave to be used however he liked so if someone needed punishment..." You can put this off till tomorrow, I doubt he would miss tonight. "Leaving he explored some more before he found the room with the tools he was looking for... Collecting some items he placed them on a table in the center of the room. A pair of pliers with a hole in it, a large needle, 3 golden rings (airings small loops.) A flog, a Cain stick that has been split several times to make it sting more than blunt damage, and a belt. He would grab a variety of toys also, tho h was unsure he would use them on her. When he was done he would task someone to set this up in the temple. James was spending most of the day in the temple setting it up for the night's event. The alter was made up to now look more like a bed with blankets on it to cushion whoever laid on it... The blankets were a deep red, with purple trim. The was a chair with eye hooks built into it for easily tieing a person into it in several different ways. As well there was a chain that hung down from the center of the ceiling with a latch to hook something into it and a way to crank it up not far away. Done with what he wanted to do today Argos made his way to the hot spring baths that were on the lowest LA of the temple and undressed walking into the hot waters and sitting down to soak and bath but looked over at one of the cult members in the room, this one being a female." Come attend to me. "This was in all since a command for her to do so, but he did not elaborate on how wanting to see how she took the order, or at least what she offered to do without instructions... Lina bowed her head. “Understood my lord. I will see it done.“ she promised. Once he left she made notes and handed it to her assistant. Then left to tended to Sylvia. She helped Sylvia out of the bath and into the suit. She realized the changes the ritual they did to bring their god into their world. The took and affects of the dark magic.no hair on her pale skin almost an eerie light color. The suit covered everything but her breast and her private parts. The suit limited her movement quiet a bit. Making it even harder to try to move out of position or do any to defy him. It was skin tight well and showed off her amazing and thin figure. She then braided her hair and placed red, purple and black flowers in it making her hair stand out even more. They then brought out high heels and secured them to Sylvia feet. The heels where high enough so she was closer to her master. They finished everything and allowed her to practice walking in the heels and let her enjoy the peace she had. The mask and gag and the leather binding where left off until the time came. Lina personally did a little makeup on Sylvia mostly sweet tasting, lipstick and eyeliner to make her eyes pop In case the lord wanted to remove the mask later. Sylvia personally was thankful that it had a high neck to hide the brands on her. The cultists prepared and brought the tools to the area and laid them out. They place the ice out only at the last minute. So it would not melt before their dark lord could use it. Though there were a few younger cultists who where attracted to Sylvia. Because they saw her walk through the hall earlier. But they refrained since they knew she was important, and they would find out why tonight. The temple was busy with life, and they had little time to find out who she was. The priestess who the dark lord asked to tend to him was a lady named Anna. She looked exactly like Sylvia mother as she was Sylvia mother identical twin. She hurried and and and this everything to make everything perfect for her lord. From lightning his favorite candles and even brought over a tray from food to drink for the dark lord. ”Of course whatever you wish my lord.” She said quietly. But unlike her sister she did not have white hair. Since she had no powers and not engulfed in dark magic like Sylvia and her sister. The priestess was prepared to do anything for the god. “Do you require anything my lord?” She asked as she kneeled by the springs. Anna was handicapped severely. She entered the cult to give her meaning after losing her sister and to let her pain be worth something. She was very soft spoke because she sacrificed most of her voice, and it caused her pain daily to speak. When she did, it was very soft and quiet. She even had scars from burns and cuts and even worse. The scars limited what she could often do, and she was in pain daily. She was not high ranking. She was in the middle ranks. Bus she was still beautiful and very devoted despite her limits. She faithfully and devotedly did everything by the book when it came how to live according to the dark god. "Speaking hurts you doesn't it child?" He knew it did but would make her answer nonetheless." Well, you will speak up, in a normal voice for me so long as your voice holds out." He would make sure she was clear of this order, or she tried her best first before he went on. " I came for a bath, so disrobe, join me in the water and bathe me." He suggested, and commanded." You are to wash every part of me save my wings... When I decide I'm done with the bath you will dry me off." He leaned back against the wall dividing the dry ground and tub letting his wings lay stretched out behind him on the warm stone." As you wash me you will tell me how you became so scared. " “Yes. But I can stand worse. ” She replied in the best clear and normal voice she could. He voices clearly already strained from chanting and rituals ”Your wish is my command.” She said as she gently undid the belt and removed his robe gently folding it and setting it on the table. She got everything she needed and once he was in the bath, she joined him. The water was painful on her newest wounds. Anna gently rubbed the soap and cloth on his body. She made sure to cover every inch save the wings. “I scared my throat, when my sister died. Sylvia’s mother. I joined the cult shortly after to give meaning and make use of my pain. I decided to live according to your laws. So when ever I was free or a sacrifice was needed I would cause myself pain. I was about to do another before you walked in my lord.” She replied. She went on tell him all she could recall and all the details. But the more voice worked the less clear her voice was. By the time she was done washing him she could not speak even if she forced it. She likely is mute for a few days from talking normal so long with how much damage she did. She damaged herself in most ways one could think of. She removed parts of herself or scared her self to being one of the ones they tested torture items on. She was lucky to be alive. It was mostly thanks to Lina skill in healing. He sees the scars all across her body from brands to removal of body parts and cuts and slash’s and crushing and burns. Anna then waited for him to be done. He smiled at her as she spoke pleased at his child harming herself for his will. He was cruel, yes, but he also was loving in a sick way. People that harmed their self in his name he would respect above others. She has not done anything so great in 1 act as James but probably suffered more than him in the long run, so after tonight she would be not used by the cult. He let her bath him moving as she needed him to get spots and let her prince him down. As she did, he explored her body with eyes and his hands, but not sexually, but almost like one studying art if art was pain. As her voice failed on her, he did not get mad at her for stopping talking, but smiled..." Patting his lap sit child." She could straddle him if she wished as if taking the offer to sit in his lap as he wanted to fuck her, but he simply meant sit. I will accept the offering you wish to give me tonight when I ask for offerings, you will follow me once I leave this changer and stay at my side till the right time. As your god and you being in the pain, you are now for speaking as I commanded you I know what it is you wished to do in my name. I won't let them treat your pain, but you will be cared for after. If she had taken him in her as she set down then he would have her ride him first before getting out. (Up to how your char took his offer to sit in his lap.) If not he would motion for her to get up, and then he would step out, waiting for her to dry him... Lastly, he slipped on his robe bottoms and told her to dress and follow him. He would not wait for her or walk slow for her leaving her to match his speed, and not caring if she was fully dressed. No one would stop her if she was following him, however. It was an hour till the start of midnight, James had a throne-like chair moved behind the alter for the god and others started to gather and sing hums/chants. The people singing were not required to kneel Argos walked into his temple, as the songs were worship to him and showed the same respect kneeling. He set in the throne once he made it there and pointed at the floor to the right of the throne" Kneel here, and don't move." He would tell her. She could not speak, so kneeling was what she would have to do, it was not a punishment, and in fact, it was almost a reword to be sitting next to the god. James bowed as the god walked by then hurried off to fetch him a plate of food, and wine. The later had cheeses wine summer sausage a steak knife to cut it with and some grapes should he want any of it. A voice in James's head spoke." You will stand behind her since she is in your spot. She is to make an offering soon." Once the shower struck midnight, and his pet was brought into the room he motioned for her to be put sitting in his lap. Anna made sure to do a perfect job. She was gentle and moved at a steady pace. She was careful not to get his wings wet. Furthermore, she had burns and scars all over her. Furthermore, she had branded Her private parts and had whip scars on her shoulders. Furthermore, she had a variety of stab wounds and cuts. Furthermore, she even had a few disfigurements from some bones that where broken and never healed right, the most recent was the burning of her feet. Anna bowed her head and sat on her gods lap and kept her head lowered as a sigh of reverence. Anna listened to her instructions and nodded in understanding. She clearly felt honored and it showed on her face. When he was done she quickly got a towel and made to completely dry him And then put the towel away. She luckily had a dress that was slipped over her head and secured with a belt. Furthermore, she stayed by her god as told. Furthermore, she managed to keep up even though it hurt to do so. Anna followed and nodded. She carefully kneeled beside the throne. She almost looked like a doll. Many where curious why she was sitting by the god. Since Games normal got such places of honor. She kept her head lowered and hands on her lap and did not move.Meanwhile, Lina had put the mask on Sylvia to blind her. The mask secured itself to Sylvia. Then they bound her arms and once she was unable to move her arms they put the gag on to keep her mouth open. Lina walked in front of Sylvia and the other maidens guided Sylvia. They bowed before guiding Sylvia to his lap. Sylvia was clearly uncomfortable about this and was a bit restless at being unable to do anything. Many found Sylvia attractive and lovely. Though the similarity between James and Sylvia and Anna almost looked like parents and their full-grown daughter. Salvia stayed still since she did not want to fall. Thought her mind was less busy on how exposed and vulnerable she was and more about what her father thought of her and his thoughts on her and everything going on. Though personally put little faith in trusting her father meant anything or was proud or happy for his daughter Or he even is honest with her. As Sylvia was guided to Argos's lap and instructed to sit, he pulled her deeper into his lap so her bound arms rested against one side of his chest, and he rapped his arm around her chest claiming one breast as his in his hand. His grip was firm, a threat for her to dear struggle, but his middle finger lightly toyed with her nipple, tracing circles around it. James received a message only he could hear moved up to the stand a priest would preach from and tapped his walking stick into the ground 2 times and the room grew quiet." Yesterday the higher ranks of us witnessed the birth of a god in physical form, today he is here to embrace his future bride both in body and in pain. However, he asks if any before him now wishes to make a sacrifice of flesh and pain in his name. You are to come to the center and name your gift, and prove your worth."" Stay put," Argos ordered Anna. Cat of 9 tails few members gathered in the middle but all of them chose a standard method of pain, cat of 9 tails. Some chose more lashes than others, but they lowered their tops and whipped their self slinging it over their shoulders and into their backs. The barbs digging in and cutting but only making scrapes that bled a lot. Once this was James took back up the stage and the people took their spots." There is one more who wished to over such a gift." Algos picked the knife up from his plate and dropped it in front of Anna. Next, he picked up his wine glass and took a sip, then moved the glass over to the left side of the chair and lowered it. "This is the last time you will be able to taste it here, drink, then take the knife and go make your offering. And bring me back my gift." By gift, he meant her tongue. He then turned his voice to the people in the room... speaking in all 3 voices at once, but on peruse." This child here will be known as a Silent one from now on as she has chosen to give me her voice and has crippled her body to the point it is almost useless. She is to never receive anything for pain from now on but will be free to choose a low-ranking member to claim as her voice and whose duties will be to serve her as she deems fit." He then lifted the blindfold up over one eye so that his pet could watch this. Sylvia stayed still and leaned against her master. She clearly felt fear and stayed still least she fell off or something happened. Her heart was racing as she could only listen to the whole thing. She stayed quiet as Lina instructed. Due to the gag she refused to look out toward the cultists. Had she not been gagged or blindfold or in any sense be able to move she would have fought to resist the god and try to leave? Sylvia could smell the blood and made her feel sick as she heard cries of pain and suffering. She had no strength to fight since this whole thing made her sick. She was not sure if she even wanted to know what he does to her. But She was able to price some of what would happen. She experiences pain and that he deflower her, and she be forced to suffer and have sex with this god which would empower him. A few younger people who sorta where fond of Sylvia offered themselves and flogged themselves and cut off their some of their fingers in honor of the day. Though many of newer members where not sure what offer or what to do, and so they watched. Lina was on stand by just in case since she was skilled in the healing arts. Lina would not ease the pain. But she was their to make sure the members survived. Anna looked at Argos and nodded. She stayed put and was unfazed by it all. She was a bit jealous and yet knew She would get her turn. Furthermore, she knew she needed help with hers. Mostly knowing where to cut. Luckily she had a mirror ready for the purpose. She did not plan on doing a half job. No, this was a chance to prove her devotion. When he dropped the knife she picked it up and put on her belt. She nodded and shakily took the cup and took the sip. She gave him his glass back. Weakly see stood up and step was painful. Secretly many liked to bully Anna and today was her chance to prove them she was devoted. Prefer her request Lina held the mirror and had a plate ready for the offering. On the plate was a white-hot brand. Anna without any hesitation took the knife and very masterfully cut her whole tongue out and placed it the plate before taking the hot iron and burned where she had cut her tongue out to cause more pain and to keep herself from passing out from blood loss. Lina took the brand and the mirror away. Anna weakly and shakily walked over and kneeled in front of Argos and offered him, her tongue. Sylvia was forced to watch with her one eye. It made her sick. But the dark magic prevented her from acting sick did Not allow her to get sick. It clearly tormented Sylvia, and she was clearly tormented at watching this. If it was bad enough she forgot what was about to happen to her.

A hellish nightmare takes over.|rating:2.0

Somewhere I Belong (Shiva and Catalyst)

"Hey," Dainty fingers trailed over the length of his forearm, stealing his attention away from whatever mundane waking dream he'd been lost in. As he looked up into her steely blue-gray eyes, she offered up a half-cocked smile that somehow seemed to carry along with it some semblance of sympathy. "Last call. Are you doin' okay?"" Uh...yeah," he spoke up finally, looking down at his glass and swirling around the mostly-melted cubes of ice in the remnants of his bourbon. "I'll have one more, Lay. Thanks." With nothing more than an understanding nod, she slid those fingers off of his arm and turned to make her way down the bar, leaving him to shoot back whatever was left in his glass in between cursory glances of her swaying hips. Looking down at his watch, he rubbed one side of his face tiredly and let out a sigh beneath his breath. 3:00 AM. Fuck. His nights out were getting later and later. The old familiar smells of greasy bar food, alcohol, and cheap cigarettes had begun to fade, as even the wildest of patrons went their separate ways. If anything, he could certainly do without the overpowering smell of funky cologne wafting over from the older guy a few seats down. The older guy whoclearlywas not handling his liquor very well, and had been stumbling over his words in an almost laughable attempt at seducing Layla for the better part of an hour." Here ya go, Sean." Layla offered up charmingly as she set his drink and his bill in front of him." Thanks...you uh...you need me to stick around?" he asked in a low whisper, gesturing with a side-eyed glance in the general direction of the musty man." Huh?" she seemed curious for a moment before his gesture drew her attention. "Oh! Nah..." she waved her hand lightly, "I ain't worried about that. I'll be fine, trust me!" she smiled at him. "Go home and get some rest, huh? You deserve it." Sean merely smirked in response, nodding his head. "Yeah..." he got quiet as he took a swig from his glass, peering over the bar toward the mirrored-glass back wall. His reflection gazed back at him with the same forlorn gaze he gave, prompting him to run a hand through his dark brown hair. "I need a fuckin' haircut..." he muttered." Well... I wasn't going to say it but..."" Shut up." he quipped back, both of them letting out a soft breath of laughter before her attention was called elsewhere. As he looked back at himself once more, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. He'd always taken some semblance of pride in the way he looked, at the very least, but these last few weeks, he'd been neglecting himself. More than that, though, he was disappointed to be looking at the same damned face in the same damned glass for the fourth time in almost as many nights. He shook his head, expressing his disapproval in his own actions as if it would somehow do some good. It didn't, of course. It never did. By the time the bartender had returned, Sean had already signed off on his tab, dropping a twenty-dollar bill as an overzealous tip on his receipt and polishing off his final drink. "Night Lay," He called out to her, lifting a hand as if to gesture his goodbyes." Night, Hun, be safe. Thank you!" she waved back. He braced himself as he rose from his stool, planting his feet upon the hardwood floor and taking a moment to gather himself. He was far from a stupor, but certainly a drink or perhaps three deeper and considerably less composed than usual. There weren't many people left at all by then, as the same old hip-hop song he'd already heard three times tonight played over the speakers into a mostly empty space. Outside himself, and the three other customers wrapping up their own tabs at the bar, the only other presence was a trio of college kids playing pool in the backroom right beneath the neon lights advertising beer and the name of the bar itself. The Horseshoe. A part of him was so tempted to join them. To walk over and slap some money on the table for a bet. Anything to avoid going home. Truthfully, the only thing that stopped him from doing just that was the signal from Layla that indicated they'd soon be getting kicked out for closing time, as well. As he stood in front of the wooden doors, looking down at his phone, he dreaded the walk back. It wasn't really the walk that he dreaded, though, so much as what it would lead to. An empty house, an empty bed, and an empty mind, where there would be nothing else to distract him from the invasive thoughts that already threatened to fill the void. Nevertheless, anything he could do now would only prolong the inevitable. The alcohol and the mindless chatter of barrooms could only do so much, after all. This was not a quiet city. There is always a bounty of things to do, to see, and plenty of trouble to get into. But Sean had lived here all his life, and for the most part, he'd seen and done it all before over the course of his 25 years. For him, now, it was simply his home; and even then, it didn't always feel that way. His house had not changed, nor had the surrounding city, and yet he had never felt so out of place; so far from what he considered to be home as he had these last twelve months. A feeling that had only grown stronger, scratching at his chest like nagging darkness slowly digging its claws into his very heart and soul. All those same familiar sights-the buildings, the statues, every corner and live oak tree, all passed him by now without a thought, step by slightly unsteady step bringing him closer to home. The lights of streetlamps and traffic signals over-head glistened against the damp streets and pavements as a light, cool rain trickled overhead. The 'winter' air, if one could call it that, was enough to necessitate a thin coat, but not much else. Even so, his hot breath condensed in the air with each of his somewhat labored exhalations as he trudged along through the empty neighborhood. His attempts at keeping his mind occupied were failing miserably, and that was becoming clearer by the moment. The first thing to draw his attention away from his own footsteps on the pavement was, as always, the gates of Redgrave Cemetery. It was a cruel irony indeed that he was forced to pass it every day, regardless of whether he was traveling by foot or by vehicle; especially on nights like these, forcing him to gaze upon the very place he hated seeing the most, drudging up the very memories he spent the night attempting to drown, waterlogged as they may have been. Tonight was different, though. Even as he passed its gates, which had long since been locked up for the night, he found his eyes drifting between the black metal bars and into the vast, ever reaching expanse of tombs and graves. He felt that all-to-familiar sadness welling up like a hard lump in his throat, even as he clenched his teeth and tried to urge himself forward and away from its grounds. He swallowed hard, pausing and looking back over his shoulder, feeling drawn back. The rain upon the ground was the only sound in an otherwise silent moment. He was completely alone here, not a soul in sight. Anywhere but home... "Most beloved heiress of the Mother blood, this lowly Villa asks for an audience to ply his troth to you, the future Alpha Mother of our people," the white-haired young man stated loudly, his tail respectfully lowered and tucked slightly between his thin legs. He was dressed impeccably in blue, the color of his den no doubt, although as was custom when visiting the Kings den he had forsaken any armor or weapons. Not that he really needed them. Algirwas known to be one of the most vicious warriors among the Vickie, although he was known to fight dishonorably at times, and had bitten off his own brother's left ear in a quarrel. One would never guess that though, from his perfectly-rehearsed words, tall, thin frame, and his small and almost feminine face. In his verbs form he was a smaller wolf than others, but pure white and lightning quick with instincts to match." I am a strong warrior, Princess," Alger continued as he approached the throne. "I am loyal to our King and the Mother blood, and I have slain more than twenty enemies on behalf of the Vickie. I have even slain a demon who sought to enchant me with powerful spells." His chest puffed up slightly at this boast. "My family owns more Vegas than any save our King, and I can pay a higher bride-price than any other suitor in our territory. But above all, Princess, I swear I will love you, cherish you--""--'Keep me safe from all harm, give me a full litter of sons and daughters, and see to it that I want for nothing until the day I die.' Yes, yes, all very good,"Princess Elia replied in a tone whose patience was holding on a single thread. "I was in the room when you said those same exact words to my sister last spring, Alger. You could have at least tried making it a little more entertaining this time."" Princess!" A tall man, somewhat resembling Elia in hair color and posture, scolded sharply. "You're being rude."" No, Uncle," Elia snapped, rising out of the throne to her full height of barely five and a half feet. Her yellow eyes flashed in rage at the Villa that had dared to challenge her. "What is rude is to promise loyalty and devotion to one princess, then make that very same offer to her sister a mere six months later. If Angel were here, she would say the same thing!" Suddenly she whirled around and turned her vehemence back on Alger. She began to stalk towards him slowly, her long-clawed hands clutched in such tight fists she could feel the skin of her palms breaking. Her large, furry ears were pinned straight back on top of her head, and her thick brown tail had bristled stiffly. Small frame or no, the princess could not have looked more predatory if she were stalking a wounded deer in the woods. "But she isn't here, is she Alger? And instead of helping to search for her--the woman you were ready to marry six month sago--you come sneaking behind her back to court her understudy." She stopped when she was directly in front of him, then pulled her head back slightly and spat directly on one of her suitor's bare feet. "You disgust me," Elia snarled, then turned to face the other two or three Vickie that had come on the same errand as the white-haired youth. "All of you disgust me. If you truly cared for the Mother blood, each one of you would be in the wilds right now hunting for Princess Angel and those who have taken her. If any of you think I would name any such mercenary coward as King of the Vickie, you are sorely mistaken." Turning back to the throne, Elia marched with all the dignity she could manage, then looked out at the other occupants of the room, mostly servants and courtiers with no real purpose other than to agree with what the king said. "Now hear this, any of you wishing to marry a Princess of the Mother blood: be gone and do not appear before me again. If you wish to prove yourself to your king, your people, andeitherof your princesses, then go out and help search for my sister Angel. If she is found alive, you can take the matter of marriage up with her. If she is found dead, I will marry none but the Villa who proves himself the most loyal to her memory. And that's definitely none of you lot." She sat back down on the throne heavily, then waved one of her bloody hands towards the crowd of spectators. "Now go away, all of you. I'm done listening to your vergashit." Immediately the crowd dispersed, save for one trusted handmaid who quickly rushed to Elia's side with a fresh cloth to wipe the blood from her mistress' palms, and the grim-looking older Villa who approached her with arms crossed. "I've seen Taurus handle situations like that with more delicacy," he commented roughly. "The King won't be happy to hear what you did, Elia."" Please, Uncle Nunki," she sighed, rubbing her temples slightly. "You know Vat ha wouldn't have wanted me to marry any of them anyway. Angel sent them all packing last spring. And that Alger is the worst of all of them. Why he hasn't been exiled yet, I'll never know. But if he's so keen to fight demons and lutein and whatever else might be out there, I'd be more than happy to send him on his way."" That's the King's decision, not yours. You'll be exiled yourself if you don't watch your behavior, little one," Nunki warned. "With Angel gone--""She's NOT gone!" Elia snapped, sitting up again and staring her uncle defiantly in the eyes. "I would know if she was dead. I would feel it, the way I felt it when Motif died." The princess' expression softened somewhat at the mention of her mother, as did Nunki's. "You felt it too, didn't you, Uncle? Because you have the Mother blood too." The old Villa smiled sadly, then in a surprisingly gentle gesture he reached out to tousle the princess' dark brown hair, even going so far as to scratch her large, pointed ears. "If I were your aunt, and not your uncle, we wouldn't have any of this trouble, would we? But with my sister gone, only you and Angel are left with the Mother blood. And until Angel comes back, if anything happens to you, that will end the dynasty of more than a thousand years. Is that what you want, little one? All of your ancestors to be lost and forgotten? Your future left in the hands of Vickie like Alger?" The princess winced a little at that idea. "No, Uncle. That isn't what I want. But I wasn'tmentor any of this!" she waved a hand around the now almost completely deserted audience chamber. "Angel is the smart one. The patient one. The one who's good with...well, everyone. Everyone likes her, for real. Some of those suitors who courted her over the winter and spring really truly loved her, even I could see that. But me? None of them probably even knew my name before they decided to court me. And yet they have the gall to act like they truly care, like they could feel for me what they claimed to feel for her. How can people be so dishonest, and think they deserve to be King at that?" Elia could feel tears of rage pricking at her eyes, and she longed to give into them. But not here, not in her father's audience chamber. There was plenty of room for crying back in her own quarters if need be, or even better: out in the woods. "I should be out there searching too," she sighed, turning her face away. "Are you sure I can't go with one of the parties? You and Vat ha know I'm one of the best trackers among all the Vickie. If you just let me, Know could find her trail. I could bring her home, Uncle!" Nunik shook his head. "No, Elia. It's out of the question. The King has ordered you remain in the Kings den until further notice, and I don't blame him. We've already lost one princess, little one." His hand dropped to caress the tattoos on her cheek. "We cannot afford to lose two."" No, I suppose not," she sighed, then rose to her feet. "I'm going to rest in my room for the evening. You can handle the rest of things here, can't you? If anyone else comes looking to get married, tell them to come back later. Or find someone else. Preferably the latter."" Of course," her uncle replied. "Is there anything I can do for you, little one?" The princess paused. "Remind me, when is the King expected back?"" Three days, princess."" Thank you Uncle, that is all." Without another word, Elia wound her way through the vast labyrinth of subterranean tunnels that made up the Kings den, the largest of all Vickie settlements. Most wolf people had lived in underground dens since ancient times, partially for protection against enemies, but also against the weather, and to preserve the forests that sprawled across their vast territory and provided cover for them above ground. True there were some rural Vickie that lived in houses built above ground of wood or stone, but these were usually eyed with suspicion or written off as pretentious. Proper Vickie lived in dens, and the Kings den was not only the largest, but as far as anyone knew it was the oldest as well, with some chambers supposedly preceding even the current Mother blood dynasty. Elia's rooms were part of this ancient section of the sprawling compound, and while they were not particularly lavish (Vickie as a rule do not take part in ostentatious decoration), they were comfortable, with the curious magic shaman-lamps providing plenty of light and the thick piles of furs that served as both furniture and bedding. The princess dove into one such pile headfirst, and after dismissing her maid finally indulged herself in the loud, long cry she had felt coming on since dismissing the crowd from the audience chamber. It's not fair she thought for the thousandth time. I'm not supposed to be the one who picks the King. Why did Angel have to go and run off? Or get kidnapped? Or whatever? Where is she, it isn't fair! The tantrum continued until the afternoon had turned into evening, and the Mother-Moon was rising fat in the east, the skinny little Brother-Moon and Sister-Moon fleeing before her to dive into the Western Sea. That only made Elia feel worse. She longed to be out in the woods, or on the moors beyond, hunting Vegas or cavorting with the wild Elias dancers who liked to gather in the far-off standing stones. Or if she went north, towards the Gods mere and the white river, she could hear the Lorelei singing their sad, mysterious songs. If she was lucky, and they were in a pleasant mood, they might even tell some of the stories of the lands beyond. The Lorelei were the greatest travelers in the world, and had seen--"The Lorelei!" Elia's dark head suddenly emerged from the blankets. If Angel were still in this world, it might be possible that one of the Lorelei had seen her. The fish-shifters weren't exactly friendly to the Vickie unfortunately, but there were one or two among them the princess had at least a passing acquaintance with. It was worth a try. But could she make it to the river and back in less than three days? She had already sent away all potential suitors for now, so it wasn't likely she would be missed in the Kings den, at least not until her father returned from his summit with the masks in the east. She would just have to move quickly, and that was done easily enough. Emerging from the blankets, Elia quickly went to a chest across the room and changed out of the soft deerskin dress she was forced to wear for courtly ceremonies, and instead pulled on a pair of tight leather trousers that hugged her tight round backside, and a thick studded corset that served as both support and protection for her pert breasts. Except in snowy weather, Vickie did not typically wear shoes, and they wouldn't be practical for such a quick journey anyway. Once dressed, the princess slipped into a dark recess of the room that served as a closet of sorts, then began to dig through old piles of clothing, tapestries, and other forgotten odds and ends that had probably been there since her grandparents' time. When she finally met the far wall, Elia moved aside a faded wall hanging to reveal a small tunnel, barely wider than herself. Falling down on all fours, her face suddenly began to lengthen, and dark brown fur the same color as her hair began to sprout all over her body. The corset and trousers seemed to meld into her body as she disappeared into the tunnel, and by the time she emerged on the far end, beneath the roots of a tree nearly a quarter mile from the Kings den, it was as dark brown wolf. Without even the sound of a breath, the wolf took off running northward at top speed, praying her scent wouldn't be noticed by others until well after daybreak, and hopefully after she'd had time to hide her trail behind her. "Argh, fuck!" Sean came crashing down to the damp Earth with a pitiful thud, swearing beneath his heavily inebriated breath as his impaired and rather pathetic-looking attempt at maneuvering over the black-iron fence came to a barely successful and exceptionally abrupt end. The tail end of his deep navy shirt caught hold of the regal Fleur-style ornamentation sitting atop each post, leaving him with no choice but to succumb to the fall as the fabric snagged before finally giving way and ripping. Luckily for him, this entire section of the city was all but a ghost town at this time of night; otherwise, anyone nearby would absolutely have taken notice of his far less-than-graceful entry. Nevertheless, He groaned lowly as he laboriously picked himself up off the grass, propping himself up first on his hands and knees and then rising to his feet, all the while wincing at the slight shooting pain in his left arm. He checked behind himself once more, then started to make his way cautiously toward the never-ending rows of stone as he rolled out his shoulder. It had not the most adequate display of skill nor stealth of any kind, but it still served its purpose. The cemeteries here were like no other. In a city so far below the level of the sea, with geography not entirely unlike an oversized bowl made for the expressed purpose of collecting water, the bodies of the dead could not be buried beneath the ground; lest the caskets and remains of the departed be found waterlogged and floating in the underground water tables not far below the Earth's surface. To prevent such a gruesome fate, the earliest settlers of the land instead began a tradition of sealing away their loved ones within intricate, ornate marble and stone graves that stood tall above the ground; a tradition which has continued well into the present day. The resulting mazes of tombs and monuments have now come to represent a hauntingly breathtaking sight that has become engrained within the city's culture. It would be easy enough for someone unfamiliar with the layout of such a place to become momentarily lost within its ever reaching expanses, even in the light of day. Under the glow of nothing more than the moon and the stars above, though, what may lurk within these yards in the dead of the night has become the subject of countless stories of horror, mystery, and intrigue. Reports of ethereal sightings were not uncommon, and while never proven, were far from easily dismissed. Perhaps the more frightening stories in the minds of most, however, were those of fellow men, lurking within their gates, using their grounds as the bases for their sanctimonious rituals and worship of the departed. Sean was never much one for any such stories. He had lived here for far long enough and had long since formed his own dissenting opinion of the supernatural. He was not here on some ghostly expedition, as he weaved his way through upon the stone and wet dirt streets between each line of tombs. Furthermore, he had no interest in tales of ghosts or the undead. Once upon a time, he had been fascinated with the idea, and yet somewhere along the line, it seemed to lose its magical hold on him. Nowadays, he considered himself a much more practical and pragmatic type. After all, he thought, why waste time thinking about that which has never been seen? His mother would surely have chastised him for that thought alone. After all, he and his siblings had been brought up on the fundamental Christian teachings that both of his parents had themselves been raised with. And Sean believed in them, with all his heart, for much of his life, however hypocritical it may have seemed. Only recently had those beliefs been called into question within his heart. Perhaps it was the nature of the path his own life had taken...though if he was honest with himself, there seemed to be no real path before him at all. More than likely, though, it had been the result of something more... His eyes scanned over the names chiseled out in the tops of every stone, shooting back and forth to either side of him as he somewhat clumsily made his way further and further into the intense darkness that enshrouded the dead. It had been almost a year since he'd set foot on this ground; long enough that he could barely remember the way at all. It felt as though he had been searching for a brief eternity, with nothing to show for his efforts. That was, until the surrounding sights suddenly became much more familiar, and then, all at once, the memories flooded back into his clouded mind. Sean stopped in his tracks, standing still for a long moment, then turned to find exactly what he had been searching for. Before him was a bright white marble tomb, atop of which the small, statuesque form of a stone angel stood guard, looking down upon where he now stood. Engraved into the center of the rock were 4 simple lines of lettering:DEMPSEY Debra Marie June 14, 1969–November 3, 2014, Johnathan L. May 19, 1965–October 20, 2017, Alison B. December 13, 1995–October 20, 2017, Sarah W. June 30, 2000–October 25, 2017, ​Sean did not move for the longest of times; he simply remained still, looking upon the grave with an inexpressible sadness lingering in his eyes. Suddenly the world around him seemed to fade rapidly out of focus, and all he could see were the haunting names and numbers that had been etched out and marked in black that had since begun to fade ever-so-slightly away. When finally he did budge, it was to rest an arm atop the stone, as tears welled up within his eyes and began to break free upon his face. He shouldn't have come here..." I'm sorry..." he breathed out shakily. "I'm so sorry..." Any semblance of composure that may have remained seemed to crumble away the longer he remained, as his emotions boiled over within him, a combination of rage, sadness, and distress that was enough to bring even the strongest of men to their knees; and while Sean Dempsey had always tried to carry himself otherwise, he was far from the strongest man this world had to offer. All at once did it all come forth from within him, surrounded by thousands upon thousands of names and dates, each with a full life behind them, and face to face with those he could never let go................................................... How long he stayed there, alone with them, was anyone's guess. The moon had shifted significantly overhead in its journey across the sky and had disappeared behind the cover of thick, dark clouds that had been raining down upon him in that same steady trickle. By now, his clothes were sufficiently cold and wet, chilling his body, and had been muddied up slightly from his earlier fall. The rain was only just now beginning to pick up, as the cascades of individual droplets splashed against the stones all around him like a soft, subtle static that filled his ears as he sat upon the stone stoop, leaning against the Dempsey's' final resting place. He found himself looking up to the sky, eventually closing his bleary eyes as he felt the water upon his face, dripping from the tips of his hair and off the line of his jaw. He was tired. So tired. The sort of tired that no amount of sleep could resolve. There came a dull ringing in his ears that invaded his senses and immediately made itself known; low, barely noticeable at first, as little more than a faint buzz in the background of his thoughts. With each passing second, though, it became more present and unignorable, bringing him partway out of his daze as it seemed to grow stronger. He was familiar with the subtly cacophonous symphonies of tinnitus that oft filled the silence with his own bedroom, but this, he felt certain, was not the same. While he did his best to not pay the noise much mind, it soon grew to be too much to bear. He did his best to compose himself as he groggily rose back to his feet, looking around as if to find some source, but to no avail. Though the more he was careful to listen, the more clear it became that said source was indeed somewhere outside himself, and very nearby, at that. Still a bit impaired though he was, he was sure of it. He followed the sound for a few long moments, finding himself drawn to it if only from the sheer desire to know just what it was. Yet while it grew steadily, subtly louder, around him, there was nothing. Nothing, save for the dead. Nothing, even as he kept on further, and turned the corner of one of the thousands of rows of graves. Until a single swirl of bright light made itself known in the distance. First one. And then another. A guard? He hid back behind one of the stone encasement, holding his breath as though somehow it would make him less noticeable. But as moments passed without any semblance of footsteps nor evidence of human life outside himself, he soon realized that he was, in fact, still alone.... What the hell was that? He thought to himself, raising a subconscious eyebrow as he turned the corner once more. There now stood a single white light, coming from deep within the yard. It was not moving, nor was it changing at all. Probably a construction light or something...he dismissed casually as he once more began to walk toward it if only to prove himself correct. The sound was growing louder, now, there was no doubt. What was once a dull ringing had given way to an unending buzzing that indeed was much like that of a broken industrial light flowing with electricity, albeit laced with intermittent high-pitched chirps and whistles. Before him was utter darkness, save for a lone, glowing source of light. One that seemed so far away, and yet so near. How fucking far down is this damn thing?! What started off as a curiosity in his stubborn, drunken mind was quickly becoming an annoyance. A bother and a nuisance that he was hell bet on getting to the bottom of. As he kept on, though, he found that the noises were quickly becoming too much. His head began to ache with a fullness and a pressure that threatened to burst forth from his very skull. Surely, it was from the sound mixed with the drinks he had taken down so readily that night. The light was growing brighter. And yet, it was as though it was not getting any closer. Radiating from the white light, an aura of color blossomed, like a rainbow ring around the sun, exacerbated by the reflections upon the damp ground and falling rain. Sean stopped, covering his eyes with both hands as the light grew brighter and began to burn in his corneas. He took himself down to one knee to get a hold of himself as an intense migraine overcame him, bracing his hand against the Earth... Only there was no Earth. He could feel the ground beneath his touch, but as he looked down, he saw nothing but darkness between his fingers. Even his hands themselves were barely more than a dim silhouette of what they once. As he lifted one toward his face, he could see the illusory trail it left behind, moving at a snail's pace in front of his own eyes." W...what the fuck?" he muttered, his head whipping around himself in a sudden, desperate search of his surroundings. But there was nothing. Nothing except for the light before him, glowing with an intensity that threatened to pierce his very skull, and that now impossibly loud, intolerable noise. That wretched fucking noise. He felt himself beginning to fade in and out of consciousness as the pounding in his head grew harder, causing him intense pain and dizziness that rendered him barely able to brace himself even on one knee. Fuck...fuck, fuck, fuck, I can't pass out here! He was beginning to panic, now, knowing he had to at least try to get out of this place. He tried his best to stand. It took every bit of force he had to give; and yet, he did not move. It was as though an immeasurable weight was pushing down on him. Furthermore, it was forcing him into the ground. His breathing grew labored. His heart beating loudly and powerfully in his chest, yet so...painfully slowly. The noise grew louder. The light before him brighter. Brighter. Colors began to swirl around it, and then around him, as well. All manner of reds, oranges, and yellows. Blues, purples, and greens. He could see it all now. And it hurt. God, It was excruciating. It was all growing larger, now. It was coming toward him faster, and he could not bring himself to move out of its way. Faster, and yet he could not budge. He struggled as hard as his body would allow. Alas, as he succumbed to that intense weight upon him, and collapsed upon the nonexistent ground, he could do nothing more than scream out at the top of his lungs, his harsh voice piercing the night air, as the blinding light and deafening sound enveloped him in an instant. And then...there was truly nothing... The night was cool, but not cold yet, and in her compact lupine form Elia was more than comfortable as she darted between the trees northward. As a wolf both her hearing and her sense of smell were stronger, and in the growing shadows of the evening her yellow eyes saw more sharply than they ever would in her two-legged form. Yet even with these heightened senses, she stopped frequently, sure of her path but unsure of her apparent solitude. Itseemedunlikely anyone would come this way accidentally; those Vickie not charged with patrolling this particular sector of the woods were all assigned other guard duties, and those without a particular territory to guard were all dispatched in search parties sweeping the lands south of the Kings den, where Angel had disappeared. Of course this part of the forest had been searched at the time as well, but when no signs were found of the princess in the early days of the hunt the efforts had been focused on the mountainous southern region, where some bits of black fur and a piece of her clothing had been found. When Nunki and the others realized Elia was gone as well, no doubt another search would take place, but the younger princess of the Vickie had been much more careful. There were several springs scattered throughout the woods, along with muddy spots she could cross through to cover her scent. She was careful to avoid thick brush or the trunks of trees, where her chocolate-brown fur might be caught and leave a hint to her trail. And every now, and then she had shifted back into her bipedal among form and climbed a tree or two, no doubt confusing any future trackers that would see her path suddenly come to an abrupt end. But if all went well, she wouldn't even be missed until she failed to appear at breakfast tomorrow morning, and that meant she needed to put as many miles between herself and the Kings den as possible before sunrise. The vague plan that had formed in Elia's mind as she ran was this: travel as far as possible through the night, hopefully as far as the Seven Hills, and by morning she could find a sheltered hollow among the rocks to sleep for a few hours. She had been to the Gods mere once before, and though shethoughtshe could remember the narrow winding trail to the still lake that overlooked the northern border of her territory, it would be safest to attempt the climb while there was still daylight. If she was lucky, there might even be Lorelei in the lake itself, although the Vickie and several other peoples in that region believed it a sin to swim in its sacred waters. Worst case scenario, if the Lorelei were feeling particularly religious and avoided the lake, Elia just needed to follow the river that flowed out of the hills in the north and through the rocky canyons to the Snow sea beyond, and she was sure to encounter one of the fish folk sooner or later (but hopefully sooner). It was nearing midnight when the princess became aware of a shadow occasionally passing overhead, and a very faint scent wafting down from the trees. At first, she had thought it's nothing but a cloud, or perhaps a sleeping verge; some squirrel or possum in heat. But the shadow trailed her for miles, and when she reached a huge oak tree with limbs dragging on the ground, Elia froze suddenly, and wished she had brought a weapon besides her teeth and claws. A low growl rumbled in her throat as the shadow alighted in one of the low-hanging branches, then began to let out a soft, cooing laugh in response. The laughed was a large, squat brown owl with a short, sharp back and huge vicious talons that looked like they could have snapped the bough beneath it with a snip. As the laughter died off, the owl changed shape slightly, thinning and lengthening into feather-covered feminine form. A pair of long arms separated from her wings, which shifted position slightly until they were sprouting more out of the center of her back rather than the sides, and while the beaks hunk back into a pointed mouth and chin, there was still something sharp and curved in the small nose at the center of her face. At the sight of this figure, Elia's body relaxed in recognition, and when she approached the stranger it was on two legs. "Stria...you scared the shit out of me. What in the world are you doing all the way out here?"" I could ask you the same, Elia Mother blood," the Elena replied. "Are the Vickie determined to lose both of their princesses in so short a time? Or are you just being a very bad puppy?" The owl-shifter crossed one leg over the other, her taloned feet somewhat smaller than before, but the claws no less sharp as they opened and closed." I'mlookingfor my sister. Or at least anyone who might have seen her. I don't suppose you know anything useful?" the Villa replied, crossing her arms rather impatiently over her chest. The Toledos were a strange lot in general, fond of talking in riddles and teasing their lupine neighbors, despite the fact that the Vickie had allowed them to dwell inhere forest for generations, and Stria was one of the worst. Both her shoulders and her wings shrugged, and her small, angular head began to rotate in a rather gruesome manner, turning almost the entire way around. "Useful to you? Or useful to me? Or useful to your dear papa, or your pretty big sister? Or useful to the demons in their prison out at sea?" Stria replied in a low sing-song tone, suddenly dropping from the tree like a stone. Elia yelped and instinctively darted forward to catch the Elena, but she needn't have bothered. With a powerful flap of wings, Stria swiftly and easily swooped forward until her face was mere inches from the Villa, causing the princess to stumble backwards in surprise. Annoyed at the indignity of her position, Elia huffed and straightened her back. "I didn't think so. If you'll excuse me..."" Here's something useful," Stria continued as though the Villa had never spoken. "Therearedemons in the Wolf wood tonight. Or perhaps it is the Gods, walking among us once more. Something horrible...or is it wonderful? I cannot seem to tell which." The princess rolled her eyes as she strolled past the Elena, ready to resume her verges form. "I'm sure," she muttered." Oh, but there is something here. Can't you smell it?" the owl-shifter remarked, rising up to hover just out of Elia's reach overhead. "It's dangerous to go alone, little princess. You should take this." Something heavy dropped from one of Stria's talons, and landed directly on top of the Villa's head."OW!" she shrieked, letting out an animalistic snarl and leaping up to snatch at the Elena's foot out of sheer instinct. But Stria only laughed and rose higher into the air, her body melting back into the shape of the giant horned owl yet again. She circled a few times over the Villa's head, her hoots seeming to echo loud enough to fill the entire forest, and then as quickly as she had come, she was gone." Godsdamned vermin-eater," Elia muttered to herself, glancing down at the object the owl-shifter had dropped on her. It appeared to be a primitive sort of knife, carved either of white stone or bone, or something in between. The hilt however was clearly made of iron, and heavily rusted in parts. Not a masterpiece by far, and probably more likely to give the princess a blood infection than protect her from harm. She should really just leave it behind. After all, cloth and leather that had been blessed by the priests could easily shift and meld into a verges form, but the princess hadn't thought to bring any kind of bag or sheath with her that she could use to carry the knife, or anything else. That meant she either needed to hold it precariously in her mouth as a wolf, or carry it in her hands as a among. While she was pondering this dilemma, the Villa began to notice an odd scent in the air. It's nothing, just more of Stria's stupid games she told herself, even as she couldn't help sniffing a little. Probably a dead verge, or something even more disgusting. The scent wasn't bad though, just strange. Not like any among she had ever smelled before, and certainly not a Villa. Nor did it smell like any verge she had ever encountered, or even any plant that she knew. Without making a noise, Elia shifted back into her wolf form, and then clumsy as it might have been, picked up the knife between her powerful jaws and began to creep in the direction of the scent, keeping low to the ground. Just beyond the huge oak tree, her eyes feel upon a small circle of boulders she had never noticed before. They reminded her of the standing stones of the Elias, only these stones barely came up to her stomach as a wolf, and most were covered with moss instead of runes. Had they previously been so overgrown she had walked by them without ever seeing them? Or had they appeared since her last voyage to this part of the forest? In either case, if the boulders were fascinating, the thing in the middle of the circle was downright astounding. A demon? Or a god? Elia's teeth clamped down even tighter on the knife as she slowly began to circle the...whatever it was. The source of the smell, she knew that much. Was it dead, perhaps? It wasn't moving. Did she dare come closer? All of a sudden, from nowhere and everywhere at once, another one of Stria's hooting laughs filled the forest, loud as thunder. Yelping, Elia dropped the knife and fell back into the foliage, disappearing into a thicket but keeping her eyes transfixed on the thing in the circle, waiting to see if the paled's noises would rouse it from its slumber. Nothingness; the concept itself is impossibly surreal. For even when we sleep, we dream, and even in utter darkness, we recognize that the world around us does not simply crumble to dust. It still exists, as we still feel the ground beneath our feet and hear, if nothing else, the sounds of our own existence; the blood rushing within our bodies and the air moving around us. It is an idea so impossible to grasp that ever since the dawn of man, we have tried to explain it away. Yet now it was precisely that which Sean found himself coming hauntingly face to face with all at once. As though everything he knew, including himself, had ceased to exist. Except somehow, if only for a moment, he found he could sense it; the lack of any presence around him. A vacuum. A place where the nothingness contradicted itself simply by being, and making up all of what was left. He was not a part of his own body. His body had all but disappeared, and while he felt as though he was looking through his own eyes, they too were gone. Whats more, there was nothing to be seen, regardless, save for the absolute, utter blackness of the void. Even his fear had been left behind. For that briefest of times, a time that felt as though it were both an eternity and a fraction of a second all at once, he could not feel a thing. Until even the nothingness seemed to fade away. The next thing to assault his senses would indeed be Stria's wail. It pierced him, reverberating through his body and mind as clear as day, even amidst the internal fog that had overtaken him, as though it had reactivated something inside of him. The paled fled some ways away, perching herself in a tree just far off enough in the distance that she could not be seen, while remaining just close enough to observe. Just then, a single, sudden breeze blew across the world, taking with it whatever loose pieces of foliage could be ripped from their bows or carried off from the ground. Sean's mind came slowly back to life, his fingers curling upon the ground and palpating the earth beneath them. He was slow, barely cognizant of himself, his motor functions seeming to be just as much reflex as they were concerted effort. It was as though a corpse had been reanimated long after its death. It took some time for his own consciousness to truly catch up, as little by little, he began to feel the world around him. His fingertips could now sense the coarse texture of the grass that grew around them. His ears could once more hear the sounds of the rustling leaves, and his nose could smell the wafting scents carried through the air. Only none of them were familiar. Even the air itself upon his skin did not feel the same. The more of himself returned, the more apparent that fact became, as his eyes slowly flitted open. The night here was not quite so dark as that from whence he came, but it may as well have been pitch in comparison to the flash had overtaken him. He had no memory of the nothingness, despite having experienced it himself. The last memory he had was of walking toward the light, and the struggle that followed. Everything between that moment that the light enveloped him, and the present, he had no recollection of at all. The grass was tall around him, impeding a great deal of his first sight. Its color was not what he knew, with the lightest shade of blue mixed in with natural green. What was even more immediately alarming, though, was the memory that struck him. He had been in the cemetery before the light, and this was the farthest thing from it. As quickly as his hands could find their place beneath him, he tried to push himself up from the ground. Pain surged through him as his stiff body was jolted by the sudden series of motions. Just as fast as he was able to maneuver himself up to his knees did he once more fall, this time onto his back looking upward. As he propped himself up on his elbows, what began as a disgruntled confusion quickly gave way to darting eyes and anxious gaze. The sky above him would have been a breathtakingly beautiful sight had he been familiar with it. The sky glowed a deep violet, illuminated by millions of tiny specks of light, surround not just one, but two massive orbs that gleamed brightly with pristine light. The first was small, no bigger than the one he had known all his life. It was dwarfed though by the gigantic presence that loomed over it, at least four times its size, so bright that the surrounding sky seemed to shine a bright pink that faded into the night. The entire scene was covered partway by the nebulous clouds that reflected their light. What...the fuck?he thought nervously to himself. Am I dreaming? The stiff pain he felt radiating throughout his muscles and the pounding in his head seemed to indicate strongly to the contrary. But if this was all real, where was it that he found himself? He struggled once more, this time successfully rising to his feet. The more he glanced around, the more disconnected he became, the uneasiness in the pit of his stomach growing exponentially. Everything felt so wrong. None of it was what he knew to be a reality. The trees and their leaves took on shapes and hues unlike any other he had seen, and so to do the plants that grew upon the ground. There were sounds of small creatures all around him, and yet not a single one he could easily recognize. Just above his head, tiny little flecks of white seemed to sporadically flow around him between the treetops." Hello?" He finally attempted to call out in his gruff, yet breaking voice. His throat was as dry as a bone, and even that small effort was a strain. Any attempt to clear his throat was only half-way successful, as were his efforts to gain any true semblance of physical composure, as his faculties remained slightly impaired. His mind raced in a million separate directions. Where was he? What the hell was going on? Was this all some manner of trickery his brain had played upon itself in response to his half-drunken stupor? Had he been drugged when he wasn't looking? Had someone struck him and knocked him unconscious in the Cemetery? Nothing was making sense, and the only thing that was becoming increasingly clear was that whatever this place was, it was not where he belonged. "Hello?!" He called out again into the seemingly empty forests all around to no one imp articular. Whether a response would put him at any kind of ease or make things far worse, he did not know. If she had been in her two-legged form, Elia would have gasped as the figure in the circle rose to its feet. The thing really was alive, and appeared to be conscious now. Although under the light of the moons overhead, she could now tell that the figure was probably male, based on the lines and angles of his face and the shadowy whiskers on his cheeks. He was built like a Villa, or perhaps an Elias, but he lacked the thick tail and pointed ears of the former, and the majestic antlers of the latter. In fact, as the princess' yellow eyes moved from the male's face down his body, she couldn't discern any characteristics that would identify him as a member of the known tribes of among. His clothing too was strange, and seemed to be ripped in places, though as far as she could tell there were no serious hurts on his body. The look in those piercing gray eyes though...eyes the color of Brother-Moon overhead...that hinted at a hurt of some kind. Loss, confusion...and the tone in his voice as he called out! That was another strange thing. Hello. It was the same word of greeting used among all the among. Did that mean he spoke her language? As Elia began to circle the stranger, taking care to keep her form concealed in the underbrush, she suddenly recalled her paternal grandmother, the long past but still beloved Lady Diva. While Elia and Angel had always known the matriarch as an outwardly-stern, privately affectionate old Villa, in her youth she had been a priestess, and up until the day she died peacefully in her sleep the old woman could tell you any of the old legends you liked. The one that came to mind now ran through the princess' head in the woman's sly, croaking tones as she traced the story along on a faded tapestry with one crooked finger:In the old days, all of us--the Vickie, the Elias, the paled as, the Lorelei, and all the rest--were one people, with one more-or-less identical form. True, there was less fighting in those days, but we were little better than the Vegas in our desperate quest for survival. Then one day, the Gods descended from the sky in their infinite magic and wisdom, and they began to teach the people. It was only little magics, of course. How to light lamps without fire, how to purify water, how to help crops grow...but nothing that would ever cause harm to another person. And then, as their greatest gift, the Gods taught the people how to assume the shape of the Vegas around them. So many of us were hunters in those days, that by learning to become the Vegas and move among them, we became the greatest hunters this world has ever seen. And those that didn't hunt, like the Lorelei or the Elias, learned to travel and trade. The people became so adept at changing their form that eventually their children learned to do it from birth, though over time we became limited to taking only one other shape, be it a wolf, a lion, a bear, or any of the other Vegas that live in our world. Of house, this gave rise to the different tribes of our people--the among. And while we have never experienced total peace, we have never known total war either. Everyone has allies, everyone has enemies, and we find a way to make it work. Balance is maintained, and the Gods were pleased for a very long time, and were happy to live among us. But there was one female among the among called Lilith...the priests argue about her tribe to this day. Some people say she was Vickie, some say she was Lorelei (personally, I think she was Lorie, but I have little proof for this theory). All agree though that she was very beautiful, so beautiful she seduced one of the Gods themselves, and from him learned not only the little arts, and the art of changing to multiple shapes, but even greater magics. How to cause harm to others, and how to achieve immortality. She bore the God several children, all of whom inherited their parents' might, and believing them to be superior to all the other among, Lilith and her children began to make war on the people. Many of the among died, but when the other Gods realized what was happening, they intervened on our behalf. While they could not kill Lilith, they banished her and her children to an island in the southern oceans, thousands of miles from the nearest land, and filled the surrounding seas with storms and monsters so they might never come again to harm the among. They also stole the demons' ability to change forms, locking them forever in the shape of a among without a tribe. The Betrayer among them, they cast back into the sky, separating him from his cursed love for eternity. But still, the Gods were fearful. If one of them had fallen to the lusts of a among, might not another? And so it was that the Gods left this world, though the priests believe they still watch us from above, and may occasionally walk our lands in memory of happier times. Have faith, my granddaughters, that the Gods do love us still, and should the need arise they will come back to aid us. Until then, we must be on the watch for evil ourselves, and never again let the spawn of Lilith walk our lands. Elia had never smelled a demon before, nor had she ever seen one. But the more she watched the male in the circle, the more she knew he could not possibly be one of the among. His ears were small, he had no tail, wings, antlers, scales, and showed no sign of changing to a verges form of any kind. He smelled of dirt, but not the dirt she was familiar with. Something greener, wetter, yet with something burnt in it, undermined by something spicy, like the spirits the masks brewed. If she was being honest, it was actually quite a pleasant smell, which was what was raising her doubts. The princess simply couldn't imagine a demon smelling like that. A God then? Diva said they still walked the land sometimes, and she knew some priests claimed to have seen them, even spoken with them. A Godwouldspeak her language, Elia realized, but Gods were also supposed to be all-knowing. Why then did the male look so confused? There was only one way to find out. Hello. The word was thought, not spoken. Elia could not use her mouth to speak in her current form, but after taking a deep inhale she stepped out of the brush and moved directly in front of him. At such close range she realized that even as a wolf, he was probably still twice her size, but at least now she could tell he was unarmed. Of course, if he was a God or a demon that wouldn't really matter, but if that was the case she was probably dead anyway. The brown wolf sat back on her haunches and tilted her head slightly, staring into his gray eyes with her yellow ones. Who are you? Why have you come here? But he didn't answer. Elia's heart began to race. Why wasn't he saying anything? The Gods should be able to hear the thoughts of all of their faithful, and while the princess wouldn't exactly call herself religious, she was a believer and had been known to pray on occasion. However, it was sometimes difficult for among of different tribes to communicate telepathically. That was why she had assumed a different form to speak to Stria; Vickie and paled as just couldn't connect on that level. A ridge of fur along Elia's back began to rise, and a low growl began to rumble in her throat as her ears flattened against her head. Gods could understand her thoughts, but he couldn't. He wasn't a among, she knew that for sure, so that meant he could only be one thing...DEMON! Despite the fact she was alone, unarmed, and had only the most rudimentary combat training, the animalistic instinct inside the princess took over. With a snarl, she sprung forward, her jaws opening and her long teeth ready to close around the demon's throat. Wrought with an increasingly anxious confusion, Sean's head whipped around at the sound of rustling leaves and the crunching of twigs that seemed to come all but out of nowhere. Needless to say, what he saw did not exactly serve to assuage him. The animal that emerged from the brush seemed to just about lock eyes with him, taking intent, striding steps toward him, undeterred by his own physical stature. The wolf was not of particularly massive size, however, it was still just that;a wolf. Sean found himself taking a few short steps backward subconsciously as his gaze remained fixed upon the beast. Shit...he thought nervously to himself. He moved slowly, raising his arms slightly as if in some form of innocuous surrender. It was not until he noticed the animal stop and sit before him that his feet came to rest in one spot upon the ground. His eyes remained fixed upon the yellow orbs that peered back at him, yet did not hold any malice within them. Instead, they conveyed only curiosity alongside the tilt of its head. Sean's guard remained up for some time, naturally, but slowly receded as the wolf focused on him. What does it want? Why is it just...staring at me like that? The motionless silence felt ever so strange. It was almost as though he could feel the piercing gaze of the beast that stared so intensely back into his eyes. As if it was trying to establish some sort of connection with him, but had not the words to do so. It was unnerving, and yet...entrancing all at once. Enough so, even, to nearly rip his attention away from his surroundings entirely. That was until he noticed the animal's face began to shift, it's muzzle bearing the flash of sharp teeth as it took on an all to obvious aggressive stance. Sean's heart skipped a beat in his chest, but he did not have but a moment to take notice. Within seconds, the once curious beast lunged forward, jumping off its hind legs and gnashing its teeth. As if acting on survivalist instinct alone, he managed to get his arm up in defense of himself, sacrificing it to the wolf's fearsome bite. He screamed out in pain as he felt his flesh give beneath the sharp, powerful force of its ferocious jaw, its body weight crashing against him with enough force to knock him off his feet and onto his back on the ground. He landed with a thud that sent his mind halfway into a clouded whirlwind. Furthermore, he was looking up at it now, his forearm dripping crimson blood upon his chest and neck. Furthermore, he growled and groaned aloud in pain, pushing his arm up against its bite. An intense struggle ensued, as the animal did all it could to sink its teeth deeper into his flesh, and clearly seeking to take hold of his throat and end his life. Its claws dug into his flesh and drew blood from several fresh, deep cuts upon his torso. He writhed violently beneath the animal, fighting back as best he could after nearly being knocked unconscious by the crash of his head on the dirt. As he slowly regained his wits, though, he felt the hot rush adrenaline began to surge through him. Momentary fear gave way to anger in his stormy gray eyes, as though the attack had stirred up some deep-seated rage within. Suddenly, Sean swung his opposite arm across his body, landing a forceful blow atop his attacker's head. At that moment, he was able to muster up just enough strength the force the beast off of his body with the arm it had clamped down upon. Just as it reared back, he grabbed the animal by a tuft of its fur, doing his best to force it to the ground as he managed to get back on his knees. The beast was strong, but Sean was larger and stronger, at least for the moment. He knew he stood no chance of running. He had not the slightest inkling of where he was, and his motor faculties still suffered from impairment. His breathing was already loud, labored, and ragged as it were, his muscles strained and stiff. It would chase him down in a moment's notice, and he would likely not get a second chance to get out from beneath it. If he hoped to survive, he would have to kill it. With that realization at the back of his mind, Sean used his own body weight, now straddling the beast, and a strong grip upon its neck to pin it down into the dirt. He knew he could not hold this position for long. Surely the wolf would soon find a way to wriggle out from beneath him. He glanced around in his immediate area and instinctively grabbed a mossy stone from the grass just as soon as he could locate it. It was heavy and large, and would have been more than enough to fracture its skull. His blood now trailed down his arm and onto its fur, as he held it down, looking once more upon it as he prepared to what he knew he had to do. Strange...he doesn't taste like a dementia thought as her jaws clamped tight on the stranger's arm. Then again, what did she know what a demon tasted like? And actually, wasn't there some story about how devouring the flesh of a demon would kill you? Well, either that, or turn the devoured into a demon. The princess cursed herself as her teeth sunk deeper in the creature's arm, and for a moment she considered letting him go while she reconsidered her tactics. However, she'd been so quick in her movements that she'd actually managed to knock him onto his back, and demon or no, it didn't seem like a good idea to give up that advantage just yet. Whatever the thing was, she had clearly hurt it. She could both see and taste his blood, and heard the cries of pain escaping his mouth. Like a verge dying she mused, then realized with sudden shock thatthatwas what he tasted like. Just another animal of the woods, like a deer or a rabbit, with mortal flesh and blood that could be killed. But she'd never seen a verge that look like the thing beneath her. Was it possible that just as the among had learned to wear the shapes of Vegas, the Vegas were learning to wear the shapes of among? But Vegas rarely fought back while being hunted, save for those rare predators like wolves and lions. And now that he seemed to understand what was going on, the creature was definitely beginning to resist. Growling, Elia began to bite down harder on her victim, feeling her fangs slicing through the muscle and sinew like knives, expecting him to go limp any moment now. So it was a complete surprise when she suddenly felt a blow on the side of her head, causing her to yelp and release his arm. She leapt backward to avoid a second blow, but she wasn't able to avoid the rest of him as the creature launched his entire body at her, effectively pinning her to the ground. The princess' heart began to race as she struggled beneath him, snapping at the air and trying to rake her claws across his chest. But as a verges she lacked the flexibility of her among form, and couldn't quite reach close enough to do any real damage. Her attacker was careful to keep out of range of her fangs, but the yellow eyes of the wolf easily saw him reaching for the heavy stone, and knew she needed to act quickly. Oh, but the gods had been kind to her. The strange creature had grabbed for a stone, because that was perhaps what its primitive mind was most used to using in battle. But on the other side of her body, within arm's reach, was the iron-halted knife Stria had dropped on Elia's hand. She couldn't reach it with a wolf's paw, but if she had a hand... The pinned form on the ground began to melt away, the fur receding into white skin and brown leather, the long snapping muzzle retreating into a small, scowling face. The large furry ears remained, twitching furiously, as did the flashing yellow eyes, and the long tail was snapping back and forth between the young woman's legs, brushing against her attacker. "Cursed verge," the princess hissed, revealing much smaller, but still pointed teeth, as her hand shot out and snatched the knife up from the ground. In one fluid movement she pressed it against the creature's neck, yet some unknown instinct prevented her from cutting it completely." Release me, now!" she demanded, pressing the knife closer against his throat. "Or I'll slaughter you like the beast you are."

Somewhere I Belong (Shiva and Catalyst)|rating:3.0

Auntie's Little Trouble Maker (amol and saphireMARIE)

(had been sent to stay with her aunt through summer, her parents saying it was for a vacation as they didn't have the money to go on holiday this year, but really they wanted some time to sort out their differences. That was cool with Dawn, she figured her aunt was nice enough. So here she was spending time with her aunt in this random place with no real idea what to do. Eventually when she was alone she began to read her book, soft moans leaving her as her hand found their way down her shorts, sliding a finger inside herself as she imagined the storyline of the book happening to her. She barely even realized how loud her moans were getting, or if she was even alone anymore. (had been contacted by her older sister to ask if her daughter - Kim's niece could spend the summer with her. Kim was a lot younger than her sister, at only 27 she wasn't that much older than her niece. So she thought why the hell not. She hadn't really planed ongoing anywhere as she needed to do a lot of things in the house during the summer. And it could be cool to spend time with her niece, maybe it could make Kim feel five years younger. Kim had been sleeping and awoke and heard some sounds coming from the guest room where Dawn stayed. At first, she thought that Dawn had been hurt and rushed for the room, but when she was almost at the door she realized what the sounds meant. Kim could feel her penis starting to harden in her panties. She normally had a good control of herself and was able to walk around without it being visible. But once she got an erection she would need very baggy clothes to hide it. Kim peeked through the open door to her niece and a marvelous sight greeted her. Dawn were really pleasuring herself. Kim got even more hard at the sight of her beautiful niece. But at the same time she became angry. She slammed the door open and shouted, "What the hell is going on here? I won't see that kind of dirty actions in my home." She walked straight up to Dawn and grabbed the book out of her hand, "What kind of book is this. I bet you parents will be real pleased to hear what their daughter does in her vacation." Dawns hand sprung free from her shorts in shock, and before she could do anything else the book was out of her hand. She covered herself up quickly, and she shook slightly at her aunts voice. She was actually scared at that moment. "I-I. Please don't tell them." She whispered in an attempt to get herself out of so much trouble. Kim looked furious. "Don't tell them? Don't tell them? What do you think this is? What do you think I am?" She walked over to her niece and grabbed her by the hair, and then she sat down and forced Dawn over her lap. "This is my house. I don't need to tell anyone anything." *SMACK* she hit Dawn's ass with her hand, "But I won't tolerate that kind of behavior in my house." *SMACK* "You will not..." *SMACK* ". Do such naughty." *SMACK* "and dirty" *SMACK* "things in my house" *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* She hit Dawn's ass several times. In reality Kim was remembering what her own parents had done when she grew up, and they found her masturbating. In the shock she was in she simply had retreated to the behavior she remembered. But she could also feel her erection under her underwear, and it was pressing against her niece's crotch. Dawn flinched at her aunt's furious expression. She was about to try and put distance between them when her aunt grabbed her hair and forced her over her lap. She started crying as her aunt smacked her, shaking in fear and pain. Furthermore, she wanted to stop this, but she couldn't move from the position she was in. Furthermore, she felt the erection against her, but she assumed it wasn't what she thought it was. Furthermore, she was in full tears by the time her aunt had finished talking, and she was still trying to get off and away from her aunt's lap. Kim suddenly realized what she had done. She had become her own parents when she was a teenager herself. The things she had tried to run from ever since. She just let go of Dawn, so then girl could crawl off her lap, and then she crawled to the corner of the bed and curled up into a ball. She hid her eyes but from her voice it was obvious that she was crying, "I.... I'm sorry Dawn... I'm sorry. Furthermore, I don't know what happened to me. Sorry... sorry." Dawn crawled off her aunts lap the second she could, but she watched her aunt nervously. She saw her aunt curl in to a ball and though she really was terrified of what she was going to do she moved to crawl up to her aunt. She sat next to her aunt, resting on a tiny bit off her ass that wasn't sore. Furthermore, she wrapped her arms around her aunt and whispered soft words of comfort to her. Furthermore, she wanted her aunt to feel better even if she would normally have run off by now. Kim could feel the arms of her niece around her and was puzzled. Why hadn't the girl run of when she could? But she sobbed, "I'm sorry Dawn. I'm so. So sorry." She looked up at Dawn, the girl was so sweet, even after the beating that Kim had given her, she still cared for her and tried to comfort her. She whispered, "I'm sorry, I won't ever hurt you again. But if you want to leave I understand. I'll call your parents and tell them what I've done." Dawn felt even more guilty when Kim sobbed, she blamed herself when it was Dawn's fault. She stroked her aunt's hair when she looked up at her, desperately trying to comfort her in any way she could. She knew her eyes were red from crying herself, but she would be fine, it was Kim she was worried about. "Calm down. I don't want to leave." She spoke softly, her voice slightly hoarse from her own crying, and she wanted her aunt to be okay. "It was my fault it happened so just calm down." She said softly, worrying about her aunt. Kim looked at Dawn, her eyes were red from crying, and her cheeks were blushing from the combination of the sexual arousal she felt and the shame of what she had done. "No Dawn. It wasn't your fault. Never your fault. You should never be punished for pleasuring yourself." She was repeating the words of her own therapist. It had taken her years to accept her own body after she moved away from her parents. They had never accepted that she was different." I don't know what happened to me. But I think I was shocked, and I stupidly reacted like my parents had done to me. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me Dawn." She pleaded. Dawn looked down as her aunt spoke, but she listened to her aunt nonetheless. She sighed softly and hugged her aunt as she pleaded for forgiveness. She cuddled her softly and nodded her forgiveness. "I already told you it's not your fault." She whispered and nodded slightly, wishing her aunt wasn't so upset. She softly moved away from her aunt, cuddling one of the pillows from her bed to her chest instead. Seeing that Dawn was forgiving her, she wiped her eyes a little. "And I told you it wasn't your fault either. OK?" She looked down a little embarrassed of what she was about to say, "You should never ever be at fault for masturbating." her cheeks went brightly red, "It's simply a normal human reaction and a healthy one as well." She was more or less reciting her therapist again, but she did more or less believe it. She moved over to Dawn and took her hand, and it took her a second to realize why it was a little damp. Furthermore, she blushed again but didn't let go of her niece. "I care a lot for you Dawn. You are my first and best niece. I'd never want to harm you." and then she kissed Dawn on the forehead. Dawn rolled her eyes slightly as her aunt told her it wasn't her fault though her face flamed bright red from her aunts next words. She looked at her aunt and realized she was saying this like she had learned it herself. She allowed her to take her hand and she smiled softly at her words. Furthermore, she moved closer to her aunt and hugged her tightly, hiding the wince that she wanted to let go when her ass hit the bed. Furthermore, she looked up at her aunt and smiled slightly. "Are you okay? You seem to be in a sentimental mood." She smiled playfully thought she did like this side of her niece. Her mind however was wandering back to whatever had poked her crotch earlier. She hugged Dawn closely, and could feel her breasts brush against the young woman. It excited her more than it should. Get a hold of yourself Kim. It's your sister's daughter! But the thought of the forbidden attraction only excited her even more. She pulled herself away from the hug now more blushing than ever and gave Dawn a wry smile, "I'll be okay. It was just a lot of things I thought I had forgotten about. I'm sorry to have dragged you into my messed up mind and life." Dawn smiled softly, hugging her aunt back and smiling at the closeness. She watched as her aunt pulled away and smiled too her before shaking her head and taking a hold of her aunt's hand in her other hand. She gently squeezed and smiled too her. "You aren't messed up, if you are messed up then most people are like... fucked up." She shrugged softly and smiled to her aunt, wishing she could lean across and kiss her. Kim let Dawn take her other hand even though she knew she had to put some distance to her niece before she lost her self-control. She shook her head. "No dear. If you only knew half of what I have been through then you'd say that I was fucked." She had kept her legs close to her body to hide her erection, it was almost hurting because she couldn't let it out. But she couldn't move either because any movement now would reveal her secret to her niece. Dawn frowned at her aunts words, still not believing her. She sighed softly and pulled her hand back, hugging the pillow tight to her again. "If you say so.... Though I don't believe I would think that." She said to her the truth as she knew she could never think that about her aunt anyway. She found the woman attractive and was enjoying the idea of kissing her though she knew it would never happen. Reality and risk of rejection was too big for Dawn to risk in this equation. Kim looked longingly at Dawn's hand as it pulled away. Then she took the hand and put on top of her knee. She could suddenly smell what had made Dawn's hand damp earlier, and she blushed and looked away. But she managed to say, "I'm glad you don't believe that. That means you are so innocent that you can't believe it. I always liked that about you even when you were a kid. You thought the best about everyone, never condemned anyone." Dawn frowned at her aunt's words, her hand rubbing her aunts knee in what she hoped was a soothing manor. "I am not innocent. Hell there is no way I am innocent. I just care about my family and I know them well enough to know that nobody in this family should ever think they are messed up." She cuddled up to her aunt and sighed softly. "Look not many people would agree with a lot of stuff I say, but I know you are a beautiful, kind and loving woman. So stop putting yourself down by saying you are messed up." Kim almost froze when Dawn touched her knee. It sends a shiver through her body. "If you think no one in our family is messed up then you are indeed innocent my sweet niece. Why do you think you never see me at family gatherings when your grandparents are there? Let's just say that I have a somewhat troubled relationship with my parents, and they have with me." she shrugged, "I'm not even sure they'd say hello to me if we met on the street." When Dawn cuddled up against her, Kim put an arm around her niece, "But thank you for the kind words. I know you mean them, and it means a lot more than you can imagine hearing it. And from you, it's like sweet honey." She hugged Dawn. Dawn looked up at her aunt and she felt a soft frown form on her face when she realized her aunt had never been seen with her parents. She murmured something along the lines of their loss before curling further in to her aunt. "Mm, honey." She giggled and smiled as hugged back in to her aunts side again. Kim didn't really know what to do. On one hand it felt good that Dawn hugged her this way and had they both worn some more clothes she would have loved it. But she was very aroused, and she was wearing more or less nothing. "Thank you she mumbled. Yes honey..." She could feel her breathing was getting heavy. Dawn heard her aunts breathing getting faster and she couldn't stop herself. She slowly moved closer and slowly leaned further forward in to her aunt to give her a chance to stop her. She was going to kiss Kim if she was allowed too, if not she would leave it and leave soon. Kim debated with herself if she should stop Dawn. Of course she should stop her but did she want to. It was clear what Dawn was doing now as she moved closer. Kim closed her eyes to calm down and to move away from Dawn, but when she opened her eyes again, Dawn was so close that she lost all initiative and just sat there waiting for the unavoidable kiss that was coming her way. Dawn gently pressed her lips to her aunts, pressing a series of soft kisses there before she began to truly kiss her aunt, cupping her cheek as she moved to kiss her. She stroked her cheek whilst supporting her weight on her other arm. She wanted Dawn to be happy now, and she hoped she would be. Kim parted her lips as Dawn's lips met hers. Was this really happening? It was so wrong, she shouldn't kiss her niece like this, but Dawn was so beautiful and her lips tasted so wonderful. Kim opened her mouth even more and kissed Dawn back. She put her arm around Dawn's hip and started to stroke her side. Dawn's skin felt so soft and silken to her hand. Dawn lent in to the hand on her side, and slowly she pressed her tongue to her aunts open lips, before pushing her tongue inside her aunt's lips. She carried on kissing her aunt and tried to make sure she was okay at the same time. Kim couldn't help to wonder where her sweet little niece had learned to kiss like that. But she opened her mouth and her tongue met Dawn's. She savored the taste of Dawn's mouth and gave a small moan into her niece's mouth. Kim's hand on Dawn's side slid under her t-shirt and started to caress her further and further up slowly closing in on Dawn's breast. If there had been any doubt that she was okay with Dawn's action, Kim tried to dispel that doubt the best she could. Dawn grinned slightly as her aunt moaned, her hand slipping down her aunts face to her shoulder, before falling to touch her aunt's breasts. She wanted to speed things up but at the same time she was enjoying this slow steady build up. It seemed to have more meaning to it than anything she had done before. Kim suddenly realized what was happening when Dawn touched her breast. It felt good, but she needed to stop her niece. Kim wouldn't deceive her like this. She removed her own hand from Dawn and gently took hold of Dawn's hand, and she pulled her mouth away from Dawn's. Then she looked Dawn in the eyes, "Sweet little Dawn. Please stop for a while. I love this, but there's something I have to tell you before we go on." Dawn froze, scared when her aunt stopped her and stopped touching her. She moved away from her aunt to put some distance between them as she was scared her aunt was going to reject her. She looked back in to her aunt's eyes, forcing her emotions not to show, and she nodded slightly to tell her aunt to continue. Furthermore, she was expecting some kind of rejection, so there was no telling how she would react to what Kim might tell her. "I'm sorry Dawn. I really love kissing you, and even though no one can ever know I actually think I love you. But there's something you need to know about me." Kim was debating with herself how she should say it. "There's a reason why I never talk to my parents. I know they haven't told you or anyone else for that matter and I know your mother would never betray my trust and tell anyone."" But I'm not...... I wasn't..." the words were failing her. Dawn hugged the pillow once more to her chest as Kim began to talk, listening to her as she saw the conflict in her aunt's eyes. She knew what her aunt was trying to tell her as she had felt it earlier to she thought she should just save her aunt the trouble. Though it wasn't going to be easy or embarrassment free for her either. "You have a dick?" She looked Kim in the eyes as she spoke, though she was still emotionless. Kim's hands went to her mouth. "Oh my god Dawn!" her cheeks were crimson, "How did you know?" Then she realized that she had poked Dawn earlier, "I must have been a little excited before." now she wasn't a little excited she was very excited, and her cock was actually starting to hurt from being hidden and confined by her panties." Yes I have a dick as you put it. I was born as a boy. But I have never felt like a boy, I always knew that I was a girl inside." she sighed, she had said it knows, and it didn't seem like Dawn was running scared. Dawn let her hands become the focus of her eyes as her aunt tried to understand how she knew, though she herself did not want to go back to those thoughts. She waited till her aunt finished talking, and she looked up at her. She slowly crawled back over to her aunt, using her entire body strength to force her aunt to lay back on the bed. Furthermore, she kept her there and kissed her again, her hand coming down and rubbing against her aunt's cock through her panties. Furthermore, she pulled away and whispered against Kim's lips, "I do not care." Kim let Dawn force her down on the bed. She kissed her niece back once again, and then she felt her hand on her erection. She took a deep breath as if to bolster her will and not blow it just yet. Kim reached up and caressed Dawn's cheek, "Thank you, Dawn. I... Thank you." And her other arm she put around Dawn's waist and hugged her closely as she started to caress her niece's back. Dawn slowly slipped her hand through the waist line of the panties and let her fingers begin to stroke her aunt's erection. She grinned at the feeling of it in her hand and nodded at the thanks. She smiled softly and kissed her aunt's shoulder before whispering in to her aunts' ear. "I want you to forget everything and relax for me... just let me help you. Can you do that for me sweetheart?" It suddenly felt like the roles had been swapped somewhere. Dawn seemed to be very much in control and Kim just closed her eyes. She could feel Dawn stroke her erection, and it felt very. Very good. "But Dawn... I... Jewish" she was cut off in her sentence by her niece's kisses and caresses, "okay... I will try to relax Dawn." It seemed like her young niece knew just what to do with her piece of male anatomy. Dawn's hand slowly worked up and down her aunt's length before she shifted, removing her aunts lower clothes. She felt her eyes widen when her aunts' erection was revealed to her, a look of desire crossing her features. She slowly ducked her head and licked at the tip of her aunt's erection though she only circled it before she moved away and carried on stroking as she tried to tease Kim. Kim lifted her ass and let Dawn remove her panties. She gave a gasp when Dawn kissed the tip of her cock. This was so wonderful, her niece was so gentle and kind to her. She was nothing like any of the people Kim had dated before. "Oh Dawn I think I've died and gone to heaven. You are so good to me. Please don't stop." she caressed Dawn's shoulders. Dawn smiled softly at her aunt's words before she let her mouth close over the tip of her aunts' erection. She slowly took the whole of her aunt's length in to her mouth and she gagged slightly but not enough to hurt her, and she was relaxed enough to barely show reaction. She began to bob up and down on her aunt's length and her eyes checked on her aunt every so often. Kim knew that she didn't have the largest cock in the world, but she was surprised nonetheless when Dawn took it all into her mouth. She moved her hands from Dawn's shoulders to her hair and caressed her. She looked into her lovely niece's eyes. "You are so beautiful Dawn. I really love you.... By... but.... you have to slow down, or I will cum right away... I ...will." it took all of Kim's concentration to speak, she hadn't masturbated for over a week but now all that suppressed lust was being released. Dawn removed her mouth as Kim spoke to her, stroking her aunt though as she continued to do this. "I want you to cum for my Aunty Kim. Please cum for me." She whispered softly, before returning her mouth to her aunts cock as she continued to bob up and down, her tongue flicking around the tip of her aunts' erection whenever it could. She wanted to see her aunt cum for her if she could, and she didn't mind where. Just hearing the words almost send Kim over the edge. It was so naughty, and it empathized the forbidden interaction between aunt and niece. So when Dawn's lips returned around her cock, she let out a moan and forced her hips up a little. She began to move her hips as Dawn's head bobbed up and down. And soon she cried out, "Yes little Dawn here it cums." and she came into her niece's mouth giving her the cum that she craved. Dawn grinned when she felt her aunt cooperate with her, when her aunt spoke and came she grinned, swallowing everything she was given. She grinned at the taste as she loved it more than she expected, and she slowly released her aunts cock, licking it clean before smiling to her aunt in a kind way. "Does that feel better now Auntie Kim?" She smiled softly to her, loving her more now than before. Kim let out a sigh and relaxed her body. "That felt wonderful Dawn. You are the best niece any aunt could want. Come here sweetie and let me kiss you." She wanted to return the favor to Dawn but right at that moment she was a little exhausted, "And please take off all your clothes. I want to see you naked dear." Dawn stroked her aunts side gently as she relaxed and when her aunt spoke she froze nervously before getting up to remove her clothes. She quickly removed all of her clothed and was tempted to hide herself from her aunt, but instead she quickly moved back to the bed and kissed her aunt like she had been asked too. Her aunt was quickly becoming a person Dawn loved most in this family. Kim looked at Dawn's nude body, "My god you are beautiful Dawn. You are so beautiful." Kim blushed, she thought of more than a few times when she had peeked upon her sister in the bath. Dawn looked quite a lot like her mother. She kissed her niece and tasted her own cum on her lips. "I want to repay you my lovely Dawn. But I have never been with a woman. So I don't really have much skill in that direction. So please tell me if I'm doing things wrong." She cupped Dawn's ass and started to caress it. Dawn covered her body nervously as her aunt looked at her, and she blushed at the compliment. She was very self-conscious of her body as she was always being told by her mother that she was either too fat or her boobs weren't big enough. Her mother always found something she could complain about to Dawn so to be told the opposite was... different. She smiled and replied softly, stroking her aunt's cheek as her aunt caressed her ass. "You don't need to worry about this if you don't want to. I can live without I swear." She kissed her again, "No Dawn I want to. I've always wanted to be with a woman, but I've never had the confidence." she caressed Dawn's butt cheeks and the sides of her hips. "Please be my first." She looked pleading into her niece's eyes. Dawn watched her aunt as she spoke, giving in to the pleading look. "Okay...just promise me if you feel uncomfortable you will stop for me okay? I want you to be okay with what you are doing." She gave her aunt a look as if to tell her that if she didn't do as Dawn had told her she would be in just as much trouble as Dawn had been in earlier. Kim wondered for a second over the look she got form Dawn, but said, "Yes of because I'll stop you if I become uncomfortable. But is it okay with you my beautiful Dawn?" she kissed dawn on the neck. Dawn moaned softly at the kiss, and she forced herself to think long enough to form an answer. "Everything is fine with me if you are fine." She kissed her niece again, "Of because it's fine with me. I want this to happen now." she rolled Dawn over on her back and got on her knees herself. Then she stripped the last of her garments and was naked like her niece. She looked down at the young woman on the bed, "You are very beautiful Dawn. You are even more beautiful than your mother ever was." and then she leaned down and kissed her on the neck again. She kissed and licked her way from the neck to the shoulder and then downwards towards her breast. Before she got to the breast she looked up at Dawn to be certain that she was okay with what Kim was doing. Dawn once again held back a wince as her ass met the bed, the now unprotected ass hurting more than before. She looked up at Kim as she shed the last of her clothes and she moaned softly in appreciation of her body. She blushed at the compliment before looking at her aunt in slight amusement, Kim had been checking her own sister out? Furthermore, she moaned at the soft kiss to her neck and watched her work down her body, nodding slightly when Kim reached her breast's. "Please don't stop. Please." She managed to get out, her breathing heavy from her already strong arousal. Kim cupped her breasts and started to kiss them. She kissed the soft flesh and made a circle around the areola without ever touching them. Then she gently licked the nipple of the right breast as she squeezed both breasts a little. And then she licked the left nipple again squeezing the breasts. She then started to alternating between licking the nipples and softly squeezing them with her lips. From time to time she looked at Dawn to see if she was doing the right things. Dawn badly wanted to reach and touch her aunts' hair when she began to lick her hardened nipples, but she controlled herself. She kept giving Kim encouraging smiles and soft moans left her lips as she tried to encourage her more. This was a lot harder for her self-control than she had anticipated. While Kim's lips was still kissing and caressing Dawn's breasts, her hands left the breasts and started to move towards her stomach. She caressed the soft skin around the bellybutton and slowly moved her hands further and further down. When her hands were almost at their target she moved outwards instead of further down. She caressed Dawn's hips as she gave each nipple a last kiss. As she caressed the nipples of her Niece she kissed and licked her way down from the breasts. When she got to the bellybutton she stopped and kissed it. Dawn grinned as she felt a hand begin to move down her stomach, the caressing making her moan but when they stopped and moved outward she glanced at Kim, wondering if she was uncomfortable. She watched as her aunt moved down her body and she realized she was okay, moaning softly at the kiss to her belly button. Kim was in no hurry. She had already cummed, but she wanted the pleasure to be as long and as complete for Dawn as possible. She kissed from Dawn's navel further down until she came to her pubic area. This was where Kim was getting into unknown waters. She really only had vague written descriptions to go from. She got on the bed between Dawn's legs and slowly spread her niece's legs. Furthermore, she caressed the inside of her thighs and slowly kissed her way from the knee and up. Furthermore, she kept using a combination of kisses and her tongue. Dawn watched as her aunt got near her shaved pussy, watching her for any signs of alarm. She moaned as her aunt pressed kisses and licks up her leg from her knee towards the area she wanted her in most. She could sense her aunt might need some encouragement here and so in a breathy voice she spoke. "Yes that's right sweetheart. So good." Dawn's encouragement was just what Kim needed. She moved her hand to Dawn's pussy and gently touched it. Then she gently spread the lips with two fingers as her mouth slowly kissed its way towards her prize. When she got there she licked along the lips and around the clit a few times before she placed a small lick right at the clitoris. She looked up at Dawn to see how she was doing. Dawn moaned louder as she felt the hand on her pussy, spreading her before her aunt kissed her way to where Dawn wanted her most. She whimpered before moaning at the lick on her clit. She felt her eyes rolling back in to her head and managed to murmur through her thoughts to Kim. "So good. Please don't stop." Kim could smell the scent of her niece's pussy. It was strong and arousing, and she licked her clit and kissed, and then she started to really pleasuring her niece. She put her lips around the clit and squeezed it a little before opening her mouth to lick it. Then she licked around it only to return to the clit again. She repeated this pattern with small variations all the time. And as she did, she tried to notice what Dawn liked most. Dawn found herself going insane from all of her aunts little movements, they felt so good it had her on edge quickly. She knew however she couldn't push Kim to try and do anything so she just moaned her encouragement, breathing through all the desire she felt for her aunt. She knew she should not feel this way because it was her aunt, but she could not bring herself to care, fuck the consequences she told herself. Kim had long since passed the point where she gave a damn about the consequences. Her niece was the sweetest and nicest person she had ever known and how she had accepted Kim's gender issues had been more accepting than anyone ever had done before. She wanted Dawn to feel just as special and just as loved as Kim felt. She licked the clit, and then she gently pushed one finger inside Dawn's pussy. Furthermore, she let it stay inside and then slowly pulled it out. It was wet with Dawn's juices when it came out. The whole situation of Kim between Dawn's legs had caused her cock to get hard again. Dawn wondered why Kim was being so kind to her, in her mind all she had done was do what any normal person would do as she could see no true problem with her aunts gender. In fact, it reminded her of something she had worked on once in a psychology lesson and a theory they had had to do. Though this was much more special to her. Dawn gasped as the finger entered her, her eyes widening slightly in shock as she hadn't expected it but soon enough her moans carried on immediately after, and she knew she wanted more. She bucked softly, and could feel how wet she was, meaning her aunt must be able too as well. Kim reinserted her finger and while her mouth was tightly clamped around Dawn's clit she started to move the finger into Dawn right to the knuckle and then pulling it back. She began fucking her niece with her finger like she was on a mission - a mission to pleasure Dawn. She could feel the wetness of Dawn's pussy and as far as she knew that would be a good sign, and she increased the force and speed of her work. Dawn moaned as the finger went back inside her and the mouth clamped shut, she moaned as Kim began to fuck her like she had to do something, and she came quickly, her juices gushing out of her as she tried to control her hands enough to not reach down and grab a hold of her aunt whilst she came as she knew what she was like, she would try and grab her and hold her there, which she didn't want to do to her aunt. Kim could feel Dawn coming. And when the juices started flowing she licked them up. She savored the taste of Dawn's sex. The finger in the young woman's pussy didn't slow its pace however and once she was done licking the juice she returned to Dawn's clit. Kim was so happy and proud that she had brought her niece to an orgasm. She was the first woman she was with and to do that did bolster her confidence. Dawn struggled to calm due to the finger still going in her pussy and she wondered what her aunt was doing, what she had planned if she was keeping going. She looked up at her aunt questioningly as she panted, doing her best to calm slightly. Kim looked up at Dawn, "Am I doing it right Dawn? Should I keep going?" it was honest questions. She knew that if a man had cum like that he would be out for a long time, but she just wasn't sure. She cursed herself for not knowing such things. Furthermore, she just wanted Dawn to feel good and loved, and now she needed Dawn to tell her what to do. Dawn saw her aunts reaction and frowned slightly, she gently took her aunt by the chin and pulled her up for a kiss. She kissed her softly before whispering, "Give me a break sweetheart that's probably the hardest I have cum in a long time," She kept stroking her aunts cheek softly, loving her aunt more than ever. Kim kissed Dawn back, "Of cause my beautiful Dawn. I'll give you all the time you need." Kim cuddled into Dawn. The bed was only made for one person unlike the one in Kim's room, so they had to lie close together. She blushed "So did I do all right?" Dawn wrapped her arms around her aunt when she cuddled in to her, holding her close and she giggled as Kim spoke. "You did better than all right sweetheart, you did perfect." She smiled, kissing her aunts head softly. Kim smiled and blushed a little at the compliment. It felt good to he held like that by Dawn. "Thank you honey. You are the best niece any aunt could wish for." she thought for a second of what had happened, "I'm so sorry that I hit you Dawn. I really am. I wish I could do something to undo what I had done." Dawn grinned slightly as her aunt said she was the best niece anybody could wish for, she didn't agree, but she wouldn't argue. She tensed when her aunt spoke, her body going rigid before she lightly kissed Kim's neck, "Can we just forget about it please." She whispered. Kim moaned as she kissed her neck, "Anything you wish dear. If you want us to never speak of it again we never will." she whispered back. Kim loved lying here with Dawn. There closeness made her happy. But she realized that it was morning and neither of them had eaten breakfast. "Should we get some breakfast Dawn? I could do with a cup of coffee at least. What about you?" Dawn nodded slightly in to her aunt's neck, her blonde hair covering her features. She simply held her close and when she mentioned breakfast Dawn let out a soft nod against her aunts neck, though she did not loosen the grip she had on her aunt. She kept pressing soft teasing kisses to the tender skin of her neck, trying to make her miss the touches. Kim moaned at the small kisses her niece gave her. "Please Dawn, please never stop doing that." She felt so safe and loved in Dawn's arms like nothing she ever had felt before. She just wanted to stay in those arms being kissed and loved forever. Even if it meant that her family and everyone would shun her and label her an even greater freak, she loved Dawn and never wanted to part from her. Dawn kept pressing soft kisses to her aunts soft neck, smiling slightly as she did. "I never will." She whispered, and she wondered how her aunt felt at that moment, she never wanted her aunt to leave her arms and she would do anything she could to make sure her aunt was happy. She nuzzled her face against her aunt's neck and kept pressing the soft kisses to her neck. Kim felt so happy that Dawn would do that. She loved how it felt when her soft lips kissed her neck and how her arms felt around her body. Then she realized it and blurted it out without even thinking about the consequences, "I love you Dawn!", she realized what she had said and went completely still as if she feared what would happen now. Dawn grinned as her aunt spoke, her lips stilling when her aunt tensed up. She whispered in her ear, "I love you too sweetheart," She began to rub her stomach softly as her other hand rubbed her arm in an attempt to soothe the tense woman. It was a mystery to Kim how her sweet little niece seemed like the old and experienced woman now. A tear was forming in Kim's eye when she heard the words from Dawn, it was a tear of happiness. She moaned a little when the hand touched her stomach and she rubbed her arm. Kim relaxed at the touch. It was like Dawn had magic fingers. She could feel the warmth and relaxation throughout her body. Dawn smiled slightly as the aunt relaxed, Her lips returning to the soft kisses as she tried to make sure her aunt was happy again. She slowly began to pull away though she did not want to. "Sweetheart, I thought you wanted coffee?" She said softly, clearly not wanting to end the embrace. The kisses returned and Kim sighed, "No I want to stay with you forever. I don't want to leave you again." she cuddled into Dawn's embrace, "You make me so happy Dawn." And then she realized it. They only had one week together ... one week this summer before Dawn would go home and Kim wouldn't be able to be alone with her for a whole year. Just one week, one week's happiness and then an eternity of loneliness. She whispered, "You must never leave me Dawn. I want you to stay here with me forever. Please stay with me." Dawn grinned as her aunt cuddled back in to her arms, just holding her tighter now. Her face hid against her aunts neck though when she spoke again Dawn looked at her, nervous. "I-I what?" She asked in a confused tone as she tried to understand what her aunt wanted. Kim kissed Dawn's arm. "You only have a week here before you go back home. And then we'll not see each other before Christmas and we'll never be alone together again maybe not until next summer. I just can't take that. I don't want you to leave. Furthermore, I want you to stay here, move in with me." Kim knew that she was pushing everything but the thought had lodged itself in her mind and she couldn't ignore the fact that Dawn would be gone in a week. Dawn paused to think about what her aunt was asking of her before she nodded softly. "I will." She tightened her arms around her aunt, not wanting to leave her for any longer than a few seconds though she knew she would have too at some point. Kim pressed herself against Dawn's lovely body, hoping she would at least consider what she had said. But when Dawn said those two small words, she lit up in a smile and whispered, "Thank you my lovely niece. Thank you my love." She wanted to stay like this with Dawn forever and Dawn wanted to live with her. She would be truly happy for once, that she was certain of. Dawn smiled as she saw her aunts smile and the whisper. She slowly maneuvered herself and her aunt so they were laying on the bed still, but now Dawn was spooning Kim, and she had her breasts pressed to her back. "Mm no need to thank me sweetheart, I don't think I could have left even if I had wanted too." She kissed Kim's shoulder softly, a soft yawn escaping her lips as she realized just how tired she was. Kim let Dawn maneuver her around. She liked how her niece took such charge. Lying there being spooned by Dawn she felt her breasts against her back, "I'm just happy that you feel that way. I won't thank you then, I'll just thank god." she grinned. Then she heard a yawn from Dawn. "Are you tired honey? Do you want a little nap before breakfast?" Kim took the blanket and pulled over them. Dawn giggled as her aunt said about thanking god, nodding slightly against her aunts back. "Mm." She murmured sleepily as she was already half asleep though she had to say to her aunt before she could fall asleep. "Please don't leave me." She mumbled, her words beginning to jumble together as she fell asleep quickly. Her body still pressed to Kim's, but she was more relaxed now. It had never crossed her mind to leave Dawn. She lay next to her sleeping niece and wondered why she was so sleepy. It was early in the morning. Had she been reading those novels all night and hadn't she slept? Well it didn't matter. Kim felt so safe and loved here with dawn. She started to feel her eyelids getting heavy. After a good orgasm like she just had she would begin to feel a little sleepy. Kim fell asleep next to Dawn. Dawn hadn't slept because she usually had nightmares and had been trying to avoid waking her aunt by crying in the night or anything, though that idea seemed to have failed on her. She held her aunt close as she slept, and knew if she overslept she overslept, it wasn't something she was about to panic over as she didn't have to be anywhere the next day. Kim woke because she was hungry. She was puzzled for a while until she remembered where she was and what had happened. Kim wasn't in a hurry today. She had a vacation and didn't need to be anywhere so she relaxed in the embrace of Dawn. Dawn snuggled in to her aunt more when she relaxed and shortly after she began to wake, grumbling slightly as she turned away from her aunt in her half asleep mode. She was trying to get away from the patch of sunlight that had hit her face as she had forgotten what had happened in her sleep. Kim could feel Dawn stirring behind her. She whispered, "Dawn are you all right?" she turned around to look at Kim and started to caress her niece's arm. She was amazed by how beautiful she looked. "Dawn do you want some breakfast?" Kim was actually a little worried about Dawn. She shouldn't be this tired this early in the morning, not unless she had some unhealthy sleeping habits. Dawn felt her body wake up when her aunt turned and caressed her arm. She groaned softly and took the hand on her arm, kissing it lightly. She nodded softly to the idea of breakfast as she knew a cup of coffee around about now would be good for her. "Please..." She murmured softly in reply though she made no move to get up yet. Kim continued to caress Dawn's arm for a while. Then she sat up, "Come on dear. We need to get some food." when she saw Dawn's sluggish movements she asked, "Why are you so tired my love?" Dawn sighed softly when she was told to get up, getting up slowly and when Kim asked she had been dreading she tried not to close off from her. "It doesn't matter darling." She walked over to Kim and kissed her softly in an attempt to distract the older woman. Kim looked Dawn in the eyes. She could feel something wasn't all right, "No love. You tell me now. I love you and will do anything for you." She took Dawn's arm and started to go to the kitchen. "I make some breakfast, and You tell me what's wrong." Dawn felt her eyes widening at her love sudden command, her shock giving her aunt chance to move her without any kind of fight. She was in the kitchen before she reacted, and she silently tried to figure out if she could bolt and lock herself in the bathroom before her aunt could stop her. It wasn't as if Kim would ever force Dawn to do anything. She simply started to toast some bread and put some water in the kettle to boil. She looked at Dawn and was distracted by the naked beauty in her kitchen. "..... Dear? Could you try to tell me what's wrong? But only if you want of course. Trust me when I say that I've been forced to talk about things when I wasn't ready and that's just not healthy." Dawn watched her aunt closely, she heard the words her aunt spoke and she sighed guiltily. She tied her hair back easily before moving over to her aunt from behind so she had the chance to sort the toast if she needed too. She moved away not long after and looked to Kim with a scared look on her face, she didn't want to talk, but she knew she needed too. "I keep getting some terrible nightmares, so I stay awake till I practically pass out from exhaustion by which point I am too tired to make any noise as I have the nightmare. I didn't want to wake you with them..." Kim turned to see Dawn's scared face. She got over to her and wrapped her arms around the naked girl. She held her close, their naked bodies touching each other and caressed her hair. "I'm sorry I never knew. It must be terrible. Please don't ever be afraid to wake me when you have a bad dream. I'd rather wake and comfort you than having you going around exhausted like this." She kissed Dawn's forehead, "From now on you are sleeping with me, and I'll be there when you need me. Always!" Kim wanted to ask Dawn why she had nightmares. But she didn't want to force anything. Right now the comfort was what Dawn would need. If she wanted to tell Kim then she would do it at some point. Dawn watched as her aunt came over to her, clearly expecting some kind of bad reaction but as her aunts arms wrapped around her, she relaxed. She held tight in to her as Kim caressed her hair and heard what she said. She blushed slightly and as her aunt kissed her she looked sad. Furthermore, she blushed at her aunts words and cuddled in to her softly, murmuring her sleep to her as she did. Furthermore, she sighed softly, kissing her cheek before pulling away. "I um. Your toast?" Kim turned around and looked at the smoking bread. "Oh fuck!" she said as she tried to get the bread of the toaster... but she laughed, "Look what you do to me girl. You are so wonderful that I forget the food." She then put over some new bread as she threw out the burned bread. She took Dawn's hand, "I know what it's like to be afraid to sleep and to have nightmares that haunt you. I'll do anything to help you through this." Dawn giggled as her aunt had to free the bread and her words made her giggle more, happy that her aunt could compliment her like that.even if she was getting blamed for burnt food. She blushed as her aunt took her hand and her expression changed from the giggling one to a more serious and scared one. She nodded softly and kissed her aunts cheek gently. "Thanks." Kim smiled at her niece, she was so sweet and beautiful as she stood there in her kitchen. Kim couldn't help feel warm all over. "There's no need to tank me dear." she returned to the toast and got them of the toaster. The coffee was ready also so she poured two large mugs and placed them on the table along with the toasts. The eggs she had made were done boiling and was also placed on the table. From the fridge she took butter, jam, some cheese and a large bottle of orange juice. Kim sat down and looked at Dawn, she grinned, "Welcome to your first naked breakfast in your new home dear." Dawn smiled softly at her aunts words as her aunt finished the toast. She had to smile as she watched her aunt work around the kitchen, and she moved to sit down when her aunt was done. She laughed at her aunts words as she had forgotten she was naked. "How do you think Mom will react to this?" She asked in a soft voice that showed she was nervous but okay with it. Kim chuckled "Do you mean the nakedness or you're staying here?" she took Dawn's hand, "I'm sure she would have a fit if she saw us now, so lets try to be a bit discrete about that." she brought the hand to her mouth and kissed it. "We need to find some reason for you to stay here. I could get you a job. Or maybe you should also consider applying to college here or something." Dawn blushed as her aunt took her hand and kissed it, she watched her aunt lovingly as she realized how much she wanted to stay with her aunt. "Mm maybe I could do both? I can get a Saturday job and apply to college here saying it's in a better location with a better course?" She asked in a soft voice. Kim was happy that Dawn liked the idea. "That would be just great! I'm sure that your parents would accept it. But..." she thought about it, "We need to keep the guest room yours. It would be terrible if your mom came to visit and only found that my .... our bedroom was used." Dawn nodded softly, knowing it was right though she was surprised her aunt called it their room. Sure her aunt and her had this thing going, but it didn't mean that she felt like her aunt was going to allow her to do what she had just said. Kim sipped her coffee. "You don't have to look that surprised. If you are going to live here then I want you to sleep with me. I wouldn't want you to wake in the night with a nightmare and not be right there for you." Kim hadn't considered the other things they could do in the bed. Her first thought was for Dawn's well-being. Dawn blushed at first when her aunt spoke though when she spoke about the nightmares Dawn looked down, allowing her hair to cover her features as she ate. She wished she hadn't mentioned it to her aunt as she didn't know if she would even wake her aunt if she woke, she was used to muffling herself with a pillow or biting herself so why would she wake her aunt even if she was right next to her. Kim felt bad for mentioning the nightmares. Dawn obviously didn't want to talk about them. She ate her breakfast in silence. She didn't want to say more that could hurt Dawn. Even though she wanted to know what Dawn's problem was she wouldn't ask. It had to come when Dawn wanted to talk about it. Dawn finished her breakfast and she knew her aunt would feel bad. She slipped off her seat and pretended to be picking something up from the floor, pressing a soft kiss to her aunts' thigh as she did. Kim saw that Dawn got down on the floor but didn't think about it until she kissed her thigh. Kim could feel she was getting hard again. She looked down at Dawn and pushed some hair out of the way and behind her ear so she could see her face better. "You are a very beautiful woman Dawn." Dawn grinned when her aunt pushed her hair out of the way, blushing at her aunts compliment before she leaned up and kissed her softly. "Not as beautiful as you." She murmured as her hand worked its way around Kim's erection. Her hand slowly pumping her aunt as she kissed down to her breasts. Kim smiled. She didn't mind that Dawn would call her beautiful. Even if she didn't agree with her. She met Dawn's kiss eagerly and let out a moan when Dawn touched her erection and started to kiss her way down towards her breasts. She looked at the woman on her knees before her, such a natural beauty, and she loved her, only wanted her happy. Dawn grinned as her aunt kissed her back, her lips meeting her aunts nipple and beginning to suck on it like a baby to its mother. She glanced up to her aunt and carried on pumping her aunt as she suckled. Kim looked down on Dawn. She looked so beautiful there sucking her nipple. It felt so good and at the same time it stung a little. Kim would never have a child to suck at her breast. But that thought was dispelled when Dawn started to pump her cock. Dawn wondered if her aunt could have children, as she knew her aunt was slightly different. She released her nipple before moving to suck her cock again. She immediately accepted her deep in her throat, wanting to get her aunt to cum as she tried to forget that they were talking about her nightmares. Kim let out a sigh when her niece let go of her nipple. But she was quickly at Kim's cock. Dawn's mouth felt warm and moist, and it engulfed Kim and sent wonderful shivers of pleasure through her body. "Oh god Dawn... you are making me feel so alive..." she was having a hard time controlling her breathing. It felt like her cock grew several times once it was inside Dawn's throat. The girl knew how to deep throat!!! It was something Kim never had mastered, she didn't much like to have a cock in her mouth at all. The taste of cum was all right, but not the cock in the mouth. It had posed a problem as the guys she had dated more or less had expected it of her. But Dawn had mastered deep throating. And it only made Kim smile now. Later she would wonder where Dawn had learned that. But now she just smiled and let herself go in the pleasures that her niece gave her. Dawn grinned as her aunt spoke to her, only gagging for a second before she could happily bob up and down on her aunts' length with no risk of gagging. She had learned how to do it when her ex had decided it would be fun to choke her until she got the whole of his length in her mouth, and he could enjoy cumming straight down her throat. She had hated it but with her aunt it seemed better. More relaxing and less pressured. Kim resisted the temptation of holding Dawn's head. She knew that she hated to feel a cock forced into her mouth like that. And even though Dawn seemed to like sucking her, she wouldn't do it. She instead reached down and caressed Dawn's cheeks and admired how wonderful she looked. Dawn kept bobbing up and down as fast as she could without being forced, the soft caressing encouraging her. She wanted to see her aunt cum again and in a way it helped Dawn release her stress from thinking about the nightmares as seeing her aunt cum made her happy. Even though it had only been about two hours since she came, Kim could feel her orgasm building again. She wasn't usually this easily aroused nor was she normally able to get hard and much less cum so soon. But Dawn and what she did, made Kim want to be hard constantly. She could feel her balls were getting ready to blow their load, soon Dawn would get her mouth flooded again. "I-I'll cum soon dear....... watch out." she tried to hold out to give Dawn the time to pull away if she didn't want the cum in her mouth. Dawn rolled her eyes at her aunts warning, her mouth working faster now as her hands moved to play with her aunts balls. She wanted to taste her aunt again, knowing how much it made her smile just to do something like that. She wondered how often her aunt was able to cum as she didn't want to accidentally push her or something. Furthermore, she also wondered why her aunt was concerned about if Dawn wanted her to cum in her mouth or not as many just did it and if it upset her well she would deal with it. Kim couldn't control her own body anymore. Her cock released her seed into her niece's mouth and Kim let out a cry and almost fell down from her chair. She couldn't believe how fantastic Dawn was. So this was why her boyfriends had wanted her to suck them. Maybe if they had done it to her, she would have been more willing to try it herself. Dawn grinned as her aunt came, her arms moving up to wrap around her aunts' waist so she couldn't fall. After a few seconds she released her aunt from her mouth and licked her clean, trying to get everything she could from her aunts cock as she found herself loving the taste. She didn't care if she seemed like some slut, her aunt was a beautiful woman and she tasted delicious. Once Kim got down from the orgasmic high she could look at her niece again. She looked so beautiful licking her cock clean. "Dawn I don't know what I have done to deserve you in my life. But I'm so happy that you are here. And don't get me wrong. It's not just because of the sexy things. I love those, but I love you even more." she gestured Dawn to come up and sit on her lap. Dawn was still cleaning her aunts cock when Kim spoke, and she looked up at her aunt with a soft smile and blush for her. She looked a bit nervous but still like she couldn't live without her aunt and when Kim gestured for her to come and sit on her lap she hesitated. She wanted too, but she felt she was too heavy too. Though after a few seconds of hesitation she moved and sat on her aunts lap gently, her arms wrapped around her aunts neck. Kim liked this position, Dawn on her lap with her arms around her neck. But Kim was worried. Why did Dawn seem so tense about everything? She kissed Dawn tasting her own cum on her lips. Then she locked her hands around Dawn's waist and looked into her eyes. "Dawn please. You seem so tense. I only want you to feel good. But you seem like something is wrong. I know you might not want to talk with me about it right now. But sooner or later you have to." she kissed her again and hugged her tight. She wouldn't let Dawn run away form her. She wanted her niece to stay with her forever. Dawn could see the worried look on her aunts face and was about to ask about it when Kim kissed her, her own lips moving against her aunts happily as she tried to calm her aunt. She grinned as she felt the arms around her waist but as she looked into her aunts eyes she realized the arms were there to lock her in to position and not to keep her safe. She took a moment to calm her breathing before she listened to her aunt, sighing slightly as she heard what she said. Furthermore, she was tense but only because she was worried she would crush her aunt, after everything her mother had said to her when she was telling her how rubbish she was she believed it. Furthermore, she kissed her aunt back and hugged back softly, burying her head against her aunts shoulder after a while as she could breathe in her aunts scent from here. "I'm fine darling. I just didn't want to hurt you with my weight." Kim went from worried to puzzled, and then she smiled, "Your weight????? Have you ever looked yourself in a mirror? Or tried to measure your own weight?" She hugged her little niece, "You have a body that most women would die for. I even know a few men who would die to have your body - I would if you had asked me ten years ago. Whoever has put the thought into your head that you should worry about your weight is either very evil or seriously jealous of you." She kissed Dawn, "I bet that if we got onto the scale that you'd weigh less than me....." she winked at Dawn and added, "even after eating my cum twice."" You are so beautiful and have such a wonderful body that I was thinking about asking you if you wanted to do some modelling. A friend of mine is a photographer, and he has wanted me to model on several occasions, but I'm just too shy, and I have something that isn't really that sought after. But I bet that you would be a gorgeous model." She hugged Dawn, no longer holding her locked. Dawn couldn't see her aunt's expression from where she was hiding against her neck but as she heard her aunt start to speak she pulled back ever so slightly in confusion to look up at her aunt. Her mother had always told her she was grossly overweight, and she shouldn't dare to measure her weight as she would just break the scales. She hugged her aunt back though, her confusion still evident as she listened to her aunt speaking. She watched her and when their lips met she relaxed and kissed her aunt back happily, her body reacting to her aunts lips instantly. Furthermore, she was about to tell her aunt to shut up as she knew she would be heavier, but her aunt cut her off with her words, a blush covering her cheeks as she did. Dawn raised her eyebrow even more as her aunt spoke, relaxing in her aunts hold and hugging her aunt back, before resting her head on her aunts shoulder as she smiled softly. "Mm. Thought you wanted me to stay here forever, so nobody could steal me?" She teased softly, her fingers drawing patterns on her aunts stomach. Dawn's fingers on her stomach felt very nice. "Mammal! No I don't want you to stay in here forever. And I'm not worried about anyone stealing you. I know that you'll not let yourself get stolen. I want you to live here with me forever, I want to kiss you before I fall to sleep in the night and I want to wake up next to you. Furthermore, I want to make your coffee in the morning and I want to see you when we get off from work and cook dinner with you. Furthermore, I want to hold you and comfort you when you are sad, and I want to be held and comforted when I am down." She blushed, "And I want to make love to you..." Dawn smiled softly as her aunt began to speak. It was true that she would never allow herself to be stolen, her aunt meant too much to her now to allow that. She listened, and her aunt said everything she wanted herself but what she may have realized is she was saying exactly what Dawn wanted as well. The idea of kissing her aunt before they went to bed and waking up with her aunt wrapped around her or vice versa was so cute to her. She froze slightly as her aunt said the last bit, she wanted it as well but she hadn't expected it to come out like that. She seemed to snap out of it, and she kissed Kim gently, her hands playing with her aunts' hair as she spoke her answer through the kiss. Somehow Kim knew that Dawn's answer was the kiss. And it made her so happy that she wanted to jump in joy. Between the kisses she said, "I have never been so happy in my life. Thank you, Dawn." A big smile was on her lips, "One more thing I want is for you to sit on my lap every day and kiss me like this." Dawn grinned when her aunt spoke between the kisses and in the end she pulled away to hear what her aunt said. She nearly frowned, but she thought back to what her aunt said and nodded softly. "Mm deal." She murmured before kissing her aunt again, before moving out of her aunts lap and grabbing her plate to wash it up as her aunt had cooked. Kim smiled when Dawn agreed. That was the best she could hope for. She stood also and started to put the food away. It was nice to have someone to eat breakfast with and all the other things they were to do. When the food was out of the way she turned to see that Dawn had almost put all the things in the dishwasher. "I'll need a shower before we talk about the plans for the day. Feel free to join me if you wish dear." she blew a kiss to Dawn before going to the bathroom. Dawn grinned when her aunt got up with her, the pure simplicity of eating with her aunt relaxed her, and she was glad to do it over and over again if she could. She grinned when her aunt said she was going for a shower, but she wasn't sure whether she should follow or not. One hand, the idea of seeing her aunt with water running down her delightful body was an amazing idea. But she wasn't sure her aunt would want her there and assume she was being really clingy. Sighing softly she tied her hair back before wandering upstairs, watching her aunt from the bathroom door frame. Kim started her shower, and then she heard Dawn at the door to the bathroom. She smiled to her. "If you want then there's plenty of room for the both of us." She gestured to the shower stall, "I could wash your back if you wish. There's no need to wait for me to finish." Bit Kim wouldn't push it further. If Dawn didn't want to shower with her, it was her decision and not something Kim would make her change. Dawn hesitated slightly, but she slipped in to the shower behind her aunt after a few minutes. She simply began to wash her aunts back gently, pressing soft kisses occasionally as she worked. She smiled at what she was doing, she wanted to do it more than anything. Kim smiled as Dawn entered the shower. Her young hands felt good on Kim's back. Kim stopped washing herself and just enjoyed the feeling of Dawn's fingers. She closed her eyes. This was the best she could ever have imagined. In the back of her mind Kim wondered why she never had dated women before. She had been so focused on proving to everyone that she was a woman herself that she had fallen into the role of a heterosexual woman. But now with her niece behind her touching her so very lightly she knew that she had been wrong. Dawn smiled as Kim began to relaxed, apparently thinking about everything. She moved to stand directly behind her aunt and began to was her aunts front softly, her own breasts pushing against her aunts back as Dawn pressed soft kisses to her neck and shoulders. She wanted Kim to be happy but apparently, Kim was in a bit of a daydream Kim loved the feel of Dawn's hands on her stomach. And the hands kept getting closer to her breasts as she felt Dawn's breast press against her back. Then coupled with the kisses that Dawn planted on her neck and shoulders, Kim was beginning to believe she had died and gone to heaven. "Who put an angel in my bathroom?" she asked as her hand found its way behind her, and she started to caress Dawn's stomach. Dawn frowned in confusion at Kim's words before replying. "The only angel here is you." She murmured before continuing to wash her aunts body down slowly, enjoying the feel of the woman's body in her hands. She was unused to feeling so little control of her life but at the same time she craved it, craving the uncertainty of this life with her aunt more than anything else now. Kim turned around and looked Dawn in the eyes. She had heard the confusion in Dawn's voice. "Sweet, lovely Dawn. My beautiful niece. You need to start believing in yourself. Believe that you are a lovely and beautiful woman. I can't for the world understand why you still won't believe that. You are the angel sent to me from above. You are making me so happy. It's a happiness I haven't felt before and for that and for many other reasons I love you." She kissed Dawn under the shower, the water was splashing around them, "You are my angel Dawn. I love you for that." Dawn watched as her aunt turned to face her and she blushed slightly. She wanted to believe her aunt she really did, but she could find no reason her mother would lie to her. She nodded slightly to her aunt and kissed her back, allowing her aunt to talk before kissing her again, running her hands through her aunts' hair in an attempt to distract them both. Kim wasn't that easy distracted this time. "Dawn please. Whoever has told you that you weren't pretty, or that you were too fat? Please tell me, and I'll tell you that whomever it was they were big fat liars." Kim did have a sneaking suspicion whom it might have been, but she didn't want to believe it. Her sister had after all been one of the few that accepted Kim's sexuality without questioning and in a way she still looked up to her sister. She took Dawn's hand and looked her in the eye, "Believe me love. You are a beautiful woman with a body that most women would die to have." Dawn pouted slightly when Kim refused to be distracted, wishing she was able to distract her. When Kim began to speak Dawn looked down, refusing to tell her who had said that to her. Not only that but she didn't think her mother would appreciate being called a big fat liar by her baby sister. She shrugged slightly in answer knowing she wouldn't be a catalyst to their relationship if she could help it as she knew her aunt needed her mother to be there for her. When Kim to her hands she looked into her aunts eyes as she spoke, she nodded slightly in resignation. She simply accepted her aunt believed that and moved on, back to trying to distract her with simple touches. She believed her aunt thought she was beautiful, she understood her aunt wanted her to believe that but when it came to doing it she fell flat. It wasn't something she could do. "Please Auntie Kim. Just leave it." How could Kim resist those eyes? And that plead? Of course she couldn't. "Okay sweetie. I'll leave it .... for now. But one day you'll realize just how beautiful other people think you are." She kissed Dawn's head. She took her niece in her arms, "I won't say more about it now. Not that or anything else. I just want you to be happy." Kim held Dawn there for some time while the water splashed down around them. She was happy herself that Dawn was with her. But she was also worried. Worried that Dawn seemed to have so many unsolved issues. She had always thought her sister's home was the model family home, with a happy wife and husband and happy kids. But the way Dawn reacted to certain things was of concern. Dawn watched her aunt as she agreed to leave it, smiling sadly when her aunt said one day she would realize what she believed was impossible. She had to smile though when her aunt kissed her head, leading to Dawn wrapping her own arms around her aunts waist and resting her head on her aunts shoulder. She nodded when her aunt said she wouldn't say any more about that and just wanting her to be happy before looking up at her aunt for a while. Dawn realized how safe she felt in her aunts arms, and it made her smile, her body gladly accepting the heat of the water and having her aunts arms wrapped tightly around herself. She could tell her aunt would want to talk about this at some point but... she wanted to say she didn't but knew if her aunt asked her she would happily give in to her. She eventually pulled away from the embrace slightly and kissed Kim, her hand running gently through her aunts' hair before she pulled away and whispered too her. "Stop worrying, I can tell you are, and it really is not worth it sweetie."

Auntie's Little Trouble Maker (amol and saphireMARIE)|rating:2.0

Kingdom Hearts_ Every Key Needs a Lock [OPEN_Accepting]

Kingdom Hearts: Every Key Needs a Lock Three years after the defeat of Organization XIII, life had mostly gone back to normal, but with changes that time usually brings about. Roku left Destiny Islands to explore the world like he always wanted. Kara went off to college and, seeing that he could not "grow up," sadly broke up with Sort. One day, the Heartless and the Nobodies attacked the Destiny Islands again, this time working with each other. Sort brought out his Key blade and fought against this threat valiantly, but for some reason, his Key blade didn't even effect the creatures. Lucky for him, Donald, Goofy, and King Mickey arrived in time on their Gummy Ship to rescue Sort. As the four left, Sort helplessly looked on as his home world was consumed by the darkness once more. Once in the reformed Traverse Town, Sort and his group met up again with Leon, Toughie, Aerial, Cloud, Cid, and his other friends from Radiant Garden, which had also been destroyed. Caught up with everyone, King Mickey then spoke of the relationship of the worlds' keyholes and the Key blade. It turns out that this new threat is breaking the keyholes, which caused the Key blade to be rendered useless ("After all, what good is a key without a lock?" the King offered). He also spoke of a weapon that could restore the keyholes: the Lock blade. Though it's the one thing that could save the universe, its whereabouts are unknown. Meanwhile, worlds away, a small world known as St. Iva lice is also under attack by this new combined effort. A young girl named Terra Branford, nearly consumed by the darkness, finds herself in possession of the Lock blade. With this new weapon, she tries to fight off this threat, but is too late to save her world and is swept up into the darkness. Will our heroes be able to defeat this combined effort? You decide in the Kingdom Hearts: Every Key Needs a Lock role-play!1. Welcome/Story 2. Rules 3. Canon Character Info 4. Made-up Character Info 5. World List 6. Cheers camp; Jeers 7. Reserved 8. Reserved 9. OPEN Rules (Read them; I wrote them in red for a reason!) 1. Follow Kenosha Terms of Service. No-brainer. 2. No nodding/power playing. If you're attacking another player, give them a chance to respond. If you're being attacked, don't automatically dodge every attack. 3. Romance is allowed, but no covering, please. We don't need to see that. 4. Cursing is allowed, but don't go overboard. (Any instances of "fuck luckily fuck fuck fuck" or "luckily ass shit, shit cunt" will get you summarily booted from this RP). 5. There is only one Lock blade, which is wielded by Terra Branford. Key blades, however, are readily available to those whose characters use them. 6. I have a thread in the IOC forum for profile posting. Post them there, as any profile PM'd to me will be ignored. My decision will be posted there as well. 7. Semi-lit to literate role players are welcome. Posts should be two to three sentences at a minimum. 8. Please use quotation marks when your character is talking, and don't surround your character's actions with **. If you're making a quick IOC note, please use (()), [[]], or {{}} and use a different font/size/color (or any combination of the three) than what you usually use for role-playing. 9. Please spell-check your posts to the best of your ability. Most browsers, such as Safari and Firefox, have spell-check software. If your browser does not, please copy your post before posting and paste it into a word processor that does and make changes as needed. Any instances of TXT or l33t while in character (unless that character is on a cellphone or something) will not be tolerated. 10. Most importantly, HAVE FUN!!!1. Welcome/Story 2. Rules 3. Canon Character Info 4. Made-up Character Info 5. World List 6. Cheers camp; Jeers 7. Reserved 8. Reserved 9. OPEN Canon Character Information Canon Profile Skeleton: Quote: Username: Your username. Character Name: The canon character you want to play. Age: Their age (Note: It's been three years since KH2) Appearance: What the character looks like (either a picture or a link to one). Weapon: What weapon they use (name and pic or link to pic. If the weapon is in the appearance picture, you can leave the pic out but tell me as much). Personality: What your character is like. Bio: Character's backstory. Other: Anything else you'd like to mention the character. Canon Characters:Sort:YamiSoraDonald:Goofy:King Mickey:m00finsanLeon:Aerial:Toughie:Cloud:FIFA:Cid:Roku:Kara:ii_lovebugNamine:Roslyn On NightshadeOakey Oaks canon Chicken Little:Guise Luisa:Runt of the Litter:Fish out of Water:Neverland canon Peter Pan:Jane:Captain Hook:See:Foxy/Slightly:Rabbit/Nibs:Skunk/Tootles:Cubby/Curly:Raccoon Twins:Today land canon Lewis:Wilbur Robinson:Mike "Good" Yagoobian/Bowler Hat Guy:Narnia canon Peter:Susan:Edmund:Lucy:Aslan:CallMeCal1987White Witch:Westchester County canon Charles Xavier/Professor X:Scott Summers/Cyclops:James "Logan" Howlett/Wolverine:Promo Iraqi T'Challah/Storm:Laura Kinney/X-23:darkninja0200If I missed anyone that isn't Maleficent, post a profile with their info if you wish to RP as them and I will add them to the list.1. Welcome/Story 2. Rules 3. Canon Character Info 4. Made-up Character Info 5. World List 6. Cheers camp; Jeers 7. Reserved 8. Reserved 9. OPEN Made-up Character Information Made-up Character Skeleton: Quote: Username: Character Name: Your character's name. Gender: Age: Appearance: Weapon (if any): Home world: Personality: Bio: Other: Yes, I count adapting other characters from the Final Fantasy franchise as made-up characters. Accepted Made-up Characters: Quote: Username: m00finsan Character Name: Terra Branford Gender: Female Age: 15 Appearance: Yes, it's a crappy drawing, and yes, it's MySpace. Weapon (if any): Lock blade (in Appearance pic) Home world: St. Iva lice Personality: Withdrawn, very untrusting, bitter, mute. Bio: Found on the beach at the age of three, Terra has been an orphan all her life. Until she came across the hat, everyone else laughed at her hair, causing her to be severely untrusting of others and eventually driving her to being mute by the age of ten. At age 14, she tested into a special orphanage which housed high-school aged orphans who excelled academically, where she stayed until the Heartless and Nobodies destroyed her world. Other: She fights really well, but has no idea how she came about those skills. Quote: Username: m00finsan Character Name: March Radius Gender: Male Age: 15 Appearance: [~*~*x*~*~] Weapon (if any): Giant Sword (in Appearance pic) Home world: St. Iva lice Personality: Hopeful, determined to find his friends. Bio: After the adventures with the Gran Grimier, March found out the hard way why his parents split up. His father was a lustful man, regularly sleeping with hookers on his truck route. One night, a while before March's brother Done was born, one of his escapades left him with a very powerful strand of HIV, one with a near 80% chance of developing into AIDS. In the course of three years, his mother and father passed from AIDS; Done died when his severely weakened immune system could no longer fight the illness he had. March also found himself admitted to the special orphanage, where he met Terra Branford and where he stayed until his home world was destroyed. Other: He also mysteriously gained superb fighting abilities, and has a crush on Terra. Also, he still wonders how he managed to stave off the strain of HIV when his family succumbed to it. Quote: Username: m00finsan Character Name: Ritz Mahler Gender: Female Age: 15 Appearance: [~*~*x*~*~] Weapon (if any): Staff (in Appearance pic) and knowledge of Black Magic Home world: St. Iva lice Personality: Somewhat catty, ruthless, cunning. Bio: Not much is really known about Ritz Mahler. Needless to say it shocked the hell out of March Radius, whose family had been wiped out by disease, and Moot Randell, whose father fell off the wagon and succumbed to liver failure, when she showed up at their orphanage as a resident. The trio remained close to each other until their world was destroyed. Other: She's not all that she appears to be... Quote: Originally Posted by darkninja0200 Username: darkninja0200 Character Name: Fran Gender: Female Age: around 50... maybe older Appearance: Fran Weapon: Bow and arrows as well as knowledge of all forms of magic Home world: St. Iva lice Personality: calm, determined, intelligent, protective Bio: Not much is known about Fran. What is known about her is that she left the forests of Iva lice for reasons known only to her. Other: Fran is a weapons master and an effective Red Mage. Quote: Originally Posted by xAcidxRainx Username: xAcidxRainx Character Name: Luria Gender: Female Age: 16-17 Appearance: #/pH...camp;id=1637195891 (In case the link does not work) Luria has a punk style and is usually found wearing dark clothes. Her favorite outfit is a white tank and black pants. She has shoulder-length hair that is a deep blue with some black on the underside. She has light blue eyes and is about 5'5 with a fair completion. Weapon: Luria has come into possession of a Key blade. Her key blade is silver and black and is shaped much like the oblivion. It is mostly black, and the silver runs up and down the key blade trailing around it in spiral like lines. The keychain is half of a heart on a spiral chain. Home world: Once living on Destiny Islands Luria has called Traverse Town her home for many years. Personality: Luria is kind and soft-spoken. She is very open in some ways but in others she does not like to let people in. She keeps things bottled up at times until she explodes. Luria is a kind friend despite the fact that she tells little about herself. She has a soft spot that drives her to protect her friends and even claim some as family. However, if doesn't let out her frustrations after bottling them up she can snap. Luria is pretty scary when she snaps. Bio: Luria was born on the same island as Sort, Roku, and Kara and played with them on occasions. However, she left so quickly she doubts that any of them even remember her. Luria came into the passion of her key blade (Risen)((Spiral)) many years later. Unable to save a close friend of hers she was attacked by a heartless and lost her heart. A nobody named Curious was born. Her nobody was not excepted by Aeneas and was only allowed around because Region kept her as a partner. Despite this Cruises knew something was wrong and fought until she found a way to bring back Luria with Region's help. Luria has since then vowed to become stronger. Other: Luria will often look away as if she is lost in thought or searching for someone. Also, she has the strangest aura that often has people like her instantly. Quote: Originally Posted by Darkestofsouls Username: DarkestofSouls Character Name: Nora Gender: Female Age: 19 Appearance: Weapon (if any): The Twin Serpent Key blade: A Steel Shaft, an Orange Rectangle with a Diamond inside it (with a gap). A Black and Red Serpent and a White and Blue Serpent are wrapped around the shaft. A Golden Handle with Angel Wings for the Outer Handle. A Red Gem is set at the top of the Handle. Home world: Asgard (from the Valhalla Knights flash video) Personality: Uptight, straightforward and Blunt, Nora takes her job as a key blade Walker very seriously. However, she has a softer side for people who put others before themselves. Bio: One of the first of the next generation of Valhalla Knights, Nora left Asgard when she got a key blade. Unsure of what to do with it, she is looking for a way to help people and to discover what her destiny is. Quote: Originally Posted by CallMeCal1987 Character Name: Bartok Gender: Male Age: 25 Appearance: 6' 3" Cripplingly muscular, though not bulky. Has rough, messy brown hair. Firm but kind features, strong jaw. Wears a pair of loose canvas slacks (like Aladdin's, but without the patches), no shirt, barefoot. There is a spiky black metal clasp embedded in his back that his weapon clips into when not in use. (Picture pending) Weapon (if any): Giant hammer with a machine gun in the handle (Picture pending) Home world: Georgia (destroyed) Personality: Stoic, man of few words, headstrong. Very protective, and very deeply compassionate under his brawny exterior Bio: He is the grandson of the one known only as "The Old Man", son of a great wizard who turned evil and was destroyed. He was once the guardian under the Five Cities, before their world was destroyed. He inherited much of his grandfather's wisdom, but none of his magical abilities. Furthermore, he gets by instead on his superior strength. Quote: Originally Posted by CallMeCal1987 Character Name: Tarsal "Tabby" Morten Gender: Female Age: ??? (appears 16) Appearance: 5' 2" Thin, pale skinned, with eyes and long hair black as the night sky. Wears a floor-length black cloak at all times. She is usually looking down, and her hair usually drapes down over her eyes. Her face, when not obscured by her hair, is emotionless but not unkind. (Picture pending) Weapon (if any): A small simple wand which has minor kinetic powers; it can stop virtually anything if it is headed straight at her, and can add minor momentum in any other direction (changing something's course, or giving it a small push) Home world: Georgia (destroyed) Personality: Silent and meek, though hardly timid. She will never back down, though she usually opts not to fight, but to either simply stop her attacker or else allow Bartok to fight instead. Bio: About 10 years ago, she appeared in the forests of Georgia in a flash of bright purple energy. The Old Man adopted her as a granddaughter, and Bartok quickly came to love her as his younger sister. She gave her name when they first asked her, and those were the last words she spoke aloud. She has minor telepathy; she can hear you if you think *at* her, and she can think to others, but she cannot invade people's minds to read them. Furthermore, she is in constant mental contact with Bartok, and lets him speak for her. [She also has as yet undiscovered magical abilities.] Quote: Originally Posted by CallMeCal1987 Character Name: "The Old Man" [he won't be affecting the story; he will only appear for the scene that introduces Tabby and Bartok] Gender: Male Age: 573 Appearance: Like Yoda, but human, flesh colored, and 5' 7" Weapon (if any): Magic Home world: Georgia (destroyed) Personality: Wise, protective Bio: Once protector over all of Georgia, the recent attack was too strong and too sudden for him to hold it back. He used up almost all of his magic trying, and failing, to defend Georgia. Finally, in a desperate last ditch effort, he used the last of his magic - and quite a bit of his life energy - to teleport himself and his grandchildren to Traverse Town. Now in the care of Aegis, by his and her estimation even in the best of circumstances it will be at least a year before he is useful again, and at least five years of recovery before he is back to full health and capabilities again. He has no magic left, and can do nothing but stay in Traverse Town and rest. 1. Welcome/Story 2. Rules 3. Canon Character Info 4. Made-up Character Info 5. World List 6. Cheers camp; Jeers 7. Reserved 8. Reserved 9. OPEN World List Destroyed worlds will be stricken through. The world that the main storyline is currently taking place on will be in bold. Plot information for the world will be in parentheses. Destiny Islands St. Iva lice Radiant Garden Traverse Town Oakley Oaks (from Chicken Little) Neverland (the real Neverland, not just Captain Hook's ship and Big Ben)(from Return to Neverland) Narnia (from The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe) Today land (from Meet the Robinson's) Westchester County (from the X-Men universe) This list will be updated as needed.1. Welcome/Story 2. Rules 3. Canon Character Info 4. Made-up Character Info 5. World List 6. Cheers camp; Jeers 7. Reserved 8. Reserved 9. OPEN Cheers: People who do good things (such as create banners, even joining the RP at a certain time) go on this list. Roslyn On Nightshade: The first person to join this RP Jamison: For this banner: Code: [URL= IMG] ((Get rid of the spaces.) Jeers: People who break the rules will be put on this list with their offenses. From there, said people can decide whether to clean up their act or get booted from this RP. This RP is still in its early stages, so no one's on it yet. Let's keep it that way. 1. Welcome/Story 2. Rules 3. Canon Character Info 4. Made-up Character Info 5. World List 6. Cheers camp; Jeers 7. Reserved 8. Reserved 9. OPEN This post is intentionally left blank.1. Welcome/Story 2. Rules 3. Canon Character Info 4. Made-up Character Info 5. World List 6. Cheers camp; Jeers 7. Reserved 8. Reserved 9. OPEN This post is also intentionally left blank.1. Welcome/Story 2. Rules 3. Canon Character Info 4. Made-up Character Info 5. World List 6. Cheers camp; Jeers 7. Reserved 8. Reserved 9. OPEN ~*~*This RP is officially open!*~*~ 1. Welcome/Story 2. Rules 3. Canon Character Info 4. Made-up Character Info 5. World List 6. Cheers camp; Jeers 7. Reserved 8. Reserved 9. OPEN Terra A clear, star-filled night sky greeted Terra Branford's vision as she groggily opened her eyes. Where am I? She thought to herself. What is this place? She sat up and looked around. Whatever this place was, it looked like a 19th century English town. To make matters worse, she was sitting on the roof of a building of sorts. Her gaze then shifted to her palms that she held in front of her. Back there... Memories floated through her head of what seemed like moments ago (she didn't know how long she was out). Her, jumping, flipping, wielding that strange sword expertly, fighting off those creatures like it was nothing. Martial arts masters and action movie heroes train for years to fight like she did; how did she suddenly find out about these skills? She sighed. Well, I'm not answering any questions just by sitting here, she resolved, carefully standing up. I need to find a way off of this roof. CRACK! The sound of wood cracking made Terra look at her feet. Apparently the owners of this building had some shoddy roof repairs done, shoddy repairs that she was about to undo. Oh, crap. The wood finally split, leaving Terra to fall to the ground below. Marche March awakened in an alley, nearly surrounded by crates. "Where am I?" he groaned, standing up. "And how did I get here?" He remembered what happened. Those strange creatures, a large group attacking him, him getting swallowed up... Then a thought crossed his mind that made him jump: If he was here, then his other friends must be nearby! "Moot!" he called out before running towards the entrance of the alley. "Ritz!" He ran into the town's square. "TERRA!" Terra cautiously stood up and rubbed her sore butt. Having fallen maybe a floor and a half, none of her bones seemed to be broken, but her bottom was really sore from absorbing most of the fall. Looking around the place, it seemed to be a shop. Its shelves were stocked with vials filled with a mysterious liquid, tents, cottage kits, and other wares that she had never seen before. Behind the counter were three young ducks; one dressed in red, another in blue, and the last one in green, and all of them were none too happy. Fran was walking around Traverse town following a dream having to do with a girl carrying what looked like a padlock. The lock seemed mysterious and felt powerful. It seemed like it had an aura of some sort that she couldn't define. As she walked along the road her eyes were drawn to what looked to be a shop and started thinking My travel supplies are running low>. Fran headed toward the shop and walked inside seeing broken sections of ceiling LN the floor surrounding a girl on the floor. She walked up to the counter and spoke in a throaty voice "I need to restock on travel supplies a tent, some potions, and a weeks worth of food" Huey, Dewey, and Louie It was a slow day at the item shop. The boys were about to doze off before the loud sound of wood cracking stole their attention. Much to their dismay, the wood that patched up the giant hole in the roof now had a giant crack down the middle." Uh oh," the three said in unison, staring expectantly at the wood. As if on cue, the wood gave way, followed by a human girl roughly five years their senior who landed smack on her butt. Their initial grimacing from watching the girl fall that far and land on her butt soon gave to anger about the roof. As she stood up, Huey unloaded on her." What's the big idea?!" Huey yelled at her. "That cost a fortune to fix!" The girl looked away, dejected." Man, how are we going to fix that now?" Dewey asked no one in general, staring at the hole in the roof." And business isn't exactly booming right now," Louie reminded everyone, looking at a nearly empty cash register. "I don't know how we're going to find the money to pay for this." Huey growled. "Why, I ought..." Before Huey could do anything, a scantily clad, big breasted Vieira woman walked into the store and up to the counter, immediately capturing all the boy's attention." I need to restock on supplies," she told them. "A tent, some potions, and a week's worth of food."" Whatever you say, ma'am," Dewey told her dreamily. Huey smacked his triplet brother upside his head. "Get it together, Dewey!" he told him before heading into the back." Hey, wait for me!" Dewey called after his brother, running after him Terra Great Terra thought as the duck in red yelled at her. Just great. I don't even take five steps, and I find myself in trouble. "Man, how are we going to fix that now?" the duck in blue whined, staring at the hole. "And business isn't exactly booming right now," the duck in green said dismally, staring into their cash register drawer. "Why I ought..." the duck in red growled, ready to pounce. Suddenly, what looked like a hybrid between a rabbit and a woman walked in, seemingly only dressed in lingerie and boots. The three ducks seemed to nearly fall over themselves looking at her as she approached the counter, and Terra couldn't really blame them. Not only did she have rabbit ears and impressively long hair, her breasts--which made her A cup look like mosquito bites--looked ready to pop out of her top. "I need to restock on travel supplies," she told them. "A tent, some potions, and a week's worth of food." "Whatever you say, ma'am," one of the ducks told her, slurring his words slightly. An idea snapped Terra out of staring at the woman, something she felt retroactively embarrassed about. While they were busy with the woman, she could sneak out. As the ducks and woman continued with their transaction, Terra quietly tried to sneak out of the store. Listening to the ducks, however, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. Boys. Fran turned around seeing the girl trying to sneak out as the three boys went to go get her supplies. The moment she saw her she spoke to the girl "I've seen you before" This girl had the same aura as the pad lock from her dreams and she looked like the girl from her dreams as well. She knew there was a reason for her coming here on her airship she thought as she bent over almost double to scratch her lower leg. Terra "I've seen you before." Terra stopped cold when she heard these words. It didn't come from any of the three ducks, no. It came from the woman. When she turned to her, the woman was scratching her lower leg as if nothing had happened. Freaked out by the woman, she ran out of the store and continued running. Fran stood up seeing the girl run out of the store. Normally she wouldn't chase after her not having any sort of treasure on her, but this girl was something she was looking for. The Vieira left the building to give chase to the girl. Her long legs plus her natural speed allowed her to catch up to the girl easily and ran beside her. "I only need to speak with you." Terra Holy crap, she's fast! Terra thought, noticing that the woman had caught up to her. The woman said that she only wanted to speak with her, but she wasn't fixing to buy it. Terra tried to run faster, knowing that she couldn't outrun the woman. She had to find a way to shake her. Fran needed to speak to her as she felt compelled to do. "I saw you in a dream" It was no coincidence that she saw this girl here after seeing her in a dream. It was weird though because she had lost her hearing of the forest long ago. Terra This chase has to stop, soon, Terra mentally summed up. She had been running for quite some time and couldn't keep going much longer. A building to her left caught her eye. So, she swung a hard left and ran into the building, slamming the door behind her. Once inside, Terra nearly collapsed, she was so winded. Each breath came in gasps while her heart raced. Not even a minute had passed when screams came from the hallway. I can't go anywhere in this place without stirring up trouble, can I? She mentally grimaced. Fran couldn't turn as sharply as the girl SAE was chasing because of her stilettos so she wasn't able to get in the door. Fran had decided to look for another way in so she walked the border of the building and found an open window and climbed into an empty room quietly. She left the room into a hallway and sniffed around for the girl as she walked the halls. Terra A man came running out of the hallway into the lobby that she was in, screaming bloody murder. What was pursuing him, however, caught Terra by surprise. That thing... she thought, memories of St. Iva lice's final moments flashing in her head once more. It's one of the dark creatures from St. Iva lice! She felt something materialize in her right hand. When she looked down to see what it was, she noticed that it was the lock blade thing that she used to fight the creatures back there. Somehow, she knew what she had to do. As the creature lunged for the man, Terra ran and jumped toward it, smacking it out of the way with her blade. Two more hits later, and it was defeated. She stood up when a thought crossed her mind: Maybe this is why I can fight so well... she thought as she looked at the weapon in her hand. Maybe... I'm supposed to fight these things... Something grabbed onto her shirt, which nearly made Terra jump out of her skin. She whirled around and assumed a fighting stance, only to face the man, who was on his knees and in tears. "P-p-p-please!" he blubbered to her. "There are more of them down that hall! Please get rid of them!" She looked at the hallway. Nobody knew what kinds of creatures would be down that hall, or how many of them. Still... She turned back to the man and gave a firm nod of confirmation. "Oh, thank you!" he cried before hightailing it out of the building. She looked at the hallway again. She didn't have a clue what she was getting herself into. Regardless of whatever danger awaited her, she started walking down the hall, her hand firmly gripping the sword. Fran walked the halls in search of Terra when she heard the screaming and faced it. When she heard fighting going on soon after and drew he bow off of her back and cocked it, despite her weak looking frame though she easily held it. She walked the hallway watching down the shaft of the arrow on a hairline trigger. She saw a shadow jump from a hole in the ceiling. Before it touched the ground though she sent the arrow whistling straight into its small body instantly killing it. She kept her bow in her left hand as she knelt down to examine this strange creature though it disappeared in a puff of smoke leaving only the arrow behind. What was that thing?> she thought as she picked up her arrow. She remembered the screaming she had heard and redrew her bow and walked down the hall once more in search of the screaming but was soon trapped in they hall by 4 of the same little shadows(2 in front 2 behind). Terra's journey down the hall was mostly creature-free until it forked at the end. To her left, the hall continued a way before going deeper in the direction she was facing. To her right was a dead end, occupied by some creatures and the woman from earlier. Instinctively, Terra put her back to the right wall, peering at the situation before returning her head behind the wall to avoid being seen. The woman had her bow drawn, ready to fire. That might work for taking out one of the creatures, but the other three would surely attack before she had a chance to grab another arrow. If this standoff continued, however, all four would pounce. Either way, the outcome didn't look good unless someone did something. And since Terra was the closest person who could fight these things, she found herself unsure of what to do. Should she save the woman she's been running from and risk whatever the woman would do to her? Should she continue through the building and leave the woman to the creature's mercy? If she saved her, the woman might serve as a useful ally against these creatures. If she didn't, well... Now that she thought about it, she didn't really see much of an upside to not saving her. With that, she charged towards the creatures and gave the two behind her a good strike.((Sorry for the long wait. Writer's block. :sweat:)) Fran shot her arrow at on of the shadows in front of her and the second one jumped at her, and she instantly shot a fireball at the second one killing them both.((not writers block... just couldn't think of anything else)) I totally agree in hope every one understands it's a big deal xx ((?_?)) (Pardon my lateness...) Naming sat upon a bench at a park, of some sort. It was rare that she ventured outside, and so she was enjoying the sunny day that was being provided to her. Her pencil sketched across the clean white paper, creating what her mind conjured. Her smile was of the sun itself, as the rays of light hit her hair. Furthermore, her blue eyes shimmering with delight. She jumped slightly, a black hole appeared. She screamed, but no sound came as it got bigger. Furthermore, she jumped, making a run for freedom from what she used to be a part of, but it caught her, and all went black. Furthermore, she woke, screaming in her bed. The curtains were drawn, she knew not weather it was night or day, but she had been sleeping. Her angel-blonde hair was soaked with sweat as she sighed and relaxed slightly. She had been plagued by that dream for a long time now. Terra After taking care of the two creatures, Terra saw the woman shoot one of the other creatures with an arrow and then shoot a fireball at the other. Whoa, she thought. Didn't see that coming. Then, she remembered about the rest of the building. There might be more people being attacked by these things. With that, she ran down the other end of the hall. Fran turned to see Terra. Just as she was about to talk she ran away. Again she ran after her to keep up. But it did worry her that the shadows made their way here to this world. But why this was happening she didn't know. Sort: As the group was still talking inside about the keyholes, Sort decided to step outside to talk to himself and figure out what to do for now. So am I basically useless? , thought Sort, well, no, as long as the keyholes get restored, then my key blades will work again!....so we just need to find this Lock blade. I guess we need to take the gummy ship then and find more worlds that aren't destroyed yet. I hope Roku is fine wherever he is and Kara as well, we may have broken up, but I still worry about her sometimes. Just then, as Sort was walking by, he heard some noises at the hotel in the hallway and then saw a big flash of light. Whoa! , he thought, I should go check that out and see if they need my help! As soon as he opens the doors entering hallway, Sort sees a girl running at him fast speed "uh-oh!" he says. KAIRI walked the halls alone. She was still thinking about Sort now and then. She suddenly saw a flash of light and a girl running past Sort. 'SORT!?' She thought. 'Stay here, you didn't see anything.' Sort: knocked out on the floor, in his head thinking What just happened? Tries to get up, and then another girl knocks him over chasing the other girl. This is just not my day thinking while having dizzy eyes. @[email protected] Terra As Terra continued down running the hallway, a boy walked right into her path. He said aloud what she was thinking, as if he knew that she was going too fast to stop before running into him. WHAM! The force knocked Terra down on her butt. She rubbed her head from where she ran into the boy. Ow... She smiled. 'Typical Sort!' She walked over and kneeled down next to him. "Are you okay?" Fran slowed down when Terra fell down. She saw Sort and could feel his aura... he was the only one with such an aura "The Key blade Master" He was a lot shorter than she'd imagined. Then again everybody seemed to be shorter than her. Sort: when coming to, Sort looks around rubbing his head and sees 3 girls. One girl rubbing her head and lying on the ground like himself. Another looking at him in a strange way, and Kara. Suddenly, he realized he saw Kara and it wasn't his imagination. "KARI!?" he yells, "How did you get here and are these girls from your college with you?" She smiled and decided to mess with his head. "No...this is your imagination. I got her magically!" Sort: Sort knows Kara's joking "Yea right! I know this is real! You don't even know how to use magic in the first place anyway" As Nora stepped through the Front Gate of Traverse Town, she couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy. She thought of the Key that had appeared in her hand a few days ago. She hoped that here, she would find some answers." Well," she said to herself in a low tone, "lets see what Destiny has in store for me now." With that small reassurance, she headed into town, humming a small tune that just seemed to pop into her head as she came in. Luria ran through the alleyways of Traverse town as if she was trying to escape someone, or something. She ran and ran until her breath quicken to a point where she had to stop. She leaned against a nearby wall and took a few short breaths. Looking around she saw no one and began forward again. As she got to the end of the alleyway she could hear voices slowly drift her way. Walking slower now she glanced around the corner. She saw a group of people and a young boy and girl that looked very fa miler. Then it hit her. She knew them, it was long ago, but she knew them. She quickly hid back in the alleyway only to hit something with her arm. Furthermore, she froze wondering if anyone heard her. Terra Two's company, three's a crowd, but four is ridiculous! Terra thought as she watched the gathering in the hall grow. She stood up and dusted herself off. Somehow she had to get past this crowd. (Umm, you may want to post that in the IOC area.) Anora worked her way though the town, enjoying the sights as she rounded a corner, she saw someone pressed up against an alley wall. Whoever she was, she seemed to be listening to someone or someone's in the alley. Nora ducked back around her corner and peeked around again to watch the person in the alley. Without a word, Heaven Nakamoto stepped cautiously through the unfamiliar alleyways of Traverse Town. He had overheard an older man babbling about strange creatures attacking his hotel. The man was so shaken up that Heaven couldn't even ask where his hotel was between the man's frantic statements"I have to get out of here! There must be more in the town! Don't go there! They almost got me. I have to get out!"with no clue as to what would be waiting for him in the town Heaven felt obligated to do what he could to help this man, "I'll do my best" were the only words he uttered as he entered the town. With his two small swords drawn Heaven prepared himself for any encounter, mentally reviewing his 3 short years of training. Although he doubted his ability he was confident in his preparedness...until he saw what was at the hotel. There were four people there: a boy and a girl on the ground rubbing their heads, an intimidatingly tall Vieira with a bow, and another girl who was chuckling at the boy. Heaven's mind slowly attempted to transition from mindlessly fight to communicate normally, but years of living alone made this difficult." Hello? I'm looking for the hotel." Heaven immediately regretted saying anything but all he could do was wait to see how they would respond. King Mickey "Gosh, Sort's been gone for a while," King Mickey thought aloud to the others. "I'd better go find him." With that, he stepped outside. Outside, Sort was not to be seen. The mouse king took a few steps before two Heartless and one Nobody appeared. Instinctively, he drew his Key blade and attacked, dispatching them with ease. It didn't hit him until a few seconds later. "My Key blade's working again," he muttered, looking at it. "The Lock must be somewhere nearby!" Knowing what to do, he ran off. "I've got to find Sort!" Sort: while talking to Kara, Sort saw the girl across from him get up and almost ran past him to get away. Sort grabbed her arm and asked "What are you running for?!" Then Sort heard a voice saying "Hello? I'm looking for the hotel." He looked to his side and found a man with two swords out of their sheaths. Sort stood up very quickly, letting go of the girl's arm and waved his hands open side to side saying nervously"Well, Your at the hotel actually, so no need for those things right?.....hehhehheh." Terra As Terra tried to sneak past, the boy grabbed her wrist for some reason. "What are you running for?" he asked. Before she had a chance to answer (not that she would've anyway), a voice could be faintly heard saying, "Hello? I'm looking for the hotel." The voice belonged to a man wielding two swords. The boy apparently felt threatened by that and tried to defuse the situation, releasing Terra in the process. Screw this, she thought, heading deeper into the building (the hotel, if the boy was to be believed). I have other stuff to do. As she came across another dead end, something made a hole at the end of the hall, something which turned out to be a giant armored shadow creature. As she stared at it, one thought crossed Terra's mind: Oh, crap. King Mickey A faint booming sound stopped King Mickey in his tracks. From where he stood, it looked like a giant armored Heartless was attacking the hotel. The mouse king ran toward the hotel, desperately hoping that Sort wasn't in there. Heaven was addressed by the boy first, "Well, Your at the hotel actually, so no need for those things right?.....hehhehheh." Suddenly he was aware that he still had his swords drawn. Not risking another stupid statement Heaven simply nodded to the boy and sheathed his swords. Approaching the hotel however he dared to ask one question of the strange group, "I heard the owner of this place talking about shadow monsters? What do you know about them?" Suddenly a loud crash caught everyone's attention. Instinctively Heaven drew his swords again, "I guess I'll find out soon" he thought aloud. As Nora watched the girl, she heard a loud noise from behind the hotel across the street from her. Crap, looks like something else is going on here. I should check it out. She runs out from around the corner, jumps onto a trashcan, a box, and then over Luria, landing back in the street. She turned on her heel, ran into the hotel, and brushed past the crowd. "Comin' Through!" she yells as she brushes by Heaven and Sort. Finally, some action. She thinks with a smile as she runs towards the area the noise is coming from. Sort: After the guy asked his question, Sort heard the crash and looked behind him. A Heartless! He thought, he then took out his key blade and took the fighting position, "This may not do much, but I can still help!" he said thinking aloud, but then he heard "Comin' Through!" and tries to look behind him, but then halfway a woman ran past him, apparently looking for a fight. Sort then gave a surprised look and turned back to the heartless in the fighting position once again and stood in front of Kara to protect her. Meanwhile, elsewhere in Traverse Town...* a low rumble reverberates through the floor and the walls. Aegis looks up worriedly, hoping nothing is going wrong. Suddenly, there is a loud *BANG!* and three people materialize in front of her: a muscular man, a young woman, and a very weak looking old man, who almost immediately collapses to the floor. The strong man looks up at her desperately. *"Please!" he begs "Help him! He tried to get us to a healer, I assume that's you. He needs help!"* Aegis nods, then she helps him lift the old man onto the bed nearby. The strong man breathes a sigh of relief, then offers his hand. *"My name is Bartok. This man is my grandfather, and that" he motions to the young woman dressed in black "is my sister Tarsal, but everyone calls her Tabby. Can you tell me where we are?" Aeris nods. "This is Traverse Town."* Before she can say anything more, The Old Man coughed, and groaned softly. All attention focused on him. *"Is there any place in town.... >confers nods. "There's a shop across town, owned by three brothers, Huey Dewey and Louie. They carry medicines." *She proceeds to give them directions; it really is way on the far side of town from where they are.** Bartok nods, committing the directions to memory. He and Tarsal get up and, with one last look back at The Old Man, step outside. *((They're clear at the other end of town right now, so just progress as normal, I'll post again when they get closer and notice what's going on.)) Although Heaven had thought he was prepared, as soon as he saw the beast that had burst from the back of the hotel he jumped. "Damn" he thought, he had practiced so hard to be ready for anything, and now he had been caught off guard twice in a matter of minutes, "Comin' Through!" exclaimed yet another girl as she ran past Heaven and the boy. The suddenness of her appearance made Heaven jump yet again"Damn it"he mentally cursed himself. "Make that three times" rather than dwell on his frustration, Heaven decided to take it out on the beast that was apparently called a heartless. Although he was slightly tired of doing so by now, Heaven prepared for battle. Nora smiled as she caught sight of the Heartless. She stopped a few feet short of it, and waved her hand. "HEY, UGLY!" she yelled, trying to get its attention, "THIS MIGHT STING A BIT!" She motioned with her other hand, and her Key blade, Twin Serpent, appeared in her left hand. She held it backwards and up, so that the serpents looked towards the sky. "LETS SEE WHAT YOU GOT!" She saw Sort talking to someone she didn't know. Then he suddenly stood in front of her. She leaned right next to his ear. "Who's he?" Sort: In front of Kara, Sort heard in his ear Kara asking "Who's he?" Sort replied "I have no idea, I actually don't know any of these people. But as long as their against the heartless, I see no harm from them." He stared at everybody in front of the heartless and then realized something. He leaned back to talk to Kara again asking "Hey, wait a minute! I thought two of those girls were with you!" She shook her head. "No... I've never seen them." Terra "This may not do much, but I can still help!" Those words broke Terra out of her thoughts of doom and gloom as she saw the boy from earlier running toward her position, giant key in hand. Wait, giant key?! She thought. Maybe it has something to do with... "Comin' through!" shouted a female voice she had never heard before. Yet another girl, this one in a strange ensemble of orange and blue, came running up to the monster, stopping a few feet short of it. "Hey ugly!" she yelled at the thing, pointing another giant key similar to the boy's, but more serpent themed, at it. "This might sting a bit! Let's see what you got!" With a less grand entrance the other man arrived, wielding his two swords and looking ready for combat. Terra looked around. It was still unlikely, and the boy with the key seemed to be a little preoccupied with his friend at the moment, but five people were more likely to take down this creature than just her. Ah, what the hell, Terra thought, whipping out her own lock blade. Let's do this. Sort: saying to Kara still behind him "oh! I see....." well it looks like they got this, so I just need to keep Kara safe......for now he thought, but then he saw the girl who bumped into him earlier take out an interesting key blade, getting ready to attack. "No wait.....can that really be...?" before Sort could finish saying his sentence, 3 pureblood heartless popped up in front of him and Kara, then Sort looked behind Kara and saw 3 more purebloods and two dancer nobodies. "I knew it! I didn't just see things, the nobodies and heartless are working together!" he yelled out loud......"great...." Nora looked back as she heard Sort. "Heartless, Nobodies? What the heck are these things. Hey!" She steps forward and points at Sort. "You have one of these keys, too?" She turns back to the Large Heartless. "I see. Well, I guess I'll just have to beat this thing quick, so I can get some answers." With that, she leaps forward, charging the Heartless with Key blade in hand. Heaven didn't know what was going on or what these monsters that kept spawning were, but he wasn't about to be surprised again, so when the boy called out about more of them, Heaven quickly went to work, fighting the nearest of the creatures, a slim, strange, almost human looking creature, "it must be one of the nobodies, it looks nothing like the heartless", Heaven thought finally he would get a chance to put his training to use. ((Update?)) She covered her head in case she got attacked. "Sonora?" She said. Her eyes were darker now, with lots of fear. This truly did scare her. She had been taken away by the heartless. Her voice was getting higher, and her mouth was getting dryer. Sort: while waiting for the heartless and nobodies to attack, Sort tried to grab Kara's arm, but she wasn't there! "KARI!" Sort yelled, he noticed that 3 heartless was nearly taking her away, but then Sort made two big key blade swings to free Kara from the heartless's clutches and grabbed Kara as she was about to fall. It......the key blade works again?! He thought Irish gripped Sort in a hug. She almost started crying. She wouldn't let go of him...she missed him, and she wasn't safe without him. Furthermore, she loosened her grip but kept hugging him. "Thank you." Fran shot a lightning bolt from her hand at one of the nobodies near her and shot an arrow at another taking. But they both survived "These things are tough" Luria's eyes widened with shock as she watched the battle unfold. She knew about the heartless and nobodies but not about them working together. Furthermore, there were others that knew as well? How long had see been away from others like herself? Quickly debating she went against her better judgment and stepped out of the alleyway. She swung her key blade and took down two of the heartless near her. She glanced at the others in the battle but said nothing and prepared to face the other surrounding heartless.((Sorry if I've screwed something up by being away for a few days.)) Nora struck at the Giant Heartless, hitting its legs, then leaping clean over it, striking its back. She landed behind it, then jumped back in case it got any ideas. Heaven took several stabs and slashes at the nobody he was fighting but couldn't seem to get a solid hit. He dodged several attacks, but every counter was sloppy and seemed to do little to no damage, "dang it!" Heaven fought on, but he was getting frustrated, nothing about this was what he thought it would be, and now he was fighting some beast he knew nothing about and doing a poor job at that. Fran was getting surrounded by nobodies. Her arrows and magic were having little to no effect. The ones she fought in St. Iva lice weren't this strong. Fran summoned Fit and jumped onto his shoulder and sat on his shoulder as Fit swiped at THD nobodies surrounding them both. Sort: talking to Kara who was hugging him "I'm just glad your alright, but for now, I need you to get out of here so I can fight these things without worrying about you. So when I say go, run as fast as you can out that door behind us and get to King Mickey and the others as fast as you can. You can find them at Cid's Shop. I'll cover you until you get to the door." KARI She nodded and let go. She made sure that she stayed by him though, just in case. She would run as fast as she could, which wasn't very fast. Furthermore, she prepared herself to run. "But what if heartless attack me?" Fit finished up with the nobodies but more replaced them. Fran spoke out loud "Where are they coming from?". Fit used a Fire spell that attacked and hit all of THD nobodies around the two of them, but again the nobodies were replaced by more of them. Heaven saw the others fighting and struggling just as much as him. It only slightly comforted him to know that he was doing almost as much damage as the rest of the group. The only people who seemed to be having no problem killing off the monsters were those with large swords that looked like keys.Finally, Heaven found his opening, the nobody had made a fatal error leaving himself wide open for his counter-attack, this strike did what it was supposed to do and finished the creature off, however as soon as he did another seemed to appear out of nowhere." Give me a break will ya?" Heaven exclaimed exhausted, "what have I gotten myself into now?" "This is insane." Luria muttered. She glanced around and saw that everyone was starting to tire. Even with her key blade Luria felt like this was a losing battle.'There's just so many.' She thought bitterly." Hey," She said in a half joking tone to everyone in the group, "Anyone else feel like we're fight a hydra?" When Fran here Hydra she got an idea and spoke out "We have to find a way to keep them from reappearing" Fran kept shooting Ger arrows as first kept shooting fireballs at the nobodies, but again they kept reappearing. Nora ran forward again, sliding on her back and swinging her key blade once again between the legs of the largest Heartless. As she slides clear, she backflipped, landed on her feet, turned, and used a Lightning Spell into the area on its legs she just hit, aiming it knock it down. "We need to stop them from reappearing." Lurias turned to the girl who had just spoken. After cutting away a few more heartless she smiled lightly and said, "That's not a bad suggestion, actually." After a slight pause she clenched her key blade. "But how on earth are we going to do it?" She wondered out loud. Heaven was busy fighting his second enemy when one of the girls yelled to the group, "We need to stop them from reappearing."she was shortly answered by another girl "That's not a bad suggestion, actually."at that an idea popped into Heaven's head, something he hadn't thought during a battle since the beginning of his training..." Maybe we should run!?" As soon as he suggested it Heaven knew that running would not be an option, "I just wish we could figure out how they keep appearing then take them on!?". Fran and Fit were both getting tired then she remembered something. She unsummoned Fit and summoned Shiva. Being she was the most magically inclined Summon she could find the source of the nobodies "Go look for the source of the nobodies" Shiva nodded and floated up above the battle and floated there sensing for any magical anomalies? Terra Things had gone from simple to chaotic in a split second with the appearance of the lesser shadows and other lighter, more lanky creatures working with them. Terra didn't know what to do. Should she fight some of the lesser beings? If their numbers continued to increase, they could prove a nuisance later on. However, for every creature defeated, another one took its place. On the other hand, should she take on the giant shadow creature? It would take care of the biggest threat, and only one other person was fighting it, but whether she could defeat it was another question altogether. Gripping her weapon tighter, she decided to help fight the big one. With that, she ran up to it and jumped for an aerial attack. Nora hit it with Lightning again and again, until it finally toppled. She ran up, spun through the air, and landed on it, stabbing it with Twin Serpent in its face. Then she Twisted it and jumped off. As she landed on the ground, she called the Key blade from its face to her hand. * Bartok and Tarsal walk around a corner to see the shop that Aegis described, with the three brothers --who Bartok was somewhat surprised to see were anthropomorphic ducks of all things-- repairing the roof. But what he was even more surprised to see was even further off in the distance, a large hotel with black creatures and silver creatures swarming around it; they hardly looked friendly. Bartok unhitched his hammer and held it firmly in both hands. *"Looks like our world wasn't the only one to be paid a visit by these ugliest. We can't let what happened to Georgia happen to Traverse Town! Come on Tabby, let's move!"* Tabby and Bartok both took off at a run towards the Hotel *((They'll be there soon, just keep posting as normal)) King Mickey Between the Heartless and Nobody encounters that the mouse king faced and his short legs, King Mickey's trek to the hotel was a long and irritating one. But finally, he was there, and just in time, it seemed. More Heartless and Nobodies had appeared at the site with the giant armored Heartless, and despite the large number of people trying to fend off both threats, the situation seemed to be getting out of control fast. However, that all went out the window when a certain fighter caught his eye. A girl in a light blue polo shirt and white cap was fighting the large Heartless with... "The Lock!" the king exclaimed. With that, he ran into the fray, ready to fight. Shiva floated over by the giant heartless. Shiva felt the heartless anomaly connected to it. Shiva breathed on the heartless freezing its legs to the ground. Fran was being kept busy with the nobodies and heartless surrounding her and was starting to run out of arrows. Nora leapt forward cutting down a Heartless, then backflipped over a second one, striking it while she jumped over it. Landing, she cast Lightning into a pair of Nobodies, then leapt into the larger fray with key blade swinging. * Rounding a corner, Bartok takes in the entire scene in a matter of a second, then yells at the top of his lungs *"EVERYBODY DUCK!"* He flips his hammer back over his shoulder, pointing the end of the handle at the giant crowd of Heartless and Nobodies, and a small handle with a trigger in it flips down from the shaft. He grabs the trigger and a spray of magically charged bullets rips through the crowd, tearing every one of them apart. The last one puffs into black smoke as the gun starts to click, empty. Bartok realizes, too late, that all of his spare clips were lost when they left their world. He just wasted all of his bullets on one sweep, but at least it took all of them out. *"Phew, well, that was--"*they start appearing again*"Crap." Heaven ducked a high kick from the dancer nobody he was fighting and placed a perfect slash to the leg that was supporting it. He was about to finish it off when he heard a loud voice boom from across the street, "Everybody get down!!" Heaven looked and saw a man aim what looked like a huge hammer in the direction of the group, "oh no..." he thought as he ducked just in time. What seemed like hundreds of bullets flew over his head and slammed into the remaining enemies just a split second after. Fran ducked an attack just as hundreds of bullets flew over her head. She was so involved in the fight that she had almost been filled full of holes. She was about to look for the source but ended up in another battle before she could. Furthermore, she was about to draw and arrow but was out so she shot lightning at a group of them around her. "This is ridiculous... I'm almost out of magic and completely out of arrows!!!" Sort: "But what if heartless attack me?" Sort heard from Kara, "it's alright, as long as you get to the first section of town through those gates (Sort pointed towards the big doors outside) then you'll be fine." Sort then pulls Kara out the hotel doors and runs. As him and Kara run towards the doors to the 1st section, 2 pureblood heartless appear in front of them and Sort attacked with 2 big swoops of his key blade and defeated them immediately. (not knowing that 2 new ones popped up from behind them) and then they passed some people coming their way (apparently running towards the heartless and nobodies) and one yelling out "EVERYBODY DUCK!" but Sort kept running holding on to Kara. Sort then got Kara to the big doors and opened a door for her. "Alright hurry!" She ran behind him, and she tripped right in front of the doors. She quickly got up and ran to the doors. Furthermore, she stopped by Sort. "When will I see you again?" She said.((IOC:why do people from kingdom hearts have huge feet?)) ((Good question... lol)) ((I KNOW!!! it's like...WTF is the point of it?)) ((Maybe the creator of the game used to be a clown?)) ((lol...maybe)) ((It's the art style; it's based off of Mickey Mouse)) ((...you're smart...)) ((Why thank you ^_^)) ((push:)I'm watching my fav movie)) ((Does anybody want to join my Power Rangers RP?)) ((too busy, sorry. Was that you with the power rangers biggie?)) ((Nope)) ((hm...it was funny...I wonder who...)) ((lol)) ((Wow, this place sure stayed on task))Nora heard 'get down' behind her and dropped, sliding along the ground as gunfire ripped over her head. As she stood up, another Heartless appeared next to her. Great.she thought, quickly dispatching it, they just won't stop. Now what do we do? ((yea really)) Sort: He answers Kara's question: "don't worry, I just need to defeat these enemies and I'll be back to see you, I promise.....let's face it I have the Karla......" Sort then got an idea in his head. "THAT'S IT!" he yelled "I've got an idea, I need to find that girl with the lock blade!" Sort then runs back to the hotel and the fighting. Terra "Get down!" a young boy shouted. Terra looked towards the source of the voice, and found a boy holding a giant hammer with gun barrels coming out of the head. Oh. That's why, Terra thought before ducking, covering her head with her hands. Bullets whizzed by over her, taking out all the creatures save for the giant one, which took a number of bullets. However, at the rate that all the lesser creatures reappeared, the boy might as well have fired that contraption into a wall. For crime's sake! Terra thought. Don't these things ever stop?! ((well...I was kinda frozen...)) She ran through the crack in the big doors and pushed it with all her might for it to close. She took a while, but she got it closed. Furthermore, she sat next to the door and took out the star. Furthermore, she skimmed her fingers over it and put it back in her pocket. Furthermore, she couldn't do anything. If she went back in, she would get hurt. Heaven took advantage of the split moment after the man with the hammer took out all their enemies, and surveyed the battlefield. His relief was only short-lived when yet more heartless and nobodies appeared right where the others were defeated from. Sort: As he ran back to the fighting, again, and again he kept fighting heartless and nobodies and getting out of the way of the other fighters until he got into the hotel. Now where did she go he thought, he looked to his right and spotted her. As he ran towards the girl with the lock blade, a nobody came from behind and was about to attack her, but Sort took a few swings with his key blade and defeated it.....for the time being. He grabbed the girl's arm and said "Hey! I need you to come with me" Fran was down to using her bow as a melee weapon as she fought of the heartless and nobodies only to have them replaced as she defeated them. Shiva floated above the group of heartless and nobodies freezing large groups of them to make it easier for those fighting below. Heaven noticed the boy suddenly perk up as if he had an idea, "Hey! I need you to come with me" he said as he grabbed the girl by the arm Heaven cut down one more nobody than began working his way to the boy, "if he has any idea of how to defeat these things I want to know." ((hello?)) ((Yes, I let this thing go into a bit of decay. Sorry. :sweat:))Terra was trying to fight the giant shadow creature when something suddenly grabbed her arm. She whipped her head around and saw that it was the boy with the giant key. "Hey! I need you to come with me!" he shouted, trying to make himself heard above all the commotion. Instinctively, she tried to free herself, but to no avail. Then she heard the man with two swords say something: "If he has any idea of how to defeat these things, I want to know." Terra turned back to the boy. Did he have something in mind for defeating these things, or was it a front to draw her away for his own intentions, malevolent or otherwise? She looked around. At this point, going with the boy was a better plan than anything she was thinking up. With that, she gave a firm nod of confirmation to the boy. Sort: With the nodded acceptance Sort saw from her, he quickly started running, still having the girl's arm and ran out of the hotel. While he was running, he was trying to explain the situation, with a loud voice trying to overcome the other big noises. "You know that weapon you have? It's the lock blade. I have an idea to use it so all our weapons can actually have an effect on the heartless and to make them go away for sure." Then Sort looked to his left as he was running and saw the boy with the two swords he saw earlier running with them. Seems like he wants to come to Sort thought He runs with the girl and the boy following outside to the front of the hotel and jumps over the ledge. Heaven heard the boy's plan, although still had no clue what a lock blade was he knew that if the boy had a plan to get rid of the monsters for good he was in. Heaven fought his way through a small wall of heartless as he caught up with the boy and the girl he was holding by the arm, "I'll keep some of those things off of you guys while you do what you have to do!" he yelled as they all ran together((yay the forum lives again)) Nora jumped behind Heaven and hit a Nobody. "I'll help him, you guys get out of here." She leveled her Key blade at the crowd of Heartless and Nobodies. ((bookmarking, may be joining ^^)) ((Nice AVY Trial!))*Bartok stays by Tarsal, bashing any heartless or nobodies that come anywhere near them* ((thanks ^^ hopefully my character will be accepted, he's an author cheetah from Narnia. Then I can start posting in character ^^)) ((Sorry for my absence. I ended up become extremely busy and was also grounded. I'll try to be more active. Can someone send me a message catching me up? If that's not too much to ask.)) ((I think it's dead)) ((and just as I submit my character sheet. *grumbles and stalks off*)) (I actually just need Terra to respond, and then I can go on) ((Bookmarking this thread as well, may be joining in the near future as soon as I read through to catch up. We'll see. Lt;3)) ((is this forum dying already? Sad face I was totally into it too" ((yea me too, this was my first RP EVA! T3T)) well I think I'm going to give up on it sorry everyone hope I see you all in another RPM_^ ((*pokes dead thread and sighs*)) ((so, so sad, well I'll hang on anyway....ya Neva know XP)) ((DEAD)) ((since this RP is dead, I'm going to selfishly promote my KM role-play. It's called KM: Shared Memories of Time so if anybody is still interested in doing a KM role-play, please go to this link and apply! HANKIES! ^^)) KM: Shared Memories of Time

Kingdom Hearts_ Every Key Needs a Lock [OPEN_Accepting]|rating:3.0

Nicest Niece [SynfulxAnonymousRelated]

Aaron Lowe, growing up his sister and him were always close. Little known secret, she was his first kiss. Something later they realized was totally immoral and completely out of line. But it had happened nonetheless. It was never something they had talked about since it happened, so it was only a faded memory for him. Aaron had been one of three children to his late parents, he was the youngest, with his sister next then his brother. Aaron's brother Nick had joined the ARMY when he hit eighteen, and had only gone up in ranking and in popularity with their parents. Aaron worked as a construction worker, he owned his business and was doing quite well for himself. He had a nice three-bedroom house, with hot tub, pool, and the works. The downstairs even had a full service bar. His sister though was the most prodigal child. Becoming a lawyer, not only did she race passed her competitors, but she also managed to take over the law firm she started at. Aaron claimed luck, but his sister said otherwise. She always claimed that her luck was getting to have and support a beautiful loving daughter. Aaron hadn't seen his nice since she was turning twelve, she would be seventeen now. Almost legal, not that this was of importance. But it was the truth nonetheless. Aaron knew she was supposed to be coming sometime in the week. His sister was going to be dropping her off and she was going to stay there the whole summer. It was far enough away from her friends, and her friends guy friends for her to get in trouble. Or so her mother thought, she had explained it all to Aaron. No drinking, no smoking of any kind, no guys, no this that and the other. His sister was such an OCD individual that living with her was a nightmare, Aaron began to feel bad for his niece. This would probably be more of a vacation than a restriction. Aaron was currently in his garage, which he'd converted into a full weight room. It even had an MMA based fighting mat with cage. Aaron was quite the fitness freak, and was often found in his weight room keeping his body toned. The current group he was working was upper chest, back, shoulders and biceps. Sitting with his back facing the open garage door, Aaron was pulling down the bar of his universal workout machine. Each time he pulled the bar down, his back flexed rippling with muscle, he would slowly allow it to go back up working his muscles intensely. He continued to work his upper body for another half hour before slipping out of the room and diving into his eight-foot deep in ground pool. His dip was just to cool off, because as he exited quickly, Aaron went directly into a hot tub. The heat would be great on his sore muscles. Relaxing with both arms stretch out on either side of him, Aaron leaned his head back and looked up to the blue clear sky. It was a beautiful day. His mind went back to his niece, he wondered what she looked like now. He never knew the guy who knocked up his little sister, but if he was half as attractive as she was, there was no way her daughter could grow up to be anything but stunning. Aaron could feel his heart beating faster and faster as he thought about her body. Shaking his head, he dunked it under the water and came up after a moment. Slicking his hair back he inhaled deeply and sunk back into the water up to his lips. It's been a while, I need to get laid before this girl gets here, Aaron thought to himself. It had been so long since he'd felt himself buried inside a woman, her screaming out before her face gets buried in a pillow. Once again his heart started racing, it wasn't good that he was this excitable, not good at all. Paige had become quite a hand full since about the age of fifteen. That was the age she had begun dating boys, staying out to late, and smoking weed. Being an attorney her mother knew where it all would lead, and she refused to sit by and watch that happen. Raising Paige alone her daughter never had a father figure, a man to show her how men should treat a woman with respect and not simply try and get down their pants. Her hope was the summer with her brother might give her some distance from all these boys she was sneaking off to see. Paige was not happy about this and argued the fact she was nearly an adult, but her mother wouldn't budge. When the day finally came the alarms sounded off bright and early, it was a long trip and felt even longer given Paige hadn't spoken to her mother the entire way to her uncles. Not only could she barely remember him, but she was being taken away from all her friends and she hated her mother for this. It was late in the afternoon when they pulled into his driveway, Paige sighed still not saying a word as she stepped from the car and stretched while waiting for her mother to pop the trunk. She had her long brown hair pulled back into a messy ponytail and wore a pair of cut off jeans that showed off a little too much ass and a white t shirt with some rock group logo across the back. "Aaron" her mother yelled out for her brother hoping he would come help carry in Paige's luggage. She of course packed nearly everything she had after all the summer was a long time to be without your things. Paige picked up one suitcase and headed towards the door and began ringing the doorbell before taking a seat on top of the suitcase as if she had been waiting for far to long. "Maybe he left because he feels the same way I do. Why would he want a stranger invading his privacy for an entire summer?" She growled out to her mom who just sighed pulling out the rest of the bags and piling them behind the car. : If you use the 'Reply' button below the replies that we've made, it doesn't quote our posts to one another. It'll save us space, Kay Darwin? : Aaron had been practically dozing off, when he relaxed, he seriously relaxed. Thus, he never even heard a car door open or shut, nor did he hear the doorbell ringing when it was being rung. However, he did think he heard his name, but the music he had playing in the back of his house, was just the right volume to make him forget it. He never even bothered to open his eyes. Aaron knew he wasn't getting any younger but working out, tanning, and eating healthy made him feel like a million dollars. He was the type that was very self-conscious over his public image. And thus he hated the old Aaron, the heavier built kid who in high school never got picked first, or even fifth for anything. He loathed that version of him so much, that he'd literally destroyed all images, that he had, of himself in the past. Opening his eyes, Aaron looked out his garage door, and saw a car parked in his driveway. He immediately recognized it as his sisters. Even though she had just purchased the car, she had already posted over a dozen pictures of it, and her inside the car. Aaron also knew something else, the fact that she was leaving, was a business trip. She was skipping town for the Summer to go to Barbados and have drinks with a wealthy young Brazilian man who had got his wealth from luck. Had Bitcoin not raised in stock, the man would have been as broke as a joke. But fortunately for him, Bitcoin went up ridiculously. Placing his palms flat against the smooth tile around the hot tub, Aaron pushed himself up out of the water. Grabbing a towel from the nearby towel rack, Aaron dried off his shorts and his legs, before walking through his workout room. Exiting the front of the large garage door, Aaron looked at his sister carrying a bag from the back of her car, around the front. "Aaron! There you are! Be a doll and carry this," She said pushing a suitcase into his arms. Aaron took it under one arm, the bag was quite extensive. Sure she was going to be here for an entire Summer, but what the Hell were all these bags for? There was at least five bags piled up on the side of the car. And Erica, Paige's mother was hurriedly stacking the remainder of the bags next to the vehicle. "Whew! Alright, would you please help her get those inside? She's a rather worthless and weak girl," Erica said with a quiet chuckle. "Not like her momma at all, Tata!" She added getting into her vehicle and backing up. Aaron was surprised at her haste, she didn't even say bye to her own child. Which got Aaron thinking, where was the brat? He hadn't seen her in five years, and the last time that he had seen her, she was impressed with his strength. But Aaron had only become more stacked, and cut than he was prior. Picking up a few more bags, Aaron walked around towards his entryway. Once he rounded the corner, Aaron was surprised to see a very attractive young Paige sitting on her luggage. Aaron didn't even know where to start or end a sentence with her. And it wasn't until she turned her head and looked at him that Aaron smiled to her. "Hey there, want to help me bring some of the things in? I'll give you the grand tour of my place too," Aaron said, he was still without a shirt, and his upper body was still wet. His hair was slicked back and soaked, still dripping occasionally. Paige had her legs crossed and was tapping her foot impatiently. As her uncle rounded the corner she had to admit he was still looking good for an older man, at least older compared to her. "Hey uncle Aaron, yea I will go grab the last two." She stood up and went off fetching the two remaining bags and returned, the front door now open and the other bags inside the door now. Shutting the door she stood by her bags feeling endlessly out of place. It wasn't her home and she hadn't seen him in so long she really didn't even remember what his personality was like or much else for that matter. Her eyes glanced down the hall looking for where her uncle had gotten off to. She then plopped down on the couch and began texting the guy she liked and a couple friends telling them how much this was going to suck, stuck with her uncle she barely knew and no friends anywhere near. Paige sighed clicked the phone shut, she considered having her boyfriend just come and pick her up, but she knew he would on the phone to her mom who would show a wrath no one wanted to see. Aaron dropped the bags off in the room that she was to stay in. When he did so, he couldn't help but stop and think about the situation they were going to be in. Man how she had changed, back when she was twelve she was a tomboy, always looking to find adventure and explore the world. She was so cute, and not, sexy. But the body she had, even if she wasn't wearing something skimpy, Aaron could tell. She was smoking hot, and he was incredibly horny. He could already feel his body getting hotter, and his libido kicking in. He swallowed hard and tried to think of something, anything other than her tight little frame. His attention turned to the fact that he was still wet, and was now getting cold. Walking through his house, he spotted her on the couch. She had her phone in hand and hadn't even noticed him, not until she closed her phone and looked up at him did Aaron flash her a smile. He had very straight, pearly white teeth, his dentist told him he was very proud to see such amazingly kept teeth. "I-uh, I'm going to go get back in the hot tub," He began speaking, putting his right hand on the back of his head, scratching his scalp gently. "If you want, you're more than welcome to take a dip in the pool, or do whatever," He told her Walking out of the living room through the glass sliding door that was directly connected to the living room. He closed the glass door behind him to keep the temperature controlled indoors, temperature controlled. Outside it was nice and warm for midday, which made it ideal for swimming, tanning, or even getting into the hot tub. When Aaron left the living room, he could hardly keep himself from imagining her between his knees sucking vigorously at his thick hard cock. Once more he swallowed hard and dove into the pool. Gliding through the water to the other end, Aaron pulled himself up out of the water with his arms, and his entire back flexed showing just how muscular he really was. At the end of the pool was a mini-fridge which contained wine coolers, beer, and soda. Grabbing himself a Heineken and an Orange Fanta, he went and plopped into the hot tub. Cracking the soda he took a slow but long drink. The sugar would help keep his energy levels up, and would allow him something to burn off later in the day. The beer, that was for his head. Fuck, this is just getting worse and worse... He thought to himself. Paige had been texting her boyfriend and a couple of her friends from school when her uncle walked in "I have to go" she sent to all three and shut the phone peering over her shoulder. She gave a half ass smile and shrugged as he mentioned the pool, although it did sound perfect she loved to swim at the lake with her friends, and they didn't have a pool where she lived. Deciding there was nothing better to do she walked to her room and pulled out a couple bikini's looking them over. Both were probably completely inappropriate for a girl her age and she had definitely not shown these to her mom. It was a way to test how cool her uncle was or if he would presume to act like her father and send her away to change. Picking one she changed and looked herself over, and she definitely was firm and fit a figure not many men could resist. 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Aaron looked up, he watched as a long, tan and toned leg poked out of the doorway. Then the rest of her body followed. She was petite, and had a very tight body. As she exited his house entire and closed the door behind her, Aaron's eyes were deadlocked on her ass. With her facing the house, he could see clear as day on her rib's a tattoo of a quote. He was shocked, knowing she wasn't of legal age to get ink done, she either faked her mother's signature, or had someone do it for her. Or perhaps she knew an artist, either way, it looked sexy as Hell on her body. Aaron had to keep himself from going slack-jaw. When she dipped her foot into the pool and swept it through the water, testing it, his eyes were once more glued on her ass. It was quite a bubbly butt, and it was perfectly sized too. He imagined her butt would fit nicely in the palm of his hands. Aaron could feel himself growing more and more aroused. He had to say something to break the in his mind, awkward silence. "Woah there, when did you get that little piece Missy?" Aaron asked her pointing to her ribs, "Don't worry, I won't tell your mother," He informed her Keeping himself calm, Aaron decided that he would offer her a drink, and show her what he had to offer. Walking to the mini-fridge, and the cooler he had laying out between the pool and hot tub, he patted them both before sitting at the edge of the deep end of the pool. Beer still in hand. "Got some bitch beers, soda, whatever else you want, help yourself," He said "You're on summer vacation, you shouldn't be all bored to tears just because your mom doesn't want you doing anything she wouldn't," Aaron explained. He paused to take a long drink off of his beer and set the now empty can down. Aaron burped into his fist, and laughed while slowly swinging his feet through the water. He thought about the thing's that his sister had done. She was a party animal, and would often come home piss drunk, without any idea what she had just done for the last two hours. What was worse, she loved fooling around with guys, she of course never gave into them completely. But she loved to tease them, and would even tease Aaron. Of course, she never did anything too extreme. She'd once accidentally walked in on him while he was changing after they were both 18. Aaron knew it wasn't an accident though, she was a horny girl. "But I bet you don't know your mother like I do," Aaron said with a quiet chuckle. Paige had started walking towards the stairs to climb into the pool when her uncles voice stopped her, and she looked down at the tattoo. Her hand flew up covering it almost instinctively. "Oh.well a friend is a tattoo artist he did it for me on my last birthday as a present. Do you like it?" She smiled happily when he said he wouldn't tell, maybe he wasn't so bad. He had walked to the cooler and offered her a choice of several types of alcoholic beverages which shocked her even greater than the tattoo deal. Wow, he was nothing like her mom was, she wondered just exactly what she could get away with staying with her uncle for the summer. Her mind considering asking him if her boyfriend might be able to come stay a night here and there. But that she decided would be best saved for later as she walked over to the cooler." Really you don't care if I drink? You are totally cool UNC." she said playfully as she snatched up a beer and held it out for him to help her open. "Moms been a real drag lately I hate being there she is so damn strict." she huffed out the words taking a big drink of the beer once he had opened it for her." Tell me about my mom because she acts like she was the perfect nun when she was young. I bet she acted like a slut and just projects her mistakes on me doesn't she?" Paige looked to be in thought then glanced over to her uncle. She shrugged "you don't have to tell me I know she is your sister." Paige then bent over setting her beer down on the cement then ran her fingers under the rear of her bikini hem adjusting it over her ass. "Well here goes nothing." she laughed and jumped into the pool, water splashing everywhere. Aaron was tempted to tell her how right she was, that her mother was a big slutty tease. But he would spare her the horrid details and the worst side that he had ever seen of his sister. Aaron was proud of where she was, and how much she'd grown, she had aspirations to become a stripper who worked in Las Vegas making lots of money dancing for rich men. Like that would ever help her get to where she was now. "Truth be told, yeah, I do like the tattoo, look's good on you. Just don't let your mom see it," Aaron warned with a grin. He was happy to see she was accepting of his hospitality, and was wondering just how much like her mother this niece of his was. She was the spitting image, minus the darker hair, but she reminded him everything of his sister. When she offered him her can to open, Aaron opened it for her as she had wanted then passed it back. Watching her take a deep drink off the can, he swallowed looking over her frame. "I try," He said quietly in response to her telling him he was cool. Lately he hadn't felt very cool, he was sort of in the dumps. Not having any company to spend time with, his business was slowed down some. He was bored, and he felt old in that aspect. He had no parties, or friends who weren't busy with their families and lives. Furthermore, he had tried to maintain his youth and in doing so, had lost an aspect of his life that he didn't even know he wanted. Aaron nearly reached out and touched her ass as she bent over. His eyes were wide on it, her bikini bottom had ridden up on her to the point where it was nearly a thong. He could feel his manhood growing and getting harder, as well his body was getting hotter he knew this was going to be a Summer of Hell. Especially with such a young, sexy cock tease stomping around his house. When she said Here goes nothing, Aaron almost agreed just to say something instead of sitting there awkwardly and silently. Then she jumped into the pool splashing water up onto the edge and onto Aaron. Wiping the small bit of water that splashed onto his face off, he watched as she resurfaced. She was damn fine, and her chest looked like it wanted to be in Aaron's hands. Or at least in his mind it did, Aaron had to readjust himself before she would notice the bulge in the front of his shorts. As Paige splashed to the surface she splashed around giggling "aren't you going to come in and swim uncle?" she began bouncing her way through the water to the edge of the pool pulling just the top of herself up to lean on it. Her eyes stared at him expectantly as she waited." We should just have a big BBQ and pool party one of these days I could invite my girlfriends and my boyfriend over for you to meet." she figured that might be a good way to present the boyfriend thing so she went for it. Her hair was slicked back from the water, and her intense eyes glimmered under the sun, she actually looked happy with excitement she hadn't felt in some time. "This summer is going to be great we are going to have so much fun." She dropped from the edge sinking under then kicked off the side and swam underwater part of the way across before resurfacing and swimming to the opposite end. As she reached the side she pulled herself up and out sitting with her legs dangling in the water as she leaned back closing her eyes as the sun beat down on her fair skin. She made a suggestion to him that they should have a big baroque, and that was something that Aaron would normally be okay with. He wasn't the type to say no to these sorts of things, but her friends, and her "boyfriend" were young. People that he didn't know too, he had too many valuables that could too easily be just picked up and put into a purse or jacket and be gone. He didn't want to disappoint his niece, but he also had no interest in being stolen from. Being young, those are some of the things you don't think about, but having random people over at your house was never a good idea. When she finally came back up out of the water, Aaron took a deep breath and watched as she laid back. Her chest, he just couldn't get over how perfect it was, how perfect her body was. She was insanely gorgeous, and it was no wonder she had a boyfriend, she probably wanted him to come over so they could hook up. "Well, your mom brought you here to keep you away from doing things that you shouldn't do, things that she wouldn't want you to do," Aaron began, he stopped a thought about his words carefully, he didn't want to upset her or make her want to scream and leave. He wanted her to have a good image of him in her mind, wanted her to look up to him. "We'll see, I'm not sure if I can trust your friends to just come over and have a party at my house, I've got a lot of valuable stuff you know," He said Aaron placed his palms against the smooth tile around the pool, he was eying her hard. He was trying to figure out if she was clean-shaven, or if she was one of those small tuft of pubes girls. He wondered what her nipples looked like, then the mental image of her on her knees, mascara running from her gagging on his thick hard cock. His dick twitched in excitement, and Aaron slipped off into the pool. He didn't want her to see, or notice that he was practically fully erect, that would be an awkward situation. Paige frowned when he dashed her hopes for a party, but she did understand. It just meant she would have to rethink how to get some fun time in with her boyfriend later. For now though the sun felt great on her skin and she could feel the couple drinks of beer she had taken and liked the tingling sensation that she was beginning to feel. She could hear her uncle as he climbed into the water, her eyes opened, and she glanced towards him. "What do you do for fun uncle Aaron? Do you have hot girlfriends come over for a midnight jacuzzi? She giggled teasing him a little. Her beer was on the other side of the pool and the sun had dried her body quickly. She stood and walked over picking it up she downed the rest of it contents. Her eyes watched her uncle and she thought to herself that he was a pretty handsome guy. She had never noticed that before of course why would she is was her uncle not to mention she hadn't seen him in years. But he must have girls around, no way was he just here on his own all the time. Paige looked around finding the recycle can and tossed the can. She then walked over and grabbed another. "Fuck it" she thought may as well get a buzz and have some kind of fun if she was going to be stuck here alone. Aaron sat in the shallow end of the pool, he slicked his hair back and looked over to her. He laughed at her question, and wished he had hotties coming over for a midnight pool party. But that wasn't the case, not for him, sure he went to bars and picked up girls, brought them home every once in a blue moon. But it wasn't his thing, he would much rather find something more serious. Rather than a one-night stand, but a man had his desires. And his were very much so unchecked. "No, none of the hotties come over here for midnight dips," Aaron responded. He wasn't exactly sure what to say, or do in this position. He after all was still in a predicament where his erection would be completely visible should he stand up. "You could be that midnight hottie," He said with a quiet laugh, before realizing what he said. "I mean, for someone else, your boyfriend," Aaron stammered Fuck! That's just great now she's going to tell sis I sexually harassed her, thought Aaron. He laid back against the water trying to think of something to say. He didn't even realize that with the position he was in, she would EASILY be able to see the outline of his thick cock. Something that he was proud of showing off to women, but to her, it was something he didn't ever want her to know about. It wasn't like he didn't like the sight of a beautiful woman showing off her body, no Aaron liked that too much. The front of his shorts showed it. If she just glanced over to him, she wouldn't be able to notice, but if she actually looked at him, she would be able to see the difference in size just beneath the surface of the water. Paige chuckled when he said there were no midnight hotties. She had to think about his last words for a minute, did she hear him right did he just say she could be that midnight hottie. Her mouth fell slightly open, and she turned looking over to him in time to see him struggle to pull his foot out of his mouth. It didn't matter what he said afterward he had said it and she couldn't pretend she hadn't heard. Of course, she nearly dropped her fresh beer when her eyes plainly saw in their view his semi hard cock pressed against his shorts. "Oh...my...god" she thought to herself in disbelief. She spun around quickly and faced her back squarely towards the pool. Her eyes were widely open, and her cheeks became flushed, she couldn't believe what she had just seen. The only way to handle this was to act as though it had never happened. So slightly worried about turning back again she quickly tried to figure out something she could occupy herself with until he was done with having an erection. Did he know what was happening or why she had looked away so quickly? She had to wonder how embarrassed he must or could be at this very same moment." Uncle Aaron I think I will go change and watch some TV." she didn't wait for a response but moved her legs fast to the bedroom and tossed off her bikini she hadn't even bothered with panties but simply slipped on her tiny sweat shorts and a white tank top without a bra and plopped down on her bed flicking through the channels for something half way decent Aaron hadn't even noticed her turn around or anything change at all. Once she spoke, and said she was going to go inside, Aaron then realized what just happened. He didn't mind so much, it was a natural thing for a penis to get hard. But it was embarrassing that his niece had to see that. He tried to say something as she disappeared into the house, he sat up and looked back to the house watching her tight ass walk away. Aaron sighed loudly, and finally rose up out of the pool. Grabbing a towel from the towel rack outside, he dried off and went to work out a little bit more before heading inside. It took him nearly twenty minutes to finish working out, which had given him time to calm himself. He didn't know what to say or do about the situation, so he acted like there was nothing to it. Walking inside, he could hear the sound of a TV on in the house somewhere. Looking into the living room, Aaron didn't find her anywhere, and so he assumed that she was in her temporary room watching TV. This was his opportunity, the one he had missed earlier when his sister arrived with her sexy little girl. Disappearing into the bathroom, Aaron hastily closed the bathroom door and stripped himself of his trunks. Sitting down on the toilet seat cover, he was still partly erect. Reaching up to the counter he pumped out a single pump of lotion into his hand and wrapped his fingers around his cock. Slowly he began stroking up and down the length of it. His head leaned back against the wall behind him. In his mind, a series of images flashed. His prior encounters with women, fantasies that he'd had. Then the only thing that stuck with him, was the image his mind had created of his niece on her knees his cock up to the base in her mouth, her throat squeezing tightly around his shaft. Aaron let out a quiet moan thinking about this, and he never realized in his haste, he'd forgotten to lock the door. Paige grabbed the remote and lowered the sound of the television she swore she had heard her uncle come inside finally. She was getting hungry and was also wondering what he had been up to so long. When he didn't come back and check on her, she decided to go find him. Upon standing, it was clear her little sweat shorts were about a size to small, but she thought they were sexy and at her age she loved being sexy and getting attention from guys. She hadn't much thought about the fact she had no bra on when she stepped out into the hall. Her perky tits pressed against the material making small movements as she walked. Deciding maybe she should wash her hands before dinner she opened the bathroom door as she came to it. What Paige saw when she opened the door was so unexpected and alarming she screamed and slammed the door. "I'm.... I'm so sorry." she yelled out as she ran back to her room so embarrassed she curled up one her bed and put her pillow over her head. She never would be able to face him again this was the worst thing she had ever had happen. She had seen him stroking his hard dick, she couldn't decide if that was disgusting or exciting, but it was her uncle, and he was way older, and she just wanted to die of embarrassment. The sound of the door opening was the last thing on his mind, and up until he heard the scream, he hadn't any idea anyone had even come into the room. Or the fact that the door was unlocked. As she screamed, Aaron nearly came, but the scream threw off his entire mental thought, and he instantly tried to cover himself. But it was too late, the damage had already been done. Looking around as if he didn't know what to do with himself, Aaron waited a moment and stood washing off his hands and his dick. Wiping himself clean, he wadded up the wash cloth he'd used and walked out into the hallway. This was something that they were going to have to talk about, it was something that wasn't going to just be swept under the rug. After tossing the rag into the hamper Aaron continued down the hall until he came to the room that Paige was going to be staying in. He paused for a moment, the mental image still fresh in his brain of her on her knees. He shook his head and gave it a couple of gentle smacks before taking a deep breath. Walking to the doorway he knocked on the frame a couple of times. "Uh... Paige?" He asked poking his head inside. When he saw her she was on the bed with her legs tucked to her chest, a pillow over her head. Clearly what she had seen was something she hadn't wanted to see. This obviously had made her extremely uncomfortable, perhaps she was a virgin and hadn't seen or been with anyone. So the sight of a man masturbating was quite shocking to her. Or perhaps she was simply embarrassed that she had seen her uncle in such an unsightly situation, either way the air needed to be cleared. "I... I'm sorry I, uh, forgot to lock the door, clearly," Aaron began to explain. "Look uhm... I didn't mean for you to see me like that, and so..." Aaron began, his eyes trailing down her legs. Her shorts were super tiny on her, and he could see her ass perfectly. What was worse he could see that she wasn't wearing any panties. He swallowed hard, trying to keep calm, but he couldn't even finish a sentence, his body wanted her. Badly. Paige squeezed the pillow tighter to her head when he came into the room. This was the worst thing ever how could she even look him in the eyes now without seeing him stroking his cock, and he would see her seeing it that was just terrible. But by the same token he was trying to make it better apologizing when she should be the one, "I.should have knocked I'm so embarrassed." she said in a small faint voice from underneath her pillow. Her legs were beginning to fall asleep tucked up like they were so she pushed them out and straight behind her and remained just laying on her belly now. "It's okay really" she couldn't stand talking about this, the image of his hand holding that hard dick was haunting her thoughts. That alone disturbed her because well they were related, and it was just so very wrong to see or think of. She wondered what things were going to be like. Was he thinking about her when he was doing that, he did have a hard on out at the pool. She tensed at that thought as the reality of what he was probably fantasizing about really sunk in to her mind. Paige swallowed nervously hoping he had maybe silently gotten up and left, she could tell her ass cheeks were probably near all the way exposed but didn't want to draw attention by grabbing at her shorts. Aaron could help but watch as she moved positions, when she just moved her legs her perfectly toned ass shifted and went to the bubbly shape it had been in when she was testing the waters at the pool. It was like torture, here she was, a sexy girl laying in his house, already almost half naked. And he couldn't do anything about it, at least, he couldn't without it being wrong. But she was just so extremely tempting laying like she was, he of course would have no reason to use as an excuse for making any advances on her. Then a brilliant idea came to mind, something that he figured he could use. Aaron was already questioning his sanity by this, but he lightly walked across the wooden floor to her bedside. He moved like a mouse, without sound, Aaron eyed her legs, and her plump butt. Aaron slowly reached down, his vision was almost tunneling, he felt sick and excited all at the same time. If she wanted to throw a party, she had to show she wanted it, and was wiling to do what ever it took to make that happen. When Aaron's hands finally made contact with her flesh, he was groping her ass. His fingers on the tops of her cheeks, and his thumbs hooked under towards her inner thighs. He spread her cheeks slowly and jiggled her ass. "You want to throw your little party for your friends and boyfriend, right?" Aaron asked. Releasing her ass he was getting more bold with his actions, although he still wasn't quite sure what he would do, or why he was doing it. He was so horny, and had pent-up all the excitement over the last year he hadn't been laid. Aaron gave her ass a gentle spank, watching her butt jiggle after his hand had made contact with her. Aaron grinned, and smacked her ass again a little more roughly this time. "I'll let you throw your party, but you have to show me there is something for me in it," Aaron told her. He wasn't kidding, not anymore at least, a part in him had snapped. One of two things would happen, she would either agree, or she would try to run away and tell her mother. Either way, whatever she chose, Aaron was going to get what he wanted. Even if he had to take it from her, she came into his space, and now he was going to come into hers. Paige could hear her uncle walking faintly and assumed he had left the room until she heard his voice almost at the same time she felt his hands grip her ass cheeks. She was frozen no this couldn't be happening oh god she thought, her stomach instantly felt sick from the mixture of shock and disbelief in what was happening. She didn't know what to do now, but then he began making his proposition and smacking her ass several times. Not knowing what to do fearful of what he might do next and knowing she was nearly nude as it was she screamed out and curled her legs up trying to flip on her side so she could get off the bed and to her robe hanging on the chair by the window. This was horrible, unbelievable she didn't know what to do now her mom would just say she was lying trying to come home, and she really didn't want to get him into trouble. She felt like she was going to be ill as she didn't know what to do. Nearly falling off the bed she stumbled towards the chair in a bit of a panic. It was so odd though, she wasn't afraid but at the same time she was. She loved him it was her uncle, but now things were forever going to be different why was this happening? She realized just then that she hadn't had a bra on, and he would plainly be able to see her breasts until she could get her robe on that she struggle to grab off the chair. Aaron figured her reaction would be something of the sort, however he didn't expect the scream. Watching her stumble to the chair, Aaron watched as her perky tits bounced with her exaggerated movements. This only furthered his want to make something happen between the two of them. He knew it was wrong, but his body didn't care, and that was overriding his mind's commands for him to stop what he was doing. Aaron walked towards her, and when he was at his arm's reach away from her, he realized just how much smaller than him, she was. He was right though, her ass fit perfectly into the palms of his hands. Aaron moved the chair out of reach of her, Aaron knew what he was doing and thinking was wrong, but that didn't matter any more really. Picking the robe up off the chair, he dangled it in front of her, she had pretty much backed herself into the corner of the room with only the closet behind her. "Did you want to cover yourself up?" He teased before tossing the robe behind him onto the floor. Taking a step closer, Aaron reached out and tugged on her shirt. "All of a sudden you don't like being so revealed?" Aaron questioned He moved closer still, his hand moving to her stomach and forcing her backwards into the corner of the room. Aaron looked over her body, his hands moving to her hips and tugging on her tiny shorts. Pulling them up further on her, he looked down and turned her slightly so he could see her ass. He gave it a rough smack and grinned as he could see the slow outline of the red hand print he'd left on her. "C'mon, you wanted to have your boyfriend come over right?" Aaron asked, his right hand traveling up her side to the small shirt she had on. He lifted it slightly, so the bottoms of her breasts were clearly visible before releasing it. His hand grazed up over her breasts, he could feel her nipple through the fabric of the shirt. "You're not even wearing a bra, I bet you totally want his dick don't you?" Paige made a squealing high-pitched scream as her uncle grabbed the robe and dangled it teasingly in front of her asking if she wanted to cover up. What was happening she asked herself as he backed her into the corner. Her hands were flailing around slapping at his whenever they got close to her body. He managed to grab her shorts and yank them up exposing more of her ass cheeks as her feet scuffled against the wood floor. "Revealed. I. I wasn't trying to." she paused confused realizing maybe she shouldn't have worn such skimpy clothing, but it hadn't even crossed her mind it was her uncle after all." No I.wasn't trying to please I'm sorry." she cried out turning her head towards the side as she put her hands up against his chest to keep him at bay. She screamed even louder when his next move was a smack on her ass. She could feel the burn build as her skin became red in the shape of his hand." Yes I did, but..." she wished her boyfriend was here now, but he wasn't, and she was terrified at what her uncle was going to do next. Would he stop and just scold her for her choice in clothing, or would he violate her further? His last question about her bra and wanting her boyfriends dick caused her to move more forcefully in attempts to get away. She kicked his leg and began pushing as hard as she could. "Even if I do want his dick what does that have to do with you being a fucking pervert." she yelled at him with an angry tone in her voice. "Get away .get away."[/font] Aaron could feel her slapping at his hands trying to get distance away from them. Her hands went to his chest, and she tried pushing him off of her. Aaron was however quite bigger than she was, she spat out at him angrily that he was a pervert, and she wanted him to get away. But at this point he didn't really care what she had to say. Her screams were only going to fall on deaf ears, and there would be no one coming to help her. Feeling her kick his leg, Aaron's hand quickly reached up and tightened around her throat. He wasn't squeezing hard enough to knock her unconscious, but she would certainly feel it, and would realize how helpless she was. "Pervert? Maybe I am, but it sort of runs in this family," Aaron said to her as he licked her lips. Releasing her throat he grabbed her arms at the biceps and lifted her feet off the ground, within moments he had swung her over and pinned her back to the bed that she would be occupying. "Well, it is none of my business if you want his dick, but I have a really nice and big one that could do you just fine too," He said with a grin. Taking both of her small wrists in one of his hands he pinned her hands above her head and pushed her shirt up over her perky breasts. He leaned down and put his lips over one of her nipples and rolled his tongue across it, swirling it around her nipple before biting it gently. He dragged his teeth across her nipple before he let it exit his mouth. "I mean, you've already seen it, so I'm sure you are aware as to how good it would feel inside of you," Aaron added Paige's eyes widened as his hand wrapped around her throat squeezing at the very source of her oxygen. She coughed and gasped and skin became flushed in her hysterical panic. Tears had caused her mascara to smear down her cheeks her face was a mess. He let go and she "stop fucker." her feet were dangling from the ground just briefly before her body hit the bed and her hands were pinned above her head. She still had her legs and she began kicking and screaming at him but seemed more angry than scared at this point. "What do you mean it runs in the family you're the only pervert I know of." she barked out but felt her shirt lifting, so her head arched up to look at him, her tits bounced free of the shirt, and she couldn't believe his mouth was sucking and toying with her nipple? Paige's breathing was ragged and cries of defeat escaped her lips as exhaustion kicked in from all the struggling she had done. Goose bumps formed along her skin as his teeth slid over her nipple before releasing it. "Uh no please." He spoke of his cock and the size, and her humiliation came back from catching him jacking off in the bathroom earlier. "I fucking hate you, I am going to tell my mother, and she is going to kill you." she squirmed on last time before becoming still looking up at him. She had kept struggling, and fighting against him, but it was to no avail. All she was doing was tiring herself out more, and the way her skin reacted to his treatment. Aaron didn't even bother explaining all the times her mother had toyed with his mind making him think she wanted to fuck him, all in order to just get a reaction out of him. Perhaps this was payback, or maybe it was just his pent-up frustrations. When she told him she hated him, Aaron looked to her face noticing how her mascara had run, and it only reminded him further of his mental image he'd conjured up of her sucking him off. "Your mother won't believe you, trust me, she thinks I'm incompetent," Aaron said, his free hand pinched her nipple that he hadn't toyed with and rolled it between his fingers. "But you know otherwise," He said with a wicked grin. Tugging on her nipple roughly, Aaron released it and gripped her face with his hand. He forced her to look him in the face, his grin still plastered on his face. "Don't worry, your summer won't be boring, we can have all the fun that we both want," Aaron said, his hand released her face and slid down her body, to her stomach where it made small circles. Then traveled lower to her tiny little shorts. With the way they were pulled up, she had quite the obvious camel toe, and Aaron rubbed firmly at her crotch. He gave her clothed entrance a few gentle pats before he let go of her hands and backed away from her all while unbuttoning his shorts. "We can do this the hard way, or the easy way, which do you prefer?" He asked dropping his shorts to the floor, his cock jutting out off of his body like a steel rod. She started thinking about what he had said about her mother not believing her and she realized he was probably right. She never believed anything she said and already thought she was sleeping around. Paige figured she would just tell her to stop saying horrible things just to be able to come home. She felt sick to her stomach, she wasn't ready for this and especially not with her uncle." Please uncle Aaron I am a virgin don't do this."she figured she was reaching at straws, but maybe he would feel sympathetic or at the least take it easy on her since she was his niece. She wasn't really a virgin she and her boyfriend had been having sex for a couple of months, but her mom hated him because he was several years older than her. She had a thing for older guys, if this wasn't her uncle she would have been all over him because he was totally attractive and had his own place but this was so wrong that she couldn't think of anything else." All summer you are fucking crazy why don't you just stop please maybe.maybe if you take it slower I might.want it." she couldn't believe she had just said that, but she did. "Uncle Aaron I don't want it the hard way please don't hurt me." Hearing her say that she was a virgin was a shock, at first he believed it, but then her words pushed that aside, she was too outspoken too mature acting to be a virgin. And plus she said if they took things slower she would possibly want it. She acted very well, if anything she had a future in Hollywood. She said she didn't want things the hard way, and asked him to not hurt her. He hadn't any intention in hurting her, that was not like him. Sure he was forceful, but he wasn't the violent type, he could be rough and make things hurt, but it was in a good way that he would do that. "You, virgin?" Aaron began, approaching the side of the bed she was on. Aaron's cock twitched with excitement. "I doubt that," He added with a grin. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you, I'm going to make you feel real good," Aaron stated. Leaning down Aaron groped her breasts roughly, pinching her nipples and tugging on them. His cock was rock hard and nearly in her face, looking down to her, Aaron moved his hands up. One hand pushed her hair out of her face, and gathered it behind her head. His other hand extended out his index finger, and he put it into her mouth. Scrubbing her tongue with his finger, he forced her mouth open. "I'm sure you know how to suck dick pretty well," Aaron said grinning, pulling his finger from her mouth he rubbed it along her lips before he gripped the base of his cock and rubbed the tip of it against her lips. His hand that was on her hair gripped down tightly making it impossible for her to go anywhere. "Show me those skills of yours," He demanded. She hated that he could see right through her and frowned when he said he doubted her being a virgin. "Well what's that suppose to mean why do you doubt it?" She was in a panic that he wasn't falling for it or becoming guilt ridden from her fear. Paige would have never thought of him as such a sexually deviate person he was always so sweet to her, well at least from what she remembered, it had been years." But I don't want you to make me feel good.please stop it." she softly begged him to stop but no sooner did she say those words and his body was right there next to hers wrenching her head into his grip and pushing his finger into her mouth. Paige squinted as it was unexpected she didn't want to anger him or bite him after all it was her uncle still, and she'd be there all summer unless she ran off. As soon as he pulled his finger from her warm mouth stating she must know how to suck dick well she gasped, and her cheeks turned bright red. "No.no I don't." she tried to turn her head as his cock moved against her lips, but his grip kept her still and unable to evade the steel hard cock from pushing past her lips. She couldn't believe her uncles cock was entering her mouth. It was huge and hard to fit her mouth around and the length had her gagging as it began hitting the back of her mouth. Paige slapped at his legs trying to make him pull back as her eyes watered in reaction to the gagging.

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2015 Modern World Conquest RP_ IC(MT)

This is the Modern World RP. You can be any nation on Earth in 2015, but you can be a rebel group that doesn't exist. No ISIS, and this can turn into an alternate world. The "goal" is to become the most feared nation, and establish your self as a leading Global Power. Anyone can rise and fall based on your own decisions, so do with that as you wish.IOC Treadles:NS rules apply Herero instant travel No instant military victories Don't tell your opponent how much they lost in a battle Modern Technology is used, but post-modern tech is okay, just research it??? Keep IOC in IOC, and no god modding, nor meta gaming. You are a country during this time. You can be a rebel organization, no ISIS.NO NUKES, WMD's are allowed, but only with my discretion Quality Posts in the IC. No post with only 3 words. One sentence is okay. Hard tech allowed. Drafting Rules: No drafting half a population unless it is reasonable. Realistic drafts please, and no international drafts. If you have any questions, just ask. Accepted Nations:The Dictatorship of Florian Empire: The Islamic State of Afghanistan The Socialist Siberian State: Federal Republic of Germany Western Pacific Territories: Alluded Ahead (debatable)Union of International Empires: Eurasia military co.(PMC)United Federation of Armenia: India The Italian Fascist Republic: The United States of America PMC Organization:Platypus Reborn: Orbit Security Forces Union of International Empires: Eurasia military co.(PMC) Accepted Rebel Groups:Republic of the Cristo: Albania Anti-GobalistaWestern Pacific Territories: Alluded Ahead (debatable)The Aztec Enclave: The/La Guerrilla, also known as the people's force of liberation/La Guerra de la liberation del pueblo. Alluded Ahead. The technical drove down the mountain road. After a bumpy trip, the truck, and the 5 insurgents riding on it, arrived at their destination. The mountain base where the group operated from, refereed to officially as Ahead-Kanadhara. Their leader operated from here, as did most of the group. This group was small, only around 3,500 men to use to fight for their goal. Complete control of Afghanistan. A man holding an RPG-7 walked in front of the driver, demanding what the group was and what they were carrying in Arabic. The driver responded, saying that they were fellow insurgents and that he had moved over 5 men from an overview position. The man let the truck in, and looked as it drove into the mountain pass going into the base before looking at the road and waiting for action to happen. Generals Peng and Putin sit down in an office in being to discuss there conquest plans. Putin: to become the full version of us we need all of Europe and Asia. Then we will have the platform for the entire world. Peng: I understand but why a company that can GL bankrupt then an alliance? Putin: because the more we offer to our mercy or other countries, the more land we can obtain. Peng: Very well. I'll start advertising in south-west Asia and try to conquest as much as I can. Putin: ill start work on Poland and Germany. Send spy planes across your targets and see if there are any other nations out there. Peng: yes sir Out of curiosity general Peng sends a spy plane to the Middle East. They would need that land later anyway January 2nd Russia-Europe border. A flight of four modified B1B lancers fly over the border of Europe and Russia. They're carrying recon equipment to scout the first strip of Poland. They don't find anything and prepare to turn around. The pilots review there findings on things such as the terrain, and temperature. They take pictures of the terrain to show to the Intel officer back at the Moscow base. "Those mountains will be a struggle for our tanks." One pilot said. "Those mountains will only slow us down." Another pilot replies. Later, they land at the Moscow base and give terrain pictures to the Intel officer. He scratches his chin. "Interesting men." "We shall make plans to cross these mountains". He announces. "In the meantime prepare for another sortie." The Intel officer commands. "We need to know how many mountains Poland has." He informs. The pilots salute and walk out of the Intel officers office. They head to the airfield and prepare for another flight. Jorge called he's trusted generals for a meeting. They were organizing an attack against an important bank in Peru, with name is classified." My compatriots, my soldiers, my friends. We are about to send 132 men to attack what some people may call a "bank". Yes, it is a bank. A bank of corruption. A bank of injustice. A bank of-""There are a lot of innocent people there!" Juarez couldn't shut up for a second "Is that what we are? Murderers?!"" Juarez, we are not going to k-""I heard your words! "Kill those pigs," you said! "Don't leave anyone alive", you order- AGH!" Jorge shot him in the leg and ordered guards to put him in the cell." I WON'T ACCEPT INSUBORDINATION, WAS I CLEAR?" Everybody nodded with their heads "In one hour 51 soldiers will dress like civilians and get close to the bank. They will take their guns out. Of course, they are only a distraction. While the police fights the baits, another 51 soldiers will attack on other sides. The other 30 soldiers will be backup. Any problem? No? Then let's go!" Only one hour, and the economy of Peru will go deep in Hell...PD: Sorry for maybe having bad English, again! Berlin:Kaiser Amadeus sat in his chair in the German Federal Chancellery. He knew that Germany needed a standing and stronger army for his ambitions, and the constitution isn't doing him any good. He decided to go about selling the idea to Parliament, but that would have a slim chance. Maybe he could issue an order forcing a change. So he gave a speech to the German public." Guten Morgan, my fellow Germans. Today, I speak to you about matters concerning our state of defense and the army. The current constitution limits Germany's abilities, and places us in a terrible defensive position. The affairs in the Middle East, and around the world can be a threat to our national security, and I want to be ready and armed in an attack. That is why I have asked parliament to change the parts of the constitution that places unfair restrictions on the armed forces, and to create the Germany that lived before World War One." Kaiser Amadeus walked over to parliament, and began to address them about his concerns. President Abdul Ahmed was in his office overlooking the conditions of the nation. Afghanistan was a weak nation that was constantly being taken over by different factions. Ahmed was an imperialist type of leader. He looked to make Afghanistan into a regional power and to unite all the Middle East under one banner. He had already expanded his military. Furthermore, he was eager to send them into battle. Furthermore, he left his office to attend a meeting with his advisers." Gentlemen, we have all the necessary resources to invade one of our neighboring countries. Now we need to do this strategically. Annex the weaker countries than focus on the larger ones. Any suggestions?" The Minister of Domestic Affairs stood up. "I agree with your words, Mr. President, but we have a more important matter at hand. We still have rebels somewhere in the country. We have intelligence giving us a general location of where they are. Furthermore, we have greater numbers, so we can attack directly and destroy them." The leading military general stood up for his turn to speak. "Attacking them directly would be costly in manpower. For all we know, they could be suicide bombers and wait for us to get close enough and blow themselves, and our troops, to bits. We need good intelligence first. Then we can draw up a plan of attack." The President nodded towards the general. He walked over to the map of the country and examined it. "I understand your concern, General. I will take your advice and wait on intelligence first." He turned around and looked at the men. "But I want our men on their toes. If any terrorist attack goes down, I want our men their ASAP looking for the filthy pigs. That is all for now. You all are dismissed." He turned back and looked at his map. "Now where are you boys hiding?" Jan 3The EMC generals in Russia are working hard on a plan to conquest Poland. So far they only have information on the mountains on the east side. Two TU-95s are getting ready for sortie. Meanwhile, a B1B is getting ready for a sortie of Central Europe. They shall start with Germany and work around. These operations will take 17 hours plus landing and refueling. Two hours later the B1B is nearly at the German coast. The pilot turns on his recon equipment as raises altitude as standard procedure to avoid potential radars in the area. Poland. The flight of TU-95s have spread across different parts of Poland." Razor lead to razor two, what do you get?." Razor lead asks." Mountains, rivers, and people, Nothing that would make conquest difficult. Razor two replies." Let's take some snaps and turn around." Razor lead commands." Roger, taking pictures now." Razor two replies. Fifteen minutes later they start there journey back to the Moscow base. They make it two hours later. They walk into the Intel officers office and hand him the pictures." This is progress, I suppose." The Intel officer whines while scratching his hair." What's the problem sir?" Razor lead asks." These people are the problem." The Intel officer replies. "People means revolution, Revolution means we get kicked out of Poland." The Intel officer explains sternly. "I'll have the generals think of something." The Intel officer sighs. "Dismissed." The Intel officer yells. The pilots salute and leave. Jorge was lying at he's couch when a man entered." Sir, I got news for you!" The man handed him some papers." Woah, woah, entering without knocking on the door?! Huh, just locking. Let's see... Interesting... You are dismissed" The man got out of Jorge's house while Jorge was reading the letter. Apparently the attack was a success, but 36 soldiers died and 4 were captured. The other soldiers managed to capture many documents and money before escaping. The money was burned. The documents... Jorge organized a meeting the next day. "Comrades, our men discovered many important documents. However, there is one that is specially useful. To resume, the bank did dirtier things that they usually do. Pacts with mafias, cartels, terrorists, and not only them, many countries are involved" The goal. Baryshnikov looked specially nervous. After drinking a glass of water, he started speaking "For example?" "For example, the military of Russia apparently stole a lot of the money that was going to a mercenary army and kept it. If I remember correctly, didn't you work in the military of Russia?" "LIES!" He started shouting as he moved he's hand towards he's gun "YOU ARE LYING, I WOULDN'T SERVE THE CAPITALIST SYSTEM, NO!" "Huh, I wonder why are you so nervous. You know what? I usually don't allow traitors alive. But you will be an exception. Apparently you have a lot of contacts with mafias all around the world. You will be a spy now" "What if I refuse?!" "Are you really asking that?! You are surrounded! Ugh, I cant believe you are actually a general... Whatever, a spy from now. Everybody is dismissed. Remember, you can't trust anyone!" Jorge went back to he's house with a smile. He couldn't do anything but wondering what will happen with that mercenary group he mentioned... To:CEO Parker Clayton of the Orbit Security Forces Hello. As you know, Germany is not the strongest power, and our military is quite low. We would like to purchase 1 Areas Burke-class destroyer, some AMV-7 Marshall -Main APC's, and ten Sikorsky SH-60 Seahawks. We know this a lot, but we can pay for it, just give us your price. These will not be used for a pointless war, and Germany would benefit from this. Sincerely, Kaiser Amadeus of Germany [quote="The Aztec Enclave";p="26157465"]Jorge was lying at he's couch when a man entered." Sir, I got news for you!" The man handed him some papers." Woah, woah, entering without knocking on the door?! Huh, just locking. Let's see... Interesting... You are dismissed" The man got out of Jorge's house while Jorge was reading the letter. Apparently the attack was a success. The soldiers managed to capture many documents and money before escaping. The money was burned. The documents... Jorge organized a meeting the next day. "Comrades, our men discovered many important documents. However, there is one that is specially useful. To resume, the bank did dirtier things that they usually do. Pacts with mafias, cartels, terrorists, and not only them, many countries are involved" The goal. Baryshnikov looked specially nervous. After drinking a glass of water, he started speaking "For example?" "For example, the military of Russia apparently stole a lot of the money that was going to a mercenary army and kept it. If I remember correctly, didn't you work in the military of Russia?" "LIES!" He started shouting as he moved he's hand towards he's gun "YOU ARE LYING, I WOULDN'T SERVE THE CAPITALIST SYSTEM, NO!" "Huh, I wonder why are you so nervous. You know what? I usually don't allow traitors alive. But you will be an exception. Apparently you have a lot of contacts with mafias all around the world. You will be a spy now" "What if I refuse?!" "Are you really asking that?! You are surrounded! Ugh, I cant believe you are actually a general... Whatever, a spy from now. Everybody is dismissed. Remember, you can't trust anyone!" Jorge went back to he's house with a smile. He couldn't do anything but wondering what will happen with that mercenary group he mentionenOOC: How did I get involved in this? Union of International Empires wrote:The Aztec Enclave wrote:Jorge was lying at he's couch when a man entered." Sir, I got news for you!" The man handed him some papers." Woah, woah, entering without knocking on the door?! Huh, just locking. Let's see... Interesting... You are dismissed" The man got out of Jorge's house while Jorge was reading the letter. Apparently the attack was a success. The soldiers managed to capture many documents and money before escaping. The money was burned. The documents... Jorge organized a meeting the next day. "Comrades, our men discovered many important documents. However, there is one that is specially useful. To resume, the bank did dirtier things that they usually do. Pacts with mafias, cartels, terrorists, and not only them, many countries are involved" The goal. Baryshnikov looked specially nervous. After drinking a glass of water, he started speaking "For example?" "For example, the military of Russia apparently stole a lot of the money that was going to a mercenary army and kept it. If I remember correctly, didn't you work in the military of Russia?" "LIES!" He started shouting as he moved he's hand towards he's gun "YOU ARE LYING, I WOULDN'T SERVE THE CAPITALIST SYSTEM, NO!" "Huh, I wonder why are you so nervous. You know what? I usually don't allow traitors alive. But you will be an exception. Apparently you have a lot of contacts with mafias all around the world. You will be a spy now" "What if I refuse?!" "Are you really asking that?! You are surrounded! Ugh, I cant believe you are actually a general... Whatever, a spy from now. Everybody is dismissed. Remember, you can't trust anyone!" Jorge went back to he's house with a smile. He couldn't do anything but wondering what will happen with that mercenary group he mentionenOOC: How did I get involved in this? All the money that Russia was supposed to pay you was being stolen by the military, as simple as that. But you can thank me for stopping that. Not in the role-play, of course, because you don't know that, but, well, that happened.PD: Why don't your quotes work?PPD: Sorry for posting IOC in the IC thread. TO: The Albania anti-globalist. From: Jorge, La Guerrilla. Subject: Alliance. Message: Hello, my revolutionary comrades. The Albania recently became notable, and our generals had to decide what to do with you. We decided that we share some views, and we decided that an alliance would be very profitable for us and the greater good. We are waiting for your response. -Jorge and the council of generals. Washington D. C, America Andrew stared at the computer screen. He had received an email from La Guerrilla (an organization the AAG worked with several years ago) and was contemplating the effects of this deal. Although he had enjoyed working with them at the time, he had heard recently of their bank job which left 36 of their members dead. Perhaps he could work with them in the future, but for now they were far too risky. He began typing back his message To: La Guerrilla From: the AAG Encryption: Max Although an alliance with you would further our goals in the short term, we feel that with the amount of press you are receiving since your bank job that such a partnership would be unsafe for us. We operate in more of a field of espionage. Although an alliance in the future would perhaps be wanted, at this time, we must regretfully decline your offer. If we need to speak again we will contact you, OHe sent the encrypted email back to the guerrillas. He closed his warm laptop and looked over at the wall of his two-bed hotel room. He saw a clock resting on the wall, and saying that the time was 8:00 A.M. He had a mission to carry out with another AAG member, and it was about a 30-minute drive away.1 hour later... Andrew stood at the front of the Federal Reserve building. He was among about 20 or so other tourists gazing at the Spartan building. Andrew had a film camera, one that you would often see tourists use on their trips, and he began taking pictures of the building. He took about 20 or so and made sure to take pictures of as much of the front area as possible. He even took in the lawns in front of the building. Behind the building was Andrew's partner, Alexander. He did not have a last name, no one in the AAG did except for Antonio and Andrew. Alexander was a Texan, and was among the few Americans that were a part of the AAG. He was conducting a similar task to that of Andrew, only with a digital camera instead. After they had both completed their jobs, they then both walked several blocks away from the building, making sure to walk on opposite sides of the block until they reached a sidewalk that led to a white van that was parked right next to it. They hopped inside and drove off back to the Ghettos were they would get the pictures developed... Union of International Empires wrote:Jan 3The EMC generals in Russia are working hard on a plan to conquest Poland. So far they only have information on the mountains on the east side. Two TU-95s are getting ready for sortie. Meanwhile, a B1B is getting ready for a sortie of Central Europe. They shall start with Germany and work around. These operations will take a week plus landing and refueling. Then the generals will plan there attack. Two hours later the B1B is nearly at the German coast. The pilot turns on his recon equipment as raises altitude as standard procedure to avoid potential radars in the area. Poland. The flight of TU-95s have spread across different parts of Poland. "Razor lead to razor two, what do you get?." Razor lead asks." Mountains, rivers, and people, Nothing that would make conquest difficult. Razor two replies." Let's take some snaps and turn around." Razor lead commands. "Roger, taking pictures now." Razor two replies. Fifteen minutes later they start there journey back to the Moscow base. They make it two hours later. They walk into the Intel officers office and hand him the pictures. "This is progress, I suppose." The Intel officer whines while scratching his hair. "What's the problem sir?" Razor lead asks. "These people are the problem." The Intel officer replies. "People means revolution, Revolution means we get kicked out of Poland." The Intel officer explains sternly. "I'll have the generals think of something." The Intel officer sighs. "Dismissed." The Intel officer yells. The pilots salute and leave. To Kaiser Amadeus Unfortunately, we are not selling our fleet of vehicles. However, we can provide their service to you. They will listen to your orders and do as you command. As long as you pay ORBIT, of course. Including all the forces that you requested, the estimated cost would be around 1.3 Billion dollars. Inform us if you would like to purchase our services. With regards, P. Clayton, CEO of ORBIT.--------------------------------Mr. Clayton turned to his young assistant with a smug grin on his face. "Inform My son that the Germans are planning to hire our services. Send him this report detailing what they requested, and also inform him that it may not be final"." Of course Sir"--------------------------------Meanwhile, in the Mediterranean The OSF "Faith Bandit""Captain Clayton, Sir. We have an incoming message from Command" Reported the Lieutenant in command of communications for the ship. The Captain read the report over and gave a wide grin to the helmsman. "Set course to German waters, prepare the men and sailors". He turned to the man who just gave him the report "Send word to the OSF New Divide (a Wasp-Class Amp. Carrier) to meet us 105 miles off the coast of Germany" January 4thThe generals have postponed the plans for a polish invasion to a later date. The bomber that flew over Germany detected there military. "It's there but it's weak." The pilot states. "Very well." General Putin replies. "We must start work on attack on Germany!" Putin announces. "Send three Ohio class submarines to the Atlantic coast of Europe." General Putin commands. "We will use these positions for defense against any counter-attack." Putin explains. "We must also send carriers to the northern ocean of Norway." General Putin adds. "That will be our Ariel position for the attack." General Putin declares. "This will be our basic plan." General Putin announces. "Report back to me when there is a full plan in place." General Putin commands. The generals start to talk to one another about the flaws in the plan." What about our tanks?" One commander asks. "We need to hold ground somehow." He adds." Agreed, but we can't attack head on." One general points out. "It will be too costly." He says worriedly." Well ask Poland if they need protection." One general suggests. "Then our tanks will have a place to launch from." The general explains." Yes those are great tactics but there to high profile." One general rebutted. "Other nations will know of our plans if we try that." The general stands up from his seat. "Haven't you heard of private telegrams!?" The general shouts." My mistake sir." The other general replies." Now about our sea-born attacks. The general says as he sits back in his seat. One general stands from his seat. "If were going to have submarines in the pacific we need battleships and aircraft carriers there as well. The general says." Yes but how many?" The other general asks." Three battleships and two carriers for the Atlantic, and two battleships and a sub for the Norway coast fleet." The general responses." Yes I see." The general replies stretching his head. "Very well." The general sighs. "Get the ships and land forces ready and have advertisers focus on Poland." The general commands. "I'll tell general Putin of our plan." He announces. "DISMISSED." The general yells. The other commanders leave and the general heads for Putin office. Alluded Ahead. Mafasa looked at his subordinates. The Afghanistan government was actively hunting down groups like Alluded Ahead. They could always be subject to the nation's army attacking, if they did, the group may be wiped out. Mufasa spoke, saying "Brothers! Thanks to the pigs in the capital place our righteous band of brothers in danger! We are here to discuss how we need to appropriately handle the situation. Any ideas?" A subordinate spoke up, saying "There's a road connecting with Hold. We could attack and destroy the villages in that area and prepare a defense." Mufasa replied, saying "Good. We shall attack Hold. However, we are not going to defend. This will be a simple attack run. You hear me?" The subordinates all replied yes.Afterward, a group of 500 men were mobilized from the area, armed with AK-47's, Beds, and RPG-7's with many more guns to chose from. They would ride to Hold, killing anyone who interfered, and burn the area to the ground. Then, they would scatter and destroy their vehicles to make locating them all the harder. It was a suicide nation, with the leader's fierce unwillingness to submit to terrorism, but these men would proudly die for their cause. The Aztec Enclave wrote:TO: The Albania anti-globalist. From: Jorge, La Guerrilla. Subject: Alliance. Message: Hello, my revolutionary comrades. The Albania recently became notable, and our generals had to decide what to do with you. We decided that we share some views, and we decided that an alliance would be very profitable for us and the greater good. We are waiting for your response. -Jorge and the council of generals.I'm Russia and china Republic of the Cristo wrote:Washington D. C, America Andrew stared at the computer screen. He had received an email from La Guerrilla (an organization the AAG worked with several years ago) and was contemplating the effects of this deal. Although he had enjoyed working with them at the time, he had heard recently of their bank job which left 36 of their members dead. Perhaps he could work with them in the future, but for now they were far too risky. He began typing back his message To: La Guerrilla From: the AAG Encryption: Max Although an alliance with you would further our goals in the short term, we feel that with the amount of press you are receiving since your bank job that such a partnership would be unsafe for us. We operate in more of a field of espionage. Although an alliance in the future would perhaps be wanted, at this time, we must regretfully decline your offer. If we need to speak again we will contact you, OHe sent the encrypted email back to the guerrillas. He closed his warm laptop and looked over at the wall of his two-bed hotel room. He saw a clock resting on the wall, and saying that the time was 8:00 A.M. He had a mission to carry out with another AAG member, and it was about a 30-minute drive away.1 hour later...(Image)Andrew stood at the front of the Federal Reserve building. Furthermore, he was among about 20 or so other tourists gazing at the Spartan building. Andrew had a film camera, one that you would often see tourists use on their trips, and he began taking pictures of the building. He took about 20 or so and made sure to take pictures of as much of the front area as possible. He even took in the lawns in front of the building. Behind the building was Andrew's partner, Alexander. He did not have a last name, no one in the AAG did except for Antonio and Andrew. Alexander was a Texan, and was among the few Americans that were a part of the AAG. He was conducting a similar task to that of Andrew, only with a digital camera instead. After they had both completed their jobs, they then both walked several blocks away from the building, making sure to walk on opposite sides of the block until they reached a sidewalk that led to a white van that was parked right next to it. They hopped inside and drove off back to the Ghettos were they would get the pictures developed... Republic of the Cristo wrote:Washington D. C, America Andrew stared at the computer screen. He had received an email from La Guerrilla (an organization the AAG worked with several years ago) and was contemplating the effects of this deal. Although he had enjoyed working with them at the time, he had heard recently of their bank job which left 36 of their members dead. Perhaps he could work with them in the future, but for now they were far too risky. He began typing back his message To: La Guerrilla From: the AAG Encryption: Max Although an alliance with you would further our goals in the short term, we feel that with the amount of press you are receiving since your bank job that such a partnership would be unsafe for us. We operate in more of a field of espionage. Although an alliance in the future would perhaps be wanted, at this time, we must regretfully decline your offer. If we need to speak again we will contact you, OHe sent the encrypted email back to the guerrillas. He closed his warm laptop and looked over at the wall of his two-bed hotel room. He saw a clock resting on the wall, and saying that the time was 8:00 A.M. He had a mission to carry out with another AAG member, and it was about a 30-minute drive away.1 hour later...(Image)Andrew stood at the front of the Federal Reserve building. Furthermore, he was among about 20 or so other tourists gazing at the Spartan building. Andrew had a film camera, one that you would often see tourists use on their trips, and he began taking pictures of the building. He took about 20 or so and made sure to take pictures of as much of the front area as possible. He even took in the lawns in front of the building. Behind the building was Andrew's partner, Alexander. He did not have a last name, no one in the AAG did except for Antonio and Andrew. Alexander was a Texan, and was among the few Americans that were a part of the AAG. He was conducting a similar task to that of Andrew, only with a digital camera instead. After they had both completed their jobs, they then both walked several blocks away from the building, making sure to walk on opposite sides of the block until they reached a sidewalk that led to a white van that was parked right next to it. They hopped inside and drove off back to the Ghettos were they would get the pictures developed... Jorge grunted and eliminated the message after reading it. Damn, this is not getting good. The generals told him that one of the captured soldiers apparently spitted some information and one of the outposts was attacked. No one survived, and 21 bodies are missing. Some soldiers deserted as well, and during the last meeting two generals tried to kill him. In result, Jorge lost he's eye. He can still remember it:"Gentleman, we are here again for another meeting. As you may know, the government of Peru found and destroyed one of our outposts. If our reports are correct, now we only have 843 members left, considering the amount of deserting in the army" Pablo Herrera got up "This wouldn't have happened if you weren't so mad! For example, was the attack against the bank useful at all?! We lost good men because of your naive and crazy ideology!" Ramiro Grant tried to calm him, but he also nodded with he's head "This is getting out of control. Jorge, I have been loyal to you all this time, so please hear me: Give up or let someone else control La Guerrilla. You just aren't a good leader" Jorge patiently waited for them to finish. Then he started to talk: "A change would be a massive hit to our stability. We will stay this way. Also, considering how our numbers are getting lower, I would say that it is time we do our final attack and send all of our army against the military base of Piura" "ARE YOU MAD?! THIS WILL BE OUR END! I WON'T LET EVERYONE IN LA GUERRILLA DIE WITH YOUR MADNESS!" Pablo grabbed he's gun quickly and shot. Jorge avoided the shot, but while the loyal generals tried to hold Pablo, Ramiro walked towards him and tried to stab him. Again he was able to avoid it, but the knife went straight to he's eye before someone shot Ramiro. The next day he ordered the army to attack Piura's military base with everything, the tanks, the 843 soldiers, the transportation plane with some modifications, and one or two missiles. If La Guerrilla wins, the war will be over in a few hours, if they don't, it's over...PD: Union of International Empires, really? I thought you were a mercenary group... Then ignore what I said. Anyway, say those things in the IOC, please! Alluded Ahead. The insurgent task force managed to quickly move to Hold with little resistance from anyone, and they had the advantage of surprise. They closed in on Hold, and shortly, became visible to the insurgent army. The 500 men, armed with their weapons would surely take the city. If not, they could just destroy it. A truck carrying 3 insurgents in its back, one armed with an RPG, stood up. The man with the RPG fired at a house, and it exploded. Ready for fighting, the men quickly drove into the city's streets, gunning down anyone that was visible. The convoy stopped in a large road and began to fire their rockets at the houses, to destroy them and kill anyone inside. It was a slaughter fest, and they knew the Afghan army would surely respond. With this knowledge, they continued to destroy, plunder, and kill. Platypus Reborn wrote:To Kaiser Amadeus Unfortunately, we are not selling our fleet of vehicles. However, we can provide their service to you. They will listen to your orders and do as you command. As long as you pay ORBIT, of course. Including all the forces that you requested, the estimated cost would be around 1.3 Billion dollars. Inform us if you would like to purchase our services. With regards, P. Clayton, CEO of ORBIT.--------------------------------Mr. Clayton turned to his young assistant with a smug grin on his face. "Inform My son that the Germans are planning to hire our services. Send him this report detailing what they requested, and also inform him that it may not be final"." Of course Sir"--------------------------------Meanwhile, in the Mediterranean (Image)The OSF "Faith Bandit""Captain Clayton, Sir. We have an incoming message from Command" Reported the Lieutenant in command of communications for the ship. The Captain read the report over and gave a wide grin to the helmsman. "Set course to German waters, prepare the men and sailors". He turned to the man who just gave him the report "Send word to the OSF New Divide (a Wasp-Class Amp. Carrier) to meet us 105 miles off the coast of Germany"To:P. Clayton, CEO of ORBISGermany will pay the 1.3 billion dollars, and seek to hold their services. Sincerely, Kaiser Amadeus Deutscher Bundestag:Kaiser Amadeus sat before the German Parliament, asking them to amend the constitution. But they believe that he just wants to be a warmonger, and the case is being stalled. With all the possible military actions that Germany can be involved in, it is important that the Parliament convenes to discuss the matters of defense. The politicians argue about the negative effects of this action, but Kaiser Amadeus sticks with all the positives. With the Parliament knowing that the Kaiser is not going to change his mind, they hold a vote. This is the first day, and the votes will not count to the official document change, but can lead to it. For Amending the Constitution: 345Against it: 286With the things going on in Afghanistan, Kaiser Amadeus decided to talk personally with the Defense Minister. With the goals of having him agree with possible military intervention, however, this is unlikely. The Defense Minister is staunchly against military activism." Have you heard of the plans we spotted heading over Germany?" The Defense Minister says." No, who are they from?"-Kaiser Amadeus"Possibly some rogue military faction, but this is unlikely. Maybe one of those PMCs? Our radar and satellite images report some strange activity above the skies."'-Defense Minister"Well, I am not worried about it. If further action occurs, report to me immediately. One thing I wanted to talk about is the defense of this country. Can we defend our selves in an attack? I'm worried about the military restrictions."-Kaiser Amadeus"Yes sir. Our defense is pretty good, we just need some foreign support if the military action is beyond our reach."" Alright. Give me more information about it. Can we invade a country if the times come?" No, but we can build it up."" Good, this will end this meeting." Kaiser Amadeus then stood up, shook hands with the Defense Minister, and left. The general from the meeting presented the plan to Putin. "Very good general." He complimented. "However we need recon planes over Germany at all times." He said sternly. "We need to know of any German movement." He added. "Yes sir the general replied." An hour later the generals give instructions to the troops in an army wide braking. Some were there, some were watching from TVs or tablets. After the briefing, the army prepares for deployment. The Norway ships were being fueled and loaded along with the aircraft aboard the carriers. The Atlantic fleet was finishing its load up and preparing for their departure. The government planned on drafting 500,000 more people in case they go to war. Defenses were being prepared at the western border in case there was a counter-attack. Norway coast fleet. January 13thThey had just made it to the coast and are preparing the bombers and fighters for sortie. Pilots were given strict orders to attack anything German. They are well-trained, and well-disciplined pilots along with our solders on the ground. They were on standby for the attack order from the admiral. Furthermore, they were ready for anything. "FOR THE MOTHERLAND!" Some pilots shouted. "GERMANY SHALL FALL BEFORE US!" Another yelled. It would take 20 minutes for all the planes to take off and 3 hours to arrive. Atlantic coast fleet January 13thThe submarines had long range bunker buster missiles ready for a capital building strike. They also have sonar active for defense. The carriers have interception planes and a-10 thunderbolts on standby for battles against aircraft and ships. So far they haven't seen any activity After a meeting with some generals, Jorge called all the few remaining soldiers for a speech." My loyal soldiers! Some may think we won the battle. Some may think we lost it because of the amount of lives it costed. Both are right. But none is. While we neutralized the base, true, there is only... 157 of us left. Not enough to defend ourselves if the oppressive government of Peru decides to make a counter-attack. But not everything is lost. Did any of you ever heard of an unreclaimed land between Egypt and Sudan? (IOC: There is actually an unreclaimed land between Egypt and Sudan, I cant remember the name) We will go there with our transportation plane with almost miraculously survived, and of course with some of the vehicles we captured here (For example, 5 hunters and 2 choppers) and all the fuel we can take in this base, and we will fly over there. There we will make our paradise. Who is with me?" Most people cheered, but there were some voices that screamed "F*ck you, Jorge!". With the help of, well, destroying all the communications in the base, Jorge, 3 generals and 121 soldiers (The other 36 soldiers deserted) flew undetected to the unreclaimed zone they baptized "Paris del trabajador (Worker's paradise)". Or maybe they were detected, but considering that they are flying to an empty desert, there isn't really a reason to attack them... For now. Soon times may change and communism might become a threat to some people again. For now, Jorge realized that money is needed and transformed La Guerrilla into a cheap mercenary army. Only destiny knows the future... January 13th, Afternoon"Captain, Our LRS is picking up two fleets. One off the coast of the Denmark-German border and another in Norwegian maritime territory"The Captain turned to his Chief Communications Officer, LT. Markets, and gave a worried glance to his TO. "Inform High command, and tell any nearby OSF ships to divert their course to us" Platypus Reborn wrote:January 13th, Afternoon"Captain, Our LRS is picking up two fleets. One off the coast of the Denmark-German border and another in Norwegian maritime territory"The Captain turned to his Chief Communications Officer, LT. Markets, and gave a worried glance to his TO. "Inform High command, and tell any nearby OSF ships to divert their course to us"Eurasian submarine Jan 13The sub's sonar has detected ships coming towards Germany. "Captain, we have picked up multiple unknown ships exerting our radars." A radar operator shouts. "I see." The captain replies. "Arm the guns then wait." the captain commands. "Don't fire if they don't seem hostile." He adds. "Yes sir." The crew arms two torpedoes. Then they wait for any hostile actions from the ships. The President was in a meeting with his cabinet members. They were discussing the future of the nation." If we pass this law, it will help the economy of the nation by upping—" as he was in the middle of his sentence, a man came bursting in the door and had a frightened look on his face." Mr. President, an informer of ours sent me a message. The message said that a group of terrorists were heading towards the city of Hold! We must send a force their to deploy there!" The President had a surprised look on his face. His surprise soon turned to anger. The general walked up to the president." Mr. President, we were moving a force around that territory. Would you want me to change their course and send them to defend the city of Hold?"" Send the forces at once!" the President shouted." Yes sir," the general responded. He immediately walked out of the room. Near Holman force of around 540 soldiers, accompanied by 32 APC's, were supposed to be regrouping with another division in a nearby city. The man in charge, Major Kye, was walking when he got this message. Code: Select all Message from HQ 1Terrorists headed towards Hold. Need your men to change direction and head towards the city and defend it. This is urgent so move with speed. The Major read this message and said "Change of plans, men. We need to move quick towards Hold. It's under attack. So let's get moving." When they arrived, they saw they were too late. Civilians had been gunned down, buildings had been burned, and the smell of death filled the air. The Major sent a message back to HQ, "We were too late, they already burned the city." After the major sent that, he ordered the men to search the remaining parts of the city for any remaining terrorists. Florian Empire wrote:The President was in a meeting with his cabinet members. They were discussing the future of the nation. "If we pass this law, it will help the economy of the nation by upping—" as he was in the middle of his sentence, a man came bursting in the door and had a frightened look on his face. "Mr. President, an informer of ours sent me a message. The message said that a group of terrorists were heading towards the city of Hold! We must send a force their to deploy there!" The President had a surprised look on his face. His surprise soon turned to anger. The general walked up to the president. "Mr. President, we were moving a force around that territory. Would you want me to change their course and send them to defend the city of Hold?" "Send the forces at once!" the President shouted. "Yes sir," the general responded. He immediately walked out of the room. Near Holman force of around 540 soldiers, accompanied by 32 APC's, were supposed to be regrouping with another division in a nearby city. The man in charge, Major Kye, was walking when he got this message. Code: Select all Message from HQ 1Terrorists headed towards Hold. Need your men to change direction and head towards the city and defend it. This is urgent so move with speed. The Major read this message and said "Change of plans, men. We need to move quick towards Hold. It's under attack. So let's get moving." When they arrived, they saw they were too late. Civilians had been gunned down, buildings had been burned, and the smell of death filled the air. The Major sent a message back to HQ, "We were too late, they already burned the city." After the major sent that, he ordered the men to search the remaining parts of the city for any remaining terrorists. After fast hearing the news (Usually when whole cities are burned down that information gets spread quickly) Jorge felt like that could be a good oportunity.TO: Abdul Ahmed.FROM: Jorge, La Guerrilla.SUBJECT: Negotiation. Hi, I heard you recently suffered the attack of terrorists. Maybe you heard of La Guerrilla, the communist rebellion in Peru, Colombia and the north of Chile. We recently escaped that cursed zone with 121 men, 2 choppers and 5 hunters. We also heard you are not in a very good position, economically. For only $5,000,000 (We accept other offers) you will be able to hire us. You can either control our soldiers directly or let me use them for you. We hope to help you,-Jorge Sanchez. With luck, everything could get better with La Guerrilla. Washington DC, 5 central The AAG was operating inside a 5 central flophouse, just outside the ghettos. They had bought out rooms 17, and 18. They had been using them as a staging point for their Washington operations for over month now. Furthermore, they had knocked down the wall that had been separating the two rooms. This allowed them a larger working space without having to go out into the hallway in order to get to another room. At the end of the room, Andrew was standing in front of the wall, where he had nailed his film photos on a board. Next to them where Alexander's digital photos. There were 5 men in the room at the moment. They were all standing around quietly.... waiting.... waiting... until finally the door in room 17 opened up. A man in a navy blue jacket, and cap walked into the room. " Sorry I was late guys." he said as he walked up to his comrades. " Work held me over for a bit." Andrew simply nodded and held his hand out. " Did you get the pictures?" The man fished in his jacket and pulled out a hard drive and handed it to Andrew. Andrew gripped the small device and walked over to the computer at the back of the room. He plugged it into the tower. He tapped some of the icons on his computer screen, and he began to project the information on the hard drive into a projector, and in turn it sent the image on to the wall with the photos nailed on it. It was a picture of the entrance of the Federal Reserve. When Andrew clicked the next button of the photos on his computer, it led them into the entrance into the Federal Reserve. For the last year, they had had Ivan (the man in the Navy blue jacket). The hard drive contained over 1,000 pictures of his movements in the Federal Reserve over the last 5 months. For the next 6 hours they went over the pictures. Finally, when they were done, Andrew wiped his face" Okay, now, we know where they are meeting, do we have the... the..." He started snapping trying to find the word. A man with a distinctly Arab accent spoke up" Suits?" " YEAH! That's the word... I am exhausted guys. Um, so Ivan, security protocol is that in case of an attack a helicopter will land on the roof of the Fed and escort the board members to a safe location right?" Ivan woke up from his chair and jolted out the words" Um Correct!" Andrew nodded," good, you will be escorting me there." Andrew stood up and walked to the front of the room. " Okay, we wait a week, and I want you all to prepare mentally for this. If this succeeds, we will have all but destroyed the international banking system. Oh, rah." he gave the half-hearted salute. The group replied similarly. " Oh rah." Jan 14th Atlantic coast fleet. 12:45 am"When will the admiral order the launch?" A gunner asks. "I don't know." Another replied. It was the same way for the Norway maritime coast as well. It had been nearly a day since there arrival. The troops slowly started to think there wasn't going to be an attack. Suddenly the radio turned on for the entire military. "Attention troops!" Admiral Markov barked. 'We are ready to commence operation lighting bolt, You will be given instructions shortly." The admiral explained. "Good luck and god speed." The Atlantic coast subs immediately rise to the surface for launch. They're armed with one bunker buster missile. And 17 MOAB strength missiles. 5 minutes later they launch the missiles. They fly at high altitudes to avoid radars. The MOAB strength missiles are heading for military installations all across Germany. The bunker buster is for the capital. The missiles point to their targets and increase speed. Norway coast 15 minutes after the launch. All the invasion aircraft have taken off and are heading for the capital. They were to take the outer parts of the city then work there way in. It would take three hours for the planes to arrive. All the pilots sit in their seat, trying not to be nervous about the bloodbath there heading to. Some of the fighter pilots were still patriotic, and continued to cheer the flights on as they make way to Berlin. "Who knows what will happen after this." A pilot sighed. He looked to his side, then to his other side. "I fight for my family." The pilot reminded himself. "I don't care what happens to Germany unless it harms me or my family." He said. They continued there flight, hoping the operation will go as planned. Suddenly a giant ship appeared out of Ocean next to the Russian fleet." Ohy my goodness, Dmitri it's the Titanic"The Titanic destroyed the Russian fleet"Chuck Norris was then shot out of the Titanic's main cannon. Chuck Norris shot down all the Russian jets while in midair and then landed, and then killed the entire army, and killed Putin and his bear. THE END Platypus Reborn wrote:Suddenly a giant ship appeared out of Ocean next to the Russian fleet." Ohy my goodness, Dmitri it's the Titanic"The Titanic destroyed the Russian fleet"Chuck Norris was then shot out of the Titanic's main cannon. Chuck Norris shot down all the Russian jets while in midair and then landed, and then killed the entire army, and killed Putin and his bear. THE End is that post. Its crap. Union of International Empires wrote:Platypus Reborn wrote:Suddenly a giant ship appeared out of Ocean next to the Russian fleet." Ohy my goodness, Dmitri it's the Titanic"The Titanic destroyed the Russian fleet"Chuck Norris was then shot out of the Titanic's main cannon. Chuck Norris shot down all the Russian jets while in midair and then landed, and then killed the entire army, and killed Putin and his bear. THE End is that post. Its crap. It's a joke. This thread and this RP is over due to the OP being DEATH'ed. Western Pacific Territories wrote:Union of International Empires wrote:WTF is that post. Its crap. It's a joke. This thread and this RP is over due to the OP being DEATH'ed. Oh. Sorry about that. It was pretty funny New Delhi, India India was caste-free and secular since 2014. The davits now has better future someday. New Delhi is the new capital of India as the previous one, Delhi, was destroyed by an earthquake three years ago. Many Hindus opposes the secular government, but can't resist militarily. Aksai Chinampa Chin was Ground Zero for the territorial rivalry between India and China. Both the PLA border guards and the BSF has been clashing for over 10 years now. Armenia wrote:New Delhi, India India was caste-free and secular since 2014. The davits now has better future someday. New Delhi is the new capital of India as the previous one, Delhi, was destroyed by an earthquake three years ago. Many Hindus opposes the secular government, but can't resist militarily. Aksai Chinampa Chin was Ground Zero for the territorial rivalry between India and China. Both the PLA border guards and the BSF has been clashing for over 10 years now. Indian airspace Jan 17th"Looks like military stations." A pilot said discouraged. "India has always had a military, we don't need an organized military right now." Another pilot replied. "Take some snapshots and report to general Peng." The pilot commanded. "Yes sir." The other pilot responded. The two planes split to cover as much land as possible. However, there worried they will come against resistance from the Indian government. Germany Jan 17th. The attack was successful. However, our first wave has seen many losses from the German resistance. The Norway coast fleet will return and reload on supplies to help our forces in Berlin and the northern coast. "Take us back to Moscow." The captain commanded. "Yes sir the ships pilot replied." Atlantic coast Jan 17th. The ships heard of the first wave being successful. Fortunately, the subs and carriers could provide support for the troops while the Norway coast ships loaded back up. They were expected to arrive the 27th or 29th. "Load up more missiles for another strike." The submarine captain commands. "And ask one of the carriers if they can get eyes to help us locate resistance." He adds. "Yes sir." A crew member replied. "We will keep supporting our troops until the Norway ships arrive at the east coast of the UK, or we run out of supplies." The captain said. "Roger that sir." Another crew member replied. The Atlantic fleet hasn't seen any resistance since the ORBIT intrusion. It seems that they diapered as well. The captain didn't put much thought into this as Germany was his main goal, his main target, his main objective. And suddenly, La Guerrilla develops nukes and destroys capitalism and sinks the Titanic 2. BTW, Jorge is now the lord and savior of everyone. What the hell is happening?! The Aztec Enclave wrote:And suddenly, La Guerrilla develops nukes and destroys capitalism and sinks the Titanic 2. BTW, Jorge is now the lord and savior of everyone. All hail Jorge.

2015 Modern World Conquest RP_ IC(MT)|rating:2.0

Fluffy tails for the win.

Okay so this is a one on one role play between myself and Dragon Jake. Feel free to read but I do ask that any comments please out in the IOC thread that is surly soon to come or through a pm to whom ever you wish. This way your idea will be a surprise to the other role player, and it will not clutter the role play itself. Thanks, and I hope that you enjoy! Name: Torino Sure. Age: 19 Hair color: orange. Eye color: light brown with a striking red tint. Picture: Attire: She likes to wear dresses most of them short. Always wears a necklace with a ring of pure sliver on it. She never takes it off It was given to her by someone special when she was still considered a cub. Bio: She lives blown in a one-bedroom apartment on the poorer side of town. (more to come) Name: Jake Dark. Age: 21Hair color: black with red streaks. Eye color: red/brown. Picture:Attire: he always wears black clothing, but on special occasions he will wear other dark coloursBio: (thinking of something) Torino walked down the street, and sighed it had been another beautiful day out that she was forced to miss once again due to her job. It was dark out, but the weather was still warm since it was getting close to summer. She longed to get away from the town she lived in. Away from work and everything around her. To go on vacation and do something fun with her life. She thought. To be free from all the stresses of work and all the prejudices of her office. Yea that would be nice for a change. It's not her fault she was 'different'. She turned around the corner towards the end of the block Walking home was a drag but it couldn't be helped since her car was broken and her bikes tires were flat. She took out her iPod and listened to it as she walked to make the long walk feel a little more entertaining. When she got home she changed into her nightwear and laid down on the bed. She thought more on the idea of leaving town for a while. She loved the idea. And she had more than enough paid vacation time to go out somewhere new for a couple of months. To be on vacation and get paid. It was perfect. She jumped up and called her boss, making up a story about her guardian in England was sick and even he wasn't her father and no longer lived with her, she needed to go to him and be at his side to take care of him. Her boss was hesitant but agreed to let her take the paid absence since she had racked up more than enough time. When she got off the phone she screamed in joy" I'm going to England!!!" She then proceeded to go on the computer and buy herself a plane ticket. She really lucked out her flight was for tomorrow at 11 am. With all the new excitement in her, she quickly packed things for her vacation Everything she would need clothing etc. she brought two weeks of clothing. If she liked anything there she would buy it to add to her wardrobe. After she packed she turned out the lights and went to bed. It too her a while to fall asleep, but after she did morning came real soon. She got up and got ready she wore a cute pink and white striped dress which conveniently matched her luggage. She then headed to the airport and was soon on her flight to England. (I will post once I have thought of something for the bio :)) (alright no problem lol guess this is a mother reserve, lol I'm so excited) a middle-aged red/black haired male was walking through a small park, the park was empty, and the male sighed at the silence, he walked towards the train station and chuckled as he looked at all the large buildings that surrounded the park, they all seemed new and recently built, he soon reached the trait station as it was only a few meters away from the park, he looked at the structure which seemed new, next to it was the new airport which was one of the main reasons he found it hard to sleep at night. (lol what's middle-aged o.o? What is he fifty!? Congrats on making that first leap into your first post!) Above the airport an airplane was flying into land. It made loud sounds above him The flight attendant spoke through the speaker, so everyone could hear "Attention passengers, we are now landing the plane, I hope you have all had a wonderful at Its Air lines! If anyone needs to catch a train the station is next store, Have a great day. Torino smiled at the sound of the flight attendant announcing they were landing. As the plane rolled to a stop on the landing strip she almost jumped out of her set. This had been her first flight, and for her, it didn't go all that great. She now knew. She had a fear of flying. Furthermore, she opened the compartment above her and took her carry on bag. And then went with the others to get off the plane and find her luggage. After retrieving her luggage she walked out of the airport Walking down towards the train station knowing that the coffee would be cheaper there than inside the airport. She took out her phone to call her guardian, which frankly she should have done before she even booked her flight she wondered if she had a place to stay with him or if she would have to stay at a hotel and then find a place that she could rent for a reasonable price. Jake was walking around when he noticed a huge plane coming in for the land, he watched it grow bigger as it flew closer until it finally landed on the landing strip, he knew that the passengers will be flooding out of the plane and out of the front doors, he waited to see who came out of the door, he looked at all the people and sighed a bit, but then his attention got dragged to a female who was exiting the doors and smiled slightly "for a change someone who looks interesting to talk too" She then changed her direction towards a bench near him but close to her, she felt dizzy, "it's most likely from the plane ride." she mumbled to herself, but before she could sit on the bench she fell forward. Her head smacked the corner of the bench. Her phone went flying when it landed it was in three pieces, the main piece landed right in front of him. She didn't get up, and no one paid any mind to her some even just walked over her. Jake saw the female that fell over and was slightly shocked at first, then after the shock fade he ran over to her and rolled her onto her side "hello?" he said seeing if he could get her attention "dam it" he whispered as he placed her in the recovery position "oh come on" he said as he placed his hand to her head A very thin stream of blood had trickled from a cut near her hair line. The cut wasn't serious, but she was going to have some massive bruising. After a minute or so she opened her eyes. Everything was blurry she looked at him and then tried to push him away not knowing who he was or what was going on Jake saw the blood and then torn a piece of his t-shirt off, he put it over the cut in hope to stop the bleeding to low it to heal, he saw her open her eyes and smiled with relate, when she tried to push him away he stepped back to give her some space "whoa, whoa, don't work so much, I'm here to help you" he said kneeling down out of arms reach "no need to panic, I'm not here to hurt you" Torino growled at him her ears pin straight up, alert. The fur of her tail bushed out on end. She stopped though when the blood dripped down her nose and on to the ground. Her hands went up to her head feeling for the cut. Her tail curled around her and ears flopped down now much more defensive. "Please tell me.... why is there blood dripping from my face?" Her voice sweet but shaky Jake sighed a bit seeing as she was clearly upset with his presence, so he shuffles back father and watched her without even moving, he shook his head while sighing again "well, you cut your head when you suddenly feinted, you hit that bench..." he said pointing to the bench she had hit her head on "... and nobody even cared to help you... well... tried help" he said looking over at the train station "since your ok... I should leave I guess?" "I... Fainted?" she asked dumbfounded and then looked around "thank you for caring about me. She said a light blush crossing her face. "You don't have to leave..." she said worried that shed be left alone while disoriented Jake nodded a bit "your welcome, I felt like it was my duty too" he said as he smiled slightly and sat back down a little closer "ok then, I will hang around until your better" he said, he got up and quickly rounded up the pieces of her phone "and you dropped this" he said handing it to her as he sat down and looked a bit sad "I didn't have enough time to catch you or the phone" he said handing the pieces" why did you feel it was your duty? Is it because we both have ears?" She said with a joking type of laugh. "Thanks for getting my phone for me" She put the pieces back to gather and attempted to turn it on and poured when it didn't turn on. " Aw man... I guess I broke it :/ And I don't even know Alec's number..." she sighed thinking about what she was going to do. Jake chuckled a bit "well... you know, it was a damsel in distress moment and I couldn't just leave you on the floor" he said smiling a bit "I have a phone on me if you want to switch the sim cards" he suggested smiling "and my battery is fully charged so you could use it for as long as you needed" "unfortunately... I have Verizon, they don't use sim cards, :/ I'll have to find a store and buy another one. And hope my numbers transfer." she sighed fiddling with the phone trying to get it to work" so you are my savior then right? That means your entitled to a prize what would you like as a reward?. Jake pulled a :/ face "damn that sucks" he said as he looked down at her phone and chuckled a bit "I guess I am your savior" he then blushed a bit "prize?... well..." he looked around at the park as his face grew red "I'm not sure... let's just forget the prize and go for a walk" "Okay we can go for a walk she said standing and getting her luggage together where would you like to walk to?" she asked putting her broken phone in her bag. " And will it be near a phone store I should get this fixed as soon as possible" Jake chuckled a bit, in his head he sighed with relate as his blush faded "well... we could walk towards the town center, there are plenty of phone shops nearby and in the middle of town" he said smiling a bit as he let her get her stuff together before he began to walk She seemingly hadn't noticed his blushing at all." The town center.? That sounds like a good idea I need to find out where I am staying for the night so. The sooner my phone is fixed, the sooner I can get situated. " She walked to the side of him a little bit back taking in all that was around her realizing that things have changed quite a bit since she was little. "So... Um. What is my saviors name?" she asked returning her focus to him Jake chuckled a bit and nodded "if you can't find anywhere to stay I have a spare room if you would like to stay in there as long as you need" he said, her question made him chuckled a little "Jake... Jake Dark, and may I ask, what is the damsels name in whom I saved?" he asked looking at her with a small smile She thought it is a bit strange that someone she just met would offer her a place to stay, it sounded almost unsafe, but she had a bit more trust in him for she sheer factor that he wasn't a human. She decided not to respond to his offer but if at the end of the day she had nowhere to go she might talk him up on that offer. "My name is Torino Sure" she said smiling back to him. "It's very nice to meet you." Jake nodded in agreement "It's very nice to meet you too" he said walking along, he knew exactly which to go to the town center since he had lived here all his life, this city was like his very own playground, and he knew almost every rout "now... here we are" he said pointing to a phone shop just ahead "I see you are looking better... I think I should leave now, if you need me you might find me at the park" Torino smiled, it was kinda nice to have made a friend for a change. And the best part. Was that she met him right after getting here so she would possibly have a friend for her whole stay here. She walked silently with him looking at all the different buildings and stores and stops with him outside the Verizon store she looked at him as he spoke" you have to get going then?" she asked kinda surprised that he was leaving, so abruptly Jake looked back at her and tilted his head "well... I don't have too... but it's best to let you have you privacy..." he chuckled a bit at his comment "... I mean, what if you choose to go clothes shopping, you will need privacy for that, and if you choose to meet up with your friend who you are going to call" he said smiling a bit "don't worry, I will be around town somewhere... that's unless you really want me to stay" Torino sighed "What do you think is if this suitcase?" She asked but then answered her self "A bunch of clothes" I don't think ill be go shopping for any for at least two weeks. Unless a store really seems to stand out. And my friend is more so my guardian and I need to get in touch with him to see if I have a place to stay. It's not like some super secret meet up." She giggled at the thought of it being some top secret mission Jake listened and nodded a bit "well... then I guess it won't hurt to good you around the city until you meet you guardian, then from there onwards I will have to leave, after all 3's a crowd" he said chuckling a bit "you go get your phone sorted and I will wait out here for you" he said as he looked around and stretched a bit yawning "I need to get as much fresh air as possible" he said chuckling again "Your really funny do you know that?" She said with a smile. "So... you will be here when I get back then right.?" she asked wondering if he really would be she wasn't sure why, but she enjoyed having him within her presence.(sorry its short =/) (it's ok XP)Jake chuckled a bit, it seemed like she wanted him to stick around, in which he didn't mind, he enjoyed having someone he could talk to for a change "I'm sure, I'm not going to leave until you come back out, then I will good you around the city, then when you need to meet your guardian, I will take you to where your meeting them, then I will leave" She went into the phone store and had to wait 30 minutes just to be seen, and then it took another 45 minutes to get her new phone and have all the numbers be refiled into the new phone "Thank you." she said to the man who helped her even though she felt he didn't do a great job since she watched people who came in after her leave with their new phones while she was being 'helped.' She walked outside and looked around for Jake holding her new phone in hand which had her old phone number only due to her arguing with the man. Jake got bored after 15 mins so he decided to start chasing random pigeons chuckling as they flew in sheer terror "stupid birds" he said, aft another 30 mins he began to start randomly walking in circles, then when he saw her come out he sighed with relate "about time, what took you so long?" he asked smiling" well I had to wait to be seen.... then had to argue that i didn't want to change my number... ADN they took there sweet ass time..." She said little more than annoyed due to them "Sorry you had to wait =/" Jake nodded a bit as he let her let out some steam then chuckled a bit "I see... it's ok, no need to apologize since it wasn't your fault" he said as he walked over to her "well... where to now?" he asked her to see what she wanted to do" Umm... I don't really know. You said that you would show me around did you not?? She asked curiously but with a smile Jake chuckled and nodded "ah yes... I do remember saying that now" he chuckled and pointed to the north "let's go to the nearby park" She smiled to him "Alright" She said making sure she had everything of hers before beginning to walk in that direction "So I am guessing you've lived here for a long time?" she asked curiously Jake smiled and waited until she was all ready "well... I have lived here since the age of 4 years" he said smiling a bit "and I've had all the time to get used to the routes and find all the back alleys" he said with a small chuckle So if you've been here since four, and you say you know all of that just how old are you?" she asked more curious than trying to offend him Jake blushed a bit at her question, he hadn't told many his age, but he shrugged "I am 21 now, so it has been a good 17 years now" he said looking around at their surroundings "I don't think I could ever leave this place, it has grown into me" he said looking back at her "its part of me now" She giggled" I'm 19." She said not surprised that he was older than I. " So you've really been here for seventeen years and you have no interest. In. Seeing what else is out there? I couldn't wait to get out of where I live for a while...." she said playing with a strand of her hair. Jake nodded and smiled "yep, 17 years and never left" he then shook his head "I've never even considered moving away or going on holiday, I would probably become badly home-sick" he chuckled as he looked into her eyes a bit and smiled a bit "I will be looking out for you whenever I come around town" he then chuckled a bit "after all... I never forget someone's eyes" "For me, I don't really think there is any person I would seriously miss, but still I would miss my surroundings if I was gone for voodoo long" she admitted. " And what do you mean by you'll look out for me when you come around? She asked wondering if he meet that when she left him for the day he would look for her tomorrow, or if he meant that he was going to travel the world and have his first trip be where he goes Jake chuckled and nodded "I would get lost if I went to another area" he admitted and looked a bit confused "well, you are staying here for more than one day right?" he asked and chuckled again "and since you are, I might come to look for you and hang around with you before you go back to where you live" "Well I live in New York City Lt;3 it really is a busy place... it can be pretty at times but sometimes I just wish to not be there anymore so I guess that's why I'm here..." she laughed little though it was clear she was still thinking on it. "And yes I will be staying here for a month if not more." Jake chuckled and nodded "well then, I will have to keep my eyes peeled to look for you" he said and gave a small curtsy bow "and I must now part for you must surely be busy now, all females are busy" he chuckled as he bowed again "it's been nice to meet you, and maybe I could try and find you tomorrow" She gigged. There was no need to best... formal. "Alright, it was very nice to have met you, Jake." She said softly" thank you for spearoundyour time with me and for showing me around. I look forward to seeing you again." Jake smiled and nodded "it was very nice to meet you too" he said and bowed a bit again "and your welcome, it was a pleasure showing you around" he said smiling a bit "I'm sure you will see me soon" he said as he turned and began to run towards an alley, he gave a quick wave before he ran down the alley, once he was out of sight he clicked his fingers and got himself ready "I don't trust the people around here, and I must make sure he reaches her guardian safely" he whispered as he began to wall jump, which he continued to do until he reached the roof in which he soon began to watch the female neo After a couple of tries calling him Torino got hold of Alec. "Hey Alec!" she said cheerfully "No, no I am fine but... You will never guess where I am right now!" she listened to him talk "Ah alright ill be quick about it, I'm in England Lt;3 Do you mind if I head over to the Tea Café' and see you?" She asked and after a few moments she said good by and hung up. She sighed little she thought that Alec would be happy to see her, but apparently not. Furthermore, she hoped it was just the stress of his job. Furthermore, she began heading to the Tea Café' following the directions Alec had given her. Jake just watched as the female tried and tried until she got hold of her guardian, then he waited for her to hang up and make her move, when she did, he began to follow her on the rooftops skillfully as he jumped from on to another making sure not to step on a loose tile, that would only give his position away She typed in the address on her new phone and elected walking so that this way she wouldn't get lost, as she was walking she changed the route to fastest, even though it took her off the main walkways and in to the backstreets she was unfamiliar with. She didn't seem any harm in it since the sun was still up, and she really didn't feel that this was such a horrible place to be that shed has to worry too much. Jake saw her messing with her phone, or what seemed to him like she was playing a game, when she changed course, Jake noticed her would have to jump from one side to another "great... here I go" he whispered as he took a step back and ran at the end of the roof, he made a huge leap to the roof on the other side of the street, he just about made it, but his foot slipped which caused him to slip, and he gripped onto the roof as a few tiles hit the ground next to her as Jake's legs dangled over the edge She froze, as each tile hit the ground she wondered if she even wanted to know what had made them fall. She slowly looked up and saw the 'man' dangling there. Was he following me all this time? She thought. Not knowing who it was she began to run only glancing back at him once. She needed to get 'home'. Jake growled at his foolishness, he had been detected and now had to try and catch up, he crawled back up and began to chase her from the rooftop, he kept his eyes on her every move, he couldn't let her slip out of his sight "why is she running? maybe she doesn't know it's me" he whispered "hey! Slow down!" he called down to her, She ran faster, speed being one of her strong points as long as her ankle didn't give out, she was supposed to be careful about that but at the moment she really didn't have time to think about that, she kept running and then took a different allay way quickly hiding so he couldn't see her or her luggage and the smell of garbage covered her scent. Jake followed her the best he could, speed was one of his bad points, lucky he was the best at roof jumping, but that still wasn't good enough, he looked around and nothing, every since had failed him, he sighed as he then turned around and began to go back the way he had come from "great, a waste of time" he growled as he slid down a drain pipe on the side of the house and began to head back to the park "I need to ingress my speed" he noted to himself as he gave one last look around before continuing on his route Once he was gone she got out of her hiding spot and continued on her way she had gone father away from where she wanted to go and now would have to backtrack but at least it was worth it she didn't hear the sounds of anyone following her anymore. She turned down an ally that was very long and dark Jake sighed as he reached the park he had first met her, he looked around and saw it was empty "another bad day I guess" he said as he looked at his house which was right next to the park "well... home sweet home I guess" he said as he walked over to his door and unlocked it she sighed, it was getting late into the night, and she was so tired of walking. She looked at the map on her phone at this point the park was closer to her location than her guardians she decided she would sleep in the park, and after she was rested she would do this again. It took her still quite a while to get to the park once there she hid her suitcase and laid down on the park bench closest to her things Jake yawned a little as he watched the TV, the shows that were on his favored channels were beginning to bore him greatly, so he stood up and could be seen from outside through his window and he stretched followed by a yawn "god dam it... this really IS a bad day, not ever the channels are good tonight" he growled underhis breath still stood by the window After only a few moments of laying on that bench Torino had fallen fast asleep. She didn't realize just how hard going to a different time zone was... "In the morning ill go home." she mumbled as she drifted further into dream land Jake sighed a bit as he went upstairs into his room and went the close the curtains until he spotted Torino"what the?... she... I swear... she ran away didn't she?"he thought as this was official screwing with his head "what in god's name are you doing down there!" he yelled at her Torino rolled over on the bench and moved her hand in a shoeing motion and mumbled something to the effects of she didn't have any money so leave her alone to sleep. She didn't seem to care at all that she was sleeping outside in an area she was very unfilmilur with Jake saw her hand motion and growled quietly "oh I see... so that's how it is! I show you around you shoo me away! Well remember that next time you need help!" he called out in a clearly angry voice, he slammed the window shut and closed his curtains "people nowadays, not gratitude what-so-ever" he growled as he climbed into bed and turned the light out She rolled over again on the bench feeling uncomfortable, she was still for the most Bart asleep, I wouldn't be much longer till she was fully asleep again. But she really wished she could get comfy... she rolled over once more and ended up falling off the bench she didn't care by that point. She culled up and went to sleep Jake growled for a further ten minutes before he finally began to drift off to sleep "well... tomorrow... i won't help... her out if... she... is going to be... so rude" he muttered sleepily as he finally fell into a deep sleep Torino workup late in the morning. She sat up brushing the dirt from her face. Furthermore, she looked to the house she dreamed Jake lived it. Maybe he really did live there she thought. He did SA he was near the park right? She got up and took the risk knocking on his door. She reality needed a bathroom Jake heard someone knocking, he sighed and got out of bed, he walked down the stairs and opened his door, when he saw who it was he growled "what do you want here?" he said as he felt like slamming the door in her face "you have some nerve after last night" She just looked at him dumbfounded for a few moments before speaking"um... i don't really follow... you said you had to leave and I was going to go to Alec's but... that didn't really work as planed.?" she didn't remember her shoeing him away, due to being half asleep Jake growled a bit "oh, that's not it, I was going to let you sleep in my room... but you shod me away, so that the last time I offer my hospitality" he said as he shooed her away and shut his door, he put hit back against the door and sighed a bit Torino stood there for a moment before sighing, she had no clue what he was talking about all she really wanted to do was pee, and she knew she wasn't going to hold it and wander around for a bathroom. Furthermore, she decided to go over to his next door neighbors and knock on the door. An older 'gentleman' opened the door "Yes, How may I help you?" He asked looking at the eared girl "Would it be much trouble if I used your bathroom?" She asked not noticing the look in his eyes. "Sure, Not a problem at all. Come in. " He said extending his arm to invite her inside. He closed the door behind here, but not before looking all around to see if anyone had seen her enter. Jake sighed as he looked through his peephole and noticed she walked away "well... that's the end of that" he said feeling a little down as he began walking up the stairs "first girl I like, and she treated me like dirt" he grumbled with a small growl "well I hope she remembers that" The man locked the door silently behind him before leading her to the downstairs bathroom (basically the basement) Torino thanked him again before going into the bathroom locking the door as she always did even in her own home. While she went the man locked the basement door with a key This girl shall be my new 'friend'" he whispered to no one but himself. Jake had no idea of what was going on, he walked up his stair sighing more feeling a bit depressed, he already lost a friend because he had stalked her to protect her "this sucks, word week even known in my memory* he growled at himself while pacing his kitchen After going to the bathroom she took the time to wash her face and fix her hair, she was starting to look like a mess and an unhappy one at that she couldn't figure out what she did to piss Jake off so much, she figured that it would blow over and things would be fine. When she got out of the bathroom he grabbed her, as a shock factor she screamed and fought back, but she was cut short by him hitting her in the ribs and covering her mouth and nose with a rag holding it there until she passed out. Her body slipping out of his hands and falling to the floor. "Sleep tight my new little friend" he said lifting her and putting her in the next room in the basement that had cages with little beds and a sink and toilet. There was one other earned girl in a neighboring cage. Jake was sat in his room when he heard someone scream next door, it was her, he looked shocked at the fact she had fallen for that guys charm, he would have let her rot there, but it was only now HW realized he felt something strong for her, something deep in his heart "I have to save her" he said as he ran through his door and knocked on the door to the guys house The house had fallen completely silent none of the lights that he could see were on. It was as if no one was there at all but there was no way the man could have left in such a short time, he had to be down there, with her, doing who knows what. The sleeping stuff didn't last long on Torino, but it did leave her head swimming so that she was to dizzy to move whats ever she looked around her slowly, the place was cold, the black caged bars were so un welcoming more were the chains she found strapping her down, she looked around more frantic looking for the man but saw nothing... her movements made her so dizzy to the point she passed out again Jake growled knowing what the guy was like "oh sod this" he says as he stands back a bit and boots the door open "right that's it" he growled going towards the basement "I'm coming for you, you little dirty coward" he growls out loud as he kept walking As Jake walked through the house a closing door reached his ears, followed by several clicks of locks. The sounds of the men hurried steps down the stairs. Could also be heard. He had no intent of letting his new little earned friend get away. He unlocked her candor and hastily injected drugs into her arm even if she got away shed come crawling back for more he unshackled her and carried her through a hidden exit. Hoping he'd get away. Who ever it was could have the other girl he thought. I've had my fun with her Jake heard the locks, and he ran to the door, he tried to open the door, but it was locked "you son of a b***h!" he yelled as he began to barge the door over and over again "come on!" he said to the door, finally the door gave up and burst open, he ran in but saw no-one but the other female, his eyes welled up as he unlocked the other girl, and she ran off, he then fell to his knees feeling a pain unlike any other... heartbreak "she's gone... and it's my fault..." he said sat on his knees crying The other girl came back after she was sure that horrible man was gone. She was in the men clean clothing which waste far touch big for her. She next beside him and placed her hand on his shoulder as a way of comfort. But she didn't say anything to him Jake continued to cry, he felt a hand touch his shoulder "Torino?!" he said quickly, he saw the other girl and continued to cry "leave... you free" he said through watery eyes "but i... am the one... who is now... caged" he said still crying She shook her head and while hugging him she whiled his tears. She would trust anyone of her own kind. She pointed to the far, wall trying to get him to look. Furthermore, she whined a little but did not speak. Jake hugged her back still crying, he then heard her whimper, he looked to where she was pointing and saw a door "It's too late, he has probably hidden somewhere safe, I will never see her again" he sobbed putting his face into his hands* She crawled and bit him. Just enough to startle him but not enough to hurt or leave a mark. She broke from him and went to the door opening it. It looked like a closet, but she pushed away the clothing and another door could be seen. She stared at him, she wouldn't go to rescue someone she didn't know. Nor did she want o risk being locked up like that again, but she knew what it was to be separated from her mate, and hated that feeling. Jake looked at the door as she revealed it and walked over to it, with a quick kiss of happiness on her cheek he said "thankyouthankyouthankyou!" he then opened the door and growled running down the hallway She watched him go and then ran after him, she didn't know what town she was in and thought it might be best to stay with him till she could figure that out. The scent of drugs and Torino were the. Thickest smells in the tunnel its should be easy to follow he sent and find them. The tunnel seemed to be going out of town. Jake breathed in deep as his eyes filled with rage "he is very close" he growled as he ran faster, at this rate he would catch up in no time, and when he did, he would break all of that guys bones, he never knew his next door nab our was like this, and he couldn't let the guy live Towards the end of the tunnel his neighbor was opening the door to his other hide out. It was at a farm that grew cactuses that in time would make tequila. He hoisted Torino out then closed ant covered the entrance with a desk. He threw Torino onto the bed, she was asleep the drugs burning through her veins. Jake hurried, he just saw the door close "that's my girlfriend!" he yelled as he badges through the door and cupboard which breaks the arm that took the impact, he growls and held his broken arm "I'm going to kill you" he growled as he began to walk towards his nab our growling His neighbor was shocked he stumbled back. He grabbed a nearby knife staying close yo Torino making it seem like he'd hurt her if he needed to Jake saw the knife and growled, but seeing him get close to Torino made him stop "don't you dare, will Slater you if you do!" "Try it, ill make sure your friend is very dead before you have the chance he said grabbing her by the hair. "Do you want to watch your girlfriend slowly bleed to death? Jake thought for a second but then stood down "fine... you win... what do you want with her?" he growled and then had a thought clutching his broken arm "a death match? Winner get her" he said willing to risk his life for her Torino was awake but out of it her vision was blurred, but sh did need to see to feel the danger she was in she whimpered feeling the gun pressed to her, this was not in any way she had intended to plan her vacation. His neighbor laughed "why would I fight you when I can walk away and take her with me?"She said knowing Jake couldn't do much at the moment. Jake growled at the comment "because if you walk away it means you're a coward and image if everyone heard you're a coward, all them people booing at the sight of you... your faith!" he said growling a little It was true, he couldn't have his 'good' image tarnished. "Fine, lets fight, the winner gets the girl forever." he said moving the gun away from her head, he did want her alive, all he had to do was kill the freaked kid and be on his way, and he had no intent on playing fair. Jake grinned a bit hearing the guy agree to his words, but seeing that he still held the gun in his hands he growled and got ready to attack "HEY! NO FAIR!" he yelled as he began to charge towards the man as fast as he could in hope to reach him before he could get a shot even though he was handicapped from a broken arm, he was still a good fighter He took a shot but it only graded his knee. Cursing to himself he ran to avoid the oncoming attack. He wasn't going to let SOE brat take away his prize. Torino didn't fully grasp the concept of what was going on, but the gun shot scared her, she dizzy tried to move away from the fight but in reality was only getting closer to it. Jake felt a sharp pain on the side of his knee, but that wasn't going to stop him, he would fight until he was no longer breathing, he growled turning to his target again "you coward!" he says going for another attack This time their was no time to avoid the attack, but this man was a bundle of tricks as Jake closed in he pulled out AA knife with the intent to immobilize him at the least.(Sorry so short, have to run to class will be back in a few hours though) Jake grinned seeing as the man couldn't dodge him this time, but as he got closer to hitting him he saw the knife, and he looked shocked, he quickly aborted the strike and instead rolled to the left to get a bit of distance between them "you little trickster... I'm going to kill you slowly!" he just laughed at him" No my friend, I am going to kill you quickly! And then take your girlfriend and do WHATEVER I WANT TO HER" The sick smile in his face was enough to make someone vomit, how could anyone possibly think this guy had a single nice bone in his body? Jake growled even more, if she was to wake up he could tell her one last thing, but it seemed his secret would follow him to the grave "come on then you little weakling" he aimed his gun and fired 3 more rounds at Jake one on target and the other 2 to either side so that if Jake dodged left or right with the first bullet he would be hit with one of the others. 'What a crafty little plan i so quickly thought of.' he thought to himself, he then began to charge at Jake knowing the bullet would hit, and he could hand-deliver the final blow. Jake heard the three shots, everything seemed to slow down as he tried to think, he was unsure what he could do, he was stuck as the bullet flew at him, he felt a sudden sharp pain in his left lung and a sudden release of air through it, he opened his mouth and a spray of blood flew out while he was knocked back by the force of the bullet hitting his chest as he fell backwards"why?... why today?"he thought as he continued falling he grinned his plan worked perfectly he watched him fall and thought he would be cool and drag it out a little longer just for his sick pleasure. He dropped the gun in his triumph and having no need for it now he didn't bother to retrieve it, instead he took his sweet time going over to him" you know... Your pretty cute up close.for a boy..." he said making a grin" Why don't I, make your last moments in life... Pleasurable?" Jake was unable to talk, he was finding it hard to breath "you... better........ not........... try" he gasped as he growled in between gasps, he was bleeding very badly as he clutched his chest over the wound as he began to slightly drag his body away from the man "your......... sick"(quick question... will she wake up and save Jake or are you planning to end this?) He took a step closer to him and then placed his foot onto makes hand/chest pressing down making the pain even worse" You don't wanna play?" he said with a smirk" I'll give you the option, we could play a nice pleasurable game or I could play a mean and painful game with you. Your choice, better pick fast." he said putting more weight on his foot.(Well do you want it to end? I'll go either way really, though I did leave that gun lying around so that she could save Jake if we want her to =]) (I want it to go on ^^)Jake felt the pain in his chest get worse as the guy placed his foot on his hand that was covering his wound "i don't want to play either way" he gasped trying to catch his breath, he only had half an hour to live, he could tell his end was soon, he was finding it more hard to breath by the minute "just... kill me... if you... want to" (she should save him now) Torino woke up to the sounds of insane laughter. She looked at the direction of the sound seeing her captor and Jake. She gasped seeing all the blood around them Jake's blood she struggled to stand and move silently and quickly closer She noticed the gun laying nearby and moved to retrieve it. His laughter grew louder" neither you say? Well then lets choose the painful route then!" He said lifting his foot up high and then prepared to stomp on his chest, before he stomped on Jake the sound of gunfire rang through the air and the man fell over. Part of him lay on Jake. She stood there shaking she had never hurt anyone before. When he didn't move to retaliate she moved over to Jake quickly Jake listened to the man unable to move, he closed his eyes tight seeing the man raise his foot, he braced himself for the pain that was sure to follow, but the sound of gunfire made his eyes open wide, he saw the man fall over, and then his eyes spotted Torino, he smiled a little, his job was now done "finally... now I may... rest in peace" he said as he felt his eyes begin to shut slowly She had run to him still holding the gun tightly in her hand in slight shock she had actually managed to pull the trigger "J-Jake?" she said quietly dropping to her knees. "Jake!" she shook him slightly. " You. You have to stay awake! Okay?" She said her voice trembled slightly as she talked, tears had formed in her eyes, this was all her fault she thought... Jake heard her calling his name out and tried keeping his eyes open, he focused on her face and smiled a little as he reached up to stroke her cheek, he smiled more and chuckled a bit "did I do good... I would hate to die knowing I failed to impress you" he joked, and he stroked her cheek a little more before dropping his arm "I need help... I'm not even going to cover it up... Furthermore, I'm dying... Furthermore, I know I am" he said in a raspy voice as he wiped a few tears from her eyes "please don't cry... Furthermore, I'm not worth the tears" he whispered smiling She growled at him, but not exactly angry" who are you to tell me if you are worth my tears or not?" She said with a pout. "No dyeing, It's not aloud. You got that?" She looked around the room for a phone. As she moved to go to it, she heard in the distance sirens, she moved to the window to see several cop cars, a first responder, the ambulance and even a fire truck. Someone most of heard the gun fire? She thought. She moved back to Jake "The police. Are here." Jake coughed up a little and chucked wiping the blood from his mouth "I am Jake... that's who I am! He joked grinning a little playfully, he chuckled a little as he heard the police coming, he took the gun from her and smiled a little "if they catch you with this they will take you away from me... that won't happen again... i won't low it" Torino frowned. "Hey if they don't take me they are going to take you. Im the one who... who. Killed."hey she held back her tears and hysteria. "Hey we. Can't lie to them. I don't want you to take the blame for what I have done..."hey she placed her hand on the gun hearing the police running around downstairs Jake looked up at her, his hand flopped by his side as his skin was becoming more pale "Torino... please promise... if i don't make it... get yourself someone strong... and kind" he said as his breathing was growing more stressed "and please... don't blame... yourself... it was my fault" he whispered to her as he put a hand against her cheek "promise me" (he won't die :P)" sorry Jake..... that's not a promise that I could swear to keep..."sorry she said now once again holding the gun in one hand and her other hand holding his to her cheek. That's how the police found them. Every single one of them was a normal human. She feared being miss judged on site. The cops aimed their guns at here "sorry stand up and kick the weapon over to us!" One of them said as they all prepared to fire. She glanced at them then Jake "ill make sure they take care of you."sorry she said kissing him gently, a bit of his blood from his mouth had been left on her lips. She stood slowly and kicked the gun to them. "Please lower the guns she said trembling her ears flat down and her tail wrapped around her on pins and needles Jake saw the police ready to fire if needed, he couldn't let her die, not today "new! she's innocent!" he called out as he felt a sudden wave of willpower as he forced himself to stand, once stood up right and steady, he moved in front of her and stood holding his arms out "it was... her... she was drugged with a mind drug... It wasn't her fault" he said panting a little feeling light-headed She growled at Jake. "He sits down lay something! You shouldn't be using energy..." one of the police men signaled someone and a pair of paramedics came in both of them had ears. This made Torino calm little" will you please take care of him...?"one she asked as they moved to him. She didn't mind going with them as long as it got Jake treatment. Jake heard her growling at him and that made his world tumble, he turned to her "but..." having his determination drained, he felt limp as he tumbled down as laid on the floor, as the paramedics ran is they run over to him and rolled him gently on to the stretcher, Jake felt his eyes closing as his hope had faded Torino frowned seeing him taken off. She hoped to see him again. She slowly moved to the police "one if I could walk myself to the car without your grips on me... id appreciate it, I have a bit of a phobia about being restrained." she said. To one of the cops they looked among each other and surprisingly agreed though they did form a box like formation around her walking her to the car and driving her to the station. Jake felt a tear form inside his closed eye, this was it, he truly would never see Torino again, what more did he have to fight for. As the tear run down his face he then felt his mind slip slowly into a coma, but to him, it seemed that he was entering a new world, the dream world, he opened his eyes and saw Torino outside the door, but little did he know it was just a dream as she growled at his just as she had done before he was rushed off and the dream Torino walked off. Jake felt more tears flow, he reached out and let his hand flop seeing Torino disappear into the distance "its over... life has won... I quit" he said sitting on the bed he was on in the dream world. Torino sat at the station trying to carefully explain the situation to a large male officer who looked like he would kill if she looked at him the wrong way. She told him how she couldn't find her way to her guardians, how she slept in the park and knocked on the 'dead' men door to use the bathroom. How he grabbed her after she came out from the bathroom, how he stabbed her with a needle filled with drugs she was now beginning to relapse from. How she passed out and Jake came to save her and was about to lose his life because of her and that's why she shot the guy. She also mentioned the other neo girl who got away from it all. By the end of her explanation she felt like her body was cold and clammy, and she felt feverish, she was trembling and sweating. She was scared, and filled with worry about Jake as well as fear of what Alec would say. She was thirsty but didn't want to take water from them. She waited for him to finish his other questions and then leave the room. The second he was gone she fell apart and let herself cry. The paramedics raced Jake to the hospital and the other man in another ambulance Both were taken right away and put into the critical care unit. They had Jake rigged up to several different machines before they took out the bullets from his body. They stitched up the wounds and kept him on life support to keep him alive, he needed AA blood transfusion, but they were out of the blood he needed. Out of quick thinking one of the nurses mentioned Torino thinking that she was his sister and that maybe they shared the same type. They put a call in to have a sample taken from her to see if she was a match. Jake was unaware of all that was happening around his weak body, his mind was lost in the world of his dream, everything 'seemed' normal, but then there was an odd noise, a very slow paced beeping noise in his head. Jake couldn't understand what he was hearing, his ears twitched in both the dream world and the real world at every beep, but he looked around, and his house had become a hospital "what in god's name?... where did my house go?" he asked himself as he walked inside, no-one seemed to notice him, as if he was a ghost. As Jake explored the hospital, he was walking through people and objects, he wasn't dead, but it seemed he was close to death, as he walked his ears perked up hearing the beeping noise much louder than before "it can't be..." he slowly turned his head and looked at his fragile body with fear and shock "... but I'm not dead... I need to try to focus... but how?... I need my body to heal" he said looking around at the doctors and noticed they had no blood types which matched his. The nurse came back to the doctors "they are going to bring the girl to us so we can personally take a sample and if its good we can move on right away... If time doesn't run out that is..." she said the doctors looking among each other knowing until they had the girl that there was the possibility of letting him die. They had him on full life support now The cop went to Nikos new-found cell and opened the bared doors. " We are going on a trip" The cop said. She was sitting on the top bunk even though she had no roommate. " Where" she asked quietly swinging her legs back and forth as they dangled off the edge "Let's go" The fact he wouldn't answer made her not move when she didn't he went to her and yanked her off the bed her body hit the floor hard she yelped" I said let's go." He said demanding she stand when she didn't move fast enough he yanked at her hair forcefully pulling her up though he let go of her just before another cop joined them. She walked in between them the hurtful cop behind her jabbing at her when she walked to slow the other not seeming to notice. They got her into the car and sped off for the hospital Jake couldn't believe what he was seeing, he looked to be in a right state, hearing the doctor, Jake was a little afraid his body wouldn't cope. He let out a tear as he walked over beside his body as he looked down at it "don't worry buddy..." He said as if it was a best friend "... you won't die alone... you will have... me I guess" He said to himself as he sat in a nearby chair with nothing to do other than watch his own body being forced to stay alive by a machine when they got Torino to the hospital she looked around confused the mean cop stayed in the car mostly because he couldn't beat her while others had eyes to see it. For that she was at least thankful. She was taken quickly by a nurse who filled her in or her friend Jake as well as what she could do to help him. She agreed but did ask that someone not... mean or scary take blood from her and warned she was a wimp as well as anemic. So taking a lot of blood would mean her being in the hospital for a while after if it didn't kill her or something. The nurse tried to tell her that if she was anemic they couldn't take her blood but after her arguing she agreed taking it herself and sending it to be tested. Once Torino wasn't woozier she asked to see him they agreed. Noriko went to the room Jake was transported into and stood by his bed "moron." the cop that brought her followed where she went through said nothing Jake continued to listen to the slow bleeps, he couldn't get his head around it, how could this have happened, why did that guy do this, why was this his luck. Hearing footsteps, Jake sears in his ghost form twitched as he looked up to see Torino, his ghost tail wagged a little as he stood up but remembered he was in the spectral world, he felt a tear form as he sat back down and watched" I didn't ask for your help." she mumbled" and now look who's the one..."Torino felt anger and sadness well up inside her, she suddenly slapped his face hard with tears flowing down her eyes not even a moment later the cop was on her grabbing her she struggled begging him not to restrain her that she was afraid, he didn't listen and handcuffed her. Panic washed over her like a tsunami. She passed out from the fear. The cop caught herald sighed" guess she wasn't lying about the fear of restraints." he said laying her down and calling for a nurse. Jake sat and listened to her, he heard her talking then saw her slap his face, that was when he felt pain, but on the face, in his heart, he watched as the cop restrained her and she fainted. Broken-hearted he looked over to his body "what's the point... I have nothing left" he whispered as he stood up, gave one glance at Torino and then walk from the room, but just then his face was covered with a little grin "or isn't there... Maybe this could be fun" he said shoving someone with his hands who soon began to feel yelling "GHOST!!!" a nurse tried to calm the patient when she couldn't, they got a tranquilizer and that 'solved the problem'Meanwhile, the test results came back, the girl had indeed been a match, but they found some traces of drugs in it. The human doctors quickly made a decision considering that it would be hard to find another match, as well as cost them money to keep him on life support they went through with it, and with continence, the girl was already unconscious so she couldn't warn them if she felt woozy or anything due to her anemia. They took her and Jake in to do the transfer. Meanwhile, Jake was on a rampage of terror, every person in sight would be shoved, poked, patted, licked or blown on and everyone he did this too ran in fear as he just stroked along, he was beginning to enjoy this, he felt more powerful than he had done, he sat on a bench and sat down with a very satisfied sigh "that was fun... I could get used to this" Torino's blood had successfully been transferred to Jake. They had taken just enough to sustain him, and keep Torino alive. Both would have to be in the hospital for a while though, which for Torino was most likely a better deal than the jail. Jakes heart beat had grown stronger than it had been, but he still appeared to be in a coma. They hoped he would come out of it soon.it seemed everyone from this incident was going to survive. Jake heard the beeping getting stronger and growled a bit as he felt his body growing stronger "no! Im not going back to that empty shell!" He growled at himself as he looked around at everyone who seemed to not notice him at all, but he could her voices... the voice of the doctors in his head "never! I have nothing to live for! Let me rest in peace!" he growled holding his head they moved Jake to a room with others 'like them' which contently meant that he shared a room with Torino as well as 4 others. The got him settled as comfy as they could make his body. They prepped the attendant of this area on the situation going on with Torino and Jake before leaving. Ten minutes passed and Torino awoke. She was dazed from blood loos though that didn't stop her from jumping up in fear and mania. Her monitors were sounding off with her rapid heart rate. A nurse went right to her side to calm her and get her to lay back down Torino took a deep breath feeling little better just knowing she wasn't cuffed or near the cop. The nurse informed her that she needed to be really careful, her friend needed LOT of blood so she was extremely lacking and would take a while to even begin to feel. Normal. The nurse gave her another blanket which Torino took looking confused. The nurse responded by 'your shaking like a leaf... ill be back with something to eat for you..." Jake was still sat on the bench when a sudden loud and fast beeping was heard, he covered his ears and growled, he closed his eyes tightly and sighed "ok... I just need to..." he suddenly felt weak again, opening his eyes very slowly he saw the room that he had been put in, his body may have been healed, but his energy was still very low, he looked down his body and sighed a little as he tried sitting up, which only resulted in a sudden pain causing him to growl and relax his body again. Torino had fallen back to sleep being too weak to really stay up for any length of time. The nurse had just gotten back with Nikos food and sighed seeing her asleep" ill just leave the food here" she said to her sleeping body placing the tray on her bedside table. She then went to check on the more 'lively' patients and then turned her attention to the now awake Jake she moved over to him" try to take it easy, or you'll rip open your stitches" Jake grumbled a bit as he continued to shift around growling "take it easy? Take it easy!?" He yelled trying to sit up again growling more "how the hell can I take it easy seeing my own body at deaths door" He growled, to the nurses and everyone, they would just see him as another Sysco, but he knew what he saw, growling again he laid back holding the wound on his chest just about as he laid back "just get me something to kill the pain" the nurse just smiled a bit holding in her laugh" Alright I will" she said leaving the room and coming back shortly with an iv bag. Which she cooled him up to quickly" Here you are" she said taking a step back. "So were you our little ghost of the day?" she asked as if she completely believed him Jake watched as the nurse left, he saw a few of the other staring at him like a mad man "what are you all looking at!" He snapped as he saw the nurse return and hook his up to some iv, hearing her question he remembers his little rampage, and he grinned a bit "indeed I was, seeing everyone run in fear was brilliant" "A near death experience it happens sometimes. And considering you had only just waked up you couldn't have known it had happened otherwise." she said glancing around to the others which now turned away confused. " Is there anything I can get for you?" Jake listened to her with a rather Scotia twitch in his eye "Well if you could be a drink... Almost dying is thirsty work you know" He said as he looked at the others then back to the nurse as his eye continued to twitch like a mad men did "And maybe some food would be good... That's if I am strong enough to eat..." She laughed "Well I did just bring this in for the girl next to you, but it seems she won't be getting up to eat it anytime soon would you like it instead of her?" she offered though didn't move to retrieve it. If he wanted his own she would be more than happy to get it" It is still nice and hot." she added pointing to Nikos side tables here the steaming plate of food and water sat. Jake listened to the nurse and seeing Torino was out cold he chuckled "sure... Why let it go cold?" He said as he shuffled a bit more as if trying to get into an eating position "Could you pass it over? It appears that my legs are still not working yet... It will take a while, but once I am out of this hospital, I am going back to how I was before I met Torino" He said to the chuckling "I don't feel like sticking around someone who clearly does not like me"" I think she likes you. If she didn't she wouldn't have come her just to give you her blood would she?" The nurse got the food and gave it to him gently" Do you know that it is super risky form someone like her to give blood? That 90% of the time it isn't even aloud? She argued with the doctors to get them to let her." Jake sighed listening to the nurse as he rubbed his cheek "But why slaps me when I was hanging on by a thread? Why get angry at me for trying to save her" With another sigh he shook his head "maybe she gave blood because she felt she had too... Felt that she shouldn't let me die because I had saved her, and she just wanted to repay me for it" He said closing his eyes "Forget the food, I am going back to sleep" She answered his question even though he had basically dismissed her" I don't know about her but if my boyfriend almost lost his life over me I'd be upset like her too." she walked away from him after that hoping he'd reconsider his present feelings. Jake listened to her then looked to Torino "okay... when I wake up we will talk about this" He whispered over to her as he closed his eyes again Torino was shaken awake by a nurse several hours later in the middle of the night. Apparently she had been screaming and tossing around so much she had ripped out the iv in her arm and fallen off the bed on to the floor where she continued to shriek and squirm She stared at the nurse confused but clinging to her. She was covered in cold clammy sweat and was shaking desperately. Moments later she was crying. Jake had remained asleep, his body was too weak to yet awaken at loud noises, only time could awaken him from sleep. He remained motionless, though he looked battered and weak, he looked peaceful as if finally he had completed something. The nighttime nurse took over an hour to calm her enough just to get her off the floor. During that time the nurse mentioned to GE a sedative to calm her which Torino begged for her not to that she didn't want a needle near her that she didn't want anything no needles. She finally got Torino back on to the bed though she wouldn't lay down or let go of the nurse. It took another hour and a half to get free from her grip. Jake meanwhile it was fast asleep(that's all I've got :o) Torino stayed awake the rest of the night looking at the other sleeping patients trying to not just stare at Jake. She looked at the ceiling, the windows, anything. Whenever a nurse came in to check on everyone she pretended to be a sleep but once they left she was looking all around though she constantly found herself looking at Jake, Hoping that he was going to be okay...(lol it's no problem love =D) Jake awoke the next morning feeling a bit better, he lifted his arms to stretch and smiled a little "wow... I haven't slept like that in years... maybe I need to do this more often" He joked as he looked at the clock with a gasp "1pm... I overslept" he said shuffling a little, he was still weak but slowly getting better (thank you :D) Torino was daydreaming staring out the window a tray of UN touched food sat in front of her she turned her head to see Jake now awake. She wanted to say something to him but what 'Hi while you were in a coma I slapped you so if your face really hurts that's why' or.'hey next time you almost die I'm not going to revive your ass and become bedridden' or maybe a simple thank-you? Jake laid in his bed unsure what to do, he avoided looking to Torino in shame "After we get out of here... we will have to split ways, you go to your guardian, and I will go home" he said with a small sigh "It will be safer if we never see each other again" he said holding back the tears which were begging to get out Torino sighed and just looked the other way, she didn't need to speak, he didn't want to be near her, she had caused too much trouble for him... She would ask the nurse to transfer her to a other room or tell them she was fine and ask to be sent back to her jail cell anything could be better than sitting in the same room as someone that wanted nothing to do with her, she wondered what Alec was doing he must be worried sick about her, she should call him if she was allowed to... Jake was pretty much helpless, only his arms and head could move, everything else was frozen as if stuck in ice, hearing her not reply just confirmed his fears, she did not like him, he continued to face away not wishing to talk to anyone Torino moved the food away from her bed and laid down burrowing under the covers so she could cry she did her best to be silent about it though every once in a while she needs to sniffle or cough from it. She hated everything maybe even herself Jake heard shuffling next to his bed and looked to see Torino buried, but hearing her cry he reaches out his arm, he held the side of the bed and dragged her bed the best he could use all his strength up, but once their bed were close he looked at her head "What is wrong Torino? I thought not seeing me ever again was what you wanted?" She didn't answer him in fact she curled into a ball and started to cry more now her sobs were much more. Audiable. How the hell could he just decide like that? That that's how she felt and no other way could be possible. That he didn't even try to see what she was feeling he just.picked what he felt and made it true in his mind. She curled as tightly as she could under the blanket her tail being the only thing slightly visible sticking out of the blanket. Jake heard her crying more and growled deeply, everything he thought was best for her only upset her "you know..." He growled as he began to remove all the monitors and the IV tube from him "... I wish I had have died, I try and try, but no matter what I do you end upset" He continued to growl as he began to start removing the bandages... She heard the sudden stop of his beeping machines and peaked out of the sheets, before she even knew what she was doing she took his hands trying to stop him tears streaming down her face "What are you doing your idiot!" She screamed at him. She could slap him again for his stupidity, she really couldn't but she couldn't find the strength to do so. " Your such a moron!" she said not letting go of him. Jake growled as he gave her pretty much a death glare "What am I doing? You're the one treating me like some kind of bully dummy" he pushes her hand away still growling, He sat up like the doctors had advised not to and continued growling "I am getting out of here, that's what I'm doing" he said trying to move, so his legs hung off, but before he could, be slipped back into a coma again Torino caught his body and laid him down "Moron..." she mumbled again she ripped out her own iv and left the room to get the nurse. They hooked Jake back up and then her as well she got a full lecture about how she isn'tstable' enough to be walking around. She was asked her relationship with Jake she replied sorta friends...but they were fighting for a reason she was unsure. They left her to her self after that. She just stared out the window.when night came she feet even worse about everything. Jake was in a coma, and that was her fault, a man was dead, and that was her fault, and Alec was probably running around like a chicken also her fault, since she got her she felt she did nothing but cause trouble. That's when she decided... she wouldn't cause anyone trouble ever again. Somehow she thought killing herself couldn't possibly cause anyone trouble at all... right? She pulled out scalpel she had taken secretly before and stared at it for a long time. She knew it wouldn't be too much blood she needed to lose to die since she gave it away till she was at a dangerous level. She curled under the blankets and made a small scratch on her arm seeing blood bubble there. It didn't hurt, so she cut again slightly deeper, a slight tingle but no real pain she cut once more this one deeply She just lay there watching the blood form and flow. She didn't feel like she was dying, she felt like she was slowly, peacefully drifting off to sleep. Jake was still in his coma, again he was in the ghost realm, he was wondering the hallways, he looked at all the patents with their partner feeling his heart grow heavy, he knew he would never impress Torino, but he still decided to find out where she was and once he saw her and the blood flowing from her arm "she wishes to die? Well... no need for me to remain weak and broken, she was the right idea" He said to himself, he then stole the scalpel from Torino's hands. Once he was holding the scalpel, he moved over to his body and began to cut off the bandages on his chest, soon they are all off and his chest was left showing. With a sigh he then began to cut the stitches off of his chest, he knew Torino would be too weak to move, and so she would have to watch as he soon reopened the wound on his chest and the monitors beeps slowly began to decrease, and his ghost form slowly began to grow more visible as his lung struggled to hold the air in and with half the air in his body, it was slowly suffocating.(I take it you wish to end it :o) (lol never just in a funny mood wanting to cause a tone OD drastic drama. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger right?) Noriko felt the scalpel be taken away but when she looked there was no one there her body felt heavy, and she began to rethink her decision... Would ending her life really bring anyone happiness and contentment other than herself? She used her non-bleeding arm to reach for the button on the wall by her bed she pressed it weakly hoping it was hard enough to alert the nurse. A pair of nurses were in the room in less than one heart beat. They saw a floating scalpel one didn't see the ghost though the other who now tended to him could see him a bit but not his face. Jake was thrown on life support and taken out Torino was taken out after him both needing to be stitched up before too much blood was lost. Hours later Torino woke up alive but far from okay she didn't know what to do with herself she regretted cutting herself but at the same time regretted calling to be saved she was a coward...(also never thing I am going to end it, unless I say I'm getting bored and in most cases we can just threw in a twist. Lol maybe I should have warned you I'm sorry about that! (oh it just seemed you did x3)Jake saw his body and Torino's being dragged away, he growled a little and sat on the chair, being half dead his ghost was half visible, but no-one would see his face "if she wanted to die why press the button... she makes no since" He growled at himself. When both of them was brought back Jake saw Torino waking up "Are you happy now?" he asked in a ghostly voice as he glared down at her "All he wanted was to have someone to love, he thought it was you, but then you just broke his heart like all the rest" he said knowing that she would be able to make out he was Jake "And I won't let you break his heart anymore" He growled as his ghostly form moved over to his bed where ghostly Jake then pushed his body, which was still in a coma, further away to the other side of the room as he sat watching over himself Torino curled into a tight ball hearing the voice she didn't have the words to speak tears formed in her eyes. She had never had someone actually 'like' her so she didn't know what she was really doing. Though even if she said that he is whatever wouldn't believe her... "i just..." she started but hearing the bed move away she stopped and didn't say anything else. She really should have just died she thought to herself... Jake really had enough, the amount of times she had broken his heart and not even apologized, when he thought she liked him, she would strike him down again, holding his head in his hands there was a ghostly crying that filled the whole room as Jake sobbed, he really had given up on life, that was clear from the fact that he refused to let his body pull his ghost back in, if he really wanted too he could have re-entered his body and return to living again, but he refused too, there was no reason for him too, and he knew the world was better off if he was to remain a ghost, Jake just continued to fill the room with an early sounding sobbing she covered her furry ears trying to block out the cry, then though it hurt to move her arm even the slightest. "Please... if you really are Jake, and I'm not going crazy... please don't cry...? And if your really him. Come back.? Please..." he voices begged him. " Please" she said once more Jake just heard her pleading over his crying, he sniffled a bit with tears still in his eyes "why? I am no longer needed in this world" he said with another sniffle feeling himself wanting to cry more as he stood up and looked at her "Why should I come back just to have my heart broken more? I refuse to, I would rather stay here, as I am now" he said as the room slowly began to get a little colder as Jake became angry at her wanting him to come back and to suffer more she glared at the ghost of him" I refuse to talk to a figment of my imagination slash ghost of the boy I liked... I want to talk to the reeeeaalll one" her plea ended with a weak whine she hid herself slightly under the covers after admitting she liked Jake she hoped the blush would pass quickly only her ears showed Jake heard that she actually said she liked him and a blush appeared on his real body, he then sighed and walked back over to it "very well, but one more heartbreak and I will not return next time" He said as he suddenly faded and all was silent other than the beeps from his life-support machine that he had been put on for safe measures, he then opened his eyes and tried looking around but found it hurt to try and move his neck When she thought the blush was gone she peaked out from her covers to see the ghost gone she then looked to Jake. She forced herself to move knowing she was better off than him and went to his bed. She diet bother saying anything she saw that his eyes were open and that was enough for her, she lent down and hugged him not letting go her body trembling slightly as she held back tears. Jake saw her entering his line of sight as he looked at her and watched her move over to his side, he smiled the best he could with a tube in his mouth feeding him with oxygen. He felt her hugging him and his heart monitor beeped a little bit faster as he forced himself to put his hand on her back "i... never liked someone before... I don't know how to act... i just... My life wasn't worth you're risking yours like that. It upset me so much to see you lying there. Hanging on by a thread... I'm sorry I was so mean." she spoke through tears and deep breaths some words got lost in her tears, but the message was still relayed to him either way Jake listened to her talking, and he patted her back gently as she cried, he bubbled something, but it was impossible to talk at the moment, but he could at least he could try to sooth her and try to stop her from crying as he rubbed her back gently to showed he did care for her, She took a deep breath trying to calm herself when she was relatively calm she looked at him "do you forgive me? She said before sniffling. "We can stay friends...?"he asked hoping he would at least allow her that. Jake smiled and nodded slowly at her question, and then he closed his eyes which were feeling heavy, he was unsure if he could stop himself falling into a coma again, but if he did, he could speak to her Torino looked at him and lent close to his face and gently kissed his cheek "he need to rest..."ill talk to you later okay?" She said to him moving back to her bed and laying back down again. Though she laid facing him Jake smiled more and nodded as he closed his eyes, this time he didn't go into a comma and his heart rate remained at a safe level as he slowly began to drift off until he was fully asleep Torino looked watched him sleep for a while before doing the same. She was glad that her and Jake were on to the same page now and that they didn't have to disappear from each others lives.(Jump to when they are relatively on there way to recovery?) (sure :3)A month later the doctors came into the room, all the other patients had been mended and left then replaced by others, but Jake and Sasha had been the only two there, the doctor came over to Jake with a smile as another doctor moved to Sasha, Jake's doctor smiled as he stood beside him "We have good news, you and Sasha may leave the hospital today" At first hearing the doctor saying that she could leave excited her she would finally start that vacation as well as See Alec who had been filled in and visited her a few times during that month. Though her excitement disappeared when she saw the mean cop standing by the door her ears flattened as she tried not to show too much fear of him... "I still don't feel good... I... I think I should stay another week... she mumbled knowing that the doctor wasn't going to low it. Though wished he would. Jake saw the officer by the door, and he knew what was going on, but all he could do was watch with his ears flat on his head"this is not good"he thought hearing the doctors say know and handed her her release papers as well as papers for Jake to sign the cop moved into the room further standing by Nikos bed She glanced at Jake seriously freaked out. She knew the court date for her and captor was sometime next week but... she had hoped to stay in the safe care of the hospital till then... Jake looked at her back, he didn't move for he knew there was nothing he could do to help her, if he tried he would end up arrested too "why did you give yourself up" he whispered as he stood up and looked to the floor trying to hold back the tears at his eyes She finished sighing the papers and got out of bed on makes side trying to distance herself from the cop as much as she could. She clung to Jake looking at him with fear in her eyes" One week... one week till court. Right?" she SIAD bring to keep it together. Before he could say anything back to her though the cop had moved to them and yanked her away from him "To the car." Was all he said pushing her along. She kept glancing back until out of the room and down the hall. Jake watched her and nodded "one week" he repeated watching the cop yank her away as she was pulled out off the room while tears filled his eyes, once she was out of sight Jake made his way out of the hospital, he looked around but everywhere seemed empty, with a sigh he headed home. Noriko sat in the back of the police car. The cop was blasting Alice and chains. Although she didn't mind the band she did mind the loud noise with her sensitive ears. She could already tell that this week was going to be hell. And it really was, no only did the one cop harass her but other cops that hared the eared freaks joined in. they would wake her when she slept and beat her some would try to touch her inappropriately with the excuse of is she really just like a 'human female' and when she retaliated against them, they were only worse. She slept during the day which seemed to be the time frame he and his buddies were off, the nicer cops would wake her to ask if she was okay, she always gave some lame response and tried to sleep the most she could. She wondered if they had any ideas of what went on during the night shift... weren't there cameras or something? One of the cops mentioned that tomorrow was her court date and she would rest up real well. And foe once she got to do just that, she got to wear her own clothing to court she sat down nervously with her given lawyer. Her captor sat in the other sides front row. She looked around for Jake.... Once Jake got home, that was when he then burst out crying, looking for something to help cheer him up he found a weird white liquid he had brought (vodka x3) And he took a swig from it, disliking the taste he threw it at a wall and then sat down on his chair turning the T. V on, every day that week was the same, sit down watching TV the only time he moved was to eat, drink, have the loo and sleep which he was unable to do much. On the day of the court he dragged himself out of bed with bags under his eyes and scruffy hair, he sloppily threw a suit on and rushed to the court where he sat and was ready to listen Before the hearing had begun the judge and her captor were talking she had pretended not to notice, but she could already tell that the tides were going to favor him and not her. She argued her case, and he managed to twist everything around which frightened her, each time up at the stand she was fighting with herself to keep the tears away. The judge let her have a break and then continued to ask about the truth and what makes part was in all of this. She explained everything to a T. After what seemed like forever the judge said it was time to let the jury decide their fates.(Sorry for the Ginny disappearance. I'll explain later if you want) (it is okay :3)Listening to the lies of the man cause him to growl a few times, he watched the judges face each time, and he felt like finishing the man off"I should have killed him there and then"He thought as he glared at the male, then looked back to Torino with a concerned face (I am so sorry about being coned! Congrats on the AVI win They finished talking about their sides and the jury then took what seemed like forever to make their decision even though it had seemed like they all knew what they were going to say from the beginning. The judge called the court to order and began to convict Torino, but was cut short by the doors slamming open the neo girl from the guys basement and her family stood at the door with a lawyer. The lawyer did not let a second be passed before stating she had evidence that needed to be heard before a true decision should be made. (It is okay! ^^ and thank you. ’D)Jake awaited for the verdict with a bit of fear running through his body, he looked to Torino with a face that showed his sadness and anger towards the male. When the judge began to call out her contentment, Jake was ready to jump at the judge, but he soon threw that idea out of his head when he looked to the doors as they were opened, and he saw the neo girl and grinned, he knew she had been there all the time, she had seen how the man almost captured Torino and almost killed Jake, he knew that with her proof, the other male would be put into a cell for good.

Fluffy tails for the win.|rating:3.0

Second Chances [HighLander & DesertFlower]

Harriet Newman’s day started, as it always did, at four o’clock in the morning; though she often set her alarm for a good half hour before, giving herself and her sleepy hazel eyes enough time to adjust. Then came the morning pep-talk; the self-negotiation to herself to get out from beneath the warmth of her winter duvet and its delightfully high tog-count. It certainly didn’t help her internal debate that it was the dead of winter, nor did it help that her flat had temperamental heating and the rusted-shut windows of the old Georgian building were all single-ended and weather-beaten. Still, she always won the battle. It was usually the swift reminder that she now didn’t have just herself to worry about that had her moving. She needed only to think on her small staff, the orders she needed to fulfil, the morning rush of customers and the eye-watering familial debt she had to pay back, and her fervent resolve soon returned tenfold. The hard-fought battle to leave her bed was then followed by a bracing shower as the flat’s aged boiler tried and failed to generate anything more than a tepid, sputtering stream. It was then down the stairs and straight into the welcoming hub of her new business, a bakery and coffee shop located right within the heart of Raymond’s bustling city center, nestled between an antique shop and a charming bookshop. It was her very first business which she had proudly named The Sweet Spot and though it had been two weeks since the expensive and headache-inducing refurbishment had finally been completed, the lingering smell of the magnolia paint carefully applied to every wall, that she’d tirelessly sanded and plastered over herself, remained. Or perhaps it didn’t, and it merely haunted her; like the color swatches she still found lying around her cluttered back of house area. Those looking for a good cup of coffee and a sweet or savory treat for their breakfast or a hearty doorstop sandwich, made with freshly baked bread, for their lunch could find comfort within the new cozy nook. Though minimal in its approach to decor, the light of the walls mixed with the mint-green comfy banquette seating and the greenery of the hanging potted ivy brought about an understated elegance; leaving the focus of the room to be what was truly the rightful centerpiece; the large Grape Pâtisserie display case which she kept stocked with the attractive delicacies that she and her assistant bakers worked tirelessly to create each morning. To cut costs and to inject some of her own personal wealth to fund her venture, Harriet had sold her former home and taken residence in the not-so elegant studio flat that came included with the premises, much to her parent’s displeasure. She could still see the disapproving frowns and hear the unveiled disparity of their words as they begrudgingly came ahead of the movers to help her take inventory for her former, and very beautiful, Victorian home; most of her possessions having to be moved straight into storage. To them her downsizing had seemed a colossal step back, but didn’t the adage go that sometimes one must take a step back to thus take more forward in the future? Padding into the shopfront to switch on the silver pendent lighting and the large duck egg-blue Italian coffee machine she was renting from her coffee suppliers; the deposit for it worth more than her car, the young woman waited for it to whir to life and run through its cleaning cycle before it would be ready for use. The process took no longer than ten minutes and yet at this time of the morning it felt like a lifetime as she stood aching for her ritual morning espresso. She had barely had enough time that morning to scrape her brunette curls into a messy chignon and had completely forgone makeup, save for the concealer beneath her eyes to mask the dark circles that were fast becoming a permanent fixture on her face. Her assistant bakers Arthur and Mollie would be arriving within the hour to sanitize the kitchen and begin to prepare the dough needed for the breads, buns and pastries. Very soon the whole building would be full of delicious warmth, sweet scents and expertly roasted coffee, and the niggling stress and self-doubts over whether she had made the right decision in pursuing this path would dissipate; fading into sweet oblivion. It was the same every day. The soft launch a week prior had gone better than expected, local bloggers and foodies had swarmed to the invite-only opening and the local press had been very complimentary. As a result, the amount of business in her first week had been better than expected, more so than she had initially forecast, but she knew that the buzz would die down, she was the shiny new trinket on the high street, and she knew better than to rest on her laurels; this was the time for trial-and-error, to find out what worked, to capture as many customers as she could and turn them into regulars, it also meant spreading herself extremely thin. She could only afford to keep Mollie and Arthur on until after lunchtime and her two part-time baristas, both students, had demanding schedules which often left her pulling double shifts working the front of house. Still, it was the price to pay, or not to pay, to keep her overheads low and her profit margins high. It was also the reason she had said yes to a new, experimental scheme, one of which would provide a hired hand, though their resume would prove more colorful than most…***It was seven o’clock and the sun was finally streaming through the small awning windows in the kitchen where the baking was well and truly underway; Mollie and Arthur were busy preparing the large bread bins whilst Harriet was stood mixing the cheese for the specialty scones.“So, what’s the new hire going to be like, Hattie?” Mollie quizzed, accidentally dusting flour onto her face as she fanned herself with her hands; the new air-conditioning unit evidently not enough to combat the intense heat of all the varying ovens.“I don’t know.” Harriet shrugged. “His parole officer is going to meet with me later this morning, and he’ll start around two o’clock this afternoon when the girls need to leave. That’s always when I need the most help. I'm flat out trying to work on my own until closing time every day.”“Remind me why you’re hiring a criminal again? Hardly something your parents would approve of. Trying to give mummy dearest an aneurysm?” Arthur chided; a light jest which he knew his boss wouldn’t take offense to. They had all endured Harriet’s parents, especially her mother, and their overbearing presence in the business’s formative weeks as they surveyed and questioned every detail of where their investment was going and what exactly it would be used for.“The government have offered a rather decent grant by way of compensation for employing someone who might struggle finding full-time employment given their background. It’s win-win, right? I help someone start afresh and in turn the government helps me. It also isn’t bad for the business, you know, that we’re a part of this scheme. They already mentioned it on the six o’clock news last night.” Harriet explained trying to convince them as much as she was trying to convince herself.“I suppose, but by the time he starts it'll just be you and him here, is that safe? And does he even have any experience?” Arthur queried, unable to hide the concern etching his brow.“I'll be perfectly safe, Arthur.” Harriet tutted, though she was touched by his concern. "Experience-wise? None that I’m aware of, but clearing tables, loading the dishwasher and mopping up to start with isn’t exactly rocket science. We’ll move on to training him up on the coffee machine later and then just maybe, on the till, at which point I can get a sit-down.” Harriet laughed, though the gesture didn’t quite meet her tired eyes, she was trying not to judge a book by its very colorful cover. This would be a good thing, it had to be.***She had opted for a cozy gray wool-knitted dress that day to pair with black tights and her comfiest, worn-in Doc Marten boots. The oversized dress did well not to drown her slim frame yet, despite being so wrapped up, Harriet was still sat shivering into her favorite scarlet Jasmina scarf which she had wrapped around her neck for further protection from the cold. However, in this instance, the source of cold wasn’t the winter weather but rather the walk-in fridge she’d spent far too long cleaning and re-ordering, saved only by Chloe, one of the barista’s, fetching her to tell her a Miss Mary Inward had arrived, also known to her as Oliver's parole officer. Coffees had been prepared and paperwork laid out on the oak desk between them in Harriet's small office; still cluttered with unopened boxes and parcels which the parole officer had almost tripped over upon entering. Mary Inward had about the same amount of joy as Hattie’s somber parents combined, and her thin lips were pinched into a hard straight line. Cool blue irises offered little in the way of warmth and her tone was very matter of fact, though Harriet supposed the nature of her job might be the root cause.“They told me you had asked if he had ever been racist?” Mary spoke up, breaking Harriet from her distracted train of thought.“Well…” Harriet shrugged awkwardly, gesturing to her tanned skin. “… I am biracial, it was an initial concern.”“I understand. We wanted to assure you that although Oliver has a number of charges he has had to answer to, none of them were racially motivated.”“Regarding those charges, could you remind me of them?”“It’s all detailed in the documents provided, Miss Newman.” Mary sighed, gesturing to the folder's worth of paperwork she had brought for Harriet, though she obliged her request. “Drunk and disorderly behavior, low level criminal damage, minor road traffic offenses, some public order offenses, some shoplifting, low level theft…”“… Christ.” Harriet fretted quietly, holding up her hands as a gesture for her to stop. This man was the same age as her and already had racked up quite the list of offenses. Looking up at the woman, she tried to find some semblance of reassurance. “But you know him, you’ve spent time with him. Will he want to work? Does he want to turn things around?”“He’s told me he does.” Mary reasoned. “Though they all do. I won’t beat around the bush, Miss Newman. This deal has him released early. He does a minimum of six months here, and he is free to go about his life as he pleases. If he messes up, he’s back inside to serve the full-term. I would see that as motivation enough, wouldn’t you?” Harriet nodded, conflicted in how she ought to feel. Still, it was too late to back out now. With paperwork signed and the promise of the grant gracing her business account within ten working days, all that was left was to wait for Oliver Payne to arrive for his first shift; just what he would be like she could only wonder and worry about. A pair of sturdy hands cupped the cherry glow of a cigarette to thwart the frigid wind that blew through the alley. Oliver blew smoke through his nostrils and pinched the cigarette between cracked lips as he rubbed his hands together in a futile attempt for warmth. Emerald eyes as green as new spring growth, dotted with flecks of strength and any, gazed at the trendy sign that read “The Sweet Spot”. His six-foot frame was huddled flat against the brick wall as he shuffled from foot to foot. He drew up the collar of his worn-out Corduroy jacket that he had found in a skip bin behind the hostel he had slept at the night before, and blew out a few more puffs of smoke. Citizens Advice Council had given him directions to the hostel when he had been allowed to leave the prison. There were six bunk beds to every cramped room at the hostel, and a dirty common toilet, but Oliver was happy since it gave more privacy than a prison cell. Oliver didn’t mind the cold wind. Drifting in and out of the prison system – the last stint was shy of a year for breaking and entering – he relished the wind on his stern face that reminded him of what freedom felt like.“You want to spend the rest of your life behind bars? Is that your end game? I’m offering you a chance to start fresh. You’re lucky that I’m even here talking to your sorry ass at all. There are dozens of men in here who would kill for this chance. So what’s it going to be?” Oliver had just sat there, eyes void of emotion, listening to the stern voice of the lady – Mary, he thought she had said her name was – as her eyes bored into his. A second chance at life? What will he even do outside the familiar confines of the prison system he had come to call home? This wasn’t the first time that he had contemplated starting over; twice before, he had tried to pull it together and hold down a job. But nobody wanted “his kind” around, no one wanted to take a chance on a convict, and so he had retreated back to what he knew best, and found himself back behind bars. How will this time be any different? From a young age, trouble and he had been bedfellows. Growing up in the wharves, other boys had made fun of him for not knowing who his father was. His mother was hardly home and the only time she came back to the flat that they had lived in was to bring home yet another stray man for a round or two. At first, Oliver had cupped his ears and hummed a song that he had heard on the radio to drown out the sound of his mum being used by strange men. They pay the rent, she had insisted. But when they stopped coming, she got desperate, and that’s when the bruises started to appear. She still insisted that it was fine, but one fateful day, when she had screamed bloody murder, twelve-year-old Oliver had barged into the bedroom and bashed the head of the man on top of his mum, with a brick. A Bobbie on the beat had heard the commotion and that was the first time Oliver had seen the inside of a prison cell. Poverty and desperation made him indifferent. As time passed, he had done what he needed to, to get by. The feeling of taking forceful control, of having a say in the matter, the power to make the world do what he wanted to with his fists, was exhilarating. And as time ticked by, so did the list of his offenses, until he finally went in way over his head. And now, he was tired of settling his problems with his fists. Tired of being the loser that his own mother screams at him for being, on those rare occasions when she comes to visit“Fine. If you’re not interested…'' The woman scooped up her paperwork and noisily pushed her chair back and surged to her feet. The sound of the chair legs scraping the floor dragged Oliver back to the present.“Wait.” Oliver’s green eyes lowered to his bound wrists on the metal table as he carefully picked his words. “I do this for just six months, and I’m free?”“She signs off that you held up your end of the bargain, and you’re scot-free.” Oliver scratched at a scab of skin on his knuckles and finally exhaled loudly.“Deal.” Now, standing in the bitter cold, all he had to do was to cross the road and start a new chapter of his life. He drew in one last drag and glanced down at the stub before flicking it onto the cobbled stones and stepping on it.“Fuck this.” He swung on his heels and headed back into the alley, doing what he always did when faced with a new challenge: Run away. Furthermore, he made it to the end of the alley when a figure moved out of the shadows and angled toward him. As he came closer, the man flashed a toothy smile.“Spare a fag, sonny?” Oliver shook his head but thrust his hands into his jacket pocket and fished out his last rolled cigarette and offered it to the bum.“You got a light?”“Fuck me, old man. You’re as needy as my mum!” Oliver extended his lighter and the man leaned closer, only to flash a rusted knife in his right hand. “Don’t make me use this! Give me your money and I’ll let you –” The left jab and the right hook came from nowhere, and the old man stumbled and found himself on his back, looking up at the menacing face with green eyes that hovered above him.“You have to get up a lot earlier than this to pull a fast one on me, old man. You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today.” Oliver tossed the knife away and drew his right leg back to finish off the would-be mugger, as the fallen man curled up into a ball to brace for impact. The kick didn’t come. And when the old man finally peeked out from the fetal position, all he saw was the back of the young man who had spared his life, ducking into a café on the other side of the road.—Oliver paused under the sign and intently gazed at the doorknob. He finally drew in a deep breath and stepped into the café. The aroma of coffee and the sweet smell of pastries enveloped him as he stepped aside for a woman who ducked out the door clutching a brown paper bag and a cup of coffee. The mouthwatering smell of freshly baked bread made Oliver lick his lips as he glanced at the large pâtisserie case display. His eyes settled on a highly glazed circular bun, with nib sugar and currants on top. He leaned in and ran his thick fingers over the spotlessly-clean glass before catching himself. Suddenly finding that he was the only other person in the café, except for the woman behind the counter a few feet away, he hurriedly tugged off his old wool knit cap and clutched it in a tight grip. His tawny-brown hair was cropped short, framing his anxious face that boasted a proud chiseled jaw that currently hung open. Wringing his cap with both hands, he gingerly approached the lady in the gray wool-knitted dress.“Pardon me, my lady. I was asked to call on a Ms. Newman,” he finally managed to utter. “I’m Oliver Payne.” Taking a deep sip of her cappuccino, dusted with a generous helping of chocolate powder, Harriet enjoyed a rare sit-down in her office as she caught her breath. Out back, in the kitchen, Mollie and Arthur would be preparing ingredients for the next morning, freezing stock and cleaning everything down, whilst the two baristas; Megan and Chloe, would be keeping an eye on things out front. The lunch rush had passed by in a blur; Hattie had remained at the till, ringing through every order and trying to connect positively with every new customer that came through her door, whilst Chloe made the coffees and Megan bussed the tables and ran the lunch and pastry orders over to customers. No sooner had she gotten comfortable did her office door knock thrice, it was Megan.“There’s someone asking for you, they said they’re from the Raymond Times. Want me to show her in?” Nodding with a tired sigh, Hattie cleared some space on her cluttered desk. “Sure, send her through, and see if she wants a coffee.” She thought it wise to butter up the press. Having drained the last of her coffee, she was mid-reach for her pack of spearmint gum, to freshen her breath, when a woman bustled through; a cup of coffee in her gloved hand. Draped in an expensive-looking faux-fur coat and with her blonde bob perfectly coiffed beneath her black beret, Harriet immediately recognized the journalist from her private launch. Georgie Hunter; so well-spoken and proper even her snobbish parents had immediately warmed to her when they had exchanged words at the private soft launch. Hattie had remarked at how near-impressed her parents had seemed; watching on as the journalist, vocally and on paper, heralded her business a new staple of the community; praising the twenty-five-year-old for saving the Georgian building, a former cobbler’s, that had long since fallen into hard times and a state of very near-disrepair. Harriet almost swore she had seen the signs of a smile on her mother’s face as she had stood in front of her new building, prosecco in hand, smiling for the picture that would end up on page four in the newspaper’s‘Up camp; Coming’section. To be featured again certainly wouldn’t hurt. Was that why she was here?“Harriet, darling.” Georgie drawled, reaching out to exuberantly shake Hattie’s hand, who had risen from her seat to greet her. “So good to see you. Business looks booming out there.”“Yes, we’ve been busier than anticipated, though I will certainly not complain. It’s good to see you too.” She smiled back, gesturing to one of the empty seats opposing the desk for Georgie to take. “Thank you for your kind words in the paper. To what do I owe the pleasure so soon after your first visit?” Both seated, Georgie wasted no time in setting her coffee on the desk and opening her black handbag; pulling out a notepad and pen.“Well, a little birdie told me that your business has been one of the first to sign up for the new scheme to give a second chance to an offender. I just wondered if I might be able to have your words about your experience for the article I’m going to be working on soon. I think it’ll be brilliant for your business.”“Sure, though there isn’t much I can offer at the moment, he hasn’t started yet.” Harriet smiled.“Oh, I know.” Georgie laughed, scrawling her name and number before she ripped the page out of her notebook and slid it over to her. “In, say, a couple of weeks from now, might we arrange a meeting? Call and let me know when is most convenient.”“Certainly.” Harriet agreed, hoping wholeheartedly that when the time came, she would have plenty of good things to say about her experience.***For the first time that day business was lulling, as it often did before the next wave at four o’clock. It was just her and soon, Oliver. Eyeing the clock on the wall, she noted that he was behind time. Hardly the best first impression, and yet she reasoned there could be some unpreventable delays on his side. A customer bustled in from the cold, bringing with her the chill of the winter’s day. Harriet moved quickly to meet the lady’s order; a caramel latter to-go accompanied by one of the last almond croissants. Order bagged, and a fresh loyalty card stamped and handed out, she had turned to clean down the steam wand and chrome milk jug she had used. The bell of the door tinkled, signalling the customer’s exit and, unbeknownst to her at the time, Oliver’s entrance. It was as she glanced over her shoulder that she noted the new presence; his tall frame hardly sheltered from the elements in the thin corduroy jacket he wore. Curiously she watched as the young man stared at the fare on offer; absent-mindedly resting his touch against the glass of her display. Something kept her still as she watched on. Despite the overhead music playing softly from the speakers, a comfortable quietness dominated the space and for a short spate of time it seemed he was in his own world. It was only when he lifted his gaze and inquired for her that she felt confident to broach forward.“My lady?” She remarked with a soft chuckle. “That’s far too formal.” She smiled at him then, tired eyes meeting with the green hue of his notably striking irises. “You can call me Harriet, or Hattie. Whichever you’d prefer.” Walking around the counter to meet with him, she proffered a hand, taking his in her soft hold. “Nice to me-…” She had made to greet him properly and yet her voice wavered as she noted his reddened knuckles. Snapping out of it, Hattie gestured to the seating area. “Please, go take a seat anywhere you like. I’m not about to throw you right in at the deep end, let’s have a chat first, hey? We can go through some house rules.” As he settled, Harriet quickly dipped back of house and into her office where, on her desk, a bag containing Oliver’s uniform sat. Nothing fancy, a couple of branded t-shirts, and two black aprons with The Sweet Spot’s logo embossed in white. Whilst there, she decided to head into the kitchen, grabbing a take-out cup as she went. Hurriedly she loaded the cup up with ice from the freezer and found out a fresh cloth. Returning to the shopfront, she was relieved to find no customers waiting, just Oliver. Harriet approached the table, placing the bag at his feet and the ice and cloth before him. “You don’t want them to swell.” She quirked a brow, nodding towards his knuckles “I’m going to make us both a coffee.” She decided. “It’s cold, and you look like you could use one.” Within minutes Harriet had returned to the table; bringing coffees for them both along with the iced bun she had caught him looking at. Placing them on the table, Harriet pulled a seat and absent-mindedly raked a hand through the messy curls that were falling loose from her hair clasp. She felt uncharacteristically nervous. She hadn’t known what to expect, but still, she hadn’t been expecting him.“So, err, I won’t bore you with a ton of information.” She started, her fingers reaching out to nurse the mug set before her. “In that bag there are a couple of shirts and aprons that you’ll need to wear on shift. They are your responsibility to keep clean and ironed, however if there’s difficulty with this where you’re staying, there is a washing machine and tumble dryer upstairs.” Lifting the mug to her full lips, Hattie took a quick sip before continuing. “For now, you’ll be helping me during the afternoon until close, but keep in mind the two ‘til seven shift pattern might be subject to change as and when I may need you or to cover any staff absence or holiday.” The song playing overhead changed and Harriet found herself averting her gaze from his eyes and down to her mug.“You get a half an-hour break, and you can make yourself a sandwich for your lunch at no cost. Regarding your duties, for now, you’ll be taking and running orders, bussing tables and cleaning. There is a cleaning schedule pinned behind the counter; each job you do, you sign your name to it. Once you’ve been here a little longer, we’ll get you trained up on the coffee machine, if anything it’ll be easier for me to train you myself in the evening as that’s when we're quiet.” It was all rather mundane and yet necessary information; she couldn’t gage whether she was boring him or whether he was truly that enthused to be here.“I’ll give you a proper tour of the place later, not that there’s much to see, mind. For now though, once you’ve finished your coffee, you can change into your shirt out back, and we’ll get you started.” Another sip of coffee, her third of the day, probably not the best idea but it was so hard to keep the tiredness at bay. Lifting her hazel eyes to meet with his again, Harriet did her best to look at ease. “Any questions, Oliver?” This young lady was nothing like the image that had squarely planted itself in Oliver’s mind when he had first heard the proposition that Mary had made. He had pictured a much older, more stern-looking woman with gray hair and wrinkles. The radiant beauty that lightly gripped his hand was the exact opposite. But he was onto her! He knew her kind; they were all the same: rich, entitled, born with a silver spoon in their mouths, they were the type that looked down upon the poor as they ordered them around. It didn’t matter how pretty her face was, or how exotic her skin was, she wasn’t fooling anyone – especially not him, he told himself. No matter how beautiful she was. Oliver forced a thin smile. “Yes, Madam Harriet,” he replied, averting his gaze to focus on the wool cap in his left hand. When she directed him to take a seat, he wandered over to a small table in a corner and dusted the chair with his cap – more so by habit than necessity – before taking a seat. When his young, new employer emerged from a back room, Oliver surged to his feet. When she offered him the ice he glanced down at his bruised knuckles, a sight that was as common to him as the indignant face that stared back at him in the mirror. Bruises reminded him that he was alive. If his fists were not meeting a jaw or a nose it was leaving a bloody imprint on a wall. Each punch that thundered into flesh, brick, or bone released a little more of his pent-up rage. It felt good. He felt alive. When she busied herself pouring coffee, he emptied half of the ice onto the cloth that she had set on the table and pressed the makeshift ice compress onto the knuckles of his right hand. When she returned with their coffee and the bun that he had been eying, he couldn’t help but smile broadly. “Thank you,” he said, before he took his seat once she had. Oliver kept his eyes on the steaming coffee that was offered to him as Harriet rattled off for a while. He nodded occasionally and glanced at the directions that she had indicated, taking in the details as he quietly sipped his coffee. The piping hot liquid was a welcomed rush of warmth as it trickled down his throat. He blew into the cup and puckered his lips before slurping each sip loudly.“No questions, Madam Harriet,” he finally said, as his eyes sought out the back room. Excusing himself, he rose and carefully tucked away the bun in his jacket pocket for dinner later on. Food was scarce, and he had only a few crumbled pounds and loose change in his pocket. He was already looking forward to the free sandwich at lunchtime the next day. Ducking into the back room, he walked into the toilet with the uniform bag. He emerged moments later, placing his street clothes in the bag and sliding it under a rack that sat by an old wooden cupboard. The t-shirt was a size too small and barely contained his muscular physique; his brawny pecs and toned arms bulged as he approached Harriet while tying his apron. He glanced down at the short sleeves that accentuated his bulging biceps as he brushed the front of his apron. “Do these come in men’s sizes?” Without another word, he collected the empty coffee cup and cloth with the ice and strode back to where the kitchen was. He thrust his hands under the tap and dried them on a clean cloth before walking back to join Harriet. This time though, he had a cloth with him, and he quietly went about cleaning the tables and dusting the chairs. He was good with his hands, that was a fact. Using them to clean was almost as rewarding as making a bloody mess. Work meant he was busy. Busy meant he was out of trouble. If he can keep this up for six months, he’d be out of here and on his own. He’d spent years toiling at hard labor. How hard could six short months be, doing this cushy work? The chime of the bell above the door signaled a customer and also the start to Oliver’s first day at The Sweet Spot. He was looking forward to a new chapter to his miserable life. Perhaps this was the chapter that turned it around. But old habits die hard. And young fools die harder. “No questions, Madam Harriet”“Really, just Harriet, or Hattie.” She reminded him quickly, watching after him as he went. Harriet had been unloading plates and mugs from the steaming dishwasher behind the counter when Oliver had emerged from out back, now wearing the uniform that she’d given to him. Turning to look at him, before she could catch herself, her eyes widened as her gaze fell to his arms and noticeably strong form. Lips parting, she quickly looked back up to him, doing her best to remain neutral.“My apologies for the ill-fitting shirts, I’ll order some in a larger size for you tonight.” She was quick to assuage, reaching up and nervously tucking a wayward curl behind her ear, feeling rather stupid that his roguish good looks and physique were causing an internal distraction. Fortunately he removed himself from the conversation as quickly as he had entered it. Hattie watched after him as he moved to begin working, without needing much input from her. She supposed he just wanted to get on with the job at hand, though she did hope that he would come to find some benefit from working with her; this business was the single-most important thing in her life and she was fiercely protective of it. The late afternoon custom soon came calling followed by the four o’clock rush, and Harriet was soon unable to think of anything other than completing the orders; though he was there in her peripheral, and she couldn’t help her gaze returning to him from time to time.***The bakery and café was closed for the night. With coffee machine cleaned and powered down and having gone through and signed off the cleaning duties with Oliver, Harriet waited as Oliver gathered his jacket before she gathered a couple of items, which she jostled in her hold as she walked him to the door.“Thanks for your help today.” She smiled. “Firstly, take this” Handing over a thick wool-knit black scarf, it was hers, evident by the faint smell of her perfume still lingering. “That coat is not enough to shield you from the Baltic conditions out there. I don’t want you getting sick” She laughed nervously, hoping he wouldn’t be offended by the gesture. “And secondly…” She passed out a small envelope. “… Nothing much, just a few quid, it’s your share of the tips today. I split them at the end of the day, the girls usually get theirs in the morning, but I figured you should have yours now.” She paused a moment, her gaze falling to the sharpness of his well-defined jaw line. “I appreciate your hard work today. I’ll, her, see you tomorrow then. Get home safe.” Backing out of the way so that he could pass by her, Hattie took a quick breath before locking up after him, her heart notably thumping harder in her chest than usual. Shutting off all the lights, Harriet made her way up to her studio above the business. Dragging out her laptop, she quickly placed an order with her supplier for a few more of the branded shirts in a much larger size, knowing that they would need a few working days to complete it, the young woman felt her cheeks begin to heat up at the thought of a few more days of him having to wear the tighter shirt. Burying her face in her hands, she cursed under her breath. She had to get a grip. It was wholly inappropriate for her to be thinking on her newest employee this way and yet, the coolness of his gaze and the deep husk of his tone, not to mention his striking features, refused to leave her thoughts.***It was eight o’clock and half an hour away from open. The deliciously rich scent of Hattie’s famous triple chocolate cookies flooded the kitchen. Mollie and Arthur were eager to find out more about Oliver, but Hattie was noticeably cagey about giving any real detail.“C’mon, there’s got to be more about him, you’re not saying.” Arthur chided.“Really, you’re both terrible.” Harriet sighed. “He’s a man of few words, he came in, got on with the job and was perfectly well-mannered. It’s a relief, really. There seems to have been nothing to worry about.” Mollie quirked a brow before her eyes widened with excitement. “He’s handsome, isn’t he?” She grinned.“W-what?” Hattie managed to croak, almost dropping the mug of coffee in her hands.“By Jove, I think you’ve figured it.” Arthur laughed, sharing a look with Mollie. “There’s no shame, Hats, you can tell us.” Her lips parted to offer some form of rebuttal, but before words could form, the door knocked; thankfully saving Harriet from an awkward conversation with her two assistant bakers. It was one of her baristas, calling for her to sign for a new delivery from her coffee suppliers. Before she left the now-uncomfortable heat of the kitchen, Harriet shot a withering frown at the pair who were now smiling knowingly after her. Why did she have to be so easy to read?***The morning and early afternoon had passed in a flurry and, thankfully, her cookies had been a hit with the customers. A quick check of the online review sites The Sweet Spot was mentioned on showed she was still yet to receive any negative feedback, and, to her delight, a few new comments had been left by customers; recommending the place and complimenting the fare they had purchased. It was a relief and something she was keen to keep up. Distracted with a million different tasks to juggle; before she knew it, two o’clock came, and with it, a strange mix of anticipation and anxiety. Hattie’s only hope was that Oliver wouldn’t pick up on any of it. Oliver’s first day on the job was uneventful. He busied himself with cleaning duty; being somewhat of an OCD compelled him to tend to every table and chair at the café. He signed his name on the cleaning schedule pinned behind the counter and moved onto the kitchen area to tidy up what he felt needed to be. Around 3 o'clock he decided to take his 30-minute break. He made himself an egg salad sandwich and saved half of it for dinner. He hung his apron on a peg on the wall next to the back door that led to the alleyway and grabbed a rubbish bag in one hand and the sandwich in the other. Furthermore, he let out a soft moan as he bit into the sandwich. Tossing the rubbish into the common bin in the alley he leaned on the brick wall and wolfed down his lunch. The wintry wind soon urged him to seek refuge back in the café, and he ducked into the warmth once more. The late afternoon rush of customers was overwhelming. Oliver was not used to having that many people crammed into the tight space that he occupied, especially since he spent most of his time behind bars in solitude. Initially, he simply stood by the counter as the customers placed their orders and patiently waited for their food or drink. When Harriet called his name, he sprang to attention and rushed to run the orders to the table or customer that she pointed at. He couldn’t help but marvel at how friendly and proficient she was. Making sure to not meet her gaze, he stayed in the background and watched her with interest. Towards the end of the busy period, Oliver had begun to pay attention to which customers had placed which orders so that when Harriet called out the order as she got it ready Oliver knew whom or which table to run it over to. At one point, he even managed a rare smile when the largest of the tables that sat six people ordered ten plates with sandwiches and buns, all of which he expertly carried on a tray in one go. He hadn’t seen that much food being consumed at one sitting but if it meant business for the café then it was a good thing, he thought. Oliver was surprised at how hard Harriet worked. He had pictured a boss who sat in her office and ordered her staff around so he was more than curious to know why she did all the hard work by herself, save for his limited help. From the fresh paint on the walls and the furniture in the café, he could tell that it was newly opened, so why hadn’t she hired more help? Once the customers thinned, Oliver cleaned the table and chairs once more before wiping down the glass surfaces. When it was finally dark outside, he was fixing to leave when Harriet approached him. He ran his thumb over the thick wool-knit black scarf that she offered him and had a mind to decline the gesture. But when he looked into her eyes, he saw the genuine and sincere intention in them, which caught him off guard.“Ma…er… Harriet, this is too kind. I am not looking for a handout, just so you know.” He shifted from one foot to the other as he looked down at the scarf. “I will pay you back when I can afford to.” As if on cue, she then offered him the envelope and his eyes lit up. He gingerly accepted it. “This isn’t necessary, Harriet. Thank you.” He was at a loss for words, and he left it at that and tucked the envelope away in his pants pocket. “Goodnight. Be safe out there. I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that, he slipped out the front door, thankfully draping the scarf around his thick neck. The mild scent of perfume brought a warm smile to his face and he lifted one end of the scarf to his nose to inhale deeply. Quickly glancing over his shoulder to make sure she didn’t see him, he hurried across the road and walked back to his hostel. Thirty minutes later, he stepped into the cold room that he shared with five others. He sank down onto the bunk bed by the window and took out the sweet bun and the left over half of his lunch sandwich. As he took a bite out of the bun he noticed a skeletal thin man huddled on his bed, staring at Oliver through unblinking eyes.“Have you eaten?” A shake of a head. Oliver tossed the sandwich to the man who hungrily devoured it with a nod of thanks. Moments later, Oliver tried in vain to fall asleep, but images of Harriet kept swimming in his mind’s eye. He turned and tossed and wrapped the scarf that she had given him more tightly around his neck and finally succumbed to a blissful sleep. Her perfume lingered, and she haunted his sweet dreams.------The next afternoon, there was a spring in Oliver’s step as he made it to the café on time. He stepped into his new place of work and quickly noticed a few spots that needed to be cleaned and tidied up. He approached the counter and greeted Harriet with a smile.“Good afternoon, Harriet. I hope your day has been as lovely as these,” he said, as he emptied the withering flowers from a vase on the side of the counter by the telephone and replaced them with a fresh bunch that he had bought with the previous day’s tip money. He tried not to stare into Harriet’s eyes as he arranged the bouquet of white Asiatic Lilies, blue Delphiniums, and purple Monte Casino. He had wanted to add yellow roses, but he didn’t quite have enough money, yet.“Has it been busy this morning?” has asked, as he strode to the back of the café to change into his uniform. When he emerged, he brought with him a broom and a clean cloth to begin his cleaning chores. “While I was waiting in line at the flower shop, I heard the people in front of me mention your café. They had nothing but good things to say, mind you.” He flashed her a smile before arranging the chairs and sliding a table into its rightful place. Then he paused and tilted his head as he looked at her.“Why haven’t you hired more help? If today is anything like yesterday, you and I are going to be very busy by ourselves.” Eyes fell to the pretty array of flora in his grip, the delicate flowers seeming almost juxtaposed in the hands of the rugged man. Harriet was quick to voice her appreciation; agreeing that they were indeed very lovely. Watching him bundle them into the now-empty vase, Hattie least against the counter, taking a much-needed breath, it had been a busy day already but good by all accounts. She was also especially pleased to hear that her business had been spoken about positively; word of mouth was the best kind of advertisement.“It has been busy, we’re taking more bread orders than expected, I had planned further down the line to have a pre-order system, but I think I may have to expedite that sooner. It’s not a bad problem to have, just a little extra work but nothing I can’t handle.” She enthused; her nose crinkling as she smiled. Oliver queried why she didn’t have more help. It was true that she spread herself thin and in the long-run her current schedule wasn’t sustainable, however more revenue and profit needed to be generated.“I won’t lie, more help would be great, but I have to keep my overheads as low as I can for the short-term. I didn’t want too much help from my family, so I invested a lot of my own capital into this venture, I mean, I sold my house and moved upstairs, so there's a lot of riding on this. The first six months, hell, the first year is crucial. Everything I do from this point determines the future of this business. I would certainly love to have more staff but at this time, after crunching a ton of numbers, I can only reasonably afford who we have now. Still, you don’t strike me as someone shy of hard, busy work, you’ve taken to this place like a duck to water.” Hattie added the last comment pointedly, smiling over at Oliver who had automatically been arranging an errant table which a previous customer had moved to join onto another. As Oliver cleaned and arranged, Hattie rearranged her pastry display before stocking up the till with a stash of small change. The after-work rush was looming and so the pair had worked quite well between them to get everything ready. Stopping for a beat, Hattie took some time to make them both a latte, adding a pump of hazelnut syrup in each; the sweetness felt needed as did the sugar kick. Heading to him, coffee offering in hand, she caught his attention with a soft, inquisitive smile.“Tell me, Oliver, I’m curious… After your time with me, what would you like to do?” Oliver kept himself busy cleaning the tables and chairs as Harriet spoke about why she had not hired more help. His eyes remained on his task at hand, for the most part, but he shot her a glance when she mentioned that she lived above the café. She had struck him as an affluent lady who he had imagined would have lived in a posh uptown apartment. As she described to him how she had funded her little venture, he paused his cleaning and nodded to himself.“I’m no stranger to hard work. I’ve known it all my life. This work is not hard at all, and I appreciate the chance that you’ve given me. I won’t let you down.” He smiled and ducted into the back room and appeared with a broom and swiftly swept the floor before the evening rush. He had just put away the broom when she approached him with a latte. Furthermore, he smiled and offered a quick nod of thanks. Furthermore, he preferred his coffee black, but he politely sipped the latte and licked the sweetness off his lips. When she asked him about his plans after his time at the café, he glanced out the large store window into nothingness. He held his coffee just shy of his lips as he thought deeply about her question. He had not, in earnest, thought that far ahead, but it was a fair question to ponder on. The horn of a passing sedan snapped him out of his daze and his eyes dipped to the coffee before taking another sip.“The beach,” he finally replied. “I’d like to go to the beach. I want to feel the wind on my face, through my hair, everywhere.” He swept his hand through his hair as if to emphasize his point. He looked at her and smiled.“When you’ve spent as long as I have behind bars and within four walls, you miss the wind. Wind is freedom, at least to me. So the beach is where I will go.” He nodded as if to reaffirm that answer to himself. He glanced at the black sedan that drove by the café for a third time with heightened curiosity. As it slowed down, Oliver tried to make out the occupants, but the windows were tinted. The sedan suddenly sped off with a screech and a frown replaced the smile that had been on Oliver’s face just moments before. He turned his attention to Harriet once more and pointed at her.“Why a café? You seem like you could have started any business. Why did you pick this?” His eyes locked onto hers for the longest period since they had met, and he couldn’t resist the allure of getting to know her a little better. Harriet smiled as Oliver caught a far away look in his eyes as he spoke on wanting to go to the beach. A simple yet pleasant wish, one that could easily be fulfilled. A pang of sadness pressed upon her, she had the impression he hadn’t often been beside the sea, if at all. How long had he been caught up in system? It was hard for the woman to imagine that he, who had been nothing but quiet, considered and an ardent worker, had really done all the things listed in the document she’d been given. How had he fallen into that life, and could this opportunity be enough to keep him on the straight and narrow? She really hoped so.“Why a café? You seem like you could have started any business. Why did you pick this?” Her lips parted to answer when their eyes locked, and she felt a growing heat in the base of her chest, she hoped her silence would be taken as a considered one, that she was thinking on her response rather than getting distracted by the man before her. Clearing her throat, Harriet met with his warm smile and tucked a wayward curl behind her ear.“I love to bake, and I wanted to go to culinary school, but my parents had other ideas for me, and I’m afraid to say that I was quite reliant upon their financial help and also cared very much about what they thought, so I compromised and studied English Literature and Language at University instead. I was, however, fortunate enough to get some work experience at a pâtisserie in my gap year and I loved every minute of it.” Taking a sip of her coffee, Harriet took the opportunity to take a seat whilst it was quiet. “I did enough time in my previous job to realize that it didn’t matter how much I was being paid or how nice my corner office was, it wasn’t enough, not really. This is more than a café to me, Oliver. This is my dream. I get to wake up every morning, bake with people who are equally passionate as I am, and then I get the pleasure of watching people enjoy what I’ve made. It’s not without risk, and I’m painfully aware, and reminded by my parents, that I could fail, but I would see it as more of a fail never even having tried in the first place.” Realising she’d rambled on, she halted herself for a moment and took another large sip of coffee. It was after she did so that softened, considered words soon followed.“I have every faith that you’ll get to that beach, Oliver. And when you do, when you feel that breeze run through you, you’ll feel exactly as I do now, you’ll feel like you’re exactly where you’re meant to be and that the world finally makes some semblance of sense.” She met with his gaze once more, a small smile on her full lips.“We’ll get you trained up on the coffee machine later, shall we?” She offered.***The last customer departed, Harriet waited until they’d gone, and the bell above the door had chimed before moving quickly to switch the sign to ‘Closed’. Furthermore, she had found Oliver to be a quick study, there was still some way to go to have him master the perfect flat white and tornado but the basics he had picked up in little to no time. As they’d gotten most of the cleaning tasks done throughout the quieter periods, Harriet let Oliver know that he needn’t stop on, she’d do the last of it before hitting the hay.“I appreciate your help today. Before you go, make sure you take your tips, they’re in the jar, I’ve already taken out the girl’s share to give to them in the morning.” Hattie gestured to where the jar sat on the counter. “Also, some new shirts should be here in the next couple of days so you won’t have to suffer the ill-fitting ones for much longer, I am sorry about that.” She uttered, her eyes wistfully glancing down to the tight, form-fitting shirt he wore which was practically battling against his strong, broad chest and biceps. Though she knew it was wholly inappropriate, she would certainly miss the view.“Also, would you be okay to start an hour earlier tomorrow? One of the girls has to leave a little earlier and I could use the help? Don’t feel pressured to say yes.” Oliver glanced at the tip jar when Harriet asked him to take his share. He nodded with a smile but kept cleaning the last of the tables. He then caught a glance of the same car that he had seen previously that day making yet another pass. Furthermore, he wrung his fists over the wooden handle of the broomstick as he glared at the car through the window. Something didn’t feel right, and he decided to step out to make sure he was seen. He pretended to sweep the three front steps that led up to the front door, but his eyes were on the road. When he didn’t see the car make another round, he stepped back in and locked the door. He didn’t want to alarm Harriet and was glad when she had not noticed him stepping out to scout out front.“Yes, I can be here an hour early, Hattie,” Oliver replied, as he squeezed past her to put away the broom. He couldn’t help but notice her soft perfume as he did so. Furthermore, he smiled broadly when she mentioned the new t-shirts. “Think nothing of it. I’m not your average Joe. I’ll try not to rip these, in the meantime.” His eyes flicked to the front door once again and on a whim he went on. “I noticed that the boiler in the back is about to give out. You don’t want that in the dead of night. It needs new parts, but I can patch it up for now, if you don’t mind if I hang around for an hour?” His tone was insistent rather than inquiring. He didn’t feel comfortable leaving her alone and even an hour would give him the satisfaction that he was not overreacting to the car sighting. In an attempt to keep his eyes off her body for the umpteenth time today, he lowered his eyes to his knuckles, pretending to wipe them clean. “How long have you lived here? I suspect that the boiler doesn’t pump enough hot water to the top level, and I’m surprised you haven’t had it looked into by now.” He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “I’m sorry if I’m asking too many questions. You can tell me to shut up.” He opened the small cupboard in the kitchen and rummaged around in it. “Do you happen to have any tools?” Hattie felt her cheeks heat a little at the thought of Oliver tearing through the comically small shirts he had to put up with wearing. He certainly wasn’t an average Joe by any means. Lingering in her spot, she watched as he moved about helping with the close, following his line of sight to the door but thinking little of it. His suggestion regarding the boiler and staying for longer certainly struck her as generous.“I- I don’t mind but only if you’re sure? I’ve been meaning to have someone come out and look at it, but it’s been at the end of the long list of things to do to this old building, I’ll admit” She smiled, leaning against a counter. “I’ve not lived here very long, and you’d be right in thinking I’m not getting much of any hot water upstairs but hey, a bracing cold shower is something I’ve grown accustomed to.” She joked weakly. Waving off his suggestion of being quiet, Hattie watched after him as he began to rummage. “There’s a toolbox in the office, I’ll go get it for you.” It didn’t take long to retrieve the kit, which she placed down beside him. She figured it should have everything he might need, it was pretty well-stocked, it needed to be considering how much of the improvements she'd had to do for herself to keep renovation costs low. Harriet was of course grateful for the unexpected help, but his more insistent tone had her intuitive senses sparking, it didn’t seem as though he wanted to leave just yet. She supposed it was to do with his accommodation. Halfway houses weren’t famous for being comfortable. She couldn't help but wonder how he was getting on there, and whether his concern for her boiler was more of a reticence to head back home for the night.“Listen, I’ve got some Thai green curry I made yesterday, there’s plenty to spare. If you’re going to stay for a bit longer, would you like to have some dinner with me? I just need to heat it up and cook some rice to go with it. I could bring you a plate down here?” Oliver smiled. He caught himself too late, and so he allowed himself to loosen up. Hattie had a disarming nature that had somehow threaded through his thick skin to unlock his complicated emotions. He didn’t quite know if it was the need to protect her or the need for company that had made him offer to hang around. The boiler was an easy excuse. Whatever it was, he felt it was the right thing to do. He nodded and crouched down and cracked open the toolbox. He raised an eyebrow and looked up at her “Not bad. Not bad at all. I see you clean your tools before you put them away. That’s rare from a –,” he bit his tongue. “That’s rare.” When she mentioned Thai food his saliva glands betrayed him, but it was his growling stomach that gave him away. Rising to his feet with the toolbox in one hand he replied, “It’s been a long time since I’ve had dinner with anyone but an inmate. And it's been an even longer time since I’ve had Thai. Thank you, that sounds lovely.” He grinned and headed towards the boiler. “I best get started.” When Hattie had left to attend to their dinner, Oliver silently walked to the front door and checked it. He eyed the dark streets illuminated with dim lights. Then he went back to the boiler and got to work. It took longer than he had anticipated. The rusted bolts had to be pried open with care, as not to strip the heads. The machinery and plumbing boasted their age. The overflow valve was sealed tight, and he didn’t dare force it to open to drain the pressure. The expansion tank was barely operational, and the two pumps strained to pump water upstairs. He found a stuck relay that was forcing both pumps to work at the same time, and he improvised as best he could with the parts at hand. Finally, he tested the loops and nodded when the pressure in the pipes rose to a more acceptable level. Oliver put the toolbox away but slid the pipe wrench that he had been using under the counter, just in case he needed it. There wasn’t anything else that he could use as a weapon in a pinch and the wrench would do very nicely. The aroma of food gripped him by the nostrils and swung him around, just in time to see Hattie make her way downstairs. He went back to inspecting his knuckles, hoping she hadn’t caught him stealing a peek at her legs as she came down the stairs.“All done. It’s not my best work, but it’ll do until you can get a new relay.” His eyes fell to the food. “Let me help you with that,” he said, reaching for the bowl of rice.

Second Chances [HighLander & DesertFlower]|rating:4.0

_~A Twist In Time~_ Game Information Thread

(applicants and on lookers! This is a small role-play including a total of 10 people at maximum (for the moment). This story will start in 5th, 6th, and 7th year of which Charlie Weasley, Bill Weasley, and Nymphadora Monks are in school! The year is 1988 and both Charlie and Monks are in their 5th year and Bill is in his 7th! Due to the twist in time, things that couldn't happen have happened, and history has changed for the better? Worse? No one knows! This is a small group role-play, we are going on adventures, having fun, and general shenanigans. There will be little to no in class time unless you choose to, and we are only currently accepting 7 other people. With us three GMs that makes a 10-person roleplay with multiple characters per person if they so choose! ** DISCLAIMER **This is a 100% FAN FICTION. Names, dates, places, characters, and anything else that has to do with the Harry Potter Series/Universe belongs to J.K. Rowling and mutable publishing firms of the like. This is purely and poorly written for fun and to get a few laughs where and there. This site and those involved have chosen to write this out of boredom and a fascination of Harry Potter. There are simulates to the novels/movies they are all credit to whomever belongs to it. Some events in the Harry Potter Universe have been changed to fit the needs for writing this replay. If you do not like it do not read it. We will not mind so much. If I have over stepped ANY publishing issue please alert me Jim Usage and I will take this down. This is simply written for the entertainment of whom ever might want to read it and those involved most of all. ** WARNING!! **I am not anywhere near British…so I am lacking in British terminology and will use it wrong if I use it. Correct politely and I will thank you. Laugh at me and I will send my bunny minions after you! This replay containsFOUL LANGUAGE, SEX, SEXUAL CONTENT, DEATH, VIOLENCE, BAD KRAMER, and HORRIBLE MINDS. I have changed some (many) events in the Harry Potter Universe to fit my needs. I get my information from the novels, movies, Harry Potter Wiki, and pure imagination! This is an alternate reality story. Meaning what might have happened in the original story of Harry Potter might or might not come to pass this is all how the story flows and how we see it. Post Count Tracer*Note- To get a Big Group Forum We must have 1000 post. The first post in the thread counts.* Thread Name~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Post Count Main IC (~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~42Broom Cupboard (~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~1Dueling Club (~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~1OOC Threads IOC Chat! (Characters Sheets (information (you for this counter the Lovely Sharon!~ Table of Contents -- Link to pending and approved characters / playing board / IOC / Broom closet / Dueling club Twist In Time The Broom Hubbard (Club Wolf rick Tale (#msg9917469)Welcome Applicants Disclaimer/Warning Rules and Regulations (#msg9917469)No Ignore Policy No Underage Allowed GM Words IC Posting Rule Breakers Application (#msg9917472)SpeciesExampleOOC Chat (timeline (#msg9917478)The Early Years The Darkest Hour The Marauding Years The Struggle of Good and Evil GM Controlled Characters (#msg9917486)Approved and Pending Characters Schedules (#msg9917486)Places (#msg9917515)Current timeline (#msg9917519)Coming Events (#msg9917528)Dueling Club (#msg9917535)Q&A (#msg9917570)GM personal links GM Updates (#msg9917573) Rules and Regulations (subject to amendments of the counsel)1. Follow all rules of Illiquid, end of story.2. Under no circumstance is your character allowed to be active under the age of 16. Information here.3. GM word is law. Should you have any issues, complains, questions, or ideas please share? We will give a full explanation and our opinions as to why it can or cannot happen.4. No killing, maiming, or overstepping personal boundaries of other characters.5. There is a no ignore policy. See Information.6. There is a quality and content policy. This is an interactive group replay. We appreciated quality in the room. You do not have to talk everyone, but do put in detail, put in what others give you.7. Respect O & O’s.NO IGNORE POLICY Should you be in scene with a fellow character, you may not drop what you are doing and magically appear somewhere else. (unless both parties have stated in IOC otherwise) You are not to ignore charters as they appear. Should someone walk into a room take notice. If you are in a public area, hallway, classroom, courtyard, etc. If another character enters the area include them in the action. No hording characters. No one is invisible! If you are caught actively ignoring someone Wolf rick will see you learn. NEW TO IGNORE POLICY1. Every Sunday a new newsletter WILL go out to everyone. Each GM will have a question at the bottom that makes sure that you not only read the newsletter, but also know that you are reading and keeping up on all posts made in game for it pertains to everyone.2. If you ignore any newsletters or PM pertaining to this game (i.e. post in threads before addressing our PM) we will be subject to Rule Breakers law and put in detention (warning) until such time it is addressed. All detentions can be lifted PENDING ALL GM'S APPROVAL.3. If you happen to have to take a break from this game, deal with Real Life, or other such, please let us know at your earliest convenience. After void of posting within three days of your last post (in during time others have responded in thread or to you) and you have not let us know anything, We will invoke the Detentions.---No Underage Witches And Wizards Allowed---Due to Illiquid's Age Rules we have to follow this. It is simple, fifth year and above is allowed. As in 5th (16) year from 1988. We understand that there are four missing years and what ever backstory you might want to cover. This can be done so in a few ways ::Restating the event -- "Yeah I remember that time when Seamus blew burned off his eyebrows!"GM Approved Flashbacks -- Here we will discuss what might happen. In no way will anyone under the age of 16 be involved in anything other than G rated. These will be short and not take up much time because we would like to stay away from them.---GM Words---The GM's Viper, Jim Usage, and Tristan Pontus will all always discuss what is going on and how it is. Should we rule on something it will be winner gets 2/3's voice and that is that? Now if we are speaking IOC as GM's we will state so! It will be very clear and unmistakable so keep that in mind.---IC Posting---Each and every IC post will have a header. We will provide it, this will allow those active and GM's to quickly and easily catch on to what is happening in the story at any given time.NO IGNORE POLICY Should you be in scene with a fellow character, you may not drop what you are doing and magically appear somewhere else. (unless both parties have stated in IOC otherwise) You are not to ignore charters as they appear. Should someone walk into a room take notice. If you are in a public area, hallway, classroom, courtyard, etc. If another character enters the area include them in the action. No hording characters. No one is invisible! If you are caught actively ignoring someone Wolf rick will see you learn. Did you see the no ignore policy? Yeah it's twice, it's an issue on Illiquid, and us three have been victim to it, it will not be IGNORED!!!!RULE BREAKERS!!! Should you brake one of the rules you receive three detentions/warnings? Detention one with Fitch. You will be informed of the rule you have broken and subject to an IC detention. Detention two with Shape You will once more informed but subject to question by all three GM’s as well as a ‘time ban’ Detention three with Terra Once more informed, but we will find out why you are breaking the rules and continue to do so. As well as time ban and IC dentition once more. Should you break a rule a fourth time Wolf rick will see to you? You will be banned from the RP and not able to return. Creating your characterAPPLICATIONHogwarts Student Application Name :: Nick Name(s) ::Age ::Gender ::Sexuality :: (Any and all are accepted)Birthday :: (DD, MONTH, YYY)Birthplace ::Hometown :: Ethnicity :: Blood-Status :: House :: Titles :: Wand :: Patrons :: Bogart :: Do you have any medical concerns? [ ] Yes [ ] No If yes, please explain ::Do you have a pet? [ ] Yes [ ] No If yes, please explain ::Your Characters On's and Offs :: (if you and your characters o/o's are one and the same please link your O/O's page or list a clear list of both on's off's and HARD limits.)~All In the Image~Face Claim :: Name (it can be anyone you want as long as you have at least one image, please stay away from anime/cg images) Link Link (as many as you want) Height/Weight :: ft / lbs Extra :: (Piercings, tattoos, etc.) Basic Style :: (do they wear their uniform correctly, alter it, create their own look, messy, things like that) ~What They Might or Might Not Know~ Personality ::History ::~Odds camp; Ends~(You can add more just keep this at the minimum limit) Likes ::♦♦♦♦♦♦ Dislikes ::♦♦♦♦♦♦ Habits ::♦♦♦ Hobbies ::♦♦♦ Talents ::♦♦♦ Flaws ::♦♦ Trivia ::♦♦♦♦♦ Quote you live by ::♦ Biggest Secret ::♦~Those In Life~ Family Members: ♦ relation | name | age | occupation/house Friends Worth Noting: ♦ name | age | house/year Rival(s): ♦ name | age | house/year Code: [Select][center][b][size=14pt]Hogwarts Student Application [/size][/b][/center]Name :: Nick Name(s) ::Age ::Gender ::Sexuality :: [i](Any and all are accepted)[/i]Birthday :: (DD, MONTH, YYY)Birthplace ::Hometown :: Ethnicity :: Blood-Status :: House :: Titles :: Wand :: Patrons :: Bogart :: Do you have any medical concerns? [ ] Yes [ ] No If yes, please explain ::Do you have a pet? [ ] Yes [ ] No If yes, please explain ::Your Characters On's and Offs :: [i](if you and your characters o/o's are one and the same please link your O/O's page or list a clear list of both on's off's and HARD limits.)[/i][center][center][size=14pt]~All In the Image~[/size][/center][/center]Face Claim :: Name (it can be anyone you want as long as you have at least one image, please stay away from anime/cg images) Link Link (as many as you want) Height/Weight :: ft / lbs Extra :: (Piercings, tattoos, etc.) Basic Style :: (do they wear their uniform correctly, alter it, create their own look, messy, things like that) [center][size=14pt]~What They Might or Might Not Know~[/size][/center] Personality ::History ::[center][size=14pt]~Odds camp; Ends~[/size][i](You can add more just keep this at the minimum limit)[/i] [/center]Likes ::♦♦♦♦♦♦ Dislikes ::♦♦♦♦♦♦ Habits ::♦♦♦ Hobbies ::♦♦♦ Talents ::♦♦♦ Flaws ::♦♦ Trivia ::♦♦♦♦♦ Quote you live by ::♦ Biggest Secret ::♦[center][size=14pt]~Those In Life~[/size][/center] Family Members: ♦ relation | name | age | occupation/house Friends Worth Noting: ♦ name | age | house/year Rival(s): ♦ name | age | house/year EXAMPLE APPLICATION Hogwarts Student Application Name :: Cadence Stone Nick Name(s) :: Kai Age :: 17Gender :: Female Sexuality :: Heterosexual Birthday :: 30, March, 1969Birthplace :: The Cliffs Hometown :: The Cliff' Magical-Muggle town somewhere North of Perth Scotland Ethnicity :: British Blood-Status :: Pure-Blood House :: Slytherin Titles :: Head Girl Wand :: Dogwood 11-inches, Dragon Heart sting Patrons :: Hummingbird Bogart :: Gringos Bank Seal Do you have any medical concerns? [ ] Yes [x] No If yes, please explain ::Do you have a pet? [ ] Yes [x] No If yes, please explain ::Your Characters On's and Offs :: On's--the perfect mix between Bill Weasley and Professor Shape. Off's--Professor Wolf rick (not like this but I'm lazy) ~All In the Image~Face Claim :: Juno Temple Link (Link (Link (Link (Height/Weight :: 5ft 2in / 120 lbs Extra :: Scars from Hippagriff's across upper arms Basic Style :: Uniform is world mostly put together, tie optional, shirt untucked depending on time of day and class. Combat boots all around she doesn't have another pair of shoes. Personal clothes jeans, t-shirts, cotton dresses, warn jean jacket/vest. ~What They Might or Might Not Know~ Personality :: Kai is at first a very quiet, well-mannered, close to invisible girl. She is the as last person to talk up or back to almost anyone. The term ‘you can walk all over her’ is as close to accurate as it gets with Kai. Seemingly in her own world Kai is content to let he is world pass her by, she has close to not interest in it and figured if it does not personally affect her she doesn’t need to worry about it. She can come off as shrewd, cowardly, and even over all uninviting on how she answers questions or behaves around people. It takes a special kind of person to get past Kai’s bubble and a stubborn like person to deal with her once that bubble is popped. Kai is very pinioned about almost everything around her, almost always does she keep these opinions to herself (unless you become her friend they are subject to them). She has a strange way at looking at the world, she prefers actions to words most of the time and would rather observe than be a part of something. She is very passionate about the things she likes in life, her friends, and her beliefs. Furthermore, she isn’t one to understand how a woman should behave, however she does enjoy dressing up and looking pretty. Furthermore, she would rather be out in the mud and muck hair down and hands on than sitting in a classroom reading a book. Though she would love to curl up in front of the fireplace and enjoy a good romantic novel those moments are amazing. Once a girl who would cry at the slightest things, her friends have taught her a very simple rule in life. Crying just wastes time and energy, it changes nothing, solves nothing, and only gives you a migraine later on. Kai seems to have thick skin and a will stronger than the worst store of stubborn animal. Though she is very hard to approach most ‘younger people’ enjoy talking to her, she is very helpful and as some put it. “Even if she looks like she’s going to rip your head off she seems like a nice girl” Those that have gotten to talk to her find that she is not only helpful she is very much likely to smile and laugh. History ::Born Cadence Stone she along with her twin sister Joslyn are the ‘babies’ of the Stone family. From an early age Kai showed complete interests in her father’s line of work. Breeding, Rising, and Training Hippogriff’s. She was always with her father out in the yard, barn, fields, cliffs, always with the beasts, and by her father’s side. This might be part of the reason she was never close to her mother or sisters. It was no great secret that Kai’s mother did not marry her father out of love but for money, the Stone family was one of the richest Slytherin families left. At nine Kai witnessed her father’s death, it was officially stated that he was killed by a Hippogriff. By the time Kai was able to go to school her mother had spent most of the Stone family fortune, as it turns out was not a lot at all. Because of a trust fund that her father set in place for all his girls they were all able to attend school without an issue as to payments however Kai had to attend school with her father’s wand and wearing her sisters hand me down robes. Like every other Stone before her Kai was placed into Slytherin house. She was exceedingly bright gaining the attentions of her Professors, this made her a target for the other students especially her Slytherin Dorm mates one of which was her twin sister. Kai became close with Felix her first year both of them bright students. As well as Terra a woman who frequently came into the school to yell at Wolf rick. School was never the issue for her, but it was those around her that caused the trouble. Kai was the target for almost every prank from anyone in the school regardless of the house. To the point even some of the Professors where worried about her, one such was Professor Shape who caught her crying in his Potions Closet. (the other students where too afraid to get near it) From that moment on a strange friendship began to form so much so Shape turned into a pseudo father for Kai. Kai would return to the Cliffs every summer, her father had a ‘ranch hand’ who looked after the Hippogriffs while she was at school. Kai has received all of her OWL’s mostly E’s and in sixth year mad a shaky friendship with Bill Weasley thanks to Felix. ~Odds camp; Ends~Likes ::♦ Hippogriffs ♦ Magical Creatures ♦ Being alone she would rather sit alone at her meal times and study alone than with groups. ♦ Reading ♦ Train Rides ♦ Outside she will do anything to get outside. Dislikes ::♦ Flying--Brooms ♦ Being cold. ♦ Larger crowds, she feels overcrowded. ♦ House prejudice. (Just because she's a Slytherin doesn't mean she's all hot for Voldemort people!) ♦ Regulations on Magical Creatures, she has a very fiery opinion about this! ♦ Ministry of Magic. (that lot can all go shove it up their---) Habits ::♦ Biting her lip, as if to keep a comment in. ♦ Messing with her hair, it's everywhere alight! ♦ Spacing out when someone is going on and on, she likes to daydream in class. Hobbies ::♦ Care of Hippogriffs ♦ Potions ♦ Reading Talents ::♦ Potions, she's perfect at it to the point she has Shapes attention ♦ She is amazing at reading body language or understanding someone who others don't. ♦ Getting someone to understand something. It may take people a million and one tries to explain something but if Kai gives it a go she is quick to explain it in a way that person can understand. Flaws ::♦ Very quite and to herself she doesn't like to get involved and is a target for bulling ♦ She keeps a lot of things in. Trivia ::♦ Kai is one of the last inspired people out there. She has always known what she wants to do and has never thought to do something else, even given her talents. ♦ Kai can see Thessaly ♦ She has a quick temper, she is very good at keeping it in check but should you anger her she will explode. ♦ She is a prankster, in her sixth year she managed to poison the whole school during Halloween Fest, the House Elf where is shambles, Professors where all on high alert. However, she was caught by Shape who told no one, she continues to perfect her potions. ♦ Owls hate her for some reason they all like to bite her. Quote you live by ::♦ "Stand up or step aside." Biggest Secret ::♦ She may be from the Great Stone family line, but she is dirt poor. ~Those In Life~ Family Members: ♦ Father | Martin Stone | dead | Hippogriff Tamer/Breeder / Slytherin ♦ Mother | Julia Fudge | 46 | Homemaker / Slytherin ♦ Sister | Camilla Stone | 21 | Writes for Witch Weakly / Slytherin ♦ Sister | Brianna Crabbe | 19 | Homemaker / Slytherin ♦ Twin-Sister | Joslyn Stone | 17 | Slytherin / 7th Year Friends Worth Noting: ♦ Terra | ?? | Keeper of Forbidden Forest / Professor ♦ Shape | 28 | Professor ♦ Felix | 17 | Ravenclaw / 5th Rival(s): ♦ Joslyn Stone | 17 | Slytherin / 7th Year Student Tagging Example(::Location ::House ::Date/Time ::What ::Tag ::Opcode: [Select][float left][IMG]Picture[/IMG][/float left][b]Name ::[/b][b]Location ::[/b][b]House ::[/b][b]Date/Time ::[/b][b]What ::[/b][b]Tag ::[/b][spoiler=IOC][/spoiler][hr][hr]GM Notes Teachers are currently not being accepted for personal characters BUT we will accept inquiry and are very open to having more teachers, staff, and others on campus if you do not want to be just merely a student! ~History~The Early Years Wolf rick Ravenclaw and Rodrick Gryffindor III start The Order of The Red Dragon The Order of the Red Dragon declares war on The Order of Merlin and The Ministry of Magic. The Ministry of Magic covers the war up with claims of Dark Wizards and Witches at work nothing the Aurora office can't handle. Wolf rick Ravenclaw dies at the Battle of Azkaban. Rodrick Gryffindor III dies months later due to battle wounds from the Battle of Azkaban. Thus ending the last line of the founders of Hogwarts.1783--Wolfrick Black (Head of Aurora Office) declares that The Order of the Red Dragon is a 'False Order' making them known enemies of Order of Merlin, MOM, and Hogwarts.1881--Albus Dumbledore is born. Shape began teaching at Hogwarts.1892--Dumbledore attends Hogwarts School of Witchcraft of Wizardry. The Darkest Hour1883--Wolfrick builds a 'comfy cottage' just on the outskirts of Hogshead where he plans to spend the rest of his days in solitude and the shadow of Hogwarts. Students refer to this 'cottage' as the Shrieking shack due to the strange noises that arise at strange times. Early 1920s --ALUs Dumbledore Returns to Hogwarts as a Transfiguration Teacher.1938 - 1945--Tom M. Riddle attends his years at Hogwarts.1945--Hogwarts is closed for a short time only reopened in late October upon the Minister of Magic's final ruling. Said Minister of Magic also was reported missing days after his final ruling and has not been seen since.1947-1954--McGonagall attends Hogwarts.1956--Dumbledore becomes Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, McGonagall becomes a professor in Transfiguration at Hogwarts.1959--Wolfrick returns to teaching at Hogwarts upon Dumbledore's request. The Marauding Years1971 - 1978 --James Potter, Series Black, Remus Lupin, Better Pentagram, Lilly Potter, Severus Snape, camp; Lynn Fox all attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Widely causing Mischief and Mayhem for more than half a decade.1971--Remus Lupin becomes the first Werewolf to attend School.1973--Barri'Shannon'Terra becomes the first Centaur to attend School.1976--The Original Shrieking Shack was burnt down and those parties involved tried to 'fix it' to no avail thus the Shack we know today. The Struggle of Good and Evil Early 1970s --The Beginning of Lord Voldemort Rise to Power.1972--Centaurian Revolt Against Death Eaters create an Alliance with Ministry of Magic1981--The War Ends1982--The First Muggle Born Student Returns to Hogwarts 1984--Groups of Muggle Born Students and Non-Pure Blood Students return as the Halls of Hogwarts are filled once more.1985--Centaurian Reforms are made within the Ministry of Magic, and they are recognized as Beast's their head Liaison is officially Terra 1986--Reforms are made by the Board of Education and Hogwarts has his first round of NEWT's separate from OWL's 1987--Terra Joins the Staff at Hogwarts 1988--Muggle Studies and Care of Magical Creatures becomes a Core Class for Students at Hogwarts GM Controlled Characters Approved and Pending Characters are Here!GM Teachers Albus Dumbledore -- Headmaster Minerva McGonagall -- Transfiguration, Deputy Head Mistress / Head of Gryffindor House Severus Shape -- Potions, Head of Slytherin Houseflies Flit wick -- Charms, Head of Ravenclaw House Pomona Sprout -- Herbology, Head of Hufflepuff House Professors Bathsheba Babbling -- Ancient Runes Cuthbert Binds -- History of Magic Charity Burbage -- Muggle StudiesSilvanus Kettle burn -- Care of Magical CreaturesRolanda Hooch -- Flying/Quidditch Coach Aurora Ministry -- AstronomySybill Breakaway -- DivinationSeptima Vector -- ArithmancyStaffArgus Filch -- CaretakerRubeus Hagrid -- Grounds Keeper Irma Since -- Librarian Poppy Godfrey -- Matron GM PC TeachersProfessorsProfessor Terra -- Advanced Care of Magical Creatures, Warden of the Forbidden Forest Professor Wolf rick -- Enchantments Professor Tabitha Jade -- Defense Against The Dark Arts/AurorStaffMongoose -- Magical HandymanAurorsFoxx GM Students Year Charlie Weasley Nymphadora Month Year (pending)(pending)7th Year Bill Weasley GM PC Students Year Felix Jenkins (pending)6th Years Evangeline Benson (pending)7th YearKadance Stone (pending)(pending) :-:Schedules:-:Fifth Year Time Table Hours Breakfast 6 to 8:30Double 7 to 11 Regular 9 to 11Double 11 to 1Regular 11 to 12 Lunch 12 to 2Double 2 to 4Regular 2 to 3 Double 4 to 6Regular 4 to 5 Dinner 6 to 77:30 to 8:30 9 to 10 Monday--D Command Potions--------D DADA----Ravenclaw Tuesday--D Charms--D Transfix------HoM--Herbology --Slytherin Wednesday----Transfix------D Herb oi----D Come--HufflepuffAstronomy Thursday----M Studies--DADA----Enchant------Gryffindor Friday--D Enchant--Potions ------Charms------Schedule Astronomy Sixth Year Time TableHoursBreakfast 6 to 8:30Double 7 to 11 Regular 9 to 11Double 11 to 1Regular 11 to 12 Lunch 12 to 2Double 2 to 4Regular 2 to 3 Double 4 to 6Regular 4 to 5 Dinner 6 to 77:30 to 8:30 10 to 11 Monday----Transfix------D Potions ----Come--Ravenclaw Tuesday----HOM--Herbology ----DADA Charms----Slytherin Astronomy Wednesday--D Enchant ----------M Studies ------Hufflepuff Thursday--D Come----Potions--D Transfix--------GryffindorAstronomy Friday----Charms D Herb oi------EnchantD DADA----Schedule Seventh Year Time Table Hours Breakfast 6 to 8:30Double 7 to 11 Regular 9 to 11Double 11 to 1Regular 11 to 12 Lunch 12 to 2Double 2 to 4Regular 2 to 3 Double 4 to 6Regular 4 to 5 Dinner 6 to 77:30 to 8:30 11:30 to 12 Monday----Enchant--------Charms-------- Tuesday----Transfix--------M Studies-------- Wednesday----Come ------------------Astronomy Thursday----Potions--------M Studies -------- Friday----Herbology --------DADA-------- Places of Interest Hogwarts Express Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Grounds (Tower Court Yard (Court Yard (Court Yard (( Pitch (Cottage (Hut (( (there are 4 floors)Dungeon Level One / Hufflepuff Basement (Level Two / Schwerin Dungeons (One (Room (Two (Bathroom (Three (Class Room ((this can be on any floor)Level Four / Ravenclaw Tower (Five (Six / Gryffindor Tower (Seven (House Common Room (Dorms Boys Dorms Gryffindor Tower Common Room (Dorms Boys Dorms Ravenclaw Tower Common Room (Dorms Boys Dorms Slytherin Dungeon Common Room (Dorms Boys Dorms Hogsmeade (Alley (Background Floor First Level Vaults Levels (multiple)The Daily Prophet Head Office (of Magic Level One (Two (Thee Level Four (Five Level Six Level Seven Level Eight (Nine (Ten (note that these maps where not made by us. We have altered the Hogwarts School Maps to fit our liking and this should not reflect where things might be in the real story. Hogwarts Express, House/Dorms, and Gringos Bank Maps are made by us however!) September 1st 1988 Hogwarts Express Leaves for start of new Year Box Car event September 1st 1988 Box Car Event (2/4/2015)(end 3/30/2015) Basic Combat Rules and Regulation (everything is subject to GM approval. We have tested out multiple battle scenarios, and we are trying to keep it all fair) 1. It’s at the digression of the players involved. Please be realistic.2. Everything must be diced rolled though we allow basic human movements. See examples.3. No unforgivable. Unless GM Approved.4. If two cannot agree on victory, it will be subject to GM digression. Voted on by all three.5. Roll a 20 for ultimate attack and there is no dodge, Game ends Dice Rolls 1 :: Magic Fails (Welcome to Flax's world remember motion and enunciation! 2–4 :: Magical Misfire (Finnigan! Long bottom! Stop Rolling!! 5–10 :: Miss Target (Put your glasses on Potter!! 11–13 :: Graze (Close Weasley keep working on it! 14–19+ :: Hit Target (Well at least you hit it. 20 (only if natural):: Critical Hit (Damn the She Weasel packs a punch! Magical Misfire Odds :: Hit yourself Evens :: Hit Nothing Miss Target Odds :: Hit Random Object Evens :: Hit teammate / Hit Nothing (by yourself only) Graze Subject to players digression Critical You can only dodge Can not dodge miss a turn (pending spell) Dodging Odd Dodge Even Fail Your additive is equal to the amount of times you may use your Ultimate Attack Dice Roll Additions+0 5th+0 6th+1 7th+1 Graduates Every Day Witches and Wizards+2 Death Eaters // Members of the Order of the Phoenix+2 Aurora+3 Teachers Player vs. Player (unavailable at this time)Only allowing a 1 point additive margin (example a 5th year may not battle a Death eater, but a 7th year can) 1 Player vs. Team (unavailable at this time) The Single has to be stronger (see example 1 camp; 2) (#msg9932148) or GM intervention will happen Team vs. Team (unavailable at this time) (GM Approval) If your dice addition is even they are nil. Player vs. Player Template Layout Now you do not have to use this, this is just there in case you want to. Us GMs have found it easier to use. HINT :: We suggest that you do your dice rolls and spells before you start writing, one line it back and forth either in a pm, I'm, or contact a GM (Jim) and we will help you find a place to do your dice rolls. This will make things easy allowing you to understand beforehand who wins. Also, it will help you when you write it out. Round One Move Attack Defend Player 1 (additive)Move (roll + _ = _) (target)-- Player 2 (additive)--Move (roll + _ = _) (target) Round Two Move Attack Defend Player 1 (additive)--Move (roll + _ = _) (target) Player 2 (additive)Move (roll + _ = _) (target)-- Round Three Move Attack Defend Player 1 (additive)Move (roll + _ = _) (target)-- Player 2 (additive)--Move (roll + _ = _) (target) Round Four Move Attack Defend Player 1 (additive)--Move (roll + _ = _) (target) Player 2 (additive)Move (roll + _ = _) (target)-- Code: [Select][center][b]Round One[/b][/center] [center][table][tr][TD][center][u][b]Move[/b][/u][/center]Attack Defend[/TD][TD] [/TD][TD][center][u][b]Player 1 (additive)[/b][/u][/center][center]Move (roll + _ = _) (target)--[/center][/TD][TD] [/TD][TD][center][u][b]Player 2 (additive)[/b][/u][/center][center]--Move (roll + _ = _) (target)[/center][/TD][TD] [/TD][/tr][/table][/center][center][b]Round Two[/b][/center] [center][table][tr][TD][center][u][b]Move[/b][/u][/center]Attack Defend[/TD][TD] [/TD][TD][center][u][b]Player 1 (additive)[/b][/u][/center][center]--Move (roll + _ = _) (target)[/center][/TD][TD] [/TD][TD][center][u][b]Player 2 (additive)[/b][/u][/center][center]Move (roll + _ = _) (target)--[/center][/TD][TD] [/TD][/tr][/table][/center][center][b]Round Three[/b][/center] [center][table][tr][TD][center][u][b]Move[/b][/u][/center]Attack Defend[/TD][TD] [/TD][TD][center][u][b]Player 1 (additive)[/b][/u][/center][center]Move (roll + _ = _) (target)--[/center][/TD][TD] [/TD][TD][center][u][b]Player 2 (additive)[/b][/u][/center][center]--Move (roll + _ = _) (target)[/center][/TD][TD] [/TD][/tr][/table][/center][center][b]Round Four[/b][/center] [center][table][tr][TD][center][u][b]Move[/b][/u][/center]Attack Defend[/TD][TD] [/TD][TD][center][u][b]Player 1 (additive)[/b][/u][/center][center]--Move (roll + _ = _) (target)[/center][/TD][TD] [/TD][TD][center][u][b]Player 2 (additive)[/b][/u][/center][center]Move (roll + _ = _) (target)--[/center][/TD][TD] [/TD][/tr][/table][/center] ??? 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_~A Twist In Time~_ Game Information Thread|rating:2.0

Dark Royal secret (frostsider and Momma kitty)

(sound of music filled the great ballroom as a young prince stood glancing around. Prince Henry Staves, a young 20-year-old man who was clearly was and afterthought. Henry wanted power but had the misfortune of being born a couple of years after his brother Edward. This party proved that as Henry was an afterthought in this party. Edward was the center of attention and for good reason. This was a celebration of their union. Kelly Rios, the girl at his brothers side was destined to marry the king, and she was betrothed now to Edward despite the three of them growing up together. Elly was beautiful and everyone knew it including Henry. He desired her knowing that if he had her at his side Than they could rule an empire. But that dreamed ended the moment the news was broken. He was going to make his move to "confess" to her. Henry coveted the throne and that was his end game and that was the easiest path to get the throne. So when he was told that she was marrying his brother Henry knew he would have to find a way to either stop the wedding or kill his brother. The latter seemed impossible as Edward was always guarded. Henry may have been better physically and miles ahead in his sportsmanship, but he still was no fool. He could not take on too many and live. So he set his sights on Kelly who was Edward's weakness. After many days of searching he had discovered the answer. A potion that would make the drinker desire the first man to bed her above all us. With each time the drinker would become more and more twisted and corrupted into needing the male she was bedded by. It was a forbidden magic, but he had found someone who could make the potion and paid the witch handsomely. Now the potion was now mixed into the drink being handed to Kelly. The toast that would seal her fate. Henry smiled as his eyes went to his brother and to Kelly and his brother returned the smile. Poor fool had no idea how cruel and evil his little brother truly was. Edward being a little leaner, clearly more the diplomat with a weak spine. At least that is how Henry viewed him. Henry knew what would signal the beginning of his reign. First came a feverish feeling like illness. Then a desire would grow the longer she was not touched sexually. A heat growing inside of her. He knew she would be escorted to her room to rest. That was the time he would strike and claim his by right. He raised his glass. "A toast to my brother and my sister to be. Long may their reign." He called out as the crowd raised their own glasses and repeated. Henry than sipped his drink while his eyes went to Kelly. Parties. Kelly always loved parties. The music, the people, the food, the dancing. Everything to do with it always made her beam her brilliant smile all evening. Standing beside her betrothed, her arm linked loosely in his, she conversed with another couple that were giving them advice for hen they have little ones. The conversation made her feel a little flustered, her cheeks a rosy pink as they attempted to tutor her. She hadn't even been wed yet and people deemed it necessary to tell her all of these things that they thought she should know. Regardless, she was accepting of their words, nodding, laughing, being her usual polite self. Luckily when someone brought her a drink, she had a reason to break the awkward conversation. Nodding in her thanks, she heard Henry propose a toast, making her smile at him, albeit it is a little sadly. Even though she was destined to marry his brother, Edward, Kelly always had a soft spot for Henry. He was always so suave and handsome. His brother was indeed handsome as well, but he just held a sort of exhilarating aura about him that always made her stomach flutter whenever he was near. Despite being brothers, the two couldn't have been more different. Edward, the eldest, was scholarly, intelligent, and wise. Henry, on the other hand, was strong, bold, and took everything in stride. But with Edward being older, she was destined to marry him. She knew this, even as a child, though the fact never weighed so heavily on her until she was proposed to. Of course, she accepted, but with a moment of hesitation. Her heart did not lie with him, but there was little that her heart had to do with the marriage itself. Yet there she was, toasting with her betrothed and the man she truly desired. Unfortunately, they were not the same man. After taking a deep drink of her wine, the bittersweet taste coating her tongue and burning the back of her throat with a dry after-taste, she noticed a faint metallic taste to it. However, she didn't let it bother her, and throughout the next few moments she continued to drink its contents before the glass had been emptied. It wasn't until towards the end that her head started to feel light and a strange feeling began to form at the pit of her stomach. Not wanting to think about it, she pushed on, ignoring the feeling until her knees began to grow week, her hands and feet feeling heavy. She swayed, and the room began to spin. "Edward. Edward, I feel unwell," she called to him, bringing the back of her hand to her forehead. No sooner than she told him, her knees gave out, and she toppled to the floor, her glass falling from her hand and shattering on the ground. Holding her head, leaning forward onto her free hand, her body grew warm then cold, shifting between the two moment by moment. "Ooh. I feel so dizzy. What is happening." Henry watched as she drank in her cup and his smile only widened while he remained in the shadows of his brother. There was nothing wrong with that as Henry could operate and pull the strings without few really looking for such things. Edward trusted in his brother completely after all since it was many times that Henry had saved his life. Perhaps he should have let his brother die but at the same time people would come to question him for his loyalty to the crown if he let the heir of the throne die. Yes this way he could simply rule when he was ready to pull the rug from under his brother. She would be the key. Kelly was already showing signs of the potion working, and soon she collapsed as the crowd gasped and Edward jumped to his feet and rushed forward. "Give them some room." Henry called out again acting as though the worried brother to Edward as the crowned prince was checking her. "My dear you're feverish. You need rest. Why did you not say you were feeling unwell?" Edward asked as he slowly helped her back to her feet while holding her. Two servants rushed forward and Edward turned to them. "We need to get her to her room. Make sure she is comfortable. I'll fetch the doctor in the morning if her condition does not approve." He said as the two maids bowed and slowly began to lead her out of the ballroom as Edward turned to his guests. "Fear not and return to the festivities. My wife simply requires rest as planning the wedding and her duties as made her tired." He said as some of the guests looked to each other. As the music started to play once more the guests returned to dancing and gossiping about their daily lives while Edward took his seat once more and sighed. "Do not worry brother. Kelly is strong. Clearly she is simply working herself too hard. A little rest and she will be as good as new." Henry said as he smiled while Edward nodded before returning the smile. "I could always count on you brother." He said as Henry nodded in turn.Oh, poor fool. Henry thought as he slowly began to disappear into the crowd and soon found himself leaving the ballroom all together. He knew the guests and servants would be tied up with the party and Edward would be more worried about his guests than where his brother was. Add that it looked like Kelly was sick and Henry knew she would be left to rest. It was the perfect window of opportunity to claim her while no one was looking. He quickly made his way to where her room was and avoiding anyone who would be able to be a witness. When he found the coast clear he moved to her room and cracked it open before slipping in when he found no servant was still in the room with her. He than proceeded to lock the door behind him and glance to where the bed was. His eyes focused on the dark and then he moved slowly towards her bed to see what state she was in. Was she asleep or was she delirious at this time? That question was clear in his mind and he could not wait to see the answer for himself. Kelly was thankful for the maids to bring her to her room. As soon as she was brought in, undressed, put into a nightgown, and laid down on her bed, she sighed softly as the room finally stopped spinning. The almost dizzy feeling subsided, but was replaced with something else. A heat. A fervent heat that coursed through her body like liquid fire. It was as if her skin needed to be touched, and roughly. Once the maids had left her be, she tried to make herself fall asleep, turning onto her side and clutching a pillow to her chest. Sleep would not take her though. The sound of her door creaking open made her eyes flutter open, and when she heard it close and lock behind whoever had come in, she lifted her head to see who it was. "Henry." she said softly, moving to sit up in her bed. A soft smile curled her lips before she reached out her hand to him, asking him to approach her. "I feel so awful for having left the party so suddenly. I don't know what came over me," she said, taking his hands in hers affectionately. "I still feel so strange." she murmured, looking up at him with a bit of a solemn expression. "Perhaps all of this bustling around for the wedding has taken its toll on me. I hope some rest will be enough to settle it." Elly brought up one of Henry's hands and rest her cheek upon his knuckles, her gaze distant. "I must be honest with you, Henry. I am worried. Your brother, I love him dearly, but I do not think I will be truly happy being married to him." she confessed. "I've always known I would have to marry him, and the thought never really bothered me until now when it is happening. I do not know what to do." Henry saw that she was in fact awake and coherent. He knew she was probably under the effects of the spell but for now he would play it safe until he was absolutely sure of things. She sat up as he approached, and his eyes took in her form. She was perfect in every way possible and Henry knew that his brother did not deserve her. Edward did not deserve his woman. So when she rested her cheek on his knuckles Henry simply sat next to her so he could ease her worry. He smiled as she spoke and when she admitted that she was not sure if she loved Edward he hesitated. Was this part of the potion or was this something else? Was Kelly always like this and he had never noticed it? Surely that would make sense. Still he could not truly know yet, but he could probe and that was what he planned on doing. After all she still was under the impression that Henry was family and a good brother to her future husband right? So why not pull strings with her." Elly I fully understand where you're coming from. Edward can be...odd. I think that word is the right word. I've known ever since we were kids that the destiny we kids shared was something we all did not want. Well maybe Edward as he always wanted to be your husband and the king, but I think he was groomed to be that way, so I cannot fully blame him for it." Henry said as he wanted to keep her trusting in him until the need would make her too delirious, or she fell asleep and would mistake him mating with her as a wet dream until the very end. He did not want to simply rape her, at least not until it became necessary. Right now he was in no rush as the night was still very young and the party would most likely last quite some time. Still he wished the potion would simply hurry up and become too much for her to bare. "Kelly you need rest. Don't worry. I'll be right here. I promised your brother that I would keep you company and make sure you got your rest." He said as he smiled warmly. Yet in his mind he knew she would be getting no rest this night. Oh no, she would be in for quite the long night if he had his way. Right now everything was going smoothly as he had planned. "Kelly are you feeling better? You look like your sweating. Maybe you should not be in so many layers." He suggested as Henry watched her to see if maybe he could manipulate her yet. With Henry sitting beside her, Kelly rest her head on his shoulder. Exhaustion was not what she was feeling. If anything it was the exact opposite. She felt anxious. His words, meant to ease her, did little to help. In fact, it only made her more worried about the wedding. "That is what also concerns me. I'm afraid that he is only happy because he is marrying to the throne. He's never been as heartfelt as you have." she said, lifting her head to look up at him. "Thinking about such things only make me restless. How am I to sleep peacefully when I'm afraid for my future happiness?" she said, sighing in defeat. Through the sigh, she felt her body grow warm again, her cheeks turning red. Looking up at Henry again as he asked if she felt better, a sudden urge came over her to simply attach herself to him, to embrace him tightly and for him to embrace her in return. "I do not know how I feel. My body feels hot, and I feel so strange," she said, placing her hand on her forehead, shaking her head. "Perhaps some fresh air might do well for me," she said, standing from the bed and walking to the window. Unlatching it, she opened the panes, a soft breeze making its way into her room. It felt cool against her cheeks, but it wasn't enough. "Perhaps you are right," she said, moving to undo the heavy robe that covered her thin linen gown underneath. Normally, it would be deemed quite obscene to be seen by any man in such a way, but she didn't care. Besides, it was only Henry. She could trust him. Elly shed the robe and let it fall to her feet, signing in the small amount of relief it offered. Against the light from the moon outside, her slender figure could easily be seen through the linen gown that flowed around her body. "It's not enough. I feel like I'm standing on a bed of coals," she said breathlessly. "I do not know what's wrong with me, Henry." Turning, seeing him there, her heart began to race. The heat she felt through her body suddenly centered itself between her legs, and her fingers clutched the neckline of her robe. "It's not enough." she whispered. Swiftly, Kelly stepped in front of Henry, a desperate look in her eyes. "Henry. Help me. I don't know what to do." Her hands found themselves placed on his broad chest, her lips parted as her breath quickened in pace. "Please. I beg you. Do something. Anything," she whimpered. Normally he would have played it cautious, but he could see something was indeed changing within her. The way she spoke and the way she seemed antsy meant that she had to be feeling something else. So when she began to speak again he simply smiles and nod. "Yeah you might be right, but I truly doubt he thinks that way. He is not so overly focused on just the throne. If that were truly the case than he would have simply married you, gotten it over with, and then put you in some castle while he attended to his desires. Instead, he is actually trying to give you the wedding you deserve. Even if you desire something else entirely." He stated as he watched her open the window and then take her robe off. His eyes traveled over her body once more, and he knew he would enjoy every inch of that body as if it was the best most delectable morsel of food ever. He wanted to devour her and because of that desire he did not hesitate when she begged him to do something about the way she was feeling. He was going to indulge on her moment of weakness." Of course." He said as his eyes went over her body before he slowly moved up and began to undo the things of her linen gown that was now bare for him. His hands than moved to forcefully slip the gown off of her as he looked into her eyes. "You are truly beautiful. I don't think I have ever truly seen a fairer maiden than you Kelly. Edward was lucky to have found you and gotten you to be his bride." He said as Henry slowly pulled her to him. "You are beyond warm. I will do my best to ease you." He said as Henry slowly pulled her back onto the bed. "I'll need to undress as it might be easier to cool you down if you have me lying with you. I've heard this done before when someone has a fever. Maybe it will work with you." He said as he began to take his shirt off and then his pants letting her see his body as he stripped before her. Normally this would have been terrible for a woman to be seen like this or for him to have bared his body for her. But Henry did not care. He was going to have his prize. Kelly trusted Henry with her life. At that moment she would do anything he asked of her if he thought it's best for her wellbeing. As he stood and his fingers began to undo her gown, her body began to shake. His hands forcing the gown off of her scent shivers through her, sending her skin into goose bumps. She had never been naked in front of a man before. Nor had she ever seen a man naked, yet she did not feel any shame or embarrassment. She welcomed his embrace as he pulled her closer, wanting their bodies to touch. The anxiousness was growing as he pulled away, only to undress himself. Seeing him bare before her was such a sight. His body was taut and strong, rippling with muscles, his skin practically flawless. Elly could not stop herself as she reached out to touch him. She brought her body close to his, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, their bodies pressed together. Their faces were mere inches apart. She could feel his breath on her flushed cheeks. "Henry. I do not think this will be enough." she whispered. "More. I need more." she whimpered against his lips, crashing them together in a desperate need. Kelly did not know what had come over her. All she knew was that she wanted, no, needed Henry. She needed his body, as much as she needed to breathe. A soft moan reverberated against their lips as she melted against his body. Yes, this was working, but it still wasn't enough. "Henry," she whimpered. "Henry. You. You're the solution. Only you can make this feeling go away. Please. Help me." she pleaded, hanging onto him as if she would fall into the pits of hell if she dared to let go. Henry was giddy as never before as things seemed to really pick up the moment she said she needed more. The way she touched his body told him all he needed to know. She was in need of him, and only he could sate the fires growing in her loins. She than moved closer and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled herself to him which made skin touch skin. It was erotic beyond belief, and he could no longer hide what he was going to do. The time had truly come and there was no one in the way to stop him. She was ripe for the picking and he nodded. "If I am your solution in making you feel better than so be it. I will gladly do my part to ease your suffering." He said before smiling as his hands cupped her bottom, and he leaned in kissing her. She had wanted him to cure her, and he knew of the way to do so. Not that she would ever know why he did nor would she be able to undo the damages to her marriage. He planned on conquering her here and now. The time was indeed at hand so he simply backed her to the bed and then pushed her onto it before moving onto the bed and kissing her once more. His hand moved to grab and knead her full breast while he moaned into the kiss with a growl of hunger that he had not even known himself to have possessed. He wondered what she would do now that he was giving her the chance to give into the heat that was growing inside. Would she be afraid that her own future brother-in-law was taking advantage of her body? Or would she simply melt into his arms and his lips while he took her? Henry did not know, but he would gladly find out and soon. He could feel how soft and full her breasts with her and he smiled. "You have been graced with plump breasts that most women only dream of having. Now for tonight I will make them mine along with the rest of your body. To cure your sickness." He quickly added as Henry pulled back and then slowly teased her by undoing the strings holding his own pants as they began to slide down." Perhaps it was simply meant to be." Henry stated as his eyes looked upon her and his smile remained while his large ten-inch cock bobbed into sight, and he wondered what she would think knowing he was larger than her real husband to be? Of course, he knew she had never seen Edward naked but someday she would and when that day comes she would find out Henry dwarfed his brother easily. Especially since Henry had a cock that curved upward which he found good for hitting a women sensitive spot. Women loved that. Sure he had only had sex a little before this, but that experience would go a lot farther with Kelly than Edward could because the king was still a virgin. Kelly melted into Henry's arms as he promised to ease her suffering. As they kissed again, she felt his hand grasp at her bottom, making her moan. It felt so good to be touched in such a way. Her fingers curled up into his hair, grasping the locks as their kiss grew heavy and deep. The growl he emitted made her body shake in anticipation, realizing just how hungry he was for her, just as she hungered for him. She had waited too long for this opportunity. Had either of them approached the other in such a way just days before, the wedding would have never existed. Her beloved would be Henry instead of Edward. Nevertheless, she desired his touch, his body, everything he could offer to her. Pushed back onto the bed, she welcomed him back to another kiss, whimpering as his hand found her breast. As he kneaded and teased the plump mound, Kelly moaned and whimpered, writhing beneath him. Every little touch was sending her wriggling. As he pulled away to announce that he was to make her his that night, she sat up a little to watch as he untied his pants, allowing his thick rod to jut out of its confines. The sight made her mouth water, and the heat between her legs grew unbearable. She needed him to plant himself deep within her, to make her his. "It was always meant to be." she whispered, looking up at him with a wild desire in her eyes." Take me. All of me. Like I've always wanted you to. Had I known how much you desired the same thing, I would have made you mine long before. Make it so I can have no other man but you, Henry," she cooed, lying back, her hands reaching down to gently grasp his cock, teasing the sensitive organ with her soft fingertips. "I want only you." She wanted him to take all of her and enjoy her to the fullest. Well he did not need her permission as he would have simply done that anyway. But it was nice to hear her bag for him to join her in her bed and for them to couple. For him to take her and make her his and be unable to feel the same pleasure by any other man. Henry liked the sound of that. He nodded before moving to her and pulling her to him so her bare skin was against his. His lips touched hers, and he moaned into the kiss as he took purchase of her sensitive flesh. His hand gripped her breast once more, and he could feel her nub in the Palm of his hand. He smiled as he looked her in the eye once more." I want your mouth to taste me. Get me all ready to take you. Can you do it Kelly?" Henry asked as if teasing her with a temptation he knew she wanted. After all she was right. If he had only made his move sooner he would have become king a lot sooner and if she had made her feelings clear than he would have known to do so. Still Henry was fine with things playing as they were. Edward was stuck in the position he was in and because of that he was shackled to the role he was now tied to and dictated by what is expected. That is why Henry could do this and succeed right under his very nose. "Go on Kelly. It is time you become the very thing that you were meant to be. Take what it is that your heart desires. Become my woman." He said with a smirk. Kelly nearly lost her breath as Henry pulled her close, enticing another kiss from her. Their tongues intertwined as he moaned into her mouth. A whimper escaped her as his hand gripped her tender breast. The sensitive nipple erected in his palm, sending shivers through her as she felt it press against the confinement of his hand in protest. She was enjoying his rough handling of her body, but after he broke away from the kiss, she was left panting and wanting more. However, she was surprised at what he wanted from her. Timidly, she shied away, turning her face to the side. "You know I've never done such a thing. How will I know what I am doing is good.?" she asked softly, doubting herself. "I. I want to make you feel good, but I'm afraid I may not be very good." Looking back up at him, a hopeful glimmer shone in her eyes as she wrapped her arms tighter around his shoulders. "But. I want to try! Just don't laugh if my efforts aren't enough." she said before letting go and moving herself to sit up on the bed. Carefully guiding Henry to lie on his back, she bit her lip as she thought of how she wanted to position herself. She hesitated a moment, but decided that perhaps Henry might enjoy himself as much as she would. Kelly swung her leg over his head and sat with her bottom just above his face. "Henry. Will you make me feel good, too.?" she asked, peering back at him before she bent over. "I'll try my best to make you feel good, Henry." she cooed. Turning her attention to the stiff rod that protruded from his hips, her mouth immediately beginning to water. The pungent scent that came from the strange organ was erotic, and she was drawn to extend her tongue and gently lick the flared tip, getting a taste of the drop of precut that oozed from it. It was salty, but also slightly metallic. She was quickly addicted. Before they both knew it, Kelly had taken the entire head into her mouth, suckling on the warm flesh like a babe to their mothers breast. She moaned and cooed as her head began to bob, her mouth easily slicking his cock with her saliva. Henry smiled wickedly as she spoke about how she wanted to make him feel good but that she might not be able to. He simply knew that he could show her that with practice she would become much more skilled. That with practice she could bring any man to his knees before her. Yet despite all of that she belonged to him and only him. He would not let her go no matter who she was betrothed to. "Your right. There is a chance but with practice I assure that you will be the queen I have always yearned for. I'll train you in the ways to pleasure me and in turn I'll show you a world that my brother can never give you. Pleasures that are out of his reach. I alone will make you happy." He said as Henry slowly pulled her hips down by wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his own lips to her wet moist flower. His tongue dragged along her slit after it snaked out and tasted her for the very first time. He knew no other man had ever done this to her, and now he was the one to reap all the benefits. "Hamm you taste wonderful my jewel." He said as he pressed his nose to her flesh while his mouth sealed her pussy off, and he pushed his tongue in a little while he showed her that he had some practice in such things. Peasant girls were best to train with and none of them would bare fruit for him and ruin his family name. She on the other hand would bare him much more than fruit. She would give him a kingdom and sons that no other would. Henry knew this and therefore also knew he had to be the one to train and mold every desire that she had. So he worked her petals with a soft yet commanding tongue, gracefully stroking his art upon her bare canvas. She would never deny him after today, and soon she would gladly seek his embrace over Edward's. There would be little room for his brother on the matter. Henry's assurance gave Kelly a boost in her confidence, allowing her to feel braver as she explored different ways of pleasing him. Though, as he brought her hips down and planted his mouth against her hot sex, she threw her head back and let out a cry of pleasure. It was difficult for her to come back to reality with such a shocking new feeling. His wet tongue exploring her depths, searching in a place that she dared not let anyone else. Not even herself. "Ooh, Henry!" she cried out, gripping the base of his cock tightly with her hand. "You. You feel so good." she panted between moans and whimpers. "Ah. I can't forget to please you, too." she reminded herself, lowering her head to slide his cock into her mouth again. As her head began to bob up and down, sliding his length in and out, she moaned and cooed in tandem to what Henry was doing to her. Everything he was doing to her felt unlike anything she had experienced before, and they had just gotten started. Everywhere he touched left her skin on fire, the strongest flame coming from the priceless flower between her legs where he was lapping up every drop of nectar. She felt so inferior to his skill, and wanted to give him more, to give him everything she was. Bringing another hand down she gently grasped at his balls, kneading them with her soft palm and delicate fingers, hoping that it would suffice for him. Henry moaned as she was starting to really be aggressive when it came to her technique. The way she bobbed her head up and down his shaft meant that she was going to pick up this skill rather easily. When she kneaded his balls he knew that she was really going to be wonderful when he had her properly trained. He moaned even louder as he pulled back. "Yes that is good. A man really likes it when you play with their balls. I bet mine are bigger than brothers aren't they? Have you even seen brother naked before?" He asked as Henry slowly spanked her cheek before burying his tongue into her little flower once more and drank from her nectar. He shook his head left and right as he was moving his tongue as he lapped at her sensitive flesh. The more he teased her the more he knew he enjoyed her wonderful body. Finally, he stopped and slowly reached down and grabbed her hair as he moved his hips upward and pushed his cock more into her mouth a few more times as he pulled back and grinned." I think It's time I denied my brother his prize. I think it is time that your body became mine. Don't you agree Kelly? I want to please you the way no other man will. I'm going to make you my woman and when I am done your body will remember the way I feel. Your body will take my shape inside and then it will only recognize who its true king is." He said as he slowly began to sit up as he moved backwards and then got onto his own knees behind her before slowly pulling her back to him and cupping her breasts. "Should I take you this way? Or should I mount you face to face. So many choices. I could always carry you as I fuck you and pound my shape into your naughty little pleasure hole. Or maybe you wish to see if we can find a book on the many positions that we can share together." He said to her as Henry was teasing her with so many ideas. He wanted her mind to be filled with his words and thoughts to form from them. Onliest than could he twist and warp her into wanting to be his perfect woman. Her training would be one of absolution. With her mouth full of Henry's cock, Kelly couldn't do more than to just make muffled sounds as her head bobbed up and down. She attempted to shake her head no, that she hadn't ever seen his brother naked, that she had no way to compare just how large he was in comparison to Edward. Her moans grew louder and higher in pitch as she felt Henry constantly lapping at her sex, drinking her sweet nectar. A soft whimper escaped her as he stopped, only for him to grab her by the hair and thrust his hips up against her face. As he fucked her mouth, she gagged with tears in her eyes from the force, which began to stream down her cheeks until he finally pulled her mouth away. Left panting with her mouth wide open, Kelly shuddered violently. His words emanated in her mind and left her cunt aching for what he wanted to give her. Once he sat himself behind and pulled her body to his, cupping her breasts, her hands fell over his. "I don't care how you take me, Henry. This way. That way. In the bed, on the floor, against the wall, I don't care. The only thing I care about is that you make me yours and yours alone. Take my body, make it yours to use," she panted, her hands gripping his over her breasts, forcing him to grab at her chest tightly. Swaying her hips against his behind her, she teased his cock with her wet sex. "Tame this fire that's burning inside, or turn it into a wildfire, my love. But do not make me wait any longer." Her words encouraged Henry even more as he licked his lips. Oh, he wanted to enjoy her even more than he already did as he flipped her on her back so head on top as he wanted to look her in the eye as he took her. He smiled before kissing her and nipping her lip teasingly as he let his cock touch her pussy for the first time skin to skin. She was hot and wet, and he smiled as his own cock twitched. He slowly lined his cock up and slowly looked her in the eye once more. "Naughty. If anyone heard those words they would know your not very queen like in bed." He said before slowly pushing into her pussy and enjoying the feel of her precious pleasure hole. She was tight no doubt about it, and he loved that he would be the one to mold her proper. His hand grabbed her breast as he moaned while he sunk in inch after inch until he feet her hymen and knew the time to claim her cherry had come. She would never be the same once he had her bred and his. He kissed her once more as he let her ready herself before pulling back and pushing forward a little more gentle as he knew if he forced too much he might hurt her and then what good would all of this had been for? He moaned a little louder as he felt her hymen stretch a little before he pushed against it once more. Furthermore, he than pulled back and drew a kiss from her lips as his hips sunk forward trying his best to please her in every way possible. Furthermore, he just wanted to give her a night to remember and one that her fiancé would never see. Furthermore, he craved to see her true face. To see that pleasure that he craved so much to make itself known upon her wonderful perfect features. His hips continued to work his thick inches into her as he moaned again. "Hamm you are tight my pet." He said with a growl as he looked her in the eye. Flipped onto her back, Kelly looked up at Henry with a lustful gaze. "How could one act so proper when in such a state.?" she asked breathlessly as she felt his cock rubbing against her wet sex. Biting her lip she let out a stifled whimper as he began to press into her, spreading her tight cunt to conform to his girth. At first, it was a bit painful having to stretch to accommodate him, but the pain soon splintered into pleasure as she felt him slide smoothly all the way inside of her. Filling her completely, pressing against her cervix, her toes curled, legs tensed, face contorted in a way that would make any man long to be the one in her arms making her that way. She let out a long moan that could clearly be heard from outside of her locked room, her hands clawing at Henry's back to pull him closer." Henry~!!" Henry watched as her face began to contort, and he smiled before kissing her as his hips met hers. All the while her claws digging into his back felt pretty amazing. It almost spurred him on to be more aggressive with her while his hands continued to tease her. He could not help himself at all. So much so that he continued to move forward. He did not seem to care if anyone could or did hear her. Especially since everyone was at the party anyway. His lips locked with hers while he felt his own hips slap against hers as he joined with her for the first time. He could feel the heat coming from her as his hands gripped her breast and he moaned again. She was tight, there was no doubt about it and in time she would take his shape. His brother would never be able to pleasure her with his tiny dick once that happened. Henry almost could not wait to see that look on the king's face once he realized his precious queen was no longer his anymore." Does my cock feel better than Kelly? Better than you could have ever hoped for? Better than my brother's cock if you ever saw it and tried to imagine what it would feel like? Perhaps even better than stories told my your handmaidens of lovers they have experienced in their lifetimes." He said as he egged on her ego and could not help himself at all. He was going to twist her mind if it was the last thing he would ever do.

Dark Royal secret (frostsider and Momma kitty)|rating:2.0

Fogbound (Zelta Runa & Britwitch)

(Leach The tavern was half full, most of the current clientele hovering somewhere between slightly fussy and well on their way to total inebriation. There were people from every walk of life clustered around the small tables dotted in a haphazard fashion around the large room. The old and the young, the wealthy and the less fortunate. Different cultures blending together in largely peaceful population. Somewhere someone was idly plucking the strings of a lute, snatches of lilting melodies drifting through the slightly smoky air. It looked much like any other tavern in the realm and as the door opened and a young woman entered, no one paid much attention at all. Nudging the large hood of her cloak back as she approached the bar, she revealed the rich auburn hair beneath it.“Do you have any rooms?” she asked quietly as soon as she’d caught the innkeeper’s eye.”A few,” the man grinned, revealing what would have been a wide toothy smile had he not lost so many. “Are you planning on staying long?” A large leather-bound book was produced and slapped down onto the polished top of the bar.“Just a night, ” Her tone was blunt but not rude, there was a rustling as she delved into something beneath her cloak and withdrew a small leather purse. “I would also like to pay for a meal this evening and in the morning.” Delicate fingers placed a large gold coin on the table. “I believe this should be more than enough.”“Oh absolutely, my dear,” the man snatched up the coin and pocketed it quickly before it could be spotted by any of his less trustworthy patrons. “And you’re sure you only want the room for tonight?”“Quite sure,” she managed a brief smile as she took the quill he offered and signed her name into the register, a rather elegant signature that wasn’t easily read. But then, that was the idea. Taking the key after listening to his instructions to find her room, she politely turned down his offer to have him accompany her and headed up the large staircase towards the rear of the tavern. The room wasn’t anything special, but it was clean, and the bed looked like it would be comfortable enough. Hanging up her cloak near the door, she shouldered her pack and laid it gingerly on the eiderdown before taking up a chair and wedging it beneath the door’s handle. With a nod of satisfaction she set about washing her face and hands from the road, glancing at her face in the glass with a weary sigh. Her freckled features were much as they had always been and while her unruly curls were wilder than usual thanks to the hours spent out in the wind, she looked fine. Her eyes though looked tired, and she knew that had little to do with the toll of the road and everything to do with the reason for her journey. Moving away from the mirror she carefully opened the straps of her pack and eased out from beneath her clothes the small bundle of black velvet with something heavy at its heart. She was just sliding it between the pillows upon the bed and about to look at the map of her planned route when her stomach growled unceremoniously and made her laugh at herself.“Food, Cassandra. Yes,” she murmured, running her hands back through the lengths of her hair and wincing as her fingers caught on several snags. “Food then maybe a bath. Who knows when the next chance for hot water will present itself after tonight.” After this small town, marked on her map as Byram, there was little but forest before the next settlement towards the other end of the valley.~||~Soon Cassandra was sat at a table beside one of the fireplaces, making her way through a generous bowl of rather well-made stew. She didn’t want to think about what the chunks of meat might have been prior to cooking, but it was hot and tasted fine and that was all that really mattered. Her coin ensured she was also given bread that seemed freshly baked and a generous carafe of wine.“Mind if I join you, Dalai? Only my bones are too old to cope with the chill of the night anymore,” a cackled laugh accompanied the old woman’s request.“Of course,” Cassandra smiled, gesturing for the stranger to take a seat opposite her at the table and closer to the dancing flames.”You’re too kind,” the woman gave a rather feline stretch before making herself more comfortable. “You’re also very pretty to be here alone, why don’t you tell old Josie what brings a face like yours to a town like ours.”“I’m on my way to get married,” she said with a forced smile.”Oh how wonderful,” the crone’s hands clapped together Gayle.”Yes, wonderful,” Cassandra repeated before taking a generous mouthful of her wine.”And your husband to be?” Josie had apparently missed the young woman’s total lack of enthusiasm or was choosing to ignore it. “He is here with you?”“No, no,” the redhead toyed with a lump of carrot in her bowl, trying to find the politest way to answer. “He’s waiting for me at his family home. I’ll be, well, I’ll be staying there with him.”“Surely you’re not travelling alone,” the old woman’s gasp rivaled any actor Cassandra had ever seen on the stage.“It’s an easy enough road, and the journey isn’t overly lengthy. I am more than halfway there, and I believe in a few days I shall have reached the far end of the valley and my travels will be over.” Cassandra wasn’t entirely sure who she was trying to convince with her words.“But what of the fog?”“The fog?” Pretty featured crumpled slightly with a frown.“The fog,” Josie repeated enigmatically, leaning back in the chair with a cracking sound that was half ancient woodwork and half ancient bones.”The sky seemed clear enough when I arrived, and the wind pretty constant too.”“That’s always the way,” came the puzzling response. “The wind is there one minute, gone the next, and then…” Josie’s eyes looked beyond Cassandra for several long moments in a thoroughly unsettling manner. “Then the world disappears.” Despite their closeness to the fire, Cassandra felt an unexpected chill trickle down her spine. Before she could ask just what was so mystifying about this fog, the innkeeper’s wife came bustling by, apologizing for any irritation Josie might have caused and accompanying her away from the table to a far corner of the tavern.“What harm can fog do?” Cassandra murmured, finishing off her stew. The carafe of wine went back up to her room with her and after having a rather pleasant bath with hot water brought up by the innkeepers' wife, she pored over the map with a generous goblet full. By the time she climbed into bed, having moved the velvet bundle to another hiding place, as far from the bed as she could manage, she felt remarkable relaxed and soon drifted into dreams.~||~She was dead to the world, as were most of the inhabitants of Byram, when with little warning the breeze stopped. An odd silence descending over the slumbering town as mist began to creep along the streets. Winding between buildings and blotting out the star filled sky above. By the time she awoke the world had, as Josie said, simply disappeared.“You can have the room for as long as you need,” the innkeeper’s wife explained with a kind smile once Cassandra had heard about the fog as she sat down to eat her breakfast. “We’ll keep the rate the same for you.”“But, I don’tteethe room anymore,” Cassandra blinked, green eyes looking genuinely puzzled. “I’ll be on my way shortly and am confident of my bearings. Once I’m out in the open I’m sure-““You’re still planning on travelling then?” the innkeeper’s wife chewed her lip and eyed the young woman curiously.“Why wouldn’t I be?”“You’re really not from around these parts are you,” the laugh that came with the observation wasn’t a cruel one. “The fog could be here for a week, or it could be here for a month. No one travels unless they have to. It’s easy to get lost without landmarks or get into trouble when you can’t see what’s lying ahead.”“Oh,” Cassandra sat back in her chair rather heavily.“Don’t worry though, we have plenty of food in the stores, and we’ll look after you.” With a friendly pat of her hand, the innkeeper bustled her way back to the kitchen to collect the porridge and bread Cassandra had paid for the night before.“But Can’stay,” Cassandra rubbed a hand over her face and rubbed at her eyes. “I’ll just have to find someone to go with me, someone who knows the roads better than me.” Glancing surreptitiously around the room there were many men and women who could likely handle themselves and with any luck a sword too. She could afford to be a day or two longer than planned, but there was too much at stake to risk waiting to see if the fog drifted away. Maybe the promise of a few gold coins would be enough to help her find someone trustworthy to take her the rest of the way. (RukasNothing so dramatic as a hush fell over the tavern when he entered. It would be inaccurate to say every eye was on him (especially since Josie’s were not able to point in the same direction at the same time). But there was definitely a change to the rhythm and cadence of the conversation throughout the establishment. Speakers nearest the man halted their discussions, only to continue in more hushed tones. Overall the place took on more of a “murmuring” quality. Suffice to say, a pebble had dropped into the pond, and the pond did not like the pebble very much.“Speak of the Devil,” Josie said, spraying saliva and tiny droplets of ale across the table at her companion, who had been unfortunate enough that there were no other seats available. “I was just telling Roger that when the fog shows itself, Constantine turns up not long after.” She laughed, though her laugh was really more of an extended, bouncing wheeze. “Like a bad penny.”“Hmm,” Constantine replied, pulling in his lips, so his mouth puffed out slightly. It was as close as he would get to a smile in front of this rabble, though Josie at least deserved something for being the only one who consistently gave him the time of day. The others all avoided speaking to him whenever they could, except the adventurous, the newcomers, or the cruel. To Josie, he said, “Here’s a penny for your next drink, then, to make up for the bad one.” Reaching into his coin purse, he withdrew a copper piece and flicked it with surprising accuracy. It pinged off of her mug and landed flat on the table beside her hand.“Ahh bless ye, Constantine,” the old crone sighed, whisking the penny out of sight. “I don’t care what the others say, you’re a good man.”“If you say so, Josie,” he sighed. As he passed her table he noticed a comely redhead standing by the bar. He raised an eyebrow; an unfamiliar beauty like hers was rare here. She must have been from out of town. If that were the case, she might be looking for someone to guide her through the fog. Constantine might not have been the only man who could get people through the fog, but he was the best. The innkeeper’s wife returned, bearing Cassandra’s porridge and bread, and caught sight of Constantine. Her expression was one usually reserved by long-suffering wives whose husbands stumbled in drunk after midnight again, or who’d just watched their cat deposit a decapitated mouse onto their nice clean floor. “You’ll be having your usual, then?”“Good to see you too, Laureate,” he sighed. He deposited three gold coins on the edge of the plate as she passed by. “That should cover the room for the nights I was gone.”“Aye, and the next three to boot,” she clucked — but as soon as she placed the food on Cassandra’s table, the coins vanished into her bosom. “Another successful crossing?”“As always,” he replied. He’d gotten many a concerned party through the fog and only ever lost three, and that was due to the willful incompetence of those he was trying to escort. Maurette (the innkeeper’s wife) shook her head and glanced down at Cassandra. She wanted to say something like You might hear that Constantine can get you through the fog, but it isn’t worth the trouble, or even just steer clear of that one, Dalai. But bringing this lovely young lady’s attention to him might only backfire and cause her to seek him out anyway. Best to leave it as it was. “You just wave if you need anything, miss,” she said, heading back toward the bar. There were many rumors about Constantine Lukas, none of them good. That he’d once had a family, a wife and young daughter, but something horrible had happened to them. Sometimes in the tales Constantine was the horrible thing that happened. Others said he’d been a soldier in his former life, one who deserted his king in a time of great need. And swirling alongside the gossip were unanswered questions: why had he arrived so suddenly in Byram three years ago, and why did he choose to live at the inn? Why did he seem to always show up whenever the fog did, with uncanny timing? How did he so frequently guide travelers through it where others failed, and why did he insist on asking them so many questions beforehand? Why did he sometimes go into it alone? One would think Constantine tight-lipped about these topics, but most villagers didn’t ask him directly. Much more satisfying to gossip among themselves, as some of them were starting to do now. Constantine tried to rise above it, standing impassively near the bar while the others murmured.“I bet he doesn’t even take people through the fog,” said a man seated at a table adjacent to Cassandra’s. “He probably just gets them out there where they’re all disoriented, robs them for everything they’re worth and leaves ‘em to die. That’s why he always has so much gold.”“And why is he coming back now?” asked one of his companions. “Fog’s been gone for nigh on four days, what was he doing this whole time?”“Bloody freak. If you ask me he probably caused the whole thing.”“Come on,” scoffed their third drinking buddy. “One man cause the fog? Like a sorcerer or something? Nah, mate, you’re daft.”“Think about it though,” continued the first man. “Why is he the only one who always comes back safely from it? Why does he always seem to know when it’s going to appear? Why’s he so obsessed with it? How come he seems to know his way around in it so well?”“Almost like he created it,” said the second man with a knowing smile. “Cor, that’s brilliant.”“Not brilliant, just obvious. He plunks it down around this town, at an important crossroads, and then makes a killing helping people get through it. Except he created the problem in the first place.” He took a swill of his drink. “‘S what I would do.”“That’s because you’re a born bastard, Wilfred,” said his friend, and the other two laughed. Constantine overheard all this; he had very sharp hearing. He shook his head. Of course the townspeople, by and large, were an ungrateful and suspicious lot. Given the way he… used to act, he could hardly blame them. But he resented the accusations all the same. Constantine didn’t advertise his services. Once, he’d helped a villager get to the next town and bring back a doctor for his pregnant wife. Word had spread that Constantine could get people through the fog, and soon it seemed he was helping everyone who passed through Byram. But they came to him, not the other way around. So he didn’t approach the striking redhead. Sooner or later she would either seek him out, or believe the rumors and give him a wide berth. In which case he hoped she wouldn’t be foolish enough to believe those but not that the fog was dangerous. Maurette returned with his meal. It was an odd one, to her tastes: roasted fillets of pike with a salad of spring greens and a soft-cooked egg. But it was what he always requested.“Thank you, Laureate. If you don’t mind, I’ll eat it in my room.” She shook her head as she handed him the plate. “No trouble, Constantine. I’ll be up for the plate later.” She watched him go. A man as handsome as he could have any girl in the village, if he would come in out of the fog long enough to court her. She understood why the rumors existed; something about the man was just off-putting, even discounting his unusual habits. But he always paid his tab and he was kind to Josie, which was more than she could say about some of her regulars. It was a shame, a crying shame.— ✤ —Constantine closed and locked the door of his room. After starting a fire in the fireplace, he filled a large cauldron and hung it above the flames to heat water for his bath. While the fire did its work, he stripped to the waist and took a moment to go around the room, ensuring his valuables were undisturbed. He trusted Laureate and her husband, but the inn’s locks were easy to pick and not everyone in Byram was as trustworthy. Once he was sure everything was in place, he curled up in a lotus position in front of the fire, eating with one hand while he hunched over a map of the village’s surrounding area. A few X’s had been marked on it. Some were fresh ink, some were very faded. He marked a fresh one now, near the old dried-up well. From his bag, which he always carried with him, he withdrew a small but thick journal worn from heavy use. He plucked a quill and tiny, watertight inkwell from the bag’s depths, settled down, and began to write. He knew not how much time had passed when he heard the knock at the door. Furthermore, he rose quickly, throwing the rug overtop the map. It was likely Laureate, here for the plate. He could have easily asked her to bring him hot water for a bath, but didn’t want her getting too familiar with the idea of coming and going from his lodgings. Plus, he preferred doing it himself. He paused to check the water — almost ready — and without bothering to put his shirt on, took the plate to the door and opened it. Cassandra was trailing her spoon back and forth through her porridge, eyes looking down but not really watching the patterns she made, her mind most definitely elsewhere. She chewed her lower lip as she finally tore her eyes from the breakfast she wasn’t sure she had the stomach for and glanced around the room. No one seemed overly perturbed by the situation outside, guests and visitors to the tavern making their way through their food or simply engaging in conversation with their fellow patrons. Then a statement from a table close to hers caught her ears, and suddenly she found herself straining to hear the rest of the conversation.“I bet he doesn’t even take people through the fog…” her brow furrowed as she tried to locate the speaker as surreptitiously as possible. It seemed to be a group of three men at a nearby table discussing…someone in the tavern.“Bloody freak. If you ask me he probably caused the whole thing.”“Come on, one man cause the fog? Like a sorcerer or something? Nah, mate, you’re daft.” The idea was an unusual one, but Cassandra knew there were many things in the world that couldn’t be easily explained, why couldn’t it be a man causing the fog to come and go to satisfy some need of his own. Stranger things had happened after all. She’d seen a few of them herself. Whoever he was, this man who could somehow guide people through the mysterious fog safely, she couldn’t tell from the glances she stole. Their eyes moved around too much for her to pick out a particular face in the crowd although as their laughing and joking moved onto another topic, she did spot a face at the bar that she was sure she hadn’t seen the night before. A figure who definitely stood out from the crowd. Tall and broad shouldered, he least against the bar with a subtle sort of weariness that she recognized. A tiredness that didn’t come from days on the road but from something far more draining and constant. The sort of invisible thing that weighed heavily on a person, thatsort of thing she knew all too well... Aware she was watching him she looked away just as the innkeeper’s wife appeared with the man’s food.“Thank you, Laureate. If you don’t mind, I’ll eat it in my room.”“No trouble, Constantine. I’ll be up for the plate later.”“Constantine,” she murmured under her breath watching him cross the room and make his way up the stairs, plate balanced easily on his hand. His tall frame disappearing into the relative darkness of the landing. He hadn’t been armed, that she could tell at any rate, but there was something in his appearance that she didn’t doubt could be rather intimidating in the right circumstances.“If you’re really determined to travel, he’d be the man to ask,” the innkeeper’s wife, Laureate, spoke from surprisingly close. Making Cassandra blush hotly, wrenching her gaze from where she’d last seen Constantine and looking at her largely untouched breakfast.“He?” she tried to sound confused. She failed.“Yes, Dalai, he,” the older woman stifled a laugh as she began to move away from the table. “Constantine has guided many a traveler through the fog, I’m sure he’d be able to take you.”“That’s good to know,” Cassandra threw Laureate a weak smile. “I’ll bear that in mind.” Making no attempt to hide her amusement at Cassandra’s words, Laureate cleared the now empty table beside hers. “You do that.” Pausing as she wiped at the table’s surface with a cloth. “His room is two doors down from yours and just, be careful.”“I will,“ the redhead assured her host’s wife before making a start on her porridge before it cooled completely. Her mind already rehearsing the words and phrases she hoped might convince the stranger to take her where she needed to go.~||~After eating her breakfast Cassandra had returned to her room, mostly to try and calm down the butterflies in her stomach at the thought of speaking to the man she knew only as Constantine. She didn’t want to sound like an idiot, like someone who would likely put the pair of them in danger regardless of any skills they might possess between them. She was the one whoneededa guide so it would be up to her to make the prospect of leading her safely through the mist to the far end of the valley sound tempting. Gold she had, along with some pieces of jewelry she could part with if the need arose. She hoped that would be enough to secure his services. Or if not his, then perhaps the help and protection of another man such as he was. Eventually she found herself stood in front of his door. The sounds of the tavern below having faded slightly now that the breakfast diners had sated their need for food and either retired to their rooms or moved onto their next location of choice. Smoothing down her dress she knocked tentatively on his door and took a half step back into the corridor. Sounds inside told her he was not asleep, which was reassuring in a way and terrifying in a great many others. Feet moved behind the door and then, with the sound of the lock being drawn back, the door opened to reveal Constantine. His now empty plate in one hand and an expression of possible confusion on his face. Losing her momentum she meant to glance at the floor to try and gather her thoughts but found herself derailed by the realization he’d opened the door only half dressed. His was hardly the first bare chest she’d seen. Cassandra had grown up in the countryside and come harvest, most men worked without their shirts and smocks. But this was certainly the closest she’d been.“I…er… I’m Cassandra,” She could have kicked herself. Hard. All her hopes of sounding worldly and well-travelled melted like the frost in the spring sunshine at the sight of his bared torso. Why she couldn’t quite make her eyes leave the broad plane of his chest and rise to his face baffled her and when she realized she’d been staring for several long moments, cheeks pink and eyes wide, any chance of recovering from this incongruous introduction was gone.“I shouldn’t have disturbed you,” she smiled weakly, finally managing to order her eyes up and away from his chest to his face. Although that was distracting too, up close. “I wanted to, you see, I wanted to ask you. Because downstairs, they said you can take people through the fog? And I… I’m called Cassandra, and I’m trying to get to…to…” A slightly nervous laugh bubbled out of her lips as she temporarily forgot just where she was supposed to travelling to. “To my wedding actually and oh, I shouldclearlylet you rest. I’m staying here at the tavern too,” she waved vaguely over her shoulder in the direction of her room. “I can ask you later, I’m so sorry. Here, let me,” she reached out to take the plate from his hand, “it’s the least I can do for disturbing you. “ Constantine held onto the plate as she tugged at it, keeping it gripped in his hand. He was surprised to see someone other than Laureate at his door, though not that surprised considering the fog had returned. Fog brought work. He was more surprised the knocking traveler was a woman; women didn’t usually travel alone, especially not through these parts, especially not in the fog. He smiled unabashedly as she struggled to tear her eyes from his bare chest. Cassandra was a nice enough name, and she was certainly beautiful. But not experienced, based on the way she stammered and blushed and tried to escape.“No offense,” he said in a soft baritone, “but I’ll return the plate myself. Laureate would have my hide if anything happened to it.” Instead, he took the hand she’d been using to grip the plate and lifted it to his lips, placing a soft kiss on her knuckles. “Constantine Lukas,” he said, by way of introduction. He let go of her hand before she suffered a fainting spell or something. “I’d invite you in, but Laureate would have my hide for that, too.” She mentioned getting to a wedding — her own. In his experience, brides didn’t usually travel unaccompanied to their own ceremony. But he wasn’t going to be needlessly rude to a potential customer. “You need someone to guide you through the fog,” he said, matter-of-factly guessing her query even though she didn’t seem to be able to spit it out. “It’s five gold pieces per person. Six for children. Is there anyone else with you…?” He peered around the door frame, looking behind her. Again, very unusual for a betrothed woman her age to be traversing this region by herself. But money was money. Most would-be travelers turned away when they found out the price of his services. For some reason they always expected him to charge less for children; but in his opinion, children were unpredictable and didn’t listen to instructions. That made them a liability and justified a higher expense to make up for the commensurate effort. Unless they were an infant; if the mother could carry it and keep it quiet, he wouldn’t charge. “Are you traveling by horse or by carriage? And how much cargo?” Cassandra frowned as the man refused to give up the plate, her brow furrowing as her hand continued to tug gently for a moment or two before it became clear he wasn’t going to give it to her.“No offense, but I’ll return the plate myself. Laureate would have my hide if anything happened to it.”“As you wish,” she began, “and I am sorry I-“ Her words ran out as she watched him lift her hand towards his face and felt the warmth of his lips brush over her knuckles in a rather gallant kiss. She wanted to believe herself capable of preventing herself from blushing girlishly. She wanted to believe it, but she knew her cheeks had to have flared with pink heat at the unexpected contact.“Constantine Lukas. I’d invite you in, but Laureate would have my hide for that, too.”“Oh, oh of course not,” Cassandra agreed quickly, probably too quickly, even going so far as to take a step out into the corridor and away from his opened doorway.“You need someone to guide you through the fog.”“I do,” Cassandra blinked, realizing he’d managed to answer the query she’d not managed to verbalize. “I’ve heard you might be the man to help me?”“It’s five gold pieces per person. Six for children. Is there anyone else with you…?”“No, just…just me,” she smiled weakly, hoping he wouldn’t pry.“Are you traveling by horse or by carriage? And how much cargo?”“By, er, by foot,” Cassandra admitted, an almost ashamed quality entering her voice. If he didn’t think her a naïve traveler before, he certainly did now. “But I am no stranger to walking and believe I can make a reasonable pace. And there’s nothing to protect, nothing to transport, save me and my belongings.” The distance between them helped her find her focus and with a brief smile she raised her chin, ever so slightly.“I will pay you five gold pieces now and if you can get me through the fog, to the far end of the valley, by the next full moon…if you can do that, without injury to myself or damage to my property, then I will see that you are paid three more.” She knew it was a lot of money for anyone to carry, especially a woman on her own, but by intimating that the further payment would come from whomever was meeting her, she hoped to avoid the risk of being robbed, or her things pilfered.“Will you take me? And if so, how soon could we leave?” Cassandra added as calmly as she could, keeping her eyes fixed on his face she was finding helped her concentrate on the matter at hand. Constantine's eyebrow shot up when she mentioned the extra gold. Most other men in his position would have immediately asked, What’s the catch? But he was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. He hadn’t thought he’d get an opportunity to get back into the fog so soon. That was enough to get him to overlook the suspicious circumstances. And the circumstances were highly suspicious. A single woman, traveling alone, without even a horse, on a time limit, and offering extra gold? It was a bit unusual. He would probably have questions for her. But nobody travelled in the fog without a sense of urgency, unless they were a fool or a lunatic — and Constantine had guided plenty of those — and the reasons for that urgency were sometimes less than usual. Whether the woman was fleeing someone, involved in unscrupulous dealings or simply a desperate idiot, wasn’t something he cared about on a personal level; but if they were going to be pursued, or the woman would behave like an imbecile and endanger them both, he needed to know it. But he would wait until their first stop on the trail to ask her. People were more talkative out in the fog, he found. The isolation brought privacy, and at that point they would need him to move forward or back. Maybe he wouldn’t need to overtly threaten to withdraw his services if they were not forthcoming, but the implication would be there. He stroked his chin. “Far end of the valley is quite a journey to make by next moon. We may have to travel at night once or twice. I’ll consider the additional gold compensation for that.” He noticed the woman’s speech growing surer as she spoke, and he was heartened by that. Perhaps her initial flustered state had been caused by his partial disobedient; sometimes he had that effect on women. He hoped she would be as sure of herself in the wild, and not jumping at every shadow.“I’ll take you,” he told her, “but the journey isn’t for the faint of heart. I can’t guide you safely if you try to flee at any sign of what you think is danger. If there’s danger about, I will tell you. You have to do as I say — anything I say, no matter how strange it may seem — without hesitation. And if you decide to turn back out of fear, you won’t be getting your gold back.”“Constantine Lukas!” Laureate appeared around the corner like a messenger of the Lord. “Must I remind you not to take calls from ladies in your altogether?” He gave her an amused grin as she took the plate from him. “My apologies Laureate, I had thought the knock was yours.”“And you thought to bare yourself to me, a married woman of 25 years? Laugh! You are a rapscallion,” she chided, and swatted him with a dish rag. But her laugh-lined eyes still took in the view. They were just a lot more subtle about it. She turned to Cassandra, and seemed about to say something, but then shut her mouth. Her eyes hinted there was more to say, but that was all she would speak with in front of Lukas. Though she disapproved of him and his work, he was a steady customer and paid very well. She felt it imprudent to brazenly drive away his customers, and right in front of him at that. Normally she wouldn’t but… the young woman was so young, and so very pretty. It was very unusual. Glancing around him, she noticed the bath he’d prepared no longer had steam coming up from it. “Constantine, you’ve let your bathwater grow cold!” She clucked her tongue at him and moved off down the hall. “I’ll be up in a few minutes with more hot water,” she said, “and you had better be fully clothed!” Constantine turned back to Cassandra. He was no longer grinning, but there was a certain fondness lingering in his eyes. “Allow me time to bathe and provision myself, and we can be on our way before midday. If we don’t dally we can reach Eddystone three nights hence.” “Far end of the valley is quite a journey to make by next moon. We may have to travel at night once or twice. I’ll consider the additional gold compensation for that.”“Travelling at night isn’t an issue if that’s what is necessary.” Cassandra had noticed his reaction to the gold and hoped that meant he was seriously considering her offer.“I’ll take you, but the journey isn’t for the faint of heart. I can’t guide you safely if you try to flee at any sign of what you think is danger. If there’s danger about, I will tell you. You have to do as I say — anything I say, no matter how strange it may seem — without hesitation. And if you decide to turn back out of fear, you won’t be getting your gold back.”“Oh, thank you,” she tried not to let the relief that flooded her spill out too openly, but before she could potentially make a bigger fool of herself and cause him to change his mind, the innkeeper’s wife appeared. Although they both heard her before they saw her. Cassandra averted her eyes as the pink in her cheeks turned to a far hotter shade, hoping Laureate wouldn’t think she was therebecauseof how he was dressed. At the sound of the older woman’s rebuke though, she tentatively raised her eyes and couldn’t help but smile at the exchange between the two of them. Maurette glanced at her and Cassandra was fully expecting a comment of some kind but…it never came. A slight frown creased Laureate’s features for a moment, but then it was gone, along with the woman herself. Throwing back words to Constantine before disappearing as swiftly as she’d appeared.“Allow me time to bathe and provision myself, and we can be on our way before midday. If we don’t dally we can reach Eddystone three nights hence.”“Of course,” Cassandra smiled awkwardly, “take whatever time you need to prepare. I shall, well, I shall gather my belongings together and when you are ready to leave just knock on my door. It’s that one,” she turned back down the corridor to point out her room, “I’d rather wait upstairs I think, that way Laureate won’t be able to tempt me out of more of my gold with her food and drink.” Turning back her eyes met his squarely and there was a pause, she realized that Laureate’s appearance had interrupted their negotiations.“And thank you, truly, for offering to take me. I promise I will do as you instruct while we’re on the road. You know the fog and the route, I know neither. And I won’t run away, I assure you.” She added with a small nod.“I’ll leave you to your bath and preparations,” she smiled quickly before turning on her heel and heading swiftly back down the corridor to her room. Leaning back heavily against the wood once it was closed behind her.“Well, that’s that taken care of,” she muttered to herself with a heavy sigh. “No going back now.” She filled the time waiting for Constantine by carefully brushing and then braiding her hair, weaving the long auburn strands into a tight plait that finished a little above her waist. She reorganized her pack, placing the tightly wrapped bundle at the very bottom, beneath her spare clothes and other personal items. Her nosed wrinkled every time she had to touch it so it felt far better to have it as far away as possible. Not least because there was less chance of Constantine finding or seeing it, which lessened the chances of her having to face him asking the inevitable questions that would follow. It would also be safe from whatever or whomever they might meet in the fog. If she arrived without it, well, there wouldn’t be gold enough in the province to buy her way out of that problem. Chewing her lip at the terrifying prospect of having to explain the contents was missing or, worse still, stolen. It was far more than just a matter of a bargain or an agreement, lives were at stake. And here she was, placing those lives and her own into the hands of a total stranger. Constantine seemed trustworthy enough and Laureate surely would have said something if she thought it is a mistake to go with him. Cassandra glanced at herself in the mirror, she could see the worry and uncertainty shining clearly in her eyes. Shaking herself she tried to put a calmer, more confident, expression on her face. Tilting her chin slightly higher and trying to set her mouth a little more sternly. Thanks to her swooning at the door over the sight of him bare chested and his kissing her hand he doubtlessly thought her far too inexperienced to be travelling at all, never mind alone. His comments about not fleeing at the first sign of trouble no doubt spawned by such thoughts.“I can do this,” she muttered to her reflection, letting out a slightly unsteady breath as she added, “I have to.” Before she could muse further there was the sound of a sharp knock on the door and shouldering her pack she moved to open it.“Are you ready to go?” she asked after she’d swung the wooden door aside to reveal Constantine behind it, fastening the clasp of her cloak around her neck. “As you said, best not to dally, yes?” Constantine watched Cassandra’s back as she returned to her room. Now here was an odd one. The woman herself seemed normal enough, but he suspected her circumstances were anything but — and her readiness to accept his terms only confirmed his suspicions. Her eagerness to begin and blithe acceptance of his rules, no price negotiation, promising to do as he said… it was almost too easy. She’d thanked him for offering to take her. But she had approached him. Inviting him to her room, when she was travelling alone? Either she was hiding something, or she was overconfident. But he supposed he would deal with either of those potentialities once they were both well and truly… Fogbound— ✣ —Laureate had come and gone from Constantine’s room, leaving behind two large cauldrons filled with water. She’d made much fuss about him still not having a shirt on, though he noticed she looked at him twice when she thought he wouldn’t notice. The servant girl she brought along rolled her eyes at this. Constantine found it amusing; he respected the girl for not being distracted by the sight of him, and he tipped them both a silver piece each. Carrying water was heavy work, after all. Laureate made her obligatory protests but tucked the coin into her ample bosom as soon as he said the magic words I insist. The servant girl — Clara? Camellia? He hadn’t quite caught her name, and he’d never seen her before today. She’d paled a bit when he offered her the silver, and though she met his eyes she appeared uncomfortable beneath his gaze. He wondered if she misunderstood his generosity as a desire for a different sort of hospitality, but she held out her apron and allowed him to drop the coin into it before meekly following Laureate out of the room. He was now relaxing in a wooden tub of steaming water staring intently at the map. Furthermore, he’d whisked it out of sight before Laureate’s return, but now it hung on the wall beside the window, a safe distance from where it might get water or moisture on it. Constantine liked thinking in the bath; he found it conducive to a clear mind. But the map and its ink markings yielded no secrets, no pattern, no matter how hard he tried. He looked down and stared at his reflection in the water. A somewhat pale, square-jawed, chestnut-haired man, hovering somewhere around the start of his third decade, stared back. His hair normally arched quite nicely over his forehead from a mild widow’s peak, but of course the water had plastered it down somewhat. From this close one could see his left eye was a lighter shade of blue, with silvery flecks near the top of the pupil where they were normally hidden behind his eyelid. His stare intensified. What was his reflection thinking right now? He held his breath, trying to prevent the minuscule ripples from disturbing the reflection. After a few moments of this he exhaled noisily and slapped the water, splashing some of it onto the stone floor. As the water’s surface undulated he could see past his reflection to the rest of his body curled up in the tub. He examined a place just below his waist, and frowned. Less than half an hour later, he was fully dressed and stocking his knapsack. Without a horse, he would have to travel light, but he still tossed a pair of well-made daggers into his bag and slipped a hatchet (head safely ensconced in leather, of course) down the side. Thankfully Laureate’s husband, who had fewer teeth than most and asked even fewer questions, had been guarding the stores when he went for provisions. There wasn’t room for much else besides his tarpaulin and blanket, but he hoped to bargain for more provisions in Eddystone or catch game if he had to. He swung the pack over his shoulders, clipped his sword to his belt and fastened his cape in place. He’d paid the stable hands to take good care of Bastion, his horse, and left some additional gold on his room’s mantle for Laureate with a note explaining he would be absent for longer than originally expected. Furthermore, he hadn’t told her ahead of time that he would be leaving with Cassandra. A young unaccompanied woman heading alone into the fog with him, without even a mount, would likely be too much even for Laureate to ignore. Unsurprisingly, Cassandra answered his knock almost immediately. His eyes locked on her pack, and he stared at it for quite some time. After a moment, he realised she was speaking to him and stirred.“Yes. I’m ready when you are. If we leave now, at a brisk walk, we can cover several miles before nightfall.” He motioned for her to follow him and headed, not toward the front of the inn, but straight back into the narrow passageway the servants normally used. It led to the rear of the inn, coming out just past the pigpen. Laureate hated the smell, so she rarely went that way. He hoped to be off and out of her sight before she could spot them.“This way, miss,” he told her briskly, looking anxiously around for any sign of Laureate. Seeing none, he continued out into the yard. Aside from a brief overpowering odor of pig shit, there was only the fog, and the stillness. You could scarcely see the other dwellings near the inn, let alone the treeline, but Constantine headed straight for the path. He knew exactly where to go. “Yes. I’m ready when you are. If we leave now, at a brisk walk, we can cover several miles before nightfall.” Cassandra shifted her pack as she turned to close the door behind her, settling it a little more squarely on her shoulders. She’d seen his eyes linger on it and while it could have been a completely benign stare, the evaluator glance of one more experienced than she to see if she had given herself too large a load to bear, she didn’t want to risk drawing attention to it any more than she had to. Her brow creased with a frown as he indicated that she should follow him down the servants’ passage. She opened her mouth to ask if there was a reason they couldn’t simply leave through the front door but thought better of it. Constantine, she was sure, had a plan and if he thought it's better to leave by some lesser used entrance, then so be it. She followed him down the tight, winding staircase at the end of the passage and even before they got to the door leading outside her nose crinkled at the increasing smell. Her hand rose to cover her nose and mouth as they stepped outside and the reason for the stomach churning smell became evident. What looked to be a family of pigs were wallowing rather contentedly in their sty and the aroma was overpowering to say the least.“This way, miss.” Cassandra tightened her jaw and tried not to breath as they snuck passed, determined not to let herself retch. Once they were beyond the pen, and it’s smell, Cassandra wiped at her watering eyes and saw the fog properly for the first time. The world had simply vanished. She could make out vague shapes and shadows but only just. The air cool and clammy, it seemed to swallow all the sounds of the world. No birds, not even the rustling of the wind through the leaves that she was sure were somewhere over their heads. It was disconcerting, only being able to see a foot or two in any direction before the whiteness claimed everything else. Cassandra realized as they began to move away from the inn, and the town itself, just how foolish it would have been to attempt to travel on her own. Following closely behind Constantine she couldn’t begin to guess how he know which way to go, but she knew she had little choice but to follow him and to trust he knew what he was doing, that his intentions were honorable. They had walked for some time in the strange silence before she felt she needed to saysomethingto stop her own mind getting carried away with itself. Every muffled sound that came to her ears from the depths of the fog became fresh fuel for her imagination. What was just as likely to be a squirrel or a rabbit in the undergrowth became a bandit or a monster.“So do you do this often?” she asked, her voice a whisper that wasn’t intentional but seemed appropriate. “I have to admit I hadn’t heard of the fog before I came, does it happen a lot?” Without really meaning to she had steadily moved closer to him as they’d walked. The whiteness pressing in from all sides making her feel uneasy at the space between them. The worry that if she took her eyes off him, he might be the next thing engulfed by the slightly swirling mist growing with each step.“Laureate said it could be gone in a day or two or that sometimes it stays longer?” she spotted a fallen branch in her path at the last moment and only just managed to step over it without tripping, the slightly larger than usual step making her trip slightly. She recovered quickly though and hoped he hadn’t noticed her stumble. “That doesn’t sound like any fog I’ve ever known.” “I didn’t want anyone to see us leaving,” Constantine said by way of explanation, when they were well away from the inn. “Laureate doesn’t usually interfere with my work, but seeing an unattached young woman leave with me, alone… she might have had words.” The white void swallowed everything. No horizon, no treeline, no sky. But Constantine unerringly knew the way. Her gait was a bit slower than his, but he kept pace with her to avoid losing her. He wasn’t surprised she chose to talk; most did, by this point, to break the silence if nothing else. Constantine could walk for hours without saying a word, but most of his customers were not so disciplined.“Whenever there is fog and people who need to travel through it,” he answered. “Laureate says I ought to put that on a sign. But I suppose it depends on your definition of ‘a lot’. Sometimes the people of Byram go a whole moon without seeing the fog; other times they’ll go a whole moon without seeing the moon. The fog doesn’t follow the weather.” Of course, non-locals always had questions about the fog and its unnatural nature. Constantine always played dumb, simply telling them what any resident of Byram would know and feigning ignorance of the rest. He stepped effortlessly over the fallen branch, ear twitching when he heard Cassandra nearly trip on it. He would have to keep a close eye on her, if she was this clumsy.“Laureate spoke the truth,” Constantine explained. “The fog seems to have its own inscrutable rhythm. Its persistence varies as much as its frequency. I highly doubt it is like any fog you have ever known. Those were all just low-lying clouds, banished by the midday sun. This fog comes and goes as it pleases, and stays as long as it likes. The only people who travel through it are foolish or have a very pressing reason.” This last part was directed at her with a pointed look over his shoulder. He frowned thoughtfully. “Or me, I suppose.” A particular gnarled tree loomed out of the white expanse, and Constantine paused to check it, noting a triangular marking on the trunk. “We’re making good time. Another hour and we can stop for lunch, then we should be able to make camp at the river by nightfall. It’s best to stay near a water source when you’re in the fog,” he explained. He continued walking. “Laureate spoke the truth. The fog seems to have its own inscrutable rhythm. Its persistence varies as much as its frequency. I highly doubt it is like any fog you have ever known. Those were all just low-lying clouds, banished by the midday sun. This fog comes and goes as it pleases, and stays as long as it likes.”“How strange,” Cassandra murmured, her eyes glancing back and forth warily, as if expecting something foul to suddenly leap out of the fog and consume them both.“The only people who travel through it are foolish or have a very pressing reason.” She glanced up and caught the tail end of his words and the firm look that accompanied them. Flushing hotly and looking down as he continued.“Or me, I suppose.”“All who travel have their reasons,” she countered when they paused a moment or two later, her voice remaining relatively level despite the anxious fluttering in her stomach, “of one sort or another.” Watching him approach a tree she pushed stray tendrils of fiery hair back from her face. The moisture in the air causing the strands to curl Moreno than usual, ringlets bouncing back to frame her face almost as soon as her hand moved away from them.“We’re making good time. Another hour and we can stop for lunch, then we should be able to make camp at the river by nightfall. It’s best to stay near a water source when you’re in the fog.”“Naturally,” she replied, jolting into motion behind him when she realized he was moving once more. “Water can be the difference between life and death when you’re away from civilization, so I’m told.” Rolling her eyes at how stupid she was sure she sounded, she adjusted the straps of her pack on her shoulders and fell into step just behind him. With little else to look at save her companion, she found herself making odd observations about the man she had entrusted with her safety. He moved smoothly and calmly along a path she was certain only he knew. There were no clear markings on the ground, no worn ground to indicate they were following a path that others had made before them. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that, whether it was safer to take the road less travelled to stick to the main route. Not wanting to bombard him with more questions she kept her thoughts to herself for the time being. With little conversation she followed him through the fog, finding a rhythm between her steps and his that was comforting in an odd sort of way. His longer strides were slightly slower as she had to take extra steps now and then to keep up. The muted thump of their booted feet drummed out a steady beat as they pressed onwards. It was only when her stomach started to growl that she realized just how long they had been walking for, gratefully sitting down on a fallen tree when he indicated they should stop for lunch. With the surrounding fog there was no clear sense of daytime, no sun to guide them through the day – only it’s eerie glow illuminating the fog that surrounded them. She dreaded to think how much more unsettling it would become nightfall.“So, how do you know where to go?” she asked when the silence between them had grown too awkward for her to bear. Walking without words was one thing, sitting in a clearing with a relative stranger without speaking wasn’t something Cassandra felt she could do well. “I mean, I can’t see any sort of track that you’re following and going by the direction we took when we left the inn the road must be…well…a fair way that way.” She gestured vaguely in the direction she felt the road running along the valley floor might be in. “I mean, I haven’t seen a map in your hands, nor a compass.” She paused and tipped her head to the side to give him an evaluator look.“I realize it’s a little too late for such revelations but, how do I know we’re going the right way?” She laughed after that, not the nervous kind that had plagued her whenever she’d been around him so far but something deeper seated, more genuine. The sort of laugh one lets out when they realize there is little they can do about their situation but find the humor in it.

Fogbound (Zelta Runa & Britwitch)|rating:4.0

You must be mistaken (Aine x Wander)

Strands of pale red hair blew softly around her face. A slight sun kissed complexion, paired with a piercing set of green eyes. Perlite was a young girl of twenty-two. At the moment she was trying to work her way through collage as a barista at a café. A few nights a month she managed to take on some shifts at the bar just down the street. Her long term goal was to finish Zoology, and begin her research on jungle wild life. She had never really gotten people to tell the truth. Her own species confused her, and for the most part she wanted nothing to do with them. There are a few exceptions of course, humans can't survive without the contact of other humans. Perlite's circle is a small one though, consisting of only three friends. The closest of which is Valerie, a fellow classmate and more recently roommate. After their second year in collage they decided to get an apartment together. The price of rent however required them to take on one other person. Franchise, a flamboyantly gay man. To say she was getting a touch of culture would be putting it lightly. At this moment she was clearing one the outside tables. It was a complete mess, a group of high school kids had come in. She hated them the most. Perlite could barely see them as even human, with how rude and dirty they were. Shaking her head briefly at the mess, she brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. Wishing now that she had pulled it back into a ponytail. Filling the gray tote with plates and cups, the redhead balanced it on her hip as she headed back towards the doors." If I see one more teenager walk through those doors, I think I might scream,"she stated setting the tote on the counter next to the sink." They are disgusting creatures, and should be locked in cages until they reach adulthood." This earned her confused look from a couple fellow employees. Shrugging and rolling her eyes, she walked back towards the front counter. There was much of a line yet, but there were enough to keep her busy for a few minutes. After taking orders, she moved to the espresso machine. The perspective of the universe is quite different when one is swinging upside down and has several eyes to peer through; not to mention the increased agility and several limbs to boast. Spider was one form that Bangor loved. The arachnid form was the best means to spy on someone. That is what he was doing at this moment, stalking his prey, searching for the right moment to snag her and then eradicate the threat to his people. The web emerged slowly from within him, his hairy legs oscillating slowly as he hung in the air, out of view and gazed upon her for his chance.“This woman is a threat to all the ‘Badly’ on earth!” Exclaimed the Polo mark.“But can we be sure that she is a threat?” After all, she is only a girl.” Retorted Assassin Bangor.“You are a hired professional, paid to do your job for your people, your Badly. Do not involve your personal opinions in your orders, officer.” The polo mark commanded as he gazed upon the assassin with a menacing glare. The assassin could merely bow in absolute acquiescence, as he pulled his long black mane of long wavy hair into a tight bun. He extracted his long brown hood, a uniform for the Assassins of the Badly and stood naked there before the polo mark. Then, he pressed the rune upon of the Badly, a square within which the ambigram of the name of his people was engraved into his chest. It was a brand that was put upon the Badly when they were born; it was the source of all their abilities. The moment the stubby with no nails fingers touched the rough scaly skin upon his chest, a blue flame emerged from within the rune and engulfed every inch of his red skin, his webbed feet, his long pointed tail and his sharp nose and sinewy features upon his hairless body was engulfed within the power of the flame. As the flames subsided, the dog, his brown fur glistening magnificently under the glow globes of the polo mark’s room hopped up towards the Badly’s throne and stuck his moist tongue out. The picture of the girl was placed into the dog’s mouth by the polo mark as the dog turned around and escaped room, his tail oscillating behind him. Thus, Bangor, embarked upon the journey to find and hunt his prey. The prey that was in fact innocent. The threat to the Badly was from a person who had managed to intercept the super encrypted email of the polo mark and sent him pictures of the Badly’s changing form and threatening him to pay the ransom lest their existence be exposed to the world. The internet protocol address of the emailer/blackmailer was traced and thus their target found and bounty provided to their best assassin, Bangor. Little did the Badly know that the blackmailer was one step ahead of them and had used another person’s home computer to send the email and thus an innocent woman shall now succumb to the brutal acts of this ruthless assassin for Bangor was famous for never missing a target. He would not only kill, them, he would brutally murder them. Thus, he searched for a good few days before finally apprehending her. “This place is quite public, I need to find her alone.” Thought he as he stood there in human form with a newspaper covering his face while he observed the girl entering the store where she worked, “I should follow her!” He concluded. Presently, he was in his most agile and inconspicuous spider form and now swinging for the ceiling, searching for the right moment to attack. Perlite finished with the last customer in line. Not suspecting she was being watch at all. Glancing at the tables outside she was happy to see there was much of a mess out there yet. The lobby of the café was a different story though. The low tables set in the center of chair groupings had plates and mugs covering the tops. Saddened by the fact her fellow employees didn't see the need to clear the tables themselves. She grabbed yet another gray tote from the back and head out on to the floor. A short fifteen minutes later, she was done with the task. All tables were cleared and wiped down, ready for the next customer to use. With a quick look at the clock a smile spread across her face. Five minutes and her shift would be over. Just enough time to clean up her station, and make a coffee to go. Perlite's end of shift clean up was always easy, she made sure to keep her station clean throughout her shift. So just a quick wipe down was all she had to do. Coffee in hand she tossed her black apron into the basket near the back entrance and waved her goodbyes. Once outside in the alley behind the building, she took a breath of fresh air. While she liked her job, these days she found the end of her shifts much more enjoyable. Schoolwork was beginning to weigh her down, and it didn't help that she also had to keep up with two jobs. It was 5:30, but with the new spring weather she still had plenty of daylight left. The day was nice, so she didn't see a reason to not just walk home. Fourth-five minutes is all it would take anyway. The white t-shirt she wore was thin enough to let the cooling breeze pass through. That same breeze lifted her hair, and swirled it behind her as she walked. A part of her didn't really want to head home yet, but she had to shower before heading out for the night. She had promised her friends she would go out drinking. Planning it right down to taking the next day off to recover. She had also made sure to get her studying done so she didn't have that to worry about it.~~Time Skip~~An hour later she was pushing the door to herapartmentopen. It was a simple one bedroom, but that was really all she needed. The neighborhood wasn't that bad, and her apartment was on the sixth floor, so a break in was very unlikely. The furnishings are where the place looked nice, even though it was all second hand. Tossing her house keys in the bowl she always used, Perlite made her way to her bathroom, stripping the moment she was in it's presumed safety. The basic essence of being an assassin is not being able to assassinate, but being able to know the right moment to assassinate. This is what distinguished Bangor from the rest of the assassins of his tribe. He was the best at what he did because his ability to judge when exactly to strike and avoid any form of suspicion. Thus, he was summoned when the task was to end the existence of this woman who had threatened the exposure of the entire race of the Badly and their peaceful co-existence within the humans undetected for several millennia. His many eyes lay fixated upon this woman, gazing and always watching, searching for the right time when she is alone. Then as he observed her and her kind demeanor towards work and others around her, it struck him. ‘The last thing that she seems is an evil blackmailer. Could the polo mark be mistaken?’ He wondered. By now, the girl had escaped the confines of her official purpose and was on her way out. Bangor assumed that she must be headed home. ‘This is my chance!’ Thought he as with a light blue flash and a smoke, he was now a dark crow, all black with keen vision and was flying across town, gazing down at the girl and observing her every movement from above. With correct estimations, he had deduced that she was going for her house. ‘I have never killed an innocent before and something tells me there is something wrong here. I might need a confession from her before I strike. That would be easy interrogation is something I have mastered over the years.’ With this thought, the crow landed upon the window sill of the girl and gazed as she stripped naked and entered the bathroom. Gazing upon her perfectly formed naked body in all its beauty and perfection, the assassin Bangor felt a surge of lust course through his body and a chill run down his spine. ‘No!’ he reminded himself, ‘You are here to kill her and not make love to her, do your job, get a confession, finish her and destroy her computer.’ With another blue smoke light and smoke, the crow had transformed into a cockroach and could easily slip through the gap of the open window. Racing towards the bathroom, a puff of smoke and light brought him to his complete and natural Badly form, he was strongest in this form, and he stood in an absolute stealth behind the bathroom door, waiting quietly in anticipation. Stealth was something Bangor excelled at and thus even as he stood there behind the door, the girl called ‘Perlite’ as her name was told to him, did not notice him. In less than a second, he was behind her, his hand covering her mouth, while the other, bound the blindfold over her eyes. He with the other two pieces of clothing he carried, her hands and legs were now bound together as she was seated on a chair in the bedroom room while the muscular Badly stood towering over her after closing all the windows and shutting the doors to avoid any sound of her voice escaping the room and the apartment. “Did you think you could mess with the Badly and so easily manage to get away with it?” He asked. Two years ago when she was living with a roommate she would never have thought of stripping down as quickly as she did. The perks of living on your own was, you just didn't have to worry about such things. The downside was, you didn't have someone to count on coming home in the nick of time when someone has broken in. The walls between apartments in the building per designed to drown out sound from your neighbors. You couldn't even hear the upstairs neighbor walking. Most of the time this was nice, made late night studies and sleeping in a lot easier. Trouble was nobody would hear her screams of help. She would be left to the mercy of any intruder, and Perlite wasn't strong enough to defend herself for long. Grabbing a towel from the small closet next to the bathroom, she stepped into the room. Hanging the item on it's hook, she prepared herself for her shower. Did she see the man hiding behind the door? No not at all, but she wasn't really looking for him either. The floor the apartment was on made it nearly impossible for someone to break in. Her door had been locked when she got here, so there was no reason to believe a person could be waiting inside. Some would have you believe your first instinct was to scream when grabbed from behind. Reality is you body freezes, taking a moment to catch up to current events. The hand was already over her mouth before she caught up, by that point screaming was pointless. Perlite did struggle as the blindfold was being placed over her eyes. A lot of good it did, her intruder acted as if he didn't even notice. Seconds was all that passed before she was being carried from the bathroom and then set in a chair. Limbs bound to the chair, the redhead had no means of escaping. The blindfold removed she was treated to the vision of a muscular male staring down at her. Her chest heaved quickly with panicked breathing. She was even feeling slightly dizzy, most likely a side effect of being on the verge of a complete break-down. Then he spoke, but it didn't make any sense to her one bit." I....what is a Badly? Is it some sort of gang? I swear I had no idea you even existed." She was babbling, another side effect of her panic she supposed. Tears came next, not the waterfall kind but the ones that for at the corner of your eye. Some of which had to nerve to actually roll down her cheeks." Please... I. I swear I have no idea what is going on right now. You..."from the expression on the men face she knew he didn't believe her." You have the wrong person,"she could feel her pulse racing, it throbbed in her head. The conventions of interrogation had begun; the guilty acting innocent, pledging of having no knowledge of or involvement in the crime. While Bangor truly cherished the art of interrogation and the challenges it brought about, he despised the action of having to cruise through the irksome and monotonous inception of the guilty pledging for non-involvement. ‘Cut the crap and let’s get to the point!’ He wanted to say. But that was not possible. Interrogation was a very precise process and while the start was irksome, it was absolutely necessary. He had to undergo it in order to extract a confession from her.“Oh? So you know nothing now? Well, your computer seems to say otherwise. Your sent mail happens to speak a completely different story altogether.” Accused the assassin and locating the laptop from her table, he booted it. It started and he clicked upon the internet browser. Her email was already logged in. ‘TSK, TSK, TSK!’ He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “For a blackmailer, Perlite, you are very careless to leave your email logged in on your laptop.” He advised as he clicked upon the scent mail icon and then the last sent email which was sent to ‘[email protected]’ It said: Dear Polo mark of the Shifters, You cannot hide your existence from the humans for too long. I know your people exist, and I have the evidence to prove it. Your identity can stay hidden from the world if you want to continue surviving. Transfer $1,000,000 to Citibank Account number: 156071579 if you wish for these pictures to not be on the internet and in the White House. Yours Sincerely, Shifter Hater. There were several attached pictures of Badly and the blue light of them shifting along with their animal form after the shift. Xangor grinned. “For a blackmailer, you are quite stupid. Did you really think we could not track you down by your email, I? P address and bank account number? It is a piece of cake for us to infiltrate the White House, let alone this unguarded apartment.” He proclaimed.“So, you think you are tough taking pictures of our kind in hiding, eh? Let us see how you fare with the best of us right in front of your eyes.” Bangor, then unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. The rune upon his chest glowed a deep blue hue as he murmured a prayer and closing his eyes, pressed hard upon it. Flash! The blue light erupted along with the smoke. When the smoke dissipated all that Perlite could see were feathers. The longest and most magnificent crimson feathers that no bird in the world had the pride to possess. They opened to wide in a spread eagle to display the assassin Bangor in his true Badly form, hairless, serpentine crimson skin, runes marking his entire torso, neck and arms and the most prominent one glowing blue upon his left chest. The muscular and hairless body only contained eyebrows and eyelashes accentuated with a long mane of straight black hair which fell from his head to his mid back. A long stubby tail swished in every direction like a pendulum with a sharp pointed end which seems like it could be used as a potential weapon. The Badly tilted his neck and a loud crack of joints could be heard from it. “It feels good to be in my real from.” Said he as he opened his eyes and big crimson pupils within black irises bore down upon Perlite. He grinned. “What is the matter?” He asked, “Did I scare you? You did not seem so scared when you clicked pictures of my brothers while changing.” This strange man was speaking nonsense. What the hell was a Badly or even polo mark. She stared at him as he spoke in udder disbelief. The email that he read out loud sounded ridiculous." Wait...what,"she really didn't get much of a chance to say much as he continued. If she had been able to speak she would have told him that wasn't even her bank account number. Perlita was got more scared by the second. The stranger sounded very angry about what ever it was he thought she did. The only people she ever emailed were her mother, and her professor. If he actually looked through her email he would see that. Fixated on the single email that, in his eyes, proved her guilt. Panic was beginning to rise again, just when she thought she had emotions under control. To make matters worse he began to take his shirt off. Perlite of course thought the worst. After all what did most home invaders do with female victims. Her complexion look on a whiter shade, as her body frozen in the chair. What happened next however was not what she expected. A blue light emanated from his chest. After a few words she didn't understand, he was replaced for a moment by blue smoke. When it cleared it wasn't a man standing there any longer. In his place was a serpent, bird, man with red skin. Perlita began to breath fast and heavy, her previously white skin returned. It looked as if all color had simply drained from her body." Please...please don't hurt me,"her words coming fast between breaths. She was beginning to see stars, meaning she was hyperventilating, and more than likely going to pass out soon. What was this man....person...thing? She could feel her heart beating fast and hard, the sound of it in her ears." Please I swear I don't know what you're talking about. I won't tell anyone what I have seen here." Who would believe her anyway? They would throw her in the nut house. Bangor was fed up. This woman was not even trying anything new. There was no blame game, no deviations, and no deceptions to crack. She kept on repeating herself like tape recorder stuck on the same tune. “I don’t know anything. What are you talking about” Was all she could muster. ‘Doesn't she know that this is the oldest trick in the book? This will only get her to be in more trouble? Oh well, not my problem if she is stupid. I have to do my job.’ He concluded as he came up in front of her. “Now you have two choices. Either vomit the truth or tell me a believable story.” He offered as he raised two long and sharp fingers before her which had no nails on them. But observing the grim expression upon her face, Bangor deduced the worst and sighed. “You leave me no choice. You insist of being innocent when the evidence is stacked against you. I have no choice but to resort to coercion.” Warned the Badly. Smack! It was more than just a warning that the brutal assassin gave, for he slapped her face so hard that a mark of his hand was imprinted in a light red hue upon her cheek and blood rushed to the point of impact. Blood trickled down the end of her lips. Bangor groaned upon witnessing the tears stream down her cheeks. “Now don’t give me the innocent girl game. I have played with it a million times, and it won’t work against a professional like me. Tell me what I need to know!” Demanded the assassin. When he did not get the answer he desired, the Badly assassin was furious. Smack, smack, smack! Three slaps on either cheek were laid upon her in succession and the Badly grinned at the misery and pain of the woman he had bound to the chair. His long fingers sunk into her hair, and he tugged at it violently; her hair pulled so hard, she could feel it would almost tear off her head. He tugged to arch her head upwards to face the ceiling. Bangor was a professional, he would not pull the hair enough for it to tear, but enough to cause immense pain. “I am running out of patience. Confess that you tried to threaten and expose the Badly or else I will slit your throat right now and leave you to bleed painfully to death.” He warned. Ting, ting, ting! The sound reverberated in the room. From the pocket of his pants, the assassin fished out a cellular phone and answered it while still holding her hair. The phone call lasted for a while and Bangor released the girl’s hair from his grip and attended to the matter at hand. It was a phone call from the Polo mark, and it had been made to reveal to the assassin a certain unfathomable turn of events. When she saw him move closer, her speech stopped immediately. Watching him, she waited for the violence. What she didn't know was why he was even here. For what ever reason he thought she was someone about to release information about him and his people. She had no clue what he was, or where they were. No matter what she did or said would convince him of this. Speechless still she tried to pull away as he lifted the two long fingers to her. When she tried to speak nothing but noise would come out, she couldn't even form intelligible words. She was expecting it in away. Even with that though the sudden impact of his hand on her face shocked her. Perlite's face snapped to the left, and for a moment she could only see stars. They weren't the pretty kind, it was merely dots of light against a dark background. Her cheek stung, she could still feel the heat rising to her skin." Please.....you have to believe me,"those few words she was able to form were all she got out. The stranger continued with the blows to her face. Obviously not happy with what she had said. A part of her wanted to confess just to make it stop. But what would she confess too, how would she confess? Blood trickled from her nose and lip, her right eye was already beginning to swell. Tears rolling down her cheek, mixed with the blood on her chin. Whimpering when she felt his finger snake into her hair and pull. Maybe this was it, maybe it would all stop now. Death would have to be the only move left. Closing the only eye she needed to with her face towards the ceiling she waited for it. The rest of her body limp from exhaustion, sagged against her bonds in the chair. Human instinct caused her to deny one more time,"I swear.... I don't know who you are." Now he threatened to kill her, this was something she already knew. She opened the one eye to look at him. She didn't know what he wanted to hear. He would probably just kill her either way. The normally vibrant green of her eyes would look tired and dull." I can't tell you what you want to hear." The words soft, she wondered if he even heard them. No matter, he wouldn't have listened to them anyway. She closed her eye once again, mentally preparing herself for a death she knew was coming. Then his damned cell phone rang, as if to prolong her misery he answered it. When his hand released her hair, her head fell forward. She would be looking at her own lap at this point. She heard him speaking in hushed tones. Why won't he just finish this, what could be so important that he would step away from his job. Perlite only assumed this was his job, as in her mind he did it exceedingly well. He had her ready to confess to something she hadn't done, or hand any clue about. Blood from her lip and nose continued to flow, tripping onto her thighs and stomach. With her one not swollen eye, she watched the patterns that were created. For a moment she hadn't realized that the stranger had stopped speaking. The phone call was over, which would mean all this could begin again. Excerpts from the telephonic conversation between the assassin Bangor and the Polo mark of the Badly: Polo mark: Why haven’t you killed her yet? We specifically gave you the address! Bangor: I do not understand. I have her bound to a chair. Polo mark: How long have you had her bound? Why did you not kill her? Bangor: You know my rules. I was getting her to confess. I have had her bound for ten minutes now. Polo mark: But we just received another email asking for higher ransom...that means....you have the wrong person! Bangor: What? You’re telling me that now? Polo mark: I realized that myself. Tell her that it was an identity mistake. She has not seen your real form. Pay her money, it shuts people up, and she will forget it when she is slightly rich. With this, the polo mark hung up and left Bangor in a state of trepidation. How was he to tell the polo mark that he had already shown her his true form. How would he tell him that he had already mentioned the Badly to her? ‘Why do I always manage to act so hastily?’ Thought he, ‘Now I have this girl upon my hands who know about us, and who has seen me? I cannot kill her, it would kill me to take the life of such a beautiful girl and who is innocent about everything. I will not make her the scapegoat of my mistake. Furthermore, I will have to apologize to her. Although I doubt she will ever trust me to actually accept it. It is hard trusting someone who has just beaten you to a pulp with their bare hands.’ The Badly assassin turned around and this time his expression which always bore a diabolical menace was now laced with compassion. He came forward before her, his strides still long and magnificent as he bent down onto his knees and gazed up at her. “I am sorry, miss; it seems there has been some identity problem here.” Said he with a sigh. He went up to the cabinet and picked out a swab of cotton and some antiseptic. Spilling some onto the cotton, he dabbed her marks and wounds with it and could see the pain with the contortions of her physiognomy and the wincing shrieks. Then, he decided that it would be best to be honest with her and tell her the reason for her condition for even though Bangor was an assassin sworn to protect his people, he was a just Badly. “Look, we are a different species of beings. We call ourselves Badly and we are shape-shifters. We can turn into any creature and beings at will.” He said as he stood up and closing his eyes, pressed the rune upon his chest. It glowed an illuminating blue and covered his entire body, and he appeared as if he were being electrocuted. Then, a flash and blue smoke and right before her eyes was a beautiful tabby cat with lustrous black fur and deep vertical yellow eyes as it jumped up into her lap. “You see? We just hide from humans, and we do whatever we can for survival because our numbers are very less, and the humans would kill us off in fear of our powers. Someone used your laptop and your already logged-in email to email our highest authority, the polo mark and blackmail him.” Xangor jumped off her lap and then turned back into his human form, his bare muscular chest visible in front of her as he unbound her restraints. And continued to dab her wounds. “Please forgive me, it was an error on behalf of my people and an evil on behalf o one of your friends that got you here.” Said the assassin. The stranger was taking a lot longer then she would have like to begin again. Was this part of his game, to make her wonder how long it would be before the pain continued. Her body was exhausted, though her mind would not let her drift to sleep. As if her body were trying to make her feel every ounce of pain inflicted, a cruel act of her body. Then she heard his footsteps as he once again came closer to her. Barely lifting her head, she looked up at him with the one eye. His expression had changed, no longer sinister and focused. Now he was showing concern, regret, and compassion. Perlita flinched when he bent to kneel before her. Confusion crossed her face, was he actually now asking for forgiveness? Was he serious? The pain she still felt in her face wouldn't allow her to forgive him. He left for a moment, only to come back with cotton balls and antiseptic. Touching it to her face, she jumped trying to pull away. Why was he still hurting her if this was all a mistake? Maybe if he had listened to what she had to say all this could have been avoided in the first place. Once more he left, only to turn into a small cat. He then proceeded to jump into her lap. If her hands were free at that moment she would have shoved him off. Instead, she was forced to listen to his pleading words for forgiveness." This is supposed to make me feel better is what you are saying." She could feel anger now building inside her."Oops, sorry I broke your face....my bad... I thought you were somebody else." She was trying to keep her emotions in check, he might get angry and just finish where he left off. When she was free to stand, Perlite jumped to her feet. Quickly making her way to her bedside table." This does not make anything better,"she snapped. Feeling a little braver with the silver letter opener next to her on the table." You were two seconds from killing me....murdering me....because some crazy person broke into my house and used my computer." The anger was building once again." I told you over and over I didn't know what the fuck a Badly was, and you continued." Her problem now was the adrenaline mixed with the trauma was now making her dizzy. She looked down at the letter opener, and it seemed to fade out of focus." Maybe...there is a reason to fear you people,"she swayed a little." After all you torture and kill people in their homes." Perlita swayed again, this time she wasn't able to right herself. Everything was so blurry, and her legs felt so weak. She crumpled to the floor beside her bed. Trying so hard to keep her one eye open, she failed. Darkness finally let her escape, even if it was brief. The moment the woman was unbound; she rose to her feet and clambered towards the desk to extract a letter opener in order to threaten the mighty Badly. Even when she threatened him, she was being so feeble in her attempt that the only reaction that Bangor could give was mirth as he chuckled jovially. “I have battled mighty beasts and killed them with my bare hands, I can be any creature I like, and you threaten me with that little thing?” He asked as he stepped forward with a grin. But then, right before his eyes, Bangor witnessed the girl tremble.“Are you alright?” He asked, but he saw her eyes shut and almost fall. “Oh no!” He exclaimed and rushed forward to hold her in his arms right before she hit the floor. Luckily, he was a man of extreme power amongst both the Badly and the humans and this would be put to good use by the assassin.“Remi! Call Dr. Kingsley immediately! It is an emergency! I will be there soon!” Exclaimed the Badly assassin as he clicked open his phone and made ha call to his man servant.“But, sir!” Retorted the butler.“Do it Remi!” Bangor exclaimed and then leaned forward to lift the unconscious girl off her bed and carried her within his arms down the stairs of the building.“Taxi!” Exclaimed the Badly. Presently, they were in a taxi and were on their way to Bangor’s estate.“What happened?” Exclaimed the doctor as he checked the markings and wounds upon the girls face.“Long story; mistaken identity.” Replied the Badly.“Mistaken identity? You tried to assassinate the wrong person? The best amongst us make a mistake?”“Not me, the Polo mark. He made a mistake and gave me the picture of the wrong target.”“The Polo mark? My god! If this goes to the Badly community then his reputation will be tarnished.”“I know, but that is not my problem, it was his mistake and not my fault.”“But why did you not kill her? You know we are not allowed to leave traces.”“I already beat her up when she was innocent. Now you want me to add to that by killing her.”“Compassion is ill-fitting an assassin, Bangor.” The doctor accused. Xangor merely nodded in acquiescence to this accusation and said, “Call me compassionate, but I needed to help her.”“But she will think you are some thug, she won’t know our real identity.” The doctor said with a smile.“Yeah, she wouldn't.” Retorted the assassin and sweat trickled down his forehead. The doctor then gazed down upon the woman before him as she groaned and said, “Well, she is coming to. I have given her painkillers and applied gel. Take this ointment and keep applying it to her face. You are really very rough, Bangor; I would never be on your bad side.” With this the doctor packed his belongings, accepted his fee from the millionaire and then exited the room while the Butler entered with tea. When Perlite opened her eyes, she was in the most luxurious room she had ever been in and Bangor stood in front of him in his human form as she smirked benevolently. In her dream Perlite was floating. Her body felt as light as air, and her arms felt weightless. At first, she was only moving slowly, then she was moving faster. She couldn't help but think of how strange the dream was. None of it made any sense, but she couldn't wake herself from it. Small parts of told her she should wake up, that something was wrong. The dream refused to let her go at the moment, however. After a while she stopped floating. Now she stood in a room, it wasn't cold but comfortable. Somewhere in the distance she could hear voices. “Long story; mistaken identity.”....... "You tried to assassinate the wrong person?"...... "It was his mistake and not my fault.”...... ".....killing her.” None of it made sense to her, and she couldn't see the faces that belong to the voices. Then a face began to flash in her memory. Red serpent like skin on a face inches from her own. Clawed finger reaching for her. Now she was determined to escape this dream. She didn't want to see any more of the scary being that was starting to emerge. She ran in the direction she had come from, and soon she saw the door. Around the edges of the door bright light shined. Her hand reached for the knob, and she gave it hard yank........ Perlita's eyes fluttered open, as if they really didn't want to. They didn't focus on her surroundings right away. The main objective was to make sure she was actually awake. Turning her face to the right, and then the left. Objects looked real enough, and there was no longer a haze at the edge of her vision. Then she realized nothing here was even hers. Pulling herself to her elbows quickly she looked around the room again. Coming to rest on the man at her left. He was the same man that broke into her house. The same man who tortured her for information she didn't have. Her first thought was, he wasn't done with her. That he kidnapped her because she knew too much. A tear rolled down each cheek,"I'm sorry, please don't hurt me anymore." Coming to a sitting position she braced herself to run. Run where she didn't know at the moment,"I swear I will tell nobody about you or your people. Just....please don't kill me." The Badly sat patiently with a calm countenance and a pleasant smirk when Perlite opened her eyes. But she was almost frantic and jumped up to save herself at the sight of him the moment she saw him. Bangor sighed realizing that it was going to take a lot of effort to convince this woman that his intentions are honest and that his attack was merely an error. That he had done only what was necessary for the continued existence of his species. ‘Survival of the Fittest’ a phrase so aptly coined by Spencer and promoted by Darwin speaks of the case of the Badly in every prospect. Her reaction on seeing him was such fear, if one ordinary woman was so scared of him, one cannot expect any different reaction from the human species as a whole. Human beings are indeed the most nefarious species, they kill what they do not understand. Genocide is innate within them as is compassion within the Badly. Yes, he did attack an innocent, but Bangor was only ensuring the continued co-existence of his species along with humans. Human beings who could not even exist in harmony amongst themselves, it was impossible to expect them to live in peace with another species, he had no choice and had to act for the preservation of their long kept secret. Presently, he sat close to Perlite and heaved a sigh. “Look,” Said he. “I do not wish to hurt you. If I wanted to kill you, I had a chance and would have taken it, I would not have brought you here and nursed your wounds if I wanted to kill you.” The Badly pointed to the bandages on her face which had already started to heal her injuries. “I made a mistake, my people made a mistake, and I am truly sorry for it. I want to make it up to you.” Moving in a little closer, the assassin held both the hands of the girl in his and said, “I was ordered to kill you in order to protect my secret. But I felt guilty of how I treated you when you were at no fault; please forgive me. I was saving this for someone special, but I guess I owe you this. The Badly are allowed to share their secret with only one human. I do not want to kill you and I have to make you my secret keeper. You have to take an oath never to tell about my people to anyone and I promise nobody would hurt you. I want to help you. While following you, I read in your file that you are trying to pay for your education and are working in that odious restaurant at menial pay for it.” The Badly then looked down sadly before looking back up at her and continued, “I shall pay for all your education, and I was looking for an assistant to help me with my work. I would be happy to let you have the job. Would$5,000a week be okay? Please let me help you and take the offer, I feel really guilty of what you had to go through because of an error on part of my people.” His hands still clasped hers, and he looked into her eyes expectantly, waiting for her reply. Watching him sit next to her on the bed. She focused on bringing her fear and panic under control. Looking wide-eyed into his face as he spoke. While what he said was more than likely true, and it did make sense. A small part of her mind thought that maybe he could have kept her alive, so he could start over with the torture. He fingers went to the bandages on her face, she had yet to see the extent of the damage he had done. From what she could tell there was a lot of it. A question that she had, she kept to herself, what could he possibly do to make it up to her. She could have died, there wasn't a lot you could do to make emends. Perlita mouth fell open slightly when he took her hands in his. She wanted to protest, but thought better of it. She really didn't want to offend him and make him angry. As he spoke a shiver travel down her spine, then back up. She already knew how close she had come, to be reminded of it wasn't a nice feeling at all. Glancing around the room, she didn't really know what she was looking for. Perhaps just a place in the room, that didn't leave her looking right at him. The thought of him following her was a little frightening. He then proceeded to insult the job she had to support herself through school. Maybe it wasn't some extravagant career, and maybe it barely paid the bills. It was a good place to work though, nobody tried to kill her there at least. Well except that time Shane caught her apron on fire, but that was an accident." It's not that bad of a job,"she said quietly, looking down at the mattress. Why she felt the need to defend her place of employment, she wasn't too sure. Not like she was planning on making that her lifelong career or anything. As the stranger continued, her mouth dropped open a little more. Was he seriously offering to pay for the next four and half years of school? Then offering her job that paid ten times more than her current job. This was turning out to be the strangest and most confusing day of her life. Perlite was speechless for what seemed like a long time. It had only been a minute or two that she simply stared at him. It was a lot of information to process. While having her schooling paid for, plus a salary that would be more than enough to support her sounded great. She was still very much afraid of him. Afraid of what she already knew he could do to her. Then it struck her. She could learn a lot of things about him over time. She would learn what it would take to actually defend herself against him and his people. Protection in the process would be a plus. Then, if he turned on her, she would be better prepared." What would I be doing for you,"she asked. Perlite hoped it wasn't something weird like, warm his bed and such. She would have to turn the offer down if that was the case. A deep grin coursed upon the countenance of the Badly when he had heard her qualms as well as her defense of her job which was clearly the act of a woman who had self-respect. He realized that this girl had all forms of self-respect and dignity which the assassin truly cherished in an ideal woman. He would not accept it himself for he was a man that did not easily acknowledge awe, but he was deeplyimpressedby this woman, both by her bravery in the situation she was against, and her sense of pride, he knew then he had made the eight choice in making her his secret keeper as well as his friend and assistant. With a mild shake of the cranium, the Badly dispelled her suspicions and said, “I know what you are thinking, but I want nothing of the sort. Look around yourself, you see the house you are in? I have enough money to pay for the most exotic women in the world, but I am not the kind of man to ever touch a woman until both of us share a mutual sense of affection and desire, without that, copulation is as meaningless to me as color to the blind. So, don’t worry, that is certainly not what I ask of you. What I need is for you to be my friend and assistant. I am very busy man, you see.” The assassin handed her his card upon which the following was written:Dr. Steve Jackson; PhD in Economics; MBA; Harvard University; Chief Financial Officer; Microsoft Inc. With this, he smiled at her and said, “So all you got to do is keep track of my appointments, give appointments to people about whom I should meet and whom I shouldn’t and when and where to meet them. You have to remind me of my day’s activities and yes, be my friend and talk to me during our free times together. Not much, you will not have to work more than six hours a day.” The Badly then got up from his place and struck his hands together into a loud resonating clap. Instantly, the butler who displayed an extreme air of sophistication and etiquette stepped into the room carrying a tray in his hands. The tray was set before Perlite upon which foods of various kinds including the likes of Lasagna, Pasta, Burger, hot dog, Fries, Chicken Alfredo, Caesar’s Salad, Crème BYU Le, ice creams of two kinds, orange juice, watermelon juice, and glass of water was set before her. The waiter genuflected before the girl and retreated into the confines of the massive house.“I did not know what was your food preference,” Confessed the assassin; “unfortunately, that is something I did not learn in my small-time around you. Therefore, I asked Remi to prepare everything that people would ordinarily eat or drink. The doctor said you passed out more due to shock than your wounds; you are absolutely healthy with nothing serious. But you should eat a little for that is essential.” The Badly then came up before her and sat down and said, “Once again I truly apologize for what happened at your house. I am being absolutely honest that it was an error and n harm was intended to you personally.” Xangor really did feel guilty and wanted to offer true friendship, help and accompaniment to help the girl out of both her financial and emotional conundrum and be a support for her all through. He really hoped she would trust her.“I am going to go out for aflightafter you are done eating, would you like to come?” He offered with his palm outstretched before her. She raised an eyebrow as he explained about not expecting sex. Men normally thought sex was always on the table, so she found this a little hard to believe. She would give him the benefit of a doubt though. The moment he even suggested it, she would call him out immediately. Then again, he was actually a human, so maybe she really didn't have anything to worry about." Well I will give the assistant part a good try, and maybe we could be friends. I still have a small voice telling me I can't trust you though." Perlita was an honest person if nothing else. Maybe what she said would hurt his feelings, but better he hears this now then later right? Taking the card from him, she flipped it over a couple of times. So she was a little impressed. Reality was this didn't necessarily mean anything. She could make business cards that said she was the CEO of Apple, that didn't make it true though, did it? Her job requirements sounded easy enough, they didn't really play against what she was going to school for though. Not like she had to do this forever though right? This was just a job that would support her through school." That's like $33.00 an hour you realize,"of course he did. Perlita was just having a hard time believing any of this could be happening. Who else would go through an afternoon of getting tortured, to having a job that paid for everything. That job consisted of taking some phone calls, and then leaving after only six hours. Most people would die for a job like this. Well her first personal business would be to find a new apartment. Something in a better neighborhood, and better neighbors. She could also look into actually buying a car, no more walking. As Perlite sat contemplating, a butler came in with a tray in hand. Her eyebrow once again raised, why was there so much food? Did he think she could eat all this?" Uuuummm, that is a lot of food. Seems like a waste for one person." Taking the burger from the tray, along with the fries she pushed the rest aside. There was no way she could eat all that, she might not even finish the burger and fries. Taking a bite of the burger, she shoved a fry into her mouth. Shaking her head, she laughed a little."Gee, I wonder what could have caused the shock. Couldn't be from getting beat to a pulp, or seeing some red scaly creature with wings." Sarcasm was a deference strategy she had picked up when she was a kid. If you deflected a bad situation with sarcasm, it was easier to forget it even happened. Taking another bite of the burger, she chewed silently for a couple of minutes. Her mind still working to wrap around the days events. Shaking herself from her thoughts, she focused on him. He was apologizing again, she was beginning to think she would hear this multiple times a day. Words meant nothing though, actions spoke louder. She would put effort into forgiving him, but only what he did over time would tell her he was truly sorry. The job, and paying for her schooling was a great gesture, but you couldn't buy her." Uuumm, wait fly,"she just caught on to what he said. What did he mean by flight? Was he going in a helicopter or was he doing the flying?" What exactly do you mean by 'go out for a flight'?" An audible chuckle emanating from the lips of the Badly resonated within the copious room. Perlite’s sarcastic tone was amusing for the assassin. A billionaire of his stature would not accept such slander from an ordinary girl. But Bangor was humble and genuinely felt guilty for hurting the innocent woman. Therefore, he ignored her incising words and considered them as mere jest. He did not want the girl to experience any form of hostility from him. In fact, he was mildly impressed and to some extent attracted to this brazen girl who was dauntless enough to speak so courageously before a creature of a different species who had nearly killed her.“Well, for one, thank you for accepting my job, Perlite. I promise I will try and make it an enjoyable experience for you when you join in tomorrow.” Bangor said as he came forward and stood before her, watching her relish the burger and fries with delight. It made him frown because he could not understand how when a person was offered the likes of a Caesar’s salad, Crème Brulé, and Chicken Alfredo, one could prefer to eat a burger. ‘I will never understand the psychology of the middle class.’ He thought with a sigh, ‘They seem like a different species from the rich. Maybe if she is my assistant I can learn from her...that is if the rich sophistication doesn’t rub onto her after she is working with me.’ A smirk was upon his lips when he said, “Yes, I know that is thirty-three dollars an hour. You want fifty? I don’t mind because I need a good person I can trust. Look around you, money is something I have a lot of. What I lack is people I can trust.” The room was copious, spacious and luxurious with an assortment of grand artifacts of chairs, wood burning fireplace, ancient architecture upon the walls, high ceiling and grand king-sized waterbed upon which Perlite lay. He came forward and bent down, his face gazing at hers now when he said, “By flight I mean actual flying. Those wings you saw, they were not for feathery show. They have a use. Besides, if I really want to fly, I could easily turn into an eagle. But A Badly requires concentration when in any form but his or her own. Even now, half my attention is focused on maintaining this human form. Let me get rid of it.” With this, the Badly stood up and closed his eyes as he raised two fingers up to the cavity in his chest and pressed the ancient rune after closing his eyes and muttering an inaudible incantation. Like electricity, blue light surged within his body accompanied by a thick smoke. The moment the smoke dissipated, a large scaly creature, bigger than the human Perlite saw earlier stood before her. Long red vertical slits of pupils gazed down at her from the dark confines of their black irises as he grinned to portray an array of sharp fang like teeth.“Mummy.... It feels so good to be in my real form.” He said as he pulled off his shirt to reveal the red scaly skin upon a Herculean torso. “Steve isms human name in disguise; my real name Bangor. They usually called Bangor the Genocide connoting my job of executing humans which pose a threat to our identity.” Xangor observed that Perlite had finished her food, and therefore he grasped her wrist and lead her towards the corner of the room. “I had the window elongated specifically for this purpose because then it is easy to come in and get out undetected.” Xangor held her hand and pulled her towards the window, his long red wings were now stretched out like an eagle. “I am sorry, but you will have to sit on my back and hold on tight no matter what those ludicrous superhero movies show you, it does not work that way; I assure you, it is different.” Xangor climbed up the windowsill and perched upon it, bending down in an appropriate position for her to easily climb onto his back. “So,” He finally said, “Have you decided yet? Are you coming for a flight or no?”

You must be mistaken (Aine x Wander)|rating:3.0

The Kitsune and the Lion King (theRadThadd)

Around Japan, there were several shrines, many of which belonged to the god INRI, a god that reigned over many things and also had some rather famous messengers. Mistune, or fox demons cared and looked after his shrines many mistune were however, female which lead to other issues. One group was the Bukhara sisters; Sakura, Mizuki, Aya and Satori. Sakura was the youngest of the four a cream-coloured mistune with two tails, silver hair and pink eyes, the second-youngest Mizuki looked very similar but her hair, ears and tails were slightly darker with a pair of hazel eyes and four. Aya meanwhile was the second oldest, she had dark brown hair and fur with six tails and hazel eyes like Mizuki. The oldest of the sisters was Satori, she had an unusual coloring, ending up with dark brown ears and nine pure white tails, dark hair and a pair of golden amber eyes. The sibling were always together with Satori being the one to protect them due to her skills with a Katina, while Aya was skilled at setting up barrier and cleansing. Either way, these four sisters had resided in the INRI shrine near the village for quite a while now. But it had almost become a tradition of the village for the older folk to know that there were indeed foxes at the shrine. That day was as busy as ever, preparing for the winter and making sure they had enough rice and other food to keep them going, always making sure they had plenty since they occasionally had guests that would stay for a day or two in the harsher weather. While the two youngest played Aya and Satori were sorting through the supplies, "I think we might need a bit more rice" said Aya. Satori hummed and nodded, she might be right there. "Yeah, I'll go down to the village and get another couple of bales" she said to her, her white tails flicking a bit. "Let's check for anything else we need first though, and we need to make sure the bath is working properly too so we can get it fixed if needed" Aya nodded at what her sister said. There was always plenty to do before the colder months rolled in. The afternoon after they'd checked everything she had a list of things to get from the village. Making sure she had one of her warmer kimonos on she used a bit of illusion magic to hide her ears and tails before heading down to the village. Luckily there wasn't much so she didn't need to take the shrine's donkey to help out, they always had one for when they needed to get a larger amount of items at once. Meanwhile, it seemed that a new person had entered the village his very presence seemed to make people feel at ease and safe around him. As he entered the place, looking a little lost to the eyes of an older woman she beckoned him over. "Now, now young man if you're a little lost or looking for somewhere to stay the night then the shrine is probably the best place to go. There is also a storm tonight so you best ask the foxes there if there is a room" she said to him. One of the shopkeepers spoke up. "One of them is actually at the stalls right now and heading back, she was here not that long ago if you're looking for the priestesses. Believe it was the oldest one Satori" who soon sent their child to go find the priestess or at least stop her. As the little boy ran up to her, she turned her attention to them, her arms full of stuff she was getting, having bought a little too much. "Hamm, a guest, well there is a storm tonight, but we have a free room, can you bring him here, and I'll take him back with me" she said. The boy grinned and nodded before heading back and leading the man to where Satori was. Satori, being a fox had a very good nose and could tell then and there this one wasn't human, in fact she wasn't sure what he was and looked at him. He was a hulking man with golden locks, rather handsome as well, a small hum passed her lips he really was quite the looker, and she wasn't afraid to let him know but maybe not while she was holding the food that was needed. "Pleasure to meet you, I hear you're in need of a place to stay. My name is Satori, head priestess at the INRI shrine. We have plenty of room there and lucky for you, I just finished getting supplies in case we had guests since winter will be arriving here soon" she smiled at him. Her amber eyes were bright and golden, she had a naturally cheerful disposition as well. "Now then, shall we get going, it's not far, but we don't want to get caught in the storm now do we?" she asked him. Sure enough, the walk wasn't long, but once back on the sacred grounds of the shrine her illusion fell, her ears and tails appearing. She called through the door. "Aya, Mizuki, Sakura I'm home, and we have a guest" she said looking over her shoulder to the man she'd brought with her. "Aya will you take these, I'll show him where his room is" she said handing some stuff to her sister before Mizuki insisted on helped and took some along with Sakura taking the sweets. All of them looking curiously at the person their oldest sister had brought back. "Well, first let's get you settled shall we, shoes off first" she said. Some weren't familiar with Japanese customs and judging by what she could tell about him, it was possible he wouldn't be. Leading the way she pointed out important rooms such as the bathroom, toilet as well as the living room and dining room they had in the shrine. "Here we are, I almost forgot, what should we call you handsome?" she asked him, her ears flicking a little on the top of her head. Satori was a priestess, but she was still a vixen with a very interesting handsome man before her, but he seemed rather interesting to her, that, and it wasn't often non-humans would come here after all. And Man said, "Let there be light." And He was blessed by light, heat, magnetism, gravity, and all the energies of the universe. When Thaddeus opened his crimson irises, like the big bang of a universe coming into existence, abruptly, to the supernatural radiance encompassing him, the Lion King observed himself standing at the mouth of a Japanese settlement. The buildings' architecture, Thaddeus recognized it and grasped precisely where and when he could perhaps be. But the Lion King could not sense any current of tachyon particles in the vicinity, and Thaddeus couldn't determine himself among the ethereal spheres. The regal atlas could only experience the present for what it was: passing. Thaddeus was isolated. He peered to his left and then to his right and observed the vacancy to be thought-provoking. The Lion King's scions, his Pride Guard, were not there to contribute to his council. This has befallen the War master countless times already, and each time, it earned the King of King's ample accumulation in submission, wonderment, and enlightenment. Although, there was evermore a design for his arbitrary withdrawals and relocations to inaccessible realms unproven. A measure was exercised by the colossal Adonis in the village's path; farther did Thaddeus venture towards the empathic warmth he felt alluring him, like the gravity of a nearby planet or Luna. Thaddeus seemed misplaced, and to any, would notice that succumbed look in his deep, lustrous eyes. "Now, now, young man, if you're a little lost or looking for somewhere to stay the night, then the shrine is probably the best place to go. There is also a storm tonight, so you best ask the foxes there if there is a room." said the elderly lady to Thaddeus. The sunshine that coursed through the abundant, curled tresses of the hulking male intensified at the woman's magnanimity and service. Thaddeus surmised he was a foreigner here in this village, but the singular experience that someone was keen to lend a hand brought the giant warmness in his soul. "Thank you," Thaddeus replied. His voice rumbles like the shifting plates of continents but is soft on the ears that listen. A shopkeeper pronounced, "One of them is actually at the stalls right now and heading back. She was here not that long ago if you're looking for the priestesses. Believe it was the oldest one, Satori." At a moment's notice, after an adolescent boy leaps from the shopkeeper, he retreats only to escort Thaddeus to the character in question, Satori. Beforehand, it was stated that the priestesses were foxes, which informed Thaddeus with all he was required to comprehend: these women were mistune, which only produced great excitement for the Lion King. Thaddeus followed the young lad, his almond-shaped eyes gazing up at the giant unafraid, and Thaddeus glanced down at the youthfulness in his appearance with regard and paternal tenderness. Satori didn't need to cover away from her mistune characteristics with her humility, and it wasn't lacking, but Thaddeus understood how her species performed. The Lion King had a dear and special companion who was also a mistune, Queen Kevin Oracle of the Oracle Clan. This Satori character was already earning herself rewards for when it was time to repay the mistune with thanks, but Thaddeus felt already that he was being spoiled just by Satori's presence. "I," Thaddeus wasn't given time to address himself; the gorgeous vixen was already leading him back to her shrine where her sisters resided. The Herculean Adonis heeded the trail Satori took back to her home. Once they arrived at the pious soils, Satori's illusion diminished, and her mistune ears and tails sprang back into reality. This caused a simper to the King of King's regal expression. Thaddeus had let out an audible gasp as if this was his initial time witnessing falsehoods dissolving before his cosmic eyes. Three names were called out: Aya, Mizuki, and Sakura. Satori delivered Aya the produces taken from the village earlier before revealing to Thaddeus where he would be staying. Before entering the mistune's shrine, Thaddeus knew the customary procedure of excluding one's footwear. Thaddeus slipped his large, vascular feet from his leather sandals, setting them neatly aside at the entrance before following after Satori. Thaddeus stooped under the threshold but was able to stand without cowering his back once inside. It had not occurred to him that he was only wearing a modest tunic that dropped to his knees. The rest of him swelled the cloth with enormous muscles, essentially resembling overstated, but landed on an aesthetically charming appearance to the eyes. Under the roof of her reliquary, the golden circular glyphs that have been prominent on his unkissed surface were radiating gaily in the presence of supernatural creatures and blessed lands. Swinging his head from glancing inside their bathroom, Thaddeus regarded Satori as she asked what to call him, "Thaddeus, you may call me Thaddeus." the Lion King beamed down at her, his radiant eyes narrowing while a rushing wave of warmth encompassed her. "I've been in mistune shrines before, but alas, I must admit one truth to you, madam Satori," Thaddeus discoursed like verses on a page of sheet music. "I have been around the mistune-kind before, in other circumstances, in other realms and cosmos even, but this place, this whole cosmic actuality eludes me." Thaddeus regarded Satori's soft, adorable features with great care. He noticed in vast detail her black tresses, the fur that came from her pointed and erect fox ears. Her honey-gold eyes had not blinked while Satori gazed back at him. By default, mistune weren't prominent in their mortal forms, but even so, Satori barely came up to his upper thigh. "I haven't the faintest idea where I am within the celestial spheres. One moment I was tending to my rose gardens, I blink, and I am here," Thaddeus explained further as he gazed away, inspecting down the remainder of the hall. "My room, miss Satori?" Satori looked at him before nodding at what he said "Well, that explains your lack of surprise, but then you aren't exactly human yourself" she mused before listening to what he said next, her ears moved with one going down and her head tilting. "That is rather strange…" she said thinking for a bit before snapping out of her thoughts "Ah, right your room, this way" she showed him where one of the large rooms was, it wasn't too far from her own. Looking him over she gave a light hum before picking out a large futon. "Here we go, we've had a few larger guests like yourself before so we had this made" she said. He was rather tall she had to admit, she flicked her tails a bit behind her. "Hamm, I think you need something warmer as well." He really was only wearing some basic clothes so she vanished off for a moment, coming back with a large folded kimono "This should fit judging by your size" she said to him. "Also is there any food you don't eat? We're having hot pot tonight so I want to make sure your catered for as well during your stay here" she said to him. After getting a reply she let him know where she'd be and where he could go rest, with a storm coming they were still pretty busy. Once he was ready though he'd find the younger iTunes outside looking up at him with wide-eyes full of curiosity. But they grabbed the bottom of what he was wearing and led the way to the living room. Aya was sitting there helping to prepare everything "Have you settled in ok? Things are a little hectic since we were still preparing for winter that and with the storm coming we had to make sure everything was prepared." she was far calmer than her older sister who always seemed so fully of energy. She was dancing around the kitchen as she prepared everything for dinner, the sky was already starting to get dark and Aya had brought out a potash to keep them all warm in the chilly weather. It wasn't that much longer until the wind was picking up. "Looks like the storm is starting" chimed Satori coming through with everything. "Sakura, Mizuki, go get the other plates will you?" she asked her sisters as she placed the ones she had down. "Reminds me, I remembered something that might be similar to what you experienced Thaddeus" she said her attention turning to him after she placed the plates down, her young siblings running through and placing the other plates down before everything was cooked in the large pot in front of them. Satori making sure the youngest two had vegetables as well and not just meat." More recently there have been creatures that… they look like demons but don't smell like them coming from nowhere." she said her ears flicked. "Some are hostile, but some aren't. I've investigated it a few times as they pop up around the shrine grounds every so often. Sounds a bit like what happened to you in a sense. I can't tell what you are, but you don't smell like any of them either. I was going to ask Uncle INRI about it on his next visit since it's been increasing as of late." she said to him. She wondered if they were creatures from where he was from, if so then it'd certainly explain a lot. Satori communicated her evaluation of the circumstances, Thaddeus being a man out of his time, but then again, all time is relevant to him. The Lion King would be accurate to conclude that there will be a moment soon where Thaddeus and Satori could further review their singular natures about the Prim arch's transcendent significance of being there. "I'm not cold, but I won't renounce your suggestion," Thaddeus readily and thankfully received the Yucatán, a male variant of a kimono, from Satori. He measured it with reverence, his eyes able to calculate the fiber count in a mere fraction of an instant. There was also a definite softness to the material Thaddeus relished considerably. "I fancy any meal I find, madam Satori, but my biology doesn't require me to participate in the consumption of substances," Thaddeus haughtily proclaimed. "But, I do covet tuna origin rice balls." Thaddeus considerably cherished Satori's accommodation, and it was one of the more charming qualities she held about her person. Satori had occurred so keen on making certain the enormous guest was adequately taken care of, treating him almost as Thaddeus were her husband. Conceivably all male and female tenants received the identical approach, and if they do, they are indeed grateful to be favored by the mistune Satori. A collective of young lings, mistune pups, clustered about the male and clutched at the bottom of his Yucatán and escorted him into the shrine's living room. Once there, Thaddeus found Aya convening and assisting her other sister mistune prepare their hot pot. Thaddeus presented Aya with a conventional bow. "I have. Thank you for inquiring. Satori has accomplished an excellent role in making certain I am satisfied throughout my impromptu stay on your holy grounds." Satori brought the atlas to the consideration of the storm brewing outside. Thaddeus sensed the fluctuation in air pressure and felt the apprehensive emotion radiating from the mistune pups that remained near the atlas. Thaddeus admired the bearing of children and believed that he could receive a child through a mother's natural childbirth and not fabricate them from his own gene-seed. After dinner, Satori explained to Thaddeus the strange creatures appearing on their lands. Those sightings seemed familiar to her, Satori had stated. Perhaps this was probably tied into the Lion King's mysterious appearance in a new undiscovered realm. "When dos this uncle INRI of yours arrive? Perhaps his wisdom can aid me in investigating these strange creatures. If they are giving you trouble, then I shall look into the matter myself as a form of thank you for taking me into your home and allowing me to have dinner with all of you this evening." Thaddeus went on to reply to the gorgeous woman eating beside him. Satori hummed a bit after taking a bit, thinking on when her uncle would indeed arrive. "Let's see, I think he'll be here probably in a few days time if he doesn't end up busy after this storm" she said to him before tilting her head a bit "And it's no bother, we have guests quite often and most of those that appear aren't that troublesome to deal with. I'm not sure about the mistune you've seen, but such creatures aren't that much of a challenge for a nine-tail like myself. It just took a bit to figure out exactly how to deal with them" she said. "Satori, did you not keep the claws of one of them?" asked Aya calmly. The older fox pricked her ears up, "Ah that's right, I did. Thought they were interesting" she said before summoning one from her room. It was pitch black and hard as stone, it was also quite big. "That one was a scary one!" said Sakura puffing her cheeks out a little. "This came from one that appeared directly on these grounds, due to the nature of this place demons should not be able to appear here, not even powerful ones." explained Aya. "Yeah, and with a sacred tree that's almost a thousand-year-old. There wasn't a chance these things were demons" she said handing the atlas the claw for him to inspect, wondering if he perhaps knew what sort of beast it was from or if it even looked familiar." You mentioned you liked tuna origin, well tomorrow is the best day to get fish, the fresher, the better" she said with a smile on her pink lips. "We have Sochi after this, so no forgetting your vegetables" she said looking at the two kits who both looked at her before huffing and eating them as well. Satori giggled watching them and Aya smiled, the two older ones certainly did look after the younger two rather well. "They've also been appearing in the demon market as well, though only in the lands on the edge of the market" she said, despite having finished her job as a geisha there she did still get news from there, and they always made the most beautiful kimonos there so her and her sisters did like to visit at times. Once finished Aya and Satori cleaned up before bringing through the desert, with white Suzuki bean paste in the middle it had a creamer taste but still had a nice level of sweetness to it. "No star candy?" asked Sakura. Satori flicked her ears "That is saved for special occasions, and you know it is" she said to her youngest sister. She flicked her tails before remembering something, "If you have a bath or anything them just let one of us know, we'll need to set it up since it uses our fox fire to keep the water warm" she said to him, "Anyway do you know what sort of creature that claw came from by any chance?" she asked him. Thaddeus enthusiastically received the stone-hard claw that Satori had produced using her mistune magic. The mountain of mighty muscle measured it in his grip while considering its sensibilities. Carefully and deliberately, the Lion King lapped his tongue around the claw's edges and arched surfaces. There was an interpretation on the tip of his tongue, but he desired to investigate the black claw more intimately. "He's going to eat it!" shouted one of the mistune pups in great repugnance. "That's disgusting, mister! You'll get sick and die!" Thaddeus placed the claw down on the table, sitting cross-legged with the others. He chuckled loudly, a humbled giant enjoying the attention and caring nature of the mistune child. "Worry not, young ling, I won't get ill, and I won't expire," Thaddeus explained softly with words of warmth. "My kind can do this with no consequence. I can tell you exactly everything you need to know about this claw and what it belonged to just by tasting it." Thaddeus revealed to those listening at the table but primarily spoke to Satori. "No way!" exclaimed the same pup, dropping a mouthful of food from their mouth and back in their bowl in a comical manner. "Ah, yes, tuna origin is my favorite rice ball," Thaddeus admitted and was delighted that Satori would be able to make fresh tuna ones tomorrow. Satori once explained the sightings of these non-demonic creatures appearing in a particular demon market, making more sense to him. She then spoke with Sakura about their star candy and how it was for only special occasions. Thaddeus once more retreated into his thoughts and pondered at that moment before Satori captured his attention once more. "I would enjoy a lovely hot bath," Thaddeus warmly requested, not that he was required to bathe at all. His cosmic abilities didn't allow him to be soiled or dirty in any way natural. "Yes, I do know what this claw belongs to," Thaddeus was at last ready to reveal his findings after having licked the claw for a moment. "It belongs to a Kobold. The kobolds' birth rate is nobler than any other humanoid race as egg-laying creations. They mature quickly and can exist to be "great worms" more than a century old. Despite the copious quantities of their young, many kobolds perish before they reach the end of their first decade. Physically ineffective, they are easy prey for competent predators in the dark and dangerous realms where they reside. This vulnerability underlies their cowardice and forces them to band together. Their superior numbers can influence battles against stalwart adversaries, but often with extensive casualties on the kobold side." "Kobolds make up for their physical ineptitude with cleverness for trap making and tunneling. Kobold's lairs consist of low tunnels that move quickly, making it difficult for more giant humanoids to maneuver. Rather than face the claws, teeth, and blades of their enemies head-on, kobolds riddle their lairs with rock falls, nets, concealed pits, and other traps designed to eliminate or ensnare their foes before they get close. These lairs are efficient and orderly places with strict rules over the weak, whether by competence or cruelty." Thaddeus only hesitated when he overheard the moaning gust of the turmoil finally arrive. "Kobolds populate dragons' lairs when they can but more regularly infest dungeons, accumulating treasures and trinkets to add to their own tiny hoards. This should explain why they are near the demon market and your holy shrine." Spoiler: Kobold {"light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. 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My Katina and some priestess bells is all since this isn't a very old shrine, or rather it wasn't in use for quite some time" she said, after they'd had their desserts having at least gotten him to try some, she went to the bathroom with him. "I would normally offer use of the hot spring but since it's outside, probably not ideal to go out in a storm for a bath" she giggled looking up at him before lighting a small fire in her palm. It gradually grew before she placed it under what looked like a hidden little hearth to the side of the large stone tub. It was huge, but then she had mentioned previously they'd had rather large guests before so clearly they made sure they could be accommodated that, and it meant her and her sisters could often have family baths together easily. "There we go, just give it a few minutes to heat the water up, works far faster with our fox fire than regular fire" she mused." So, I thought I'd asked something while away from my sisters, my thoughts are if those weaker creatures are coming through then it's only a matter of time before hostile creatures more powerful appear correct?" she asked him, for once there was a seriousness to her. Satori was the oldest, as such to her, it was her duty to protect her sisters, her family, from harm. It's why she was the one who welded the Katina, why she'd often go and hunt these strange creatures down, she would not let them come to any harm if she could help it. "Also, I would quite like to hear about where you came from. We've had a few other non-hostiles stay that supposedly came from the same place but… they quickly left a bit panicked and one or two were less savory towards my sister Aya and myself so they were chased out promptly" she said. But none of them had given off the same sort of feelings as him. "But, you certainly are the most handsome one, shame you're so tall, or I'd have stolen a few kisses by now" she said with a giggle soon falling from her lips again, her tails swished lightly behind her. "I'll go get you some things you'll need for your bath, feel free to get comfortable" she said before going to get what was needed for him, after informing him to rinse himself off first before soaking in the large tub. Whether he'd changed or not she came back in after knocking with some basic toiletries for him, a large towel and a change of clothes. "Just give a shout if you need anything" she chimed. "They can be outrageously irritating creatures but effortless to dispose of, at least with the level of civilization I hail from," the Lion King illustrated with a toss of his hand, symbolizing it was manageable to be freed of the kobold. "I would make sure to conceal those objects; they exercise stealing any fashions of trinkets." After savoring his portion of their traditional delicacies and relishing each one of them, Satori escorted the War master to their bathroom. The mistune gentlewoman revealed how they would typically extend the use of their hot spring, but the gale outside the protective walls of their shrine was gradually growing graver by the moment. Thaddeus, who would indicate if he preferred to, wouldn't object to bathing amid the storm, but Thaddeus would satisfy Satori and use whatever convenience she employed for their more prominent tenants. Thaddeus watched how Satori summoned a sphere of fire in the palm of her hand. The dancing blaze thrashed between the two, emitting its fiery radiance across the obscurer areas of the bathroom. The two being united solely was humorous with the utter size variation. Thaddeus would have to swat inquisitive mistune women off of him in other domains, where other mistune roam since they were sincerely curious and full of witticisms. "Mistune flame is always hotter than your most basic spark," Thaddeus had agreed with Satori. Before Thaddeus had an opportunity to disrobe, Satori begot added inquiries for the Lion King to acknowledge. He embraced them with a specific judgment that Satori possibly has never left her own world's borders behind before. Satori's mood had grown more severe than before, the titters were withdrawn from her resonance, and insight of ominous solemnity displaced it. "There will always be that possibility, Satori. That is why I am urgent in finding this opening to your world," Thaddeus reached out and kept her head from dipping by placing a bent finger under her chin. "You may ask me all the questions you want. I cannot lie; I am unable to." Satori's lavish compliment had not transpired unheard. Her words caused a radiant smile to his face, and he couldn't resist returning the winsome pose. "I have to admit, Samuel, you are most appealing, and undoubtedly you will believe I have stated this to countless women before. Truthfully, I have, and with each one, I complimented I evermore meant it, and my stature didn't stay the other mistune from snatching kisses." The female's giggles brought warmth to the titan's core. It befell from her succulent edges like sugared molasses but raced so quickly and not slowly up to the Prim arch's ears. The mistune's snickers were drawing him away from the defenses Thaddeus exercised, and he could not help but sense the vigorous urge to exhibit his bulk utterly nude for her on the scene. But alas, Thaddeus sensed that Satori wasn't one to be wholly impressed by looks alone, let alone impressed by the king-cock that throbbed under his Yucatán. This entire time, the Lion King had been smelling the flowing scents of the female kind that originated from Satori. Her flirtatious essence, beast pheromones, and humanoid pheromones were doing a number on the sensual urges that Thaddeus kept at bay. After soaking and experiencing the water's heated to a boiling point by the mistune flame, Satori arrived, rapping in the bathroom door. "Come in, and aid me in toweling off?" Thaddeus beckoned to her from behind the shuttered door. Thaddeus was indeed correct, Satori was far from impressed with just appearances, she'd heard thousands of comments about her own appearance from handsome men of many races eager to try and charm their way under her kimono, although none had succeeded. She was quite the stubborn vixen with high standards, much preferring someone who'd compliment her skills than her appearance and someone who she could see herself spending her life with. She walked in and raised a delicate eyebrow to what he asked but simply smiled not minding. "Well, you're going to have to lean down if you want my help" she said to him. She wasn't that phased seeing him completely naked, some guests she had entertained while being a geisha often got too drunk and stripped down in front of her and others without a second thought, flexing non-existent muscles, in an effort to impress them. Once she was able to she started drying his hair, humming a little as she did but just as she stopped, a slightly cheeky smile appeared on her lips before she kissed his nose, a little playful tease. "I'll save the lips for another time Thaddeus" his name rolling lightly off her tongue, putting that slight emphasis on it. That same cheerful laugh falling from her pink lips before helping him dry off. "Well, I'll leave you to change, I have two sleepy kits to put to bed" she said to him. Sure enough, she was soon carrying a very sleepy Mizuki to bed, with Aya carrying Sakura to hers. She then got ready for bed herself as she made a mental note about getting to the fish market early, that was always when you got the best fish. "Hamm, I hope they have some good fish, salmon would be nice for some sashimi and squid." she muttered to herself as she headed to her room, unbraiding the ribbons from her hair and changing into her sleeping clothes. The next morning she was up early, Aya having agreed to make breakfast while she headed to the market to get some fish. As she came back the vixen looked rather pleased having gotten what she wanted and more. With tune, octopus, squid, salmon and some cod she was rather happy. "Might make sukiyaki for a snack later on" she smiled a little as she put everything away. After breakfast, it was checking the damage, it was then he'd get to see her one of her more feral form, a small white and brown marbled fox with nine plush tails behind her and the same, almost glowing, amber eyes inspecting the roof carefully for any issues. Aya checked the sacred tree and the kits checked the KOI pond. Luckily there was only minimal damage, after which Satori located Thaddeus. "Want to go and see one of the areas they appear?" she asked him. "It's not that far from the shrine and since there isn't any serious damage repairs will be quick once we get what's needed." she said to him. The sun-kissed atlas lingered in the bath a minute longer before rising and wading out of the waters with a towel to conceal his swinging elephant trunk-like member and his sack. Instead of being completely nude, Thaddeus elected to solely permit his brawny posterior to be exposed for Satori's observing enjoyment. The glorious annular glyphs that shined with splendor were also on his rear's cheeks. Thaddeus possessed a mountainous architecture of incredible fiber enveloped by soft, vascular skin. Thaddeus had humility and methods to retain the curious mind curiously. "Please, Samuel," Thaddeus answered from on high and deliberately stooped down onto one knee and yielded his head so that his damp tresses of sunshine could be dim like the sunsetting. "I suspect I'm not being forward by being this bared in front of such a noblewoman like yourself." Satori's nose kiss made the Lion King shuffle. It was low warmth, non-threatening vocalization of being gratified. Thaddeus shuffled instead of forcing a kiss onto her when she had not given her consent to do so. Then, the tease Satori made towards Thaddeus produced a quiet chortle from the bent colossus. "Perhaps we can skip the now and cross into the latter?" the War master tantalized in return, just as jaunty as Satori was towards Thaddeus. After everyone had seemingly left to dream for the evening, Thaddeus endured awake. The Prim arch claimed no sleep whatsoever, not that he required it. Thaddeus sat cross-legged in a kind of insensibility in his bedchamber and hearkened to the moaning gales until daybreak, where they were quelled at the appearance of the rising Sun. This enabled him to meditate sincerely into the interest of metaphysical creations exhibiting themselves in mistune's realm. The morning had at long last come. For Thaddeus, it was in the blink of an eye. He rejoined his recently gained mistune comrades for their breakfast spreads. Once again, Thaddeus did not require consuming any of the meals but ate only to satisfy Satori and appreciate the laborious obligation she and her sisters put into preparing such engaging cuisines. After breakfast, Thaddeus helped clear the table of any remaining plates and cutlery from the caudal or short-legged table. Then, Thaddeus joined the rest outside to inspect the damages. Satori reappeared in her nine-tailed form, such a beautiful fox she was, Thaddeus would come to admit to himself. Thaddeus fondly remembers the teachings of Queen Oracle about her race. Satori possessed nine tails stated that she was much older and more potent than she appeared. Thaddeus followed Satori around the shrine and inspected their roof for any damages. From its looks, the storm only caused some minor rough ups to the Hilda or bark. After checking, she would discover Thaddeus following her from the ground below. "Yes, please do show me. I perhaps can seal it," Thaddeus responded with a warm smile. "Also, your tails indicate you're well over a century-year-old; just how old are you then?" Thaddeus was positively inquisitive about Satori's span and sincerely aspired only to get to know her better since she had urged him inquiries the night before. She giggled at what he said, "Trust me, I've seen much less pleasant men disrobe in an effort to tempt a woman" she laughed at the memories that surfaced, some were indeed rather funny. But the man before her wasn't one she particularly minded being naked, although she was a little curious about the markings on his body as well as being very tempted to reach out and trace some of them. The next morning ass she checked the roof she was glad to see there was only minimal damage and after mentioning the area where the creatures often appeared she stretched and looked to him as he asked about her age. A smile on her lips. "A few centuries or so~" she chimed, "I'll just grab my Katina to be safe" she said, heading inside and grabbing her Katina before returning to meet him outside. "Well, let's get going it isn't too far from here" she said motioning for him to follow her. It was only a short walk away, 20 minutes at most from the shrine and once there her ears were pricked up alert, her tails swishing a little. "Doesn't look like it's here, or I can't see it. It's like a door that vanishes unless something is coming out of it" she said, her ears going back a little in frustration. "Anyway this is where that Kobold was" she said to him. She still was a little confused as to why they appeared and disappeared, "It might appear later though, as I mentioned before they do seem to appear more often when it's dark" She flicked her tails before freezing on the spot, her ears pricked up again and her hand rested on the Katina at her hip. It wasn't long until that 'crack' appeared, another Kobold coming out. It soon turned towards Satori, the Katina was also a treasure after all, but it was soon sliced in half by the holy blade. "Shame the meat tastes so bad, it's really quite a waste" she frowned poking at it. "But as you can see, there's the 'crack' that appears, it'll disappear shortly, so if you want to seal it best time is now. Thaddeus chuckled at what Satori unveiled about her how aged she is explicit. It was an answer that didn't tell the exact age, but Thaddeus knew better than to pry and trespass into one's affair concerning their age. Thaddeus minded not if Satori was antiquated. Her inquisitive temperament kept her enthusiastic, making the Lion King sense a bit of that youthfulness. Trekking forthwith through the woodlands encompassing the mistune shrine, Thaddeus appended Satori on their crusade to find a split amid her realm and another. Satori's comment on how it typically arrives at twilight had no undertaking to him. Thaddeus understood how most tears or cracks in the fabric of Creation operate, but he wasn't about to tutor her or feign she didn't understand herself. This was the Lion King perceiving Satori as a rational equivalent. At last, the twosome arrived at the area where Satori had discovered the break among her world and another or possibly more than two. Thaddeus took a few glances at the earth in front of them. There were obvious signs of tear-glassing. It was an Imperial term for portal radiation caused when opened to allow the matter to pass through. It burns or glasses what is underneath. "It's about to open," Thaddeus sensed the gate's emergence before Satori moved into her battle stance. The sizzle of earth turning to molten glass popped and fizzled in the air as the jagged wound continued to open. As predicted by Satori, a Kobold stepped forth from the tear, but its life was cut short by Satori's impressive blade. Satori's form made the Lion King grin before stepping towards the dying creature as it bled and struggled to keep its bleeding glands inside its severed torso. "You handle that Katina rather well," Thaddeus smirked. "Wonder what other swords you can handle." Thaddeus glanced at the humming tear before immediately putting himself between Satori and the gate. The Lion King sensed something more severe happening, and he wasn't sure that the mistune was prepared for it. "Keep back!" Thaddeus thundered with a voice like a storm. "Something else is emerging; the tear is growing!" Just like Thaddeus had stated, the tear was wrested apart by the emergence of ironclad Kobold, an undivided mob of them. Totaling well over twenty before the tear had grown tall enough for something else to rise. The odor of sulfur and pumice surrounds Satori and Thaddeus. Then, developing from the cosmic void at the gate, a beaked snout appears, venting smoke and flame. The head fully emerged with swept-back horns and spinal frill define its silhouette. Its eyes danced with rage and were lit by its own dragon fire. It was massive, more so, more massive than Thaddeus, but thankfully too large to even escape the tear made. "Good, an adult Red Dragon, but not the answer to why the tear even opens," Thaddeus gazed upwards at the near sky scraping dragon. "Treasure! I want the treasure! Why haven't you raided the demon markets yet!" boomed the Red Dragon, but then, with a single inward breath, the Red Dragon understood why? "Ah, something far more ancient than I exist here? A tiny man who smells like sunshine? Why aren't you glowing, little man?" the Red Dragon was speaking to Thaddeus. "Who are you hiding behind you? Come around or die like a coward!" Spoiler: Adult Red Dragon ​ She raised an eyebrow at him, "Unfortunately I've only learned the Katina, but this one is a bit special and picky on its owner" she smirked before returning her blade to its sheath. It was then she heard his booming voice suddenly grow alert, her ears pinned in an instant as she too picked up something else was happening, she watched as the tear grew bigger and bigger until more Kobold or rather Armour-clad kobold appeared, causing her to draw her blade again, a snarl erupting from her throat. She wasn't some princess that needed a warrior to protect her, she was a warrior herself. "Well, least we know why these things keep getting sent, searching for treasure" she said before she flicked her ears hearing it, a slight twitch as she was called a coward. She was far from a coward, but she also knew it was first a better idea to figure out how to deal with this sort of creature first. "So, want me to take out the minions, and you want the dragon?" she asked him. She wasn't silly, she could pick up that the man in front of her probably had more power than she did, especially after he mentioned 'sealing' the crack." Also, how exactly do you deal with such things and for the record, I'm not some princess that needs protecting" she giggled and gave him a cheeky wink. "I'd also rather deal with it before it gets too close to the shrine." she said. Her attention turning to an armored Kobold that crept past, flipping her blade and stabbing it right through a crack she spotted in the 'armor' causing it to die rather dramatically. Her ears pinned back. "These are screamers aren't they?" she said before looking at Thaddeus, "Well let's get started, best deal with these sorts of things quickly, and then we can check out whether you can indeed seal that crack, it'd be quite the relief for it to be sealed as it's the closest one to the shrine." she said to him. Once they'd reached a quick agreement she started with the armored-Kobolds, they were a bit tougher, but they weren't too difficult for her to deal with. But finding a weak spot on these certainly was tougher. "I admire your conviction on not requiring security, but I will not give something destructive the chance to harm someone," Thaddeus responded to Satori's comment without a glance. "And on the subject of dealing with circumstances like these, we use our intellect before we use our endowments." That bequeathed Thaddeus with dealing with the Red Dragon, who had yet to acquaint itself to them, let alone with the Lion King. Their overcoming method was now set in motion when Satori managed the armored kobolds with her fabled Katina and mistune prowess. The Lion King endured beneath the umbra of the mountainous fire-breathing dragon with a developing smirk on his comely lips. "Would you do me the honor of giving me your name, dragon?" Thaddeus asked with a thundering and reverberating voice of power. The Red Dragon growled with enough force to quake the earth beneath its massive clawed two front feet. It shook its head side to side before lowering it down to be level with the King of Kings. Its snout exhaled a jet of blue flame that bathed the Son of Sun with dragon fire, but Thaddeus was untouched. "I am Anymore, The Jealous One." "I am Thaddeus Germanicus, and I'll give this one chance to retreat and never return," Thaddeus extended his compact while Satori administered death to the other spawn masterfully. "Never," gnarled Anymore before sweeping outwards with a vicious claw. Thaddeus bolstered himself and elevated an arm to shield himself as the hook gained a connection with him. A thunderclap resounded upon collision, producing a broad trench in the earth on the other side of Thaddeus and stretched on for many meters until it struck the treeline and eradicated whatever was caught in the pathway of Anymore's destruction. Thaddeus retorted his own strike as the skyward tossed dirt descended from the attack. The Lion King left into the sky and brought down against Anymore an earth-shattering hammer strike to the dragon's horned summit in a singular bound. The blow to Anymore's head hurled it, smashing into the earth with a booming blast. Enormous crevices webbed away from the impact site as Thaddeus reached back up once more. His blow had made a fraction of the kobold spawn be sent flying end over end away from the encounter while Satori was maintaining her slaying brawl. "I am presenting you an opportunity to yield and continue breathing, Anymore," Thaddeus implored, preserving his confident composure the same as before the conflict began. "You don't remember, do you, Thaddeus? Without you, these cracks wouldn't be feasible. Without your blunder, I wouldn't have so many fortunes to cache! You can't possibly demand me to just discontinue my ventures into other realms to demand their wealth, do you?" Anymore countered, swinging his damaged head from side to side, and suddenly grunted a jet of flame out into the air above him. "What error? I know not what you speak of, dragon," Thaddeus held a fighting stance, preparing to spar again with the mighty Red Dragon. "You absolutely do not recollect, do you?" Naylor answered. "You don't recognize what you did. You fractured The Zero Point, King of King's; you brought down the Universe to a single knee. You caused these Rifts to happen." Thaddeus was admittedly bewildered by what Naylor had to say, stunned sufficient that Thaddeus was dragged across the terrain by the dragon's formidable claw and hauled against the earth, producing an extraordinary channel of devastation behind it. Thaddeus was then propelled hurtling through the sky at a velocity so swift that the Lion King's mass made a sonic clap after splitting the sound barrier. Where the War master ended up landing, was remote, but it wasn't a second too soon that the Lion King was returning and witnessed soaring through the heavens overhead and flying with an extended fist trained right for Naylor, The Jealous One. Everything seemed to pause for a moment as she flicked her ears and looked towards where the large thunderclap came from only to see Thaddeus landing a strike against the red dragon. Quickly shaking off those few seconds she had to finish up getting the minions a few had gotten further away than she'd have liked so she quickly went after them, it took her a little while to catch the stragglers but soon enough they were done. She darted back, ready to help Thaddeus with the dragon only to see a large crevice where the dragon was and gave a small whistle. That was quite the impact. She pricked her ears up listening to the conversation before spotting another few Kobolds that had come out of hiding and quickly finished them off as well. But when Thaddeus was dragged and then hurled into the sky she flicked her ears and frowned, well he was going to be hard to find wasn't he? She frowned but soon enough he was back and aiming right for the dragon with his fist. Needless to say it was quite the sight to see, however, her ears flicked once more, something else was crawling through. More of those Kobolds, she was quick to end them before shouting to Thaddeus, "Want me to give you a hand?" she asked, her tails flickering and her amber eyes almost like molten gold as she looked up to where they were. They weren't the only ones who could fly, only catch was that hers was only in her larger form, transforming into a larger fox form, the same marbled fur as her smaller one only her claws were bigger, and she was almost as tall as Thaddeus now if not a little bit taller. She wanted to try something out, dragons were tough creatures, but it was still a dragon, albeit a different kind. She started to wonder if it had the same weaknesses. As such once there she was quick to share her theory, a spot right between its wings and there was also a spot between its chin and neck. "It's a different type of dragon but think those spots would work on this one?" she asked, her ears and tails flicked, but even in this form the blade had adjusted and lay on her right shoulder, it's hilt within reach of her large maw as she waited for his response. Thaddeus returned a calamity upon Anymore's snout with an added thunderclap blow, and the sound of shattering dragon's jaw split the air. He descended upon his feet next to a recently transformed Satori, her enormous fox form dazzled the Lion King for a second, but his sights were locked on the massively wounded Red Dragon. Anymore's lower jawbone was dangling, his tongue lashing from behind the monsoon of carnage as he attempted to converse. "He's almost defeated, but I require more explanations," Thaddeus claimed to Satori before returning his gaze towards the fox enduring alongside him. "I am to blame for these rifts, according to him." "You are to condemn, Thaddeus," Anymore answered with a scarcely hanging jaw. "You have sprung a multiverse conflict among all the realms of the Universe, King of King's." Blood and molten dragon blaze emptied more onto the earth below, swamping and wasting any Kobold appearing from the Red Dragon's fracture. "What would your Father have to declare?" "Enough perjury, Jealous One!" Thaddeus shifted his posture as he ripped his gaze from Satori and replaced her with Anymore's declining stare. "You know this to be valid, Son of Sun, for if I lie in your attendance, I should be transformed to marble," the gurgling dragon laughed with a bloody, wet noise. "How do you know about my Commandment of Truth?" Thaddeus was bewildered somewhat, but his regal features divulged him not. "Dragons hoard things other than wealth, Thaddeus," "Satori, go for the head..." Satori's ears twitched as he spoke, showing she was indeed listening even if her focus was on the dragon. Although after listening to the dragon she too would require some explanations once this fight was over, her tails flicked behind her lightly. Oh, he was going to have quite a bit to explain once they were done here. But she'd rather hear it from Thaddeus than some angry dragon. At being told to go for the head she was quick to do so, powerful jaws going for the weakness she'd been told about and once she was sure the dragon was dead she gave a final 'crunch' before turning and looking at him. "I think we need a quick talk before heading back Thaddeus" she said to him. She had to make sure he really wasn't dangerous now, needless to say their last experience with someone considered royalty had not gone well, and she'd had to chase them out. Once back on the ground she returned to her humanoid form, her arms crossed over her chest as she looked to him. "So, from what I learned, you're essentially some sort of god or royalty, something you did in the past could've caused these to appear which is a case of we all make mistakes long as they can be fixed, and commandment of truth?" she was watching him carefully, assessing him from what she knew of his actions and what she was going to learn of him. It was true he hadn't tried to hide anything, she'd not asked but, she had to make sure her family were safe, she could not lose them not when they'd already lost their parents. She waited for him to answer her, and she wasn't going to budge. Who was this person who'd appeared from nowhere, who had given her that sense of security when she met him, made her feel calm. Something about that still bugged her a little, but he still did not appear to be a bad person, he appeared kind and reminded her somewhat of those big cats she'd heard about from the travels of one of her 'older sisters'. She gave a short sigh, "Let me make this thing clear though, royalty or not, god or not you try anything that'll hurt my family, and I'll make you regret it, I couldn't care less for grand titles and such. But that also means you should not expect me to bow my head or look the other way should you try something" she said. Some had seen mistune as perfect concubines, some exotic yet not all at once, Satori was indeed sought after but her slight tomboyish nature and the fact she did not hesitate to bare her teeth and claw at anyone regardless wasn't something many could handle. Her sister Aya who'd come of age though was more docile than her feisty sister and as such many had come seeking her, as such it was Satori's job, in a sense, to protect her. Thaddeus observed the Red Dragon's limp body plunging to the earth like a rumbling landslide. The rift to the Red Dragon's glory trove was sealed, and the dragon was divided in half by the gate, leaving behind one half of Anymore. As he approached the quiet winged beast, the Lion King had no ill sentiments. He investigated the cartelized wound from the gate closing after Anymore's demise by Satori's legendary Katina blade. Satori ought to learn the actuality. It was time that she heard it. There was no better time than the present, believed Thaddeus as he persisted in analyzing the dragon further. He maneuvered his hands across the red scales with sympathy and regard and then beamed warmly before diverting his glance towards the stunning mistune. Thaddeus's eyes were a pair of never fluttering orbs. His left was a molten light, swirling around the iris as if it were a black hole with a spectacular disc of gold. His right was that of a blood-ruby glow that twinkled brightly back at Satori. "I wouldn't anoint it godhood or royalty," Thaddeus snickered sensually. "It's more of a cosmic burden than anything else." the atlas confessed before turning his head away from her and back at the dense, red dragon scales before him. Thaddeus unhurriedly and carefully set his left hand upon the blood-stained scales of Anymore. Pulsating glyphs upon his spread digits were shimmering brighter than before, with a too luminous glare for anyone's unprotected eyes to witness. Within a minute, the whole halved piece of Anymore was glowing brightly, brighter than the sun above, but for only a moment. That same light-filled the dragon's veins and flooded its entire portion with the cosmic energy of Thaddeus's own making. "I cannot recollect what I have done in my past, and since I haven't turned to stone, then I must not be lying. That is how my Commandment of Truth functions," Thaddeus clarified while the soundless activity before resumed to their second occurrence. The deceased dragon's form was converted from its beastly physique to a globe of molten elements it was constituted of. This orb of pure vitality was being handled and composed by the fingertips of the Lion King. The giant was reshaping the configurations of the dragon into a suit of armor for Satori. Back and forth did Thaddeus move his hands as if he was tangling the air into strands, but he was, in fact, scrambling the particles of the dragon that once was, and then abruptly, as if materializing from the air itself, fragments of Satori's crimson and gold armor began to surface around her, constructing rings of armor parts and her battle helm looming over her head. It was finely forged and greatly ornate with dragon heads designed to sit on her shoulders like cauldrons, and a piece at her chest, accenting her bust. "I'm not god, but something greater than one," Thaddeus admitted before snapping his fingers and compelling her newly forged armor to neatly tuck itself into stacks and be held together tightly by the dragon-fiber rope ties. Spoiler: Dragon Armor ​ She listened to him intently, her ears twitched every so often, indicating she was listening to him, as he mentioned not remembering anything he'd done previously she hummed a bit. "That's unusual, I thought you'd have some memories like the others, or at least they had basic ones none mentioned memory loss" she said, which made her wonder, did they even know they'd lost their memories? Although it wasn't long until her gaze turned to the armor he'd made for her, raising an eyebrow at him, "Bribery doesn't work you know but thank you, this will certainly come in handy for more difficult fights." she said, she'd need to get a better look at it later on, removing the helm before she ruffled her hair thinking. "We best head back, I want to make sure nothing slipped past and got to the shrine. I'll need to ask Aya about maybe altering the barrier, maybe some scales might help, see if that can make it possible to deter them. Or maybe there's something they don't like that might keep them away from the shrine. See, if the shrine is kept safe, if something happens to the village down there we can at least offer them housing and food here while they rebuild." she said. The shrine really was important, it was more than just a sacred place for prayers, it was a lifeline, a shelter, somewhere that those who needed it could rest and be safe. It was why Satori and her sisters took so much care of the place, because they knew how important it was to keep this shrine in the best possible conditions. Once she'd gathered a few pieces from the monsters she headed back with him, she did carefully remove the armor set since she was home and then spoke to Aya. The other vixen looked at the bits of monster and seemed to be thinking deeply. "Ah, that's right, I said we'd have tuna origin today. Would you like to try some sashimi as well?" she asked him, it was around time for lunch at this point, so something like some rice balls and fish wasn't out of the ordinary." the two kits eagerly voiced their enthusiastic answer of 'Yes please!', she giggled and then got to work in the kitchen, it wasn't either long until the warm smell of freshly cooked rice wafted through the air. Satori was humming away as she prepared the rice balls for them all, with everyone getting some plum, tuna and salt ones before cutting the fish finely for sashimi and putting that on a warm bowl of rice for them all. She was quite hungry after the earlier fight and with the youngest two growing they needed a good helping too. Soon enough it was all set out to be eaten. "You should try the sashimi, the tuna is perfect when cut up nicely" she said to Thaddeus. How he was treated hadn't changed at all, she was sure he wouldn't bring them any harm so he was allowed back. However, he'd probably end up finding that he'd be asked to help out with things at times, "Thaddeus, I would like to ask, do these creatures have an element of sort?" asked Aya. "Many in this world do, for example us sisters are mistune so we all have the element of fire." she said to him. Thaddeus journeyed back to the mistune shrine and pursued Satori with a weighted mind. The earlier conflict had vacated the Lion King with more queries than solutions, which didn't sit well with the marching War master. How Anymore learned more about the atlas's history than Thaddeus had started to upset the King of Kings, compelling him further to seek out the verity. Thaddeus regarded a sense of urgency to alleviate his reputation of any potential wrongdoings, but more significantly, the Lion King must locate himself within the universe. Then, in a sudden realization, Thaddeus had evidently failed his capability to locate just precisely where he was in any known macrocosm he presently inhabited. The War master's crimson stare glanced from one object to another as Satori and Thaddeus grew closer to her shrine, but it was Satori who anchored the giant within his reflecting. "Origin, indeed," Thaddeus responded flatly with a nearly expressionless face. Unmistakably, something was disturbing him since Satori and Thaddeus were fighting against the kobold and Anymore. Thaddeus sat at the same spot the previous night, gladly eating each tuna and sashimi rice ball laid out for him and the others. The food had been prepared and set upon the table for everyone to eat. Thaddeus made sure there was enough for everyone else. He had only eaten four of the rice balls earned. "Thaddeus, I would like to ask. Do these creatures have an element of some sort?" Aya had questioned the Lion King. "Many in this world do. For example, we sisters are Mistune, so we all have the element of fire." "Only the elemental Intune can access the properties of the elements. Those varmints, especially the kobold, do not, but we faced their leader. It was a kind of Red Dragon, enormous in measure, more so than myself. He controlled the element of fire, but your sister made quick work of him and slew him." Aya giggled a bit, "I think it's fair to say it was a joint effort" said Satori flickering her tails before taking a bite out of one of the rice balls she'd picked up quite happily. "I made extra so don't worry and enjoy them" she said to Thaddeus, it was only once all the food was gone and the kits were outside playing while Aya watched that she spoke up. Looking up to the giant she flicked her tails "So, what's bothering you? I might not have known you long, but I can tell when someone is bothered by something" she paused a bit, "Share you're worries, and you never know might be something I can help with, two heads are better than one in most cases" a smile on her pink lips as she waited for him to answer her. "Reminds me, our uncle should be arriving tomorrow morning so you'll get to ask him what you wanted, just… some consider him a little eccentric at times" said Satori. It was another reason she'd gone to the fish market, had to make sure she had plenty of good food for their uncle. Although he was a distant uncle, he still treated them as if they were normal nieces and liked to spoil them on occasion despite their status compared to his. The rest of the day passed quickly, with the foxes all making sure the shrine was especially clean for their visitor the next day. Satori was even making some late night snacks as sometimes he liked to arrive while they were all sleeping, turned out she was right as while the vixens slept another presence appeared on the shrine grounds. The god INRI or as the four sisters knew him as 'Uncle INRI'. Dressed in a Grande kimono with ten white tails flickering behind him and a pair of white ears in his silver hair he walked into the shrine, chuckling as he spotted the rice balls left for him by the oldest of them. "I really should visit more often, now then… I wonder who that strange guest is" he could feel Thaddeus' presence as easily as breathing when on these grounds. After all, this was a shrine for him, the god of rice among many other things. By the time morning came he had made himself some tea and was sitting waiting for everyone only to be tackled by the youngest two and then greeted by the older pair while Aya and Satori vanished into the kitchen to make breakfast, his gaze looked to Thaddeus. "Now then, care to tell me what you are doing here. You're not a god… no but something perhaps similar in nature. That and from the looks of it you have questions so ask away" Thaddeus was most grateful for Satori's openhanded offerings in partaking of the prepared origin. It was her altruism that warmed the giant's heart of hearts. It carried forth from within his zeal and striking dawning in the form of flushing cheeks and a smile that could light up a whole chamber. Thaddeus couldn't reject it no longer; he was growing feelings for the mistune priestess, a process that was hastened by conflict and joint causalities. That same benevolence Satori conveyed earlier had numerous branches, it appeared, each of them growing outwards, just like the tree branches and leaves of a tree basking in the warmth of sunlight. Thaddeus regarded her affinity grazing his soul like the passing stroke of a lover's tender hand, a sensation willingly abode by the radical spirit and open mindedness of the Lion King. "Normally," Thaddeus started before respiring profoundly and sighing longingly. "I cannot locate my position in Creation. From that, I cannot go back to my initial state of being. In all sense and purposes, I am misplaced, and my scions cannot begin to fathom my location to recover me." Thaddeus then chortled as he glanced at Satori with a head tilted peek. "Not like they need to rescue me; you already technically did that." Thaddeus reached out with a sincere, vascular hand, a hand large enough to envelop her entire head. "Thank you for that." The minutes and then hours departed like sand in the breeze. For Thaddeus, he had already encountered the future, but he willingly forgets and permits the cognitive echoes to steer him each time. The god INRI wasn't the only one who discerned the pressure and awareness of the other; Thaddeus had sensed the same of INRI, the god of rice. The morning had arrived once more at the shrine of INRI, to which Thaddeus recalled from the echo he experienced upon the first glancing Sundays of the morning. Thaddeus appeared in the kitchen as before, ambling to his seat with a peaceful grace of a humble lion. Thaddeus took the same seat as he did a few times before, but this time, it was beside the god of rice himself. "I am purpose, I am revelation," Thaddeus answered, his words streaming from his mouth like poetry, almost as if Thaddeus was a father to this god. "Now, tell me, INRI, why would rice require a god? Who fashioned you? Do you have an architect, or are you composed by the beliefs of those who ingest rice?" Thaddeus drank from his cup, letting the hot tea trickle down his throat and into his belly. He kept his crimson gaze at the male, seeing the strings that make up INRI, much like regarding the thread count of a sweater or blanket under a microscope. A piercing amber gaze from the god met Thaddeus' red eyes, "Hamm, not quite that simple, I'm a god of many things, but originally I was just the god of rice, a staple in this country, or rather I'm the protector of rice cultivation, there's also prosperity, fertility and many other things I am associated with us for my origins I cannot say I remember as I have been around for quite some time now" he said sipping his own tea "If you two are done staring down at each other…" said Satori butting in as she watched them both before sitting down to join them. "Have you seen any of those creatures I asked you about recently?" she asked him. He gave a soft sigh and nodded, "Yes, they've been popping up in a variety of places, many from rips like you said. My worry is that strong being will no doubt come out of them and not all mistune are able to fight even the weaker ones off" he frowned. Of course, he found them not much trouble, and he had those that could fight help defend others, but he knew this was not a permanent solution. "Considering you have quite the guest here, I was wondering if anything more has been discovered, I can tell you've been fighting more too as you still have that habit of keeping your Katina close for a day or two afterward." he said." Ah, right, a rather big one appeared yesterday. We were able to seal that rip up, but I would like to get to the root of it otherwise they could potentially keep appearing" a frown on her lips and the god nodded. "Indeed you are right then and as for sealing it, I'm guessing you have something to do with that. Regardless, thank you for your help with that I hope we can all work towards figuring out what's causing this and fixing it" he said. "At least this is one shrine I don't need to worry about as much, I'm not blind I can tell this guest is fine and can easily help if needed" he said. Satori puffed her cheeks out a bit "I'm capable of doing that too" she said "I know you can" he chuckled and treating her as if she were still a kit ruffled her hair. "But, you are very reminiscence of a few 'wanderers' I've been spotting recently. Not all my shrine maidens are confident enough to take them in since not all re able to deal with problems and I don't encourage it since anything can happen. They have a different scent like yourself so are perhaps from the same world. But they all seem very lost and appear near these rips as well." Gods, to Thaddeus they were irritating beings who assumed the shape of those who existed regarded lesser to them. They arrived in all constitutions and dimensions, each assigned a separate charge or definition for living. But, a god or goddess doesn't live in the very purpose of their mortal counterparts. For most instances, a deity exists beyond their worshiper's or purpose's realities. If that divinity did their assignment accurately, things ranged smoothly for their domain, but this wasn't ever the case. Thaddeus saw the assumed divine, those gods or goddesses, as programs of a cogitator matrix. He comprehended them as the task administrators that assure omnipresent properties, such as time, space, and matter, function precisely as they should. For example, INRI, the God of Rice, but his explanation went further in detail. Thaddeus saw INRI's purpose as inadequate, unuseful for such a thing, but what other tasks did INRI take on? Who wrote the programming for such being like him? Thaddeus pondered on this in the span it took Satori to form the first word of her comment. The following query was who, or what is Thaddeus? He wasn't a divinity, not a being created to govern actualities, no. That enigma still stayed to be witnessed by Satori or even INRI himself. Thaddeus took the last sip of his tea before placing the cup back down to regard those at the table. "I am lost, INRI, and I cannot find my way back home. I am asking to tap into your services and allow myself to reconstruct my celestial ability of cosmic location." The Lion King was staring down at the god seated next to him. There was a moment of silence between everyone when Thaddeus had spoken. His words were burdened with significant weight and perhaps a potential sacrifice on INRI's part. "Grant me this, and I will explain what I am and what it is I do." INRI chuckled watching him a moment, "I took on the roles my sister, a forgotten goddess if you will, once had." he explained. "She had many things so when she passed I took them on and also watch over those that share our blood" he was referring to Satori and her sisters. As Thaddeus mentioned asking him for help the god had to think, "I can spare some but not a lot, I am still needed to help cultivate the rice in various regions where the crop would normally struggle. As the winter is here then this is the best season to ask while I have time to recover my energy but in return you must look after this shrine while here. Larger shrines need more protection and feeding the sacred tree energy, especially one as old as the one on these grounds require quite the bit of energy in itself." he said to him." It turns a thousand years old in the spring as well. If you can give that tree some of the energy I sense within you then that should be enough, and I'll lend you some of my divinity" he was trying to balance things that much could be seen. He could not simply abandon those that depended on him, he knew what the costs could be should he be arrogant and selfish so he had to prioritize. If he failed to help them then the next winter would be harsher and many would die." But now I also require you explain what you are and what you do, I can tell you are no evil for my nieces would've chased you out at a moments notice, and you would not be sitting here drinking tea with me, it is more to satisfy my own curiosity"Satori flicked her ears a bit, she could understand why her uncle wanted to know who wouldn't and if he was someone above the gods themselves then he was a being than many would want to learn more about but of course for her uncle it was pure curiosity. Not only that but he wanted to find out exactly where these rips were linked to if possible and see if there was a way to at least delay anything stronger coming through them. He knew it was inevitable it'd happen "Also, if you can seal them then please do, these rips are rather troublesome." Thaddeus assumed what INRI was conveying thoughtfully. He attended closely to him, abiding in his own mythology and bearing that INRI was taking on the functions of another goddess who had been long omitted. And even though INRI had chuckled, Thaddeus had discerned something within the god's mentions that struck a melancholy cord with the War master. "I only need a spark of your power, INRI. That's how all of these functions," the atlas nodded his head towards the god and then beamed at Satori. "I will give unto this world my spark and secure its safety once I conclude my tasks of uncovering where exactly I am." Still sitting at the table with the God of Rice and the Mistune, Thaddeus dropped his massive shoulders and gave them both glances of warmth and trust. To explain to them what he was, he would have to tell them the secret of it all, and he only hoped they would be able to understand. "Right as I am speaking to you, this very second, and the passing second after that, beings are watching us, beings who created us, beings who were created by others. I am a Demiurge, an extension of Creation. I make the fundamental building blocks that allow gods like you, INRI, to flourish and take power within universes." "In other civilizations, they call these simulations. In others, they accept their universe ruled by the gods. Thaddeus stared at INRI, wishing for the god to understand after unveiling the truth. But there is a being above everything, a being that exists at the end of it all, and he chooses what sentient life can dominate the universe, the multiverses within that, and the infinite universes within the multiverses. To you both, you see me as I am, a giant, but that is because I am compressed many times over, I am an almost near infinite-dimensional being, and my role in all of this is to ensure that Humanity does not perish to tyrannical powers." "Right now, I can hear the striking of keys, like an author typing away, creating a novel of my life or the life of everything else around me," Thaddeus whispered, looking up and past Satori, almost as if he was seeing someone else in the room with them. "I don't see who or what it is, but they are watching us." INRI seemed unfazed by what was said whereas Satori was clearly curious to learn more, her ears flicked up and her eyes gleaming with curiosity as she looked to Thaddeus. It became evident that perhaps he was not the first Demiurge the god had come across recently, or maybe there had been so many strange creatures that he was not surprised. However, what did make him curious was him mentioning another typing away what was going on, as if life was but a novel to be written." Then, there must be thousands upon thousands of stories, for each person, each creature sees everything through a different set of eyes, each one sees things different and even the earth and plants all feel things in different ways" he chuckled. "If it but a spark you need then that much I can provide without too much of a problem" he said with a nod. "I'll be staying here for a short while anyway so if I need any time to recover afterward then this is the best place" he did not know how it would impact himself if at all so he was making sure he was prepared for the worst. Catori meanwhile was thinking carefully, "Essentially, that means your like the god of gods, your created the gods that many humans and cultures know of but you yourself prefer to stay hidden from what I can gather" she said. "Still, you say that everything is written out, is created how you want. Surely even for you there must be instances of things that are not written, things that are spontaneous. Otherwise, it's kind of boring knowing what's going to happen. So are there things like that?" she asked him. She really was quite curious but not much would change in how she treated him, he was still Thaddeus after all." Alright, don't ask too many questions, how about getting us some more tea?" he said to Satori, who nodded and headed back to the kitchen bringing back some warm green tea for them both. "Well, don't forget what I want in return though Thaddeus, but you are also welcome to stay here for as long as you want. I'm sure these four won't mind having another set of hands around that and …" he turned to Satori "… Be aware, there are some hunters getting closer to this shrine. Honestly, you'd think they'd have some sense after I scared them off at the last shrine" he frowned a bit. "I didn't create the gods; that was an abnormality. I was constructed, but not in this shape, to discover them all and reckon them and prune the ones not doing their mandated position," Thaddeus clarified to rectify Satori so she could obtain the correct lore. "But, you're also correct; there are still mysteries of plenty out there for me to discover. I am unable to know it all, but I know enough to do the things I can do, and in comparison to our mortal-kin, they would think I know it all," Thaddeus went on explaining before Satori left to rep our some hot tea for everyone to drink. "You will get what you want in return, INRI. You're doing good work here in this world. I don't judge you as useless," Thaddeus revealed in a soft tone. "Also, I can put a hedge of protection over this shrine. We'll still be here, but they'll pass through a mirror dimension; they'll walk through us with no effect at all." INRI nodded, "Then I'll let you have a spark of mine, just make sure whatever you set up does not interfere with the goals of this place either. So take the spark you need and I'll go rest. I normally do so while here anyway" he said to him with a chuckle. After everything had been one and their conversation came to an end, and he had some fresh tea he stood up and took his tea back to his room with him to go and relax for a while. "Reminds me, you seem like you enjoy meditation and such. There is a perfect spot beside the pond, the KOI there help set a wonderful atmosphere" he said before heading to his room. Catori poured herself a cup and sipped her tea quite contently, "I am curious, about this hedge you plan to set up, is there a way to make it, so people can still visit the actual shrine. It's not an area I'm very familiar with after all. But we do get visitors still and to the village we found you in this place is very important to them all." she smiled a little. "Ah, I also meant to ask, are you ok with alcohol? I usually have a drink at the new year and such, it'd be nice to have a companion for once since none of my younger sisters can drink or in Aya's case can hold their alcohol" she laughed. "I built up a tolerance after my last job." she giggled thinking back to it a bit. "Also, if there is anything you need feel free to let us know, we have visitors for only short periods of time usually, but I get the feeling you'll be here a little longer, so we need to make sure you've got what you need" Thaddeus was finally able to pour his entire attention on Satori. Her inquisitive disposition left him with agency within his soul with all the queries she had assembled for him. Thaddeus would only have explanations pausing with open arms to welcome her; this was something the Lion King could see himself accomplishing for a long spell. "I can alter the spell cast to allow only pacified emotions to walk through its unseen barrier," Thaddeus explained in a gentle tone. "This will make the hunters who tread on your lands into docile beings. They'll want to stow away their weapons instead of hunting the animals protected here." "Also, I would enjoy a bit of alcohol," Thaddeus had agreed to drink with Satori. He thought to himself about how this tolerance of hers had made her hard to persuade into bed or was she trying to get her way with him since they'll be alone. "I also have everything I need, thanks to you, now go get us some drinks. We can drink alone?" Thaddeus asked her with a crooked grin of mischief. She giggled but put a finger on her lips "Later, once everyone's asleep. Also warm sake is far nicer in the crisp winter nights" she said. Sure enough once the others were all tucked in bed she heated up some sake and hummed as she made some quick snacks that'd go well with it. Deciding on some mixed tempura with shrimp, bits of meat and even lotus root. Once finished with prepared she found him. "Well, come on then. The back of the shrine is perfect" she said humming a little as she leads the way, soon settling down in her favorite spot overlooking the garden at the back of the shrine. She poured him a cup and handed it to him before doing her own and taking a sip. "Ah, perfect" a small purr in her voice as she relaxed. "I made some snacks too. As I mentioned before I don't often have a drinking buddy" she grinned. Her own grin was just as full of mischief as his was earlier, "Well then, Thaddeus, I might as well ask but seeing as you've seen mistune before where did you meet them?" she asked him, taking a sip from her drink quite contently "Although…" the mischievous grin appeared on her lips once more as she moved to position herself better and looked up at him, a light purr in her voice. "… I'm very sure one or two were jumping all over such an irresistible man" Satori wasn't drunk, but she was certainly showing where her interests lay right now. Even before she'd been quite interested in this man from another world. But since others and youngsters had been around she'd behaved herself. She'd reached a hand up to touch his cheek softly, catching his attention so he'd look at her and from where he was he'd certainly get a nice view of the tops of her breasts and the valley between them. Thaddeus stayed noiseless in Satori's company for the remainder of the evening. He gaily waited upon her as she assembled snacks, their spirits of the evening, and tucked in the young lings into bed before she returned to convey the Lion King from his chamber. Satori would discover Thaddeus posing cross-legged in the middle of the space as he brooded. "Well, come on then," Thaddeus had overheard Satori speak, making him turn his head to one side since his back was turned to her. "Excellent," he replied in short. The garden at the rear of the Shrine of INRI was an excellent site for the two individuals to convey intimate junctures with. The flora underneath the twinkling luminaries that gleamed through the void of endless night forged a romantic scene for the Mistune and Demiurge. The Lion King excelled in such pressures when it came to the opposite sex, and Satori held the benefit of being in the presence of the so-called Lewd Lion. Thaddeus carefully took the cup filled with hot sake from Satori's delicate, tiny hands. He pinched the ceramic between his index finger and thumb lightly and with a pinky finger sticking out straight. The Lion King then took a sip as Satori mentioned snacks having been made and not having a regular drinking companion. "Drinking, buddy?" Thaddeus questioned rhetorically. "I've never heard of the term buddy before. I assume you mean companion?" Thaddeus asked again, but at this moment, he was chuckling. As the Mistune continued her stream of questions, Thaddeus took his crimson gaze to the feminine view of her peaceful valley and the tops of her plump breasts. The way they moved, bounced, and swayed without the support of a bra had magically swayed and captured his attention. Thaddeus permitted himself to be enticed so effortlessly by Satori's breasts. There was no refuting it; he was still very much a man. "I have met many Mistune in my many lifetimes, but it wasn't until in this form you currently see that I met one certain Mistune that rose to the challenge to best me. Her name was Kevin Oracle, Queen Kevin Oracle," Thaddeus explained before correcting himself and Kevin's title. "Queen Oracle resides in a pocket dimension known as Limbo. She rules over the Oracle Clan there, and she personally invited me to her wicked games. It was then she assailed me with her best women, in combat games, games of intellect, and finally lured me into a sex trap where I fiercely mated with her handmaidens." "I had to earn their climaxes before time ran out, or I would be forever imprisoned, but here I am speaking with you," Thaddeus chuckled, then nuzzled her hand as she touched his cheek. "Kevin released me after giving her many children and has since then forbidden me to return." "Ah, it's a term I've heard a few humans use, I pick them up from time to time" she said before listening to him talk about the mistune he'd encountered. Her ears flicked, and she hummed a bit, "They sound quite different from mistune here or at least most of us. See there are shrine mistune like myself and my sisters and wild ones… which act more like that" she said before taking another sip of her sake and then deciding to make herself quite comfortable in his lap, he was quite a bit bigger than her, so fitting in his lap was easy. Looking up she continued what she'd been saying. "For one, Shrine foxes don't like sharing anything, and we only take one mate for the most part. Prevents any unknown siblings mating in the future" she said and leaned back on him quite happily, giving a soft purr that he'd no doubt be able to feel as she wriggled a little." How cruel to forbid you from going there though" she frowned, her cheeks puffed out a little as she looked up at him. "Certainly sounds like a waste too, I'd be keeping you tied to the bed each night" giving him a giggle and a cheeky wink before finishing her cup of sake and then leaning forward to grab the bottom and pouring herself another cup before looking up and offering him some more drink." If you're still here in the spring they make the perfect cherry blossom sake, nice and sweet and perfect for warmer days when chilled whereas this one is best heated for colder weather" she mused. "Maybe I'll take you to the hot springs then too" she said, that smile of mischief dancing on her pinks lips with a hint even appearing in her golden amber eyes as she looked up at him. "I concluded many years ago that virtually all races are much dissimilar than each other the more distant I go across Creation," Thaddeus remarked as he accommodated Satori more comfortably over the prominent, warm bulge of his manhood, a grin developing on his lips as he pressed the beast between her bottom firmly. "How cruel? If she hadn't released me, I wouldn't be here with you." Thaddeus stroked her soft cheek with his index finger before she coursed herself a new round of drinks. Satori proposed him a fresh pour, and Thaddeus nodded in consent before throbbing his large growing erection, reminding her, enticing her in quietness but in measures. "If you preserved me, secured to your bed, I would stay equipped for you as long as you desired," the Lewd Lion gossiped down at her, wrapping her tight abdomen with his entire hand. "But, I believe I would wear you out before you could get the opportunity to go again, and for your proposal in the Spring, how about we bypass that and concentrate on the now?" Thaddeus beguiled her once more. This moment, his throbbing cock obscured underneath his garments, was shoved against her back, seductive and willing for the shrine mistune to exploit for her own pleasure. Satori giggled a bit, oh she could feel how excited he was without any prompting, "Hamm, you are certainly right about that" she said to him looking up at that grin of his as she sat in his lap, pouring them both a fresh drink before he answered her tease and gave a slightly mischievous grin in return. "Hamm, you'd be tied to my bed for quite some time then, I wonder if you'd even last" a lustful look in her eye and mischief resting on her delicate pink lips. She could feel his throbbing cock still and pushed herself against him, teasing him further before reaching up and pulling him down for a kiss, tasting his lips, testing his reaction before a soft whisper passed her lips. "However, there is another difference…" a purr passing her lips before she bit his lower lip. Her honey gold eyes looked to his, a certain playfulness danced in them. "… I'm not so easy to get into bed, but I'll admit you're interesting. Many would be a melting puddle of red by now" she giggled. Oh, he was going to be fun to tease and test. She really couldn't care less who he was, what he was or what status he had elsewhere, right now in her eyes he was simply Thaddeus, the strange man that was staying with her and her sisters. But tonight wasn't his lucky night, he'd not be getting action from the vixen tonight that much was evident from her words, however, he now knew there was a chance if he played his cards right. What he didn't know was he'd most likely be subjected to more teasing from the fox, he'd become her target to test. To see whether he was worth spending the night with. She gave him a kiss on his nose before moving from his lap and then whispering in his ear "You'll need to calm yourself, or you could end up in far more trouble than having an unwanted erection" a little fore-warning, he'd really need some resilience to her teasing, or he'd end up rather frustrated. The Lion King's cock was completely erect against the mistune's back and embracing cheeks. The warmness emitting from it could heat Satori if she decided to envelop her tiny, tender hands around Thaddeus's manhood, but alas, Satori was simply sampling and taunting him. This drove Thaddeus to desire Satori more in such an in-depth sexual intent, but this all commenced to enhance upon the bond they created when combating against the Red Dragon from before. "My goodness, you're capable of withstanding my kingly manhood? Most remarkable," Thaddeus commented and commended Satori's capacity to prohibit the Lion King from his feast and catch. "This is such an arousal to witness a genuine woman in front of me who can say no to her own appetites." Thaddeus was dragged down to her puckered lips and embraced her own with his. The kiss was refined, enduring, and something he yearned the most; to touch the softness of Satori's lips on his own. Then, Satori arose from her seat upon Thaddeus's lap, leaving behind the warm, throbbing comfort of the War master's shaft of vascular muscle. "Calm?" Thaddeus cocked an eyebrow at the mistune. "You think I can calm this thing down?" Thaddeus pointed at the erect shaft her divine body had caused to create. "You really intend to drag this out? Witnessing how far you can strain the Lion King? My, my, your bounties will be plenty!" Satori giggled at his reaction, "Hamm, I used to be a geisha, entertaining men in non-sexual ways is something you learn very quickly. Though I wouldn't go and sit on their laps they paid for my dancing and my songs. Resisting is another thing we learn" she said, geisha weren't prostitutes like many might've thought, in fact they were living pieces of art but a few sweet words, a few teases would get them some extra money or even some gifts from patrons at times. When he questioned her about calming himself down she giggled again before going over and kissing him once more, "Oh very much so, half the fun is in the chase is it not?" she mused. She certainly was a cheeky vixen, she knew which buttons to press, how to push his lusts higher and how to torment him. That didn't mean she was done, oh no, she had plenty small tricks she could do to motivate him more if she so wished. "I heard a cold dip helps with such problems" pressed her breasts against his back as whispered in his ear and then nipped it gently. That joyful giggle falling from her lips like a sweet melody. "There are plenty of ways to get rd of it but why don't you tell me how you plan to?" she mused. Her tails were swishing gently behind her showing she was enjoying herself quite a bit with the war master, she had gathered many had teased and given in quite easily. She wasn't surprised, but she preferred to play more, to tease and test and to find someone who was able to endure even this much from her was rare." I remember one poor man during my early days, a few sweet words, and he was red as a tomato" she giggled, "Others merely faint at a few gently touches and if you stop but mere inches away from their lips their breath would stop" she mused. A vixen who had a good hand on these skills was certainly a dangerous one and Satori had used such a trick many years ago in her trade for a while. But they still had their uses. Right now some were no doubt being used on the Lion King before her, she'd deny him for as long as she wanted, and he could try his own tricks if her so wanted, but there were many who'd tried their own and failed with the vixen. A small hum came from her lips, still leaning on him as she played with bits of his hair. "Used to be a geisha," Thaddeus feigned to gasp at Satori, unveiling unexplored facts about herself to the Lion King. "I can directly only presume how you enacted in such a profession." Unbeknownst to Satori, Thaddeus could perceive time as an entirety with any conscious creature he comes in communication with, but since his untimely coming, it was just one more additional capacity that eluded the War master's Demiurge senses. Thaddeus would've been able to see her past, present, and future blend together as one. The kingly atlas would've been capable of witnessing her live her life as a geisha. That prospect would have to delay until he recovered his abilities with INRI's resources. Satori was of no benefit for the mighty Son of Sun. Her heavy Mistune breasts skimmed against and depressed into his back while gaining a nip in after whispering so alluringly in the hulking male's ear. "I know one way to get rid of it," Thaddeus urged with a handsome grin and a soft voice. The sweet melody in her voice prompted Thaddeus to speak with such lewd wordings. "What if I get alleviated of it on that chest of yours after having ravished your breasts with my powerful cock between them?" "You're going to keep teasing this starving lion. There is no telling how long I'll be here, oh, the fun times to be had. The tales you'll get to boast about around your sisters and companions. Who or what knows, I at the moment cannot see the future that proudly defies us; we might end up as queen and king." Thaddeus predicted, playing the mistune's game gladly and lovingly while she toyed with his golden tresses. She giggled again, "I would love to however, nothing beneath my kimono can be seen by anyone but the person I'll consider my mate" she said to him. She was surprisingly strict on this rule, sure she could tease him with a few kisses but no further than that. "Also there is plenty to do tomorrow so…." she leaned up and gave him one last kiss, "…time you go for a cold dip" a smirk on her lips. He really was going to be getting nothing from her. Some might've thought it cruel but in her mind it wasn't the right time. She left him there and headed to her room to get some rest. By that point it was late anyway and the sake was finished. When the morning arrived she was up as usual making breakfast while INRI waited for Thaddeus to join him. He chuckled a bit looking at him, he had no doubt that Satori had been teasing the might giant the previous night. "So then, Thaddeus, how would I go about giving you this spark?" he asked sipping his hot tea. "It is not something I have ever had to do before, and it would be best to give ti to you sooner, so I can start my recovery sooner" he said. "Which reminds me, Satori, I have some plum wine coming here for you, should be rather nice in this weather, and it's the final batch for the year from the demon market." his attention turning to the fox who was flitting about the kitchen as per normal while Aya brought through everyone's breakfasts. "Ah perfect", a classic Japanese breakfast was put before them. The freshly made miss soup was perfect in the chilled weather. It wasn't long until the kits were out playing with Aya watching, Satori spending time mending a few things as she sat down listening to the pair, her ears always pricked up. All the while INRI was following the instructions he'd been given on transferring a spark of his power over to Thaddeus, taking his time to make sure it was done correctly. Afterward the god did go rest after grabbing some snacks Satori had made." Thaddeus, do you know how to make plum wine?" she asked. "I don't know what drinks they have where you come from but trust me, homemade plum wine is one of the best. Although, the old demon at the market does make some really nice ones especially the last batch." she said with a light hum. Last evening's reflections nonetheless fondly dawdled in the back of the War master's mind as daybreak reached once more over the Shrine of INRI. Their risqué interactions and dialogues had fled the Lion King. Driving him to desire nothing but Satori's undivided attention, Thaddeus's gracefulness mentality is already starting to oppose his dictating beliefs with such a scalding affection that he would if Satori mentioned lovemaking mate with her on the same table that was replenished with breakfast. Upon joining the dining space, Thaddeus exclusively had vulgar ideas of Satori. He presumed that the mistune priestess was cooking that dawning banquet for everyone. Thaddeus then encountered INRI, who was already requesting the colossus inquiries. "Good morning to you, too," Thaddeus reacted to INRI's question with a peal of friendly laughter. "Through touch, INRI, no ritual of any type, no dramatics entangled for me to siphon some of your energy, I just require being capable to witness everything, truly." After having miss soup and helping with the cleanup, Thaddeus and INRI had exchanged their power. Thaddeus was filled with the noises of the universe he involved himself with. He could hear the calling of every star, and he could see the strings that vibrated and held the fabric of the cosmos together as void and light. But, there was something else, another problem that came to light as Thaddeus opened his mind and powers to the cosmos. Thaddeus still couldn't escape. But, he now understood what was genuinely thwarting him, which disturbed him narrowly. "Plum wine?" Satori's voice distracted him from his deep thoughts. "No, I don't know how to make it, but I would love to learn." They were all in danger, and Thaddeus was already preparing to wrap the world in his essence... "It's surprisingly simple, the type I make is normally Umesh. I've got some prepared to make some today. I've got the sugar needed and the alcohol as well as the jar" she said before motioning for him to come through. "First thing is to prepare the me fruits or sour plums." she said showing him the prepared ones and those that weren't, their stalks had been carefully removed. It was a tedious job but important. "Afterward we put the plums in the jar, then add the sugar and then carefully add the alcohol, a flavourless one is best" she said to him carefully instructing him while getting him to add everything. "And then seal the jar, it'll have to sit for around six months at least but trust me it's worth the wait." she said. Once it was sealed she put it away with some other jars after marking sure there was an ink mark on the lid so they knew who made it. "So, regardless of what happens now you'll need to come back to taste it with me" she smiled at him. "It ages rather well too but once open best to drink then and there really" she mused." There isn't that much to do today, so perhaps just relax a bit, I've got some things to fix, so I'll be in the main room" she said, referring to the room they usually ate in. Sure enough she had a few kimonos to fix, they were simple fixes, but the pile had built up a bit so she wanted to get on top of them. Deftly sewing them up she suddenly stopped her task. Her ears that had once been relaxed pricked up and twitched. "Damn it…" she grumbled and grabbed her Katina before heading out. Something wasn't right for her to be acting like this. Twitching ears listening everywhere trying to find it, she found what she was looking for, hidden in the trees around the shrine two men were sitting there crouching and were suddenly faced with a rather pissed off nine-tailed vixen. She snarled, "I highly suggest you let my sisters go and scram!" her voice rising, they panicked, the youngest slipped away and ran to Thaddeus crying and nestling into his large form. Aya had also started looking for her young siblings, "Where is Mizuki?" "Bad men got her… we went into the woods… we know we're not meant to" she whimpered "Satori is there isn't she. Stay here, Thaddeus, can you stay here with her, I don't have much fighting ability and in case there are others that have escaped her" she said. Aya really wasn't built for battle, she didn't have the instinct for it, whereas Satori was the protector of the small family. Luckily, it wasn't too much longer until Satori came back dragging the two men behind her and Mizuki soon joined her sister in hugging Thaddeus and crying. The giant seemed warm and gently, like a big teddy bear to the kits. "I found something interesting" she said before holding a 'cursed' charm. "I've not seen these before, but they're the opposite of a charm. Would creatures from where you're from have these?" she asked. If not then it meant there was yet another enemy to deal with. "Reminds me, shall we go to the demon market later on, there are some breeches there too" The Lion King sat the sealed jar in Satori hands to solely have the mistune stockpile it away for it to age six months. Was there time to prepare the ingredients at hand with Satori? Was there time six months from then, or even juncture to carouse what Satori had guided Thaddeus to organize? Each instruction Satori counseled Thaddeus with was evermore latched within his mind, considerably like the adage goes: it was set in stone. "Six months from now, Satori," initiated the Lion King while grinning handsomely down at Satori. "I'll make certain to be here for when we clutch a drink." a nod was all that was delivered for solace, not omitting the light twinkling in his gazes, the upward arc of his guileless smile. It was always akin to the sunshine blazing lustrously when Thaddeus beamed. The change back to the dining space hadn't endured long. Satori was deftly stitching the restorations on the kimonos and abruptly was initiated to advance for her encased Katina. Thaddeus unfurled his mind to receive his surroundings, and with little exertion, much like winking ones' eye, the War master raised his senses to encompass the whole region around the shrine. Thaddeus regarded the cowering hearts of two men, and Satori was lifting her voice. "I highly suggest you let my sisters go and scram!" Thaddeus witnessed what Satori conveyed with an exclamation while making his existence known. The hulking Adonis had strolled out of the shrine just in time to acquire one of the mistune young lings wailing and coddling into his calve. "Souls of men quiver in the face of fearlessness, recognize that, young ling. Be at ease, little one," the temperate War master exercised a swell of soothing auras about the mistune pup. Virtually immediately, she calmed down, feeling unassailable and even more audacious while in the presence of her towering guardian. Aya questioned the whereabouts of Mizuki and requested that Thaddeus remain behind. The atlas nodded his agreement at Aya and stayed behind with them both. Shortly, Satori yielded two men hauled behind the ferocious warrior, and Mizuki was with her. She hooked alongside her sister, at first crying, but then discerned what her sister had felt. Thaddeus regarded the supposed cursed charm that Satori had found on the two trespassers. Satori explained they were the opposite of what a charm is and therefore declared it cursed. "I have seen these vigils before; these cursed charms belong to a cult, no doubt," Thaddeus nodded his head, sure he was correct. "The cult is but a chapter of a more extensive one; they glorify an existence of all-reality, a being that can rewrite actuality as we know it without consideration. If those charms are here, that indicates there will be more breaches, too. I am afraid this is far more sinister than the dragon breach from before." The men were more than terrified at the angry vixen, she'd definitely made them fee fear for daring to try and hurt her sisters. Then they saw Thaddeus, and it appeared that he scared them more and tried to struggle. "What did I say about struggling, keep at it, and I'll bite your heads up" she snarled? No one messed with her family, "Mizuki, Sakura goes with Aya", the second oldest had returned and sooner ushered the younger siblings away to calm them, giving them both a warm drink to help in the kitchen while Satori and Thaddeus were left to deal with the intruders. Although the pair were alarmed when Thaddeus mentioned the cult, Satori's ears flicked, this sounded bad, she didn't like the idea of what this cult was and not only that, she wanted to know why they'd taken her sisters, she needed to know if there was a reason apart from trying to get a few extra bucks. "Well, there anything we can do to prevent or stop it?" she asked Thaddeus, this wasn't something she had any knowledge on after all so could only ask the one person who had the knowledge and that was the Lion King before her." I think we need to figure out what to do with these two as well" looking at the pair she'd dragged there, she didn't know whether to let them be or kill them. They didn't appear to be experienced members, maybe newer ones of the cult that had gotten a bit carried away or something. "I still think we should visit that place I mentioned though, it'll be a good place for you to learn about regardless, some things you only learn about through experiencing it as opposed to gathering it all in that head of yours." she mused. Once they'd decided what to do with the two men, she spoke a bit more freely seeing as whether they were killed or kept alive and captured they were put in the storage building for now. "So, what can be done about this. I don't like the idea of sitting around and doing nothing while this world and others are torn to shreds in a sense and not everyone can fight against those monsters. Most shrine mistune don't have the ability to fight either." she frowned. + + + Realm of the Sorcerer + + +​Constructed from the raw cosmic energies of the averse background radiation of the Universe, the Realm of the Sorcerer is one of ceaseless flux and pivoting installations hewn spontaneously from every material conceivable. No mortal and few daemons can dwell in the domain of the Raven God and prevail with sanity undamaged. There, the only constant is evolution. At the crux of the Realm of the Sorcerer lies the Impossible Fortress. The sanctum sanatorium of the Weaver of Destinies, the unbelievable Lord of Change, Teeth. The Impossible Fortress is said to be at the epicenter of the crystalline labyrinth if, indeed, geographical descriptors such as "center" apply with any accurateness to this inconstant domain. Some regard this more akin to a central sentiment or conceit that might compel a series of beliefs than an actual location, as nothing of this area has physicality as mortals would comprehend it. "The Demiurge that calls himself Thaddeus Germanicus has been successfully sealed away in some backwater universe," spoke the Dark God, his voice a resounding power of a trillion different voices, talking all at once. The firmament surrounding Teeth is heavy with magic; it weaves like liquid smoke about his head, forming subtle and interwoven patterns. Forms of places and people appear in the smoke as Teeth contemplates their fate. Those who appear there will inevitably find their minds, bodies, or destinies mutating into strange new forms, for none can come to Teeth's attention and remain unchanged. "I must preserve him there, lest I wish to relinquish this foothold in the Great Game, having guided him to the Nexus of Creation and preserve the Universe from having its flame extinguished, it is now my time to act." the trillions of mouthpieces all soughed at once while the daemonic hide that enfolded the galactic scale of the Dark God started to loco mote and revise with myriad countenances and maws. "It is time that my little play begins,"+ + + Demon Market + + +​Ostensibly out of nowhere, a psychic tempest materialized over the Demon Market with seething psionic vibrancy. Bolts of scarlet lightning struck the entire Demon Market in a dazzling onslaught, any victims hit by the bombardment of psychic fury were turned to clouds of static ash. Only those of the Cult of Teeth was unharmed and gave up their souls to the portal beginning to take form overhead within the storm. Sailing from the swirling gate of polluted power of the Realm of the Sorcerer, a Lord of Change soared down upon umbra wings. A Lord of Change's appearance is as bewildering as terrifying -- an ever-changing, multi-hued form that defies human reasoning or logic. However, its most haunting features are its eyes. Within their infinite depths lies the paradoxical wisdom of Teeth, and none can withstand the sustained scrutiny of a Lord of Change's gaze without losing their sanity. It's said that when a Lord of Change looks upon a man, that man's soul is opened like a book, revealing his hopes and dreams, as well as the truth of his ultimate failure or success. Driven by the need to redirect the predictable course of history itself and to set it upon a new, unexpected path. Because of this, a Lord of Change revels in dashing the hopes of the ambitious upon the ground even while raising penniless nobodies to the pinnacle of power. "This will do for now," whispered the winged, towering being with gangling limbs. Deceptively delicate-looking, its long spindly body is topped by a savage, cruel avian head, resting on a long, crooked neck. The bones of the Lord of Change are hollow, and despite its enormous size, they barely seem capable of supporting their own weight, leaning upon an immense staff, etched with innumerable eldritch signs and vigils. With a single motion of its great staff, a dome of rippling energy consumed the market and lifted it into the stormy heavens, leaving behind a sphere of corruption and infinite possibilities. Then, below, left behind in the crater of where the market once was, was a legion of lesser daemons. The amorphous, spindle-climbed pink and blue horrors write with the boundless, ever-shifting energy of unbridled chaos, warping the world around them as they gibber and shriek. "Bring upon change, my legion," howled the Greater Daemon hovering within his sphere of corrupted safeguard. + + + Mistune Shrine + + +​Satori's frown was caught within the timing of the Lord of Change's warp sphere lifting the surrounding area of the Demon Market. Thaddeus looked down at Satori with a severe expression of impending doom. "We have to handle the situation at hand, there," Thaddeus pointed with a lifted hand and finger. "The Demon Market district, a breach from beyond has appeared." ~Demon Market~What they might not have expected was a fightback, this was the demon market and yes weaker ones would run and hide but those with power still went there and they fought back. Teeth, claws, and magic thrown to keep them back.~Mistune Shrine~Satori nodded at what Thaddeus said, that look on his face said it all to her. "Aya, keep a shield up here, I'll open the way, so weaker ones can shelter here at least" she said to her sister. If invited then demons could come here at least. She could not let them come to harm when in this instance they were under attack for no reason. She flicked her ears and beckoned for Thaddeus to follow her to the mirror, the door to the demon market. Furthermore, she soon opened the door and said a few more words, inviting those who needed the shelter in temporarily at least. "Let's go, we can't waste time and I can already hear some of them fighting" she said to Thaddeus.~Demon Market~Once there her gaze shifted, looking up to the greater demon, her instincts pointing out the source, that greater daemon, she gave a snarl. "Well what's the plan here, looks like a demon to me, but something smells off." she said to Thaddeus, she wanted a bit more information before diving at this one. However, she also thought it's best to gather the resources they had, which in this instance would be the other stronger demons still hanging around to protect those that were weaker and making sure they escaped." Catori!" a shouted caused her ears to flicker, "Ah, Yuki, what are you doing here still?" she asked the woman shook her head. "I can use some healing magic, but they appeared from nowhere or rather the way they from did. See…" she pointed just behind the greater demon. "Ok, first comes sealing that then. Thaddeus, that'll be what you do. I and the others will try holding it back. I don't exactly want anything else coming through there right afterward so we need to think of something to prevent this from happening too often even if we can't stop it" her mind going into overdrive as she tried to think of what could be done. "Now Yuki, stay hidden away, I'll direct any injured to you" she said quietly before looking to Thaddeus. They needed to move and now. After translating Satori and himself to the Demon Market, Thaddeus immediately craned his neck to materialize his galaxy-filled regard upon the Lord of Change itself. The War master then understood their justification of aggression; Satori only affirmed his reflecting to be accurate. The moment to act was upon Thaddeus; leaving the vulnerable to the cosmic urges of this daemon would go against his obligation and vows to Mankind. "Concentrate on the helpless, and stare not into my sunlight," Thaddeus cautioned Satori with a mighty voice to carve through the horrid blusters around them. In a gleam, the Lion King disappeared from where he had been standing. He reappeared in the torrent of the gale, away from the Lord of Change, standing upon air itself in the midpoint of the sky. There was no juncture spared before an eruption of warmness and sunlight swallowed the idylls entrapped within the diluted globe of daemon magics. From the runes glowing upon the Lion King's hands, a shape that resembled that of a great bow had taken form within his grasp. Plucking a single strand of hair from his head, the golden tresses transformed into a cord of rainbow light that stretched from one end of the bow. Then, with a single pull, locking his elbow as he stretched back the bowstring of light to its limits, a single arrow of cackling solar light appeared notched against his fingers. "Sunlight Arrow," Thaddeus called before releasing the mighty arrow of destructive sunshine. The air clapped with a roar so mighty that most buildings behind the Lord of Lions lost the tops to their very own structures. Streaks of frozen plasma hung in the air as the Sunlight Arrow struck a force field, shielding the Lord of Change. The counter move erupted another explosion, wiping out the shield around the Greater Daemon, exposing him in time for Thaddeus to string up another strand of his hair to the bow of flaming starlight. Satori nodded at what he said, having changed into her larger fox form she was able to find others far easily and redirect the weak out of the market, she was able to fend off a few minions that had gotten through without too much trouble. Luckily as the air clapped, and a roar echoed over the winds anyone on higher floors had been evacuated. "He is rather destructive…" she mumbled before continuing to get the weak away from everything, other stronger demons helping her out. Her ears twitching, always alert for anyone that might have been hiding away. It was only when she was sure that there was no one else hidden in buildings did she urge her friend to go through. "Any injured were able to make it across, go help them there. Aya will be there as well. Now you lot go too" her attention diverting to the stronger demons. "If anything happens send a fox fire from one of my sisters and keep the shrine safe. Hopefully this will be sorted soon" she said to them. "Be careful, would hate to see you injured little fox!" shouted a more cheeky demon causing her to give a light frown before turning her attention to any summoned minions. A giggle passed her lips once they were all gone, and she began to fight, jumping onto the roof of a taller building, although it was for but a moment considering the damage, she jumped onto one of the minions, claws digging into the creature causing it to scream. Summon her Katina, though lager, it appeared in her maw and was used to silence them before she moved onto the next leaving the bigger one for Thaddeus, even with a glance she could tell that beast was too much for her to take on so she made sure any small fry were taken down. Some were a bit more troublesome, but she was able to deal with them so he could focus on that other creature, the one they were trying to server, that they were following. The screeching Lord of Change winded its tremendous staff into the air, agitating the contaminated clouds that reverberated aloft into a maelstrom of destruction before slamming his staff downwards at Thaddeus. In a massive surge, the whirling storm of shadows plunges upon the Lion King, dispatching upon him an enduring stream of dark, averse verve of the Dark Gods. The Lord of Sunlight had raised his left forearm in defiance of the Lord of Change's brutal aggression. The sunlight armor plating was being rent away as the destructive attack compelled itself to repulse the positive fatalities in that golden armor of sunshine. "How fascinating," Thaddeus noted to himself, incapable of being heard by anyone else as the onslaught persisted from the Lord of Change's staff. "Enough of this." Thaddeus disseminated the surging clouds in a single power sweep of his arm, parting them and yielding an attack of his own. The molecules in the Lion King's immediate area were atomized by the scorching ignition of the Sunlight Blade. His right hand embraced the crackling length of luminous white lightning, shaped and curved to resemble a far-reaching Katina blade. It was quickly ten meters or more in length; it would be challenging to tell how long it was due to how radiant the weapon summons was. The skies blazed with orange flames that rolled through the palls of purple and black. Greater Daemon staff and Demiurge weapons clash in a thunderclap eruption. A massive bubble of sound spans away from them at hypersonic speeds, tearing earth up and reducing structures to rubble in a mere flash. Thaddeus held the blocking staff with his Sunlight Blade aloft before pivoting towards the towering grotesque. He carried the blade with him, producing a towering column of a whirling inferno around himself. The Greater Daemon attempted to parry with an occult spell, its mouth in the middle of casting, staff advancing out just in time to be separated down its center. Assailing the core of the staff sent a feedback explosion of its own irreverent magic upon the Lord of Change just as the crackling blade of the massive sword cleaved through the Lord of Change's abdomen. The Sunlight Blade soon evaporated right after the attack was given, and the fight was over. The War master descended from the settling skies and instantly teleported himself and Satori away from the falling Demon Market. What was then a floating island, made possible by the Lord of Change, was now a crashing landmass. It struck the earth with a powerful impact, reducing all that once was upon it to a flattened heap of rubble. But that had been the least of their troubles. With Satori's aid, another attack upon their world was stalled. Satori and Thaddeus reappeared back at the shrine in a silent flare of gold and shimmering sparkles of light. "That was merely a test of strength; stronger, more terrible things will start to come through; I cannot allow that to keep happening," Thaddeus urged at Satori. "They must be stopped on the other side." "We must finish here, aiding the survivors from the attack, first. Then, we must find answers before the next breach." Satori had luckily made sure everyone had escaped before the Demon Market fell, having made sure any 'doors' were closed off minus the one they'd need to get back although seeing as it was hers she could move it as needed. "The market can be rebuilt in time, but you are right we need to move and fast, my sister can only protect that place for so long, the same goes for the other demons." she frowned. She really cared deeply for her family, she didn't like them being in danger, but now even sacred ground could not be considered safe. "Let's get the others settled, I can get a few to stay at the temple to offer protection from other threats while I'm not here as I cannot leave them unprotected," she said her tails flickering before changing back into her humanoid form. She had no plans of letting him go alone, she was not as strong as he was, nor did she have the knowledge, but she could protect herself and offer another perspective if needed. Once back she was glad her youngest sisters had been sent to play in their rooms while various demons were helping each other around the shrine. Aya was able to help with wounds and injuries and Satori did her best-providing meals and organizing any rooms for others while Thaddeus, his presence alone deterred any potential trouble from happening it seemed as even those known for their mischief were on their best behavior for once. It wasn't until a few days later that everything was settled, Satori had sent out some fox fires to investigate, they quickly informed her of what they found and were able to mark any breeches they found on a map sprawled out on a table for both Thaddeus and Satori to look at. It was after a couple had been marked. There hadn't been any breaches yet, but she left everything like that so as soon as one appeared they'd be notified as soon as possible. However, she did sit down with him once the others were out and spoke up, the question she asked was important "What other threats are coming? Or rather could be coming? I need to know what to prepare for" she said to him. She was serious, there was so much she wanted to protect. If she was to leave them then she needed to make sure those left to protect in her place could handle it. She'd made a mental note to reach out to INRI anyway, he could hold most things off despite his demeanor and there had been messages about bringing all the mistune to the shrine to prevent any tragic losses. The Shrine of INRI was glutted with engaged individuals doing their soundest to furnish for those in need after the Demon Market's devastation. Thaddeus heard every exchange; none of them had ever experienced such monstrosities, let alone a Greater Daemon spawn. Even the demons that steered clear of the hulking Lord of Sunlight hadn't witnessed such things in their lives. "Demiurge sealing technique," Thaddeus formed the shape of a square using the right angles of index fingers and thumbs. "Perfect Cube, shield this shrine from any attacks or intruders." Diverging in darts of golden streams, then assembling the three-dimensional shape all around the entire shrine border. Runes of all forms and sizes shone brightly against the thin barrier of light before the whole body of the cube vanished from sight, rendering the shrine as the entire location wholly protected. This protective barrier worked in hand with the other means of protection that Thaddeus had previously laid, the calming aura field that kept attackers calm. After Thaddeus placed his most trusted spell around Satori's and her family's home, he went to locate her. Back in the dining area, the table used for eating was now a battle table. A map lay sprawled out, and Satori's scouts had already returned with intelligence on where they needed to go. Locations were marked on various spots on the map. After taking a seat from the scout debriefing, Thaddeus looked at Satori as she spoke. Her concerned voice softened him, and he knew that his presence there brought her and the people of this great world danger. "The same, for now, softening up the veil between here and what is on the other side, something I hoped that you would never have to find out, but that is not possible now," Thaddeus stated calmly, then reached out with his massive hand and set it upon her shoulder. The weight of his hand acted as the encouraging reassurance he voiced when he spoke. "But the more breaches we seal, the more knowledge we can get, and then we can finally get our hands on what is saving them from being locked away." "Well if any appear we'll know, that my power there will inform us through my foxfire, if they find any then they'll show the location on the map," she said referencing the map she had there, it only covered that country with another one of the more local areas, but it was still a start considering maps weren't the easiest to come by. "We have a few on there already at least, but they'll keep searching until I tell them to stop. But it's not usually what they're used for so there might be one or two missed, however, they are usually fairly accurate when finding things, just not scouting large areas is all" she said. She also hadn't used it for such purposes in a while or at least over such a wide area. "I do still want to investigate what's going on with the other side to cause all of this," she said as he tried to reassure her." But you're right, let's first start with sealing the ones we can, and thank you for putting some protection around this place, one of them needs to be kept safe should we need to move the others here. After all, not all of them can fight and at least here, being a predominantly female race our numbers are starting to dwindle a bit" she said, her tails flicking as many thoughts started to run through her head. There was plenty she needed to consider, one of which being preparation for if the other mistune needed to vacate this shrine." For now, let's focus on seeing if there is a pattern minus them coming after you, I want to see if there is anything similar to the points they appear in, that way we can potentially predict places where they are more likely to appear which will, in turn, make it easier to locate them as well should my fox fires fail," she said.

The Kitsune and the Lion King (theRadThadd)|rating:4.0

dino vore island (open to all)

Another idea I've been throwing around. Heres the premise: it's an island full of hungry Dino of every kind. You could be one of the Dino inhabitants, or a human stranded on the island. All types of more are allowed, but if you do hard, scat or detailed digestion, please keep them in spoilers for the squeamish. Prey can be reformed if so wished. Hope it goes well.name:gender:species:digest/not:can/can't reform:preferred more types:name: Shawn Mendes: male species: human digest/not: rescan/can't reform: careered more types: anything except scat, dirty av, and watersports name: misty gender: female species: t readiest/not: only desired can/can't reform: can reform prey if desiredprefered more: see Shawnee: hellbender: female species: raptor digest/not: only if desired can/can't reform: can reform her preprepared more: see Shawn name:lavawolfgender:male species:human digest/not:digest can/can't reform:cantilevered more types:any(I call dibs on misty) (sure thing. Well wait for more before starting) Name: Alex Gender:male Species: T. readiest/not: digest Reform: if askedVore types: oral, soft/hard (welcome. well wait for one more) name: Miles gender: Male species: Human digest/not: Digest, but only with reform can/can't reform: Can.preferred more types: Birth (favorite), and oral. Name:Steven gender:Male species:Shapeshifterdigest/not:Both can/can't reform: can reformprefered more types:any but hard name:Ivalicegender:Female species:Virus digest/not: digest can/can't reform: can reformprefered more types: absorption, tail, unbirth, and anal (ok, we can begin now...)Shawn had started to awaken. 'Uh, what happened?' he asks, getting up groggily. He saw he was on an unfamiliar island. 'Well, might as well get my bearings.' he says, taking a look around. I get up on the island beach "ugh where am I"(can I be hard voted misty?) Miles slowly awoke. He was on an unfamiliar island. He sighed, getting up. Furthermore, he looked around, heading in deeper.(Mind if Bella births me, Misty?) (anything you guys like)Bella starts to stir in her cave. 'Think ill go find myself a little fun.' she says to herself. Misty is up and around, looking for a good meal.Shawn looks around a while. 'Well its official, I have no clue where I am.' Miles looked around. He sat under a tree and sighed. I look around and see misty I froze in terror misty spots him, going after him.Bella spots miles, looking at him curiously.Shawn continues to explore.(if anyone wants him, just speak up) Miles looks up, seeing her. He gasped, looking scared. She sniffs him curiously. 'Hmm, haven't seen you, around here before.' she says. Miles was too scared to realize that it was abnormal for a dinosaur to be talking. "P-please don't hurt me..." she smiles. 'don't worry, i won't. I have another use for you.' Miles was a bit confused. "H-huh?" I didn't move as I was frozen in terror she smirks. 'If you come with me, I can ensure your safety. Some of the Dino around here aren't very friendly.'(hard more starting now)Spoiler: show misty scoops him up in her mouth, closing it around him. Her teeth slicing into his limbs. Spoiler: show felt myself be chopped up by the t Rex's teeth Spoiler: show she used her tongue to move him around in her mouth, her teeth piercing his body in various places, her mouth filling with his blood. His organs being crushed by the pressure. Alex strides through the jungle, letting out a bellowing roar as he casts his eyes around for prey. Spoiler: show felt weak at that point from my organs being chewed up Shawn spots Alex. 'What the hell?' he thinks, watching from a safe distance. Miles nodded. "O-okay...lead the way." Spoiler: show his organs spill into her mouth, soon being chewed to pulp she smiles, leading him back to her cave. Spoiler: show died not long after Miles followed, obviously nervous. They soon reach the cave. 'Home sweet HOM.' Spoiler: show she swallows him down happily, loving the feel of his remains in her belly.(sure you don't want her to bring him back?) (please bring me back) Miles looked around. "What now, miss?" (Figured from the can't reform part that you didn't want him to come back, never hurts to double-check)she soon starts digesting him. Within moments, he reforms in front of her. I look at her, I was shocked she smiles. 'Well for one, you won't be needing these.' she says, slashing through his clothes, but not even touching him. She smiles down at him. 'Enjoy the ride?' "Wait did you just talk?" I ask Miles gasped as the clothes fall off of him. "Which did you do that?" Bella giggles. 'For one, I think you look better like this.'misty smiles. 'Yes, surprised?' Miles blushed. "And the other reason?" she smiles, kissing him. "Very" I said Miles blushed, shocked. 'I must say, most prey I eat run immediately after they reform. Im surprised you haven't.' misty says. "Lets just say I am intrigued" she giggles. 'Ill bet.'Bella runs a claw lightly down his chest. Miles blushed. "Why-what are you planning...?" I smile at misty licks him playfully.Bella smiles, licking down his chest. Miles sweated. "Could you please tell me what the hell is going on?" she smiles. 'Maybe thisll give you an idea.' she says, licking his crotch. Miles blushed. "Y-you can't be serious..." (may join, but in the meantime plays a song called 'holly WTF it's a dinosaur Steven lays in a tree, looking at where he was this time. "He, this is going to be fun." Alex crashes through the trees, following the scent of delicious prey. Steven looks behind him at the scene of trees being knocked over Alex sees Steven in the tree ahead and roars, stomping towards him. Steven jumps off the tree and begins running for his life The huge Rex storms after Steven as he flees, dipping his head to try and catch the running prey. Steven didn't notice when his tail was snatched up by Alex With a howl of triumph, Alex catches Steven by the tail, whipping him upwards towards his mouth.(Soft or hard?) (Soft)Steven found himself looking at the sky as he plummeted to his doom Opening his jaws wide, Alex catches Steven on his tongue, closing his jaws sharply to plunge him into darkness. Steven feels something soft on him as he slips into his throat The giant Rex wasted no time gulping Steven down, his mighty roar splitting the air as he swallowed. Steven slid down into his stomach (sure Jon, no need to ask)(also OK, I guess you didn't even notice Shawn... kinda just ignored my post, or didn't see it) (Misty, don't forget Miles.) 'What, you don't like me?' she asks. Miles blushed. "I... It's just unexpected. It's not like I have much choice, anyway..." she giggles, licking his cock again. Mikes gave a soft moan. "L-lets do this..." she pushes him gently to the ground. Miles's shaft was sticking out, and Miles was blushing. She smiles, rubbing her pussy over it. Miles gave a soft moan. She lets his cock slip in. Miles moaned louder, starting to thrust. She moans as she bucks against him, her tail swishing happily. Miles moaned more, leaking precut. She kisses him deeply, her busy squeezing around his shaft. Miles moaned, kissing back as he cums. She growls out as orgasm hits, her pussy milking him dry. Miles panted. "Th-that was amazing..." she smiles, kissing him. 'Im glad you liked it. I loved it.' Miles kissed her back. "W-what now?" she smirks. 'Well I have an idea...' Miles tilted his head. "What?" she gets off him, slippingmher pussy over his feet. I blush at the lick from misty Miles blushed. "What are you doing...?" she smiles, taking him in further. Misty nuzzles him. Miles realized what she was doing and smiled, squirming playfully. I smile chuckling 'shall we go back to my place?' she asks. (Don't forget Miles) "ok" I said she nods, picking him up and placing him on her back. She then heads to her cave. She moans out, sucking him in up to his knees. Miles squirmed more. "Why are you doing this?" I wait for the arrival 'well, what better place to keep you?' she asks, taking him in up to his waist. They soon reach the cave, joining Bella and miles. 'Nice to see you found a friend too.' Miles looked up and waved as he was taken in. "Hey, there." 'Hey to you too.' she says, chuckling.Bella starts taking in his torso. Miles grinned, squirming. I smile and wave misty lets him down. 'Make yourself at home.'Bella soon sucks him in up to his neck. "Ok thank you" I said with a bow Miles closed his eyes, preparing to be in the last of the way. (What post, Misty?) name: Cara Mactyregender: female species: human digest/not: you can if you want, or keep her as an infinite source of delicious meat, your call can/can't reform: cannot, or at least she doesn't think so. (depends on red's preference)preferred more types: any but hard really.Carey's boat washes up onto the shore as she quickly leaps off of it "phew, land sweet land!!" she shouts, kissing the ground. She had been stranded for about a week out at sea after she was blown off course. Without a proper map, she had no idea where she was. But thankfully, with her supplies running low, she spotted this place and quickly charted course The ground shakes as Alex walks, his deafening roars echoing through the jungle as he searches for more prey. Steven squirm s in Alex's stomach (I'm getting my people mixed up again, sorry. Besides, the problem seems to have fixed itself)Shawn was STILL watching Alex from s distance.Bella sucks him in completely, sending him to her womb. Miles curled up inside. She burrs happily, loving the feel of him in there. Miles snuggled her womb wall. "I'm glad you found me..." 'Im glad too. I could get used to having you around.' she says. Miles chuckled. "Considering I have no ways of leaving this island, you'll have to." she giggles, rubbing her stomach. Miles cuddled up to her touch. I smile at misty 'anything you'd like me to do?' misty asks.Bella smiles, rubbing more. "No I am ok thank you" Miles cuddled close. "So, what now? Are you going to make me your child?" Alex pauses, sniffing the air. Turning, he picks out Shawn in the distance and begins to stomp towards him. She giggles. 'If you like.'(finally noticed him, huh?)Shawn sees him coming, trying to make a run for it. (Been dipping in and out over a couple busy days, sorry for missing you)Now that Shawn is running, Alex can see him more easily; with a bellow, he strides after his new prey, closing the distance swiftly. Miles grinned. "That would be nice..." (no worries, happens to the best of us)he tries to outrun him, but he was getting tired fast.'shall I start right away, or wait a bit?' she asks. Misty nods, nuzzling him. Miles shrugged. "Whenever you'd like." Lowering his head, Alex opens his jaws wide and stretches his neck out, hoping to catch Shawn in his teeth as he lunges. Shawn looks back in time to see his mouth catch him. Alex scoops Shawn up into the air as he tips the human into his mouth, his long teeth crashing down. Shawn keeps as he's engulfed by Alex mouth. His prize caught, Alex tosses Shawn up in the air a little so he can crunch down, hungrily devouring the unfortunate human, (wait, you're saying he crunched disown on him, or swallowed whole? Im ok with either, just making sure I'm reacting the right way) (As in crunch, crunch, nom. I'm a Rex after all. Just wanted t leave it open if you wanted to just be swallowed) Miles shrugged. "Whenever you'd like." (well you're the red, just choose one and ill go along with it. But if you do hard, keep it in spoilers, especially if its graphic) (Don't forget about Miles, misty. We've also started the Café RP, and a bunch of players are looking to be eaten.) (How do you even do spoilers on this?) Alex makes quick work of Shawn, gulping him down whole without bothering to chew. (Try clicking "preview" once you've typed up your post. Spoiler should be an option.) (Ah right cheers) (or just use this: [spoiler] your text [/spoiler] but without the spas between the brackets.Shawn keeps as he slides down Alex throat. Alex roars to the sky having swallowed down another unsuspecting human, feeling Shawn fall into his stomach as he stomps off. Steven looks around the walls, feeling around. Shawn slips into his stomach. 'Well this is a fine mess.'Bella starts to regress him. (Misty DON'T forget about Miles.) (i didn't, I changed my last post) Miles falls asleep. Bella rubs her belly contently. Miles fell into a deep sleep, comforted by his mother's heartbeat. As he soon regresses to his fetal form, his body is placed in an egg and starts changing. Miles felt none if this, his mind elsewhere. I blush as misty nuzzles me misty grip his clothes in her teeth, ripping them off. 'I think you'll be more comfortable this way.' I smile and lay down she smiles, laying next to him, placing her large head in his lap. (So...what do we do next with Miles?) I chuckle "I never thought I would meet a T. rex in person" (hmm, good question. We could just have her lay his egg now)misty giggles. 'Ill bet.' (Sure, go ahead. Don't forget out private RP's.) "Who else is there?" Steven feels around for whoever was there Cara stretches herself as she begins walking along the shore "where the hell am I exactly?" she wonders as she wanders 'at least I'm not Alone in here.' Shawn says.Bella feels he's ready, proceeding to push the egg out. "Who's there? Steven feeling for Shawn Feeling Steven and Shawn moving around inside him, Alex sees Cara on the beach. He gives chase with a roar. 'Just another person caught by this guy.' he says. "Oh, hey." He reaches Shawn but can't see him Carey hears the noise and turns. Seeing the giant creature, her eyes widen as she tries to run back to the boat, barely climbing aboard before he would reach he Alex lowers his head, catching the front of the boat in his jaws and pulling up, wrenching the boat out of the water and onto the beach in a spray of shattered parts. She shrieks and terror as she lands, wincing as she feels something break in her leg. She tries to hide among the rubble Alex dips his head towards the wreckage, a low growl coming from his throat as he sniffs Cara out in the rubble. She would be the only thing there that smelled delectable, she tries her best to hide, but her scent was a dead give away I smile putting my lower half in her maw Shoving aside the wreckage, Alex spots Cara lying there; he lunges at her with his giant gaping jaws. She has no time to react. She screams in terror and shuts her eyes Alex grabs her by the leg and scoops her into the air, pinned by his teeth.(Soft/hard?) (I prefer soft please, and do you want her to be able to reform or not?)she screams into his mouth, only one of her legs able to kick around as she squirms against him (Soft and reform is fine)Alex tosses her limply into his mouth, his tongue sliding her towards his throat. She tries to hold on, grasping at each end of the tongue, trying to avoid her fate Alex tosses his tongue up and down, trying to shake her off the slippery wet surface into his throat. She was losing her grip "st stop it, let me go." she tries to reason with it, that being her last hope Miles felt himself shift a little in the egg. As a Rex, Alex was not in the habit of releasing prey once caught. He gave a final swallow to drag Cara down. "Son of an" is all she can say before she is enveloped by his throat, trying her best to slow her descent any way she can Alex continues to swallow, his powerful muscles forcing her down. She can't gain any traction, and she quickly plops into his stomach, kicking and shouting Now with a trio of victims in his stomach, Alex stomps off to rest. She begins to cry loudly "Hey, is that someone else?" Steven asks "h what? Hello? Is someone there?" Steven reaches for her "Yep, two others." "Oh god....have either of you thought of a way out of here?" she asks hopefully "Well, there's always the back end, but I don't think you would be willing to go that way. Not to mention he'd probably eat us again." "What do you mean AGAIN, last I checked, digestion was permanent!!" "Well, maybe we could force our way through the intestines." He said she shakes her head "intestines are meant to absorb and convert what the stomach could not, going in there isn't advisable" she remembers how digestion is supposed to work...then again, they hadn't actually been studying dinosaurs when they went over that lesson! "True, but I was thinking more along the lines of blast through the intestines rather than slide through." He says reaching into his pocket Alex's stomach begins to fill with acids as he begins the digestion process. "Oh god, well, whatever your plan is, you'd better hurry it up" she whined, trying to keep away from the acid as long as possible "Well this is a stretch, but I need you two to get into my stomach." He says panicking Alex's stomach fills rather quickly, the level of acid rising. "......wait what? How is that going to help!? "I'm a Shape-shifter, and I can convert my and whoever's inside me into whatever I want. Now hurry!" He sucks down Shawn. "Ummm... I HHH" she hesitates The acid climbs up their legs, hissing a little. "Hurry up, this stuff's getting to me." Steven winces "ohhhh....fine, but if I die, I'll kill you" she says strangely as she heads over to steven nods as he sucks up her body. Once she was inside, he converted his body into an acid proof needle and plunged into the acid car awaits, having no other choice at this point Shawn waits. Steven plunges through the tiny hole leading to the intestines. Alex would feel a tiny pinch (Don't forget about Miles.) the egg soon slips out. Miles stayed curled up, unsure what to do. 'Whenever your ready, just break through.' she tells him. Steven transforms into a smaller version of himself, So that he could walk through the intestinal tract "Okay, now you two can come out." He said as he began to bring them up. (wait, are they now tiny as well?) Miles nodded, punching the shell to break out. (Yep, you're small like Steven) as she comes up "wait what just....h happened?" "We have to get out of here before we end up absorbed into his system." He warns letting out Shawn. "Wait...what do you" her eyes widen "We have to run NOW!" He pulls both of them as he begins to run she screams in pain, her leg still broken "You're kidding me!? " He picks her up and proceeds to run for dear life. "Ahhh damn it, just leave me, I'm just slowing you down" she says sadly "True, but you trusted me with your life, and I'm not going to leave you behind." Steven says running through the walls with the two. She groans "think, we get out, guess what's going to happen? We'll be chased by him again, I'd just get eaten again anyway" "If that were the case, I'm prepared." He continues to run. She groans, "you're going to use me as bait aren't you?" "No, I'm not sadistic lifework!" Steven stops as his foot seems to get stuck on something. He looks down and notices that his foot is being absorbed by the intestine "WHAT!?" He yanks his foot but to no avail as his other foot begins to sink. "Ahh damn it" she rolls off, wincing as she does so, and using whatever strength she has left pulls on his leg as well Steven grabs a piece of his fur and gives a piece to each of them. "Take these and eat them quickly!" He said as his waist sank into the floor. ".....eh?" "These are a part of me, when you're digested by these walls, you'll reform near me!" He strains as his midsection is drawn in. "...this seems...illogical" "H-Hurry!" Steven says as his chest is sucked up. She's about too, but a sudden pull on her legs cause her to wince, and drop it "n no!" Steven uses his hair to grab it and pull it back to her. "Quicklime! His head sinking inside. She tries to reach it, but she looses her balance and falls As the last of Steven fades, his hair launches into her mouth and drops the ball of fur she ate it and sighed in relief as she began to sank in, however, her own unknown, innate ability to reform was battling for control over his Steven's hair receded into the floor as the rest of him was absorbed. Bella watches intently.(not even sure what to do with Shawn at this point) (Well he's in an intestine bent on absorbing all of us. It's already got me, and it's working on RJ.) Cara stood no chance, she too was absorbed into the intestine (come on people, don't let this one die like all my others.) (Might help if you responded to my last post with Miles.) (I did. Its even on this page) (Oh, my bad.) Miles got the shell to open. (it happens)Bella nuzzles him happily. Miles looked down at himself, wondering how he'd changed. She smiles, LIC, ing him lovingly. 'How you like your new body?' Miles smiled. "It's...weird..." 'you'll get used to it, son.' she said, smiling. Miles snuggled up to her, smiling. She giggles, hugging him close. Miles hugged back. "What now, momma?" 'Well, what would you like to do?' she asks. Miles shrugged. "I don't know...never been a raptor before." I look at misty "why was I still alive when you were chewing on me?" I ask (Where are we?) 'I can bring my prey back if I so choose.' she tells him.Bella smiles, licking him over.(no clue honestly) Miles giggled as she licked. (I think we can assume all three of our chars were digested, the only question I can think of is if my chars ability to reform should take precedence, and she doesn't reform with you or not) (Oh, okay)Steven reforms in the forest "Ref. Ow." Shawn reforms elsewhere. 'That was, interesting...'Bella giggles, licking him over completely. Cara also reforms in another place "I.g guess that worked...sort of" she groaned, her leg was still broken name: Pearlie Richardson gender: Female species: Human digest/not: Yes please can/can't reform: Has to, though I don't like reformingprefered more types: Any more except av (welcome. I can send someone after you. Would you prefer m or f, and any form in particular?) (Any press are good for me, male or female doesn't matter. Surprise me.) name: ulisesgender: male species: t readiest/not: only if wanted reform/can't: can reform his preprepared more: any except dirty av Miles giggled. "Do I taste nice?" (Seems perfect)Pearlie woke up to a loud roar. She opened her eyes wide and sat up on the ground. She has no idea what this place is, but she thinks it's just a jungle." What kinda' animal roars like that?" she asks herself as she examines the thick greenery in front of her. (may Carey have one too? I'd prefer a slightly smaller, fierce Dino if its possible" (sure)name: buster gender: male species: raptor digest/not: only if wanted reform/can't: can reform preprepared more: any except dirty valises picks up Pearlie scent, heading her way. Buster was hunting around for a good meal. Cara winced as she stood up, no way she could run like this. But she tried her best to limp away, hoping t find something/someone Pearl hears heavy footsteps in the distance. Heavier than that of any animal she'd heard of. "Only Dinosauria bethatloud!" she exclaimed, exposing her position to Lies. She hadn't been any the wiser that she was to be a meal. I smile "so who is this raptor with you?" I ask (Hello? Anybody>) buster spots Carey, moving in.(sorry)lies hears pearl, running towards her. Cara turns, wincing again "h hello?" she thought she had heard something, buster would notice that Cara had a rather delightful, attractive smell Pearl begins to question what that stomping was. I-I mean. What k-kind of living animal m-makes that large a footstep? She could feel the pounding now. She backed up a bit until Lies comes into view. Furthermore, she was sweating now, which only is enhancing her flavor by the second. Misty smiles. 'Were kinda old friends.'busters nostrils flared. He suddenly rushes her, pouncing on her.lies lowers his head, scooping pearl up. She is forced to the ground, pinned by busters attack "n new, s someone help!!" Pearlie didn't have time to react until she was in the powerful reptile's jaws. She began hollering and screaming. Her voice became strained and she was now making tired noises. Buster smells her over, finding her scent intoxicating.lies starts licking her over. (I'm alright with just about anything but hard more by the way)she does her best to struggle against him, her sweat mixing with the pheromones" Pearlie squirmed at the touch of Lies's tongue, but began to like it the more it happened. She tastes of a delicious sirloin steak. She was smiling now. Furthermore, she didn'twant like it, but she did. Name: Carter gender: Male species:Human digest/not: depend scan/can't reform: careered more types: no av no CV no hard (Misty dolphin) Carter was flying over head when his plane suffered a catastrophic failure and crashed in the forest below Steven began wandering around the forest. (sorry, I'm not on 24/7, you know)lies savors her taste, licking every inch of her. Buster couldn't get enough of her scent, starting to lick her over. Pearl, having the time of her life, plays along with it, forgetting what comes next. He starts using his tongue to slip her clothes off. Lies's tongue was touching her bare skin, and she didn'teven care that she was naked at this point. His tongue went over her breasts and between her legs. Pearl let out a soft moan of pleasure. She loved this. 'Keep behaving this well, and I might have to keep you around.' he tells her, slipping his tongue into her pussy. Pearl moans again, louder this time. Waves of pleasure went through her. She took no notice that Lies had spoken. His tongue slips in deeper, tasting everything it can reach. Pearl is climaxing now, a little more of this and she'll orgasm. His tongue slips into her womb, licking the walls. The pleasure gets very intense then. After a few more licks she orgasmed. He laps up her juices, living the taste. Bliss and shock crashed in her head. That was amazing. But this is a dinosaur! He waits til she's done before sending her down to his belly. Pearlie's eyes widened as she suddenly remembered what was happening in the first place, getting eaten. By the time she reacted she was already traveling downsides's pulsating throat. He burrs happily as she slides to his belly. 'don't worry, even if I digest you, I can bring you back.' It was dark, and Pearl's eyes had not adjusted. She was rubbing the stomach walls around her, unaware that it would kick-start the digestive system. His stomach starts to fill with acid. 'don't worry, I can make it painless.' Pearlie's rubbing stopped, and she adjusted herself in the stomach oculists. "Please, do," she says. As the acid covers her, she starts to dissolve. As promised, she didn't feel a thing. Pearl reforms next to Lies, still naked. Breezyshe thinks. He smiles, giving her an affectionate lick. 'How do you feel?' "How do I feel," she repeated. "How is one supposed to feel after getting fucked and eaten by a dinosaur?" She sighed. "Under those circumstances, I feel great." he nods. 'Guess I was a little, over eager.' he says, chuckling a bit. "Wait," she pauses,"Not to mention it was atalkingdinosaur." She laughs, then says, "Well that's another fetish added to the ever-growing list." 'Glad you enjoyed it. Your welcome to stay withe if you like.' he tells her. Cara tried to struggle against him, and buster would notice the flavor was perhaps even better than the intoxicating smell buster sunk his teeth into her clothes, ripping them off.(if they hadn't been already. I lost track) Steven looks around the forest, not wanting to stumble across any predators (we can say that they refer with her)she screams loudly, but still can't do anything, she tries to push your maw away with her hands as she lies underneath you, exposed Carter was out cold from the crash, his plane wrecked on the forest floor (small bump misty) (sorry about that)buster takes a moment, looking her over. 'Mmm, very nice, I'm going to enjoy this.' he says with a smirk. Her struggles are halted for the briefest moment as her eyes widen in surprise "d did you just..." I smile up at misty "could you make me your child?" I ask blushing 'if that's what you want.' she says, smiling.buster smirks. 'What? Never seen a dinosaur talk before?' Jon wanders around I smile "thanks momma" I chuckle "I've never seen a DINOSAUR let alone one that can talk!" name: Engender: Male species: Human digest/not: Both can/can't reform: Can if the red wishesprefered more types: All types after sailing the open ocean in a lifeboat after a freak faraway storm, On disembarks on Dino Island He begins to set up camp on beach, hearing strange noises coming from inland (welcome to the RP)she smiles, laying on her back and spreading her legs. 'Climb on in.'he chuckles. 'Well if you behave yourself, I might keep you around.' Jon sighs as he's lost I climb in Misty pussy "I love you soon to be my momma" (I REALLY need a permanent red for Shawn. Kinda tired of my press getting all the attention, while my only preys getting ignored entirely)misty smiles, her pussy starting to pull him in. (Okay, I've not read almost any of this, but because Misty's asked me to join, I will :3)name: Sofia gender: Female species: Trendiest/not: If you want~can/can't reform: Can reformprefered more types: Any but hard (Okay, so what're you looking for, Misty?) (your Sofia sounds perfect)Shawn wanders the island, hopelessly lost. (Yeah, but I meant, how would you like her to act, and so on?) (hmm, maybe dominating but not really in a mean way more she just likes playing with her food. Other than that, I leave up to you) (In that case...) Shawn would come across a large lump of something scaly, laying there in between the trees. (we REALLY need more people, know anyone else that might want to join?)he looks it over curiously. ''well, this is strange.' (Personally, no. I'd just let people find it and join only if they're interested!) An eye suddenly opens up right in front of him, and the huge T. rex that it belongs to opens up her maw right in his face! "BOO!" she shouts playfully! (fair point)he keeps, falling backwards in shock. 'Who the what the where the?' he stammers. (What do you mean, forget? Give me a chance to write my replies, man!) Sofia (for indeed, it is she!) bursts out laughing, rolling about on the floor at Shawn's reaction. "Got you~" she exclaims, rolling back over to fix her gaze on him once more. (yeah, after my post, I noticed you had posted on it just before I finished, my bad)Shawn starts scooting backwards slowly. 'D-dpnt scare me like that.' "Why not?" she teases, following him by crawling along on her belly. He chuckles nervously as he ends up backing into a tree. 'Eep! Well, for one you almost gave me a heart attack.' "Oh, it wasn't that bad," she says offhandedly, advancing on him until her snout might as well be touching his chest. 'W-what are you going to do to me?' he asks nervously. "Chat, talk... If I'm feeling particularly nasty, I might even make friends with you!" she teases, her joking nature obvious in her voice. 'So your not going to hurt me?' he asks. "Now, why would I do that?" she asks, a playful glint in her bright eyes. "You mean that just because I'm the biggest predator on the planet, I have to go around hurting people?~" 'IIM sorry i, i didn't mean it like that... it just never hurts to be certain.' he says rather sheepishly.(hated) She chuckles again. "That's okay, as long as you make it up to me..." 'Ok, just name it.' he tells her. (hey misty dolphin could we have a time skip for me becoming misty's child?) Sofia's huge maw opens up right in front of Shawn's face. "Feed me~" she purrs. He chuckles nervously. 'Uh, ok... anything in particular I can get you?'(sure)time passes, and before long misty starts laying his egg. "Oh, I don't know... Let me think. How about... A human... Let's make it male... About... Your height? And your weight, too... And your body shape... But without any clothes on," she tells him playfully, stretching her maw open once again! "Oh, and see if you can get him to walk right into my mouth! You think you can do that for me, sweetie?" he keeps. 'I think it be rather difficult to... wait a second, you're saying you want to eat me, aren't you?' he says, putting 2 and 2 together. Jon looks around "To be honest, I was shocked it took you so long to figure it out~" she purrs. 'But I thought you said you went gonna hurt me!' he says, starting to panic.(anything you'd like, Jon?) "I did," she replies, backing him up a little further. "What's your point?" 'You just said you wanted to eat me!' jet ells her. (Hamm surprise me? "Yes!" she replies, feigning ignorance as she watches him flounder. "What's your point?" 'Well how can you eat me, AND not hurtle?' he demands. Jon wanders around "Nobody said anything about digestion. Or pain, for that matter," she tells him offhandedly. "Come on, get those clothes off! I want you inside me~" 'i don't really have a choice, dpi?' he asks, reluctantly doing as told. (maybe a labor tooth tigress? Sofia grins playfully, her tail wagging gently as she opens up wide once more, moving back a little to give him some room to take off his clothes while her tongue rolls out like a literal red carpet for him to walk along. He blushes as he's soon completely naked. He nervously walks into her ion mouth.(sorry Jon)not far off, something's watching Jon. Jon looks around "h-hello? W-who's there?" a large furry creature pounces on him. 'Well well, what have we here?' she asks. Jon yelps and struggles Sofia closes her mouth around him carefully, allowing him to move as he wants on top of her huge, thick, slimy tongue for a few minutes before she gulps him down happily! He keeps as he slides down her throat. As he Alps into her belly, he curls up. 'It's not as bad as I thought.''ooh, feisty.' she says, licking him. "Exactly!" replies Sofia, getting back to her feet and beginning to walk off. She takes Shawn's clothes with her, though, just in case he needs them later. Jon squirms more 'so, what exactly are you going to do with me?' he asks, now more curious than scared. She purrs softly. "I told you earlier!" she exclaims, giggling a little. "Make friends with you because I'm such a big, nasty dinosaur! Raw! That, and I don't think you'd last too long out here on your own. Just look how easy it was for me to get you inside me, and I wasn't even threatening you!" he smiles, rubbing the walls. 'Thank you, really.' A low moan escapes Sofia's lips as he rubs the walls like that, and she slows down slightly. "A-and it feels amaaaaazing when I have things rubbing the inside of my belly~" he giggles, rubbing more vigorously. 'Ill unhappy to anytime you like.''and tasty too.' she says. Jon tries to get free Sofia's legs buckle under her as the rubbing speeds up like that, and she falls to the floor gasping and kicking weakly at the air as his rubbing arouses her so much! 'Oh poo, your no fun.' she says, taking his head in her mouth.Shawn giggles, not stopping for an instant. Jon meets and squirms more "please stop!" (@misty, don't forget the Slave To A Pokémon/Digimon thread!) The stimulation is enough to make juices gush from her pussy already, and her stomach squeezes in tight around his body! 'someone's enjoying herself.' he says, giggling.'what, a girl cant have fun?' she asks. Jon struggles more (get, is ult going to keep me waiting like this on EVERY RP?)'gee, your no fun.' she says, getting off. (I HAVE SO MANY THAT I CAN'T GET AROUND TO THEM ALL)"F-feels... Suitor good~" she moans, cumming a big puddle over the floor with her orgasm. (sorry, just I'm not exactly the patient type) ^^:'so I hear.' he says, giggling. She moans somewhat before standing up again, understandably shaky, and gets to walking back again as her stomach calms down. Shawn chuckles to himself, wondering if shed let him try something later. The thought alone turning him on. I soon hatch from the egg misty watches intently. I look at misty "mama" She soon makes it back to her cave, slipping inside and depositing Shawn's clothes on a high rock ledge that was too far up the wall for Shawn to reach, then curls up on the floor around her belly and purrs happily. 'So, do you have a name?' he asks. Misty smiles, nuzzling him happily. "My names' Sofia," she replies happily. "And you are?" I come out of the egg and cuddle up to misty 'I'm Shawn. it's a pleasure.' he tells her. Misty smiles, licking him affectionately. "You'REA pleasure~" replies Sofia, purring gently as he moves slightly inside her. I playfully ram into misty Shawn giggles, squirming more o-inside her. Misty giggles. 'Feisty.' I wanted to play fight misty she giggles. 'Ok, lets play then.' she says, giving him a bit of a shove with her snout. Sofia squeals again in delight, kicking her legs slightly as she already begins to near orgasm again! I fall over playfully 'done already?' misty asks, giggling. (Don't forget me, Misty~) (crap, sorry. Thought I already posted)Shawn giggles, rolling about in her stomach gleefully. I get up and ram into misty still play fighting 'c'mon, you can do better than that.' she says, blowing at him sending him backwards. I charge at misty again she opens wide so he ends up charging right down her throat. 'Too easy.' I chuckle "I love you mama" Sofia cries out as she orgasms all over the floor, panting heavily. Shawn smiles, rubbing the walls gently. 'Enjoying yourself, sweetie?''and I love you too soon.' misty tells him. I cuddle her stomach (great, lavas on, and cults not responding. Looks like I'm stuck) Jon wanders around Sofia groans again, kicking her legs a little. (is there a way for me to come back in again?) (well I can send any guy you like your way, RJ)Shawn giggles. 'Ill take that as a yes. If you're up for it, I have an idea we could try.' "Oh?" asks Sofia curiously. Shawn giggles, finding the entrance to her intestines. 'I do hope your clean back here.' he says, starting to slip in. She moans gently, twitching in pleasure as he enters the clean bowels. He wriggles his way in, rubbing against the walls as he goes. I cuddle misty's tummy "love you to mama" "MMM... O-oh...!" moans Sophia as she feels the little human working his way through her system! His head pokes out of her tail hole, almost out fully

dino vore island (open to all)|rating:2.0

Klarusia Institute (Accepting) (Really Need Orderlies)

RULES: 1) No covering, please. Romance is encouraged, though--any type of couple is welcome! (Boy-girl, boy-boy, girl-girl, adult-teen, adult-child...but be appropriate, please.) Make it interesting! 2) NO. TEXT. TALK. This is a pet peeve of mine. 3) No god-modding. 4) Be courteous. (Swearing is allowed; come on, I'm not five. XD) 5) Don't bash other people. It's not nice. 6) If you are an orderly or are a patient who's escaped, you are not limited to just the Institute. Explore Klaus, too, if this is the situation. 7) Violence is allowed. If you have a problem with very gory situations beforehand, by all means, voice it, and we will all try to avoid descriptive gore. 8) PM me your character profile (s) before you post anything here. I will either approve or disapprove. (I may tell you why and how to fix it, if you can.) If I approve, you have the go-ahead to start. 9) If you're just starting, please re-read through all the existing posts so you know what's going on. RULES FOR ORDERLIES: 1) You may be employed by the Institute, but you are not God because of it. Obey the rules! 2) You can have relationships with patients as well as other orderlies. 3) Should a patient escape, you may give chase and bring them back. 4) You are allowed to torture or physically harm a patient if they are disrespectful, nasty, or disobey rules. There must be a reason for the abuse, or you will get in trouble with a higher-up. 5) You can grant patients their freedom if you can get two other orderlies to assess and approve them. 6) You can either live in Klaus or live in the Institute's employee quarters. This is where you will go at the end of your shift if you don't want to spend time with patients. RULES FOR PATIENTS: 1) Your escapes must be pre-planned and well-thought-out. You can't just randomly jump out a window or run out the entrance. 2) Unless you are a high-risk patient, you are allowed in the patient lounge at any time during the day. 3) Along with your fellow patients, you sleep in a large, co-ed age-indifferent compound with hundreds and hundreds of bunk beds lined up next to each other. Each of you is assigned a bunk-mate who takes the free bunk. 4) The orderlies are allowed to boss you around if you're disobedient or mouthy. Deal with it. 5) There must be a valid reason why you were admitted to the Institute. Explain in detail in the profile skeleton provided. 6) You can have relationships with orderlies as well as other patients. How the Institute Tells It: Salutations. Welcome to the Klaus Institute. Here, we aim to make our patients better people and better prepare them for society. We give them second chances at being good, wholesome people and 'fix' any errors. We believe that it is our duty to make sure our patients leave treatment happy, healthy, and perfect human beings. Furthermore, we hope you enjoy your stay. The Truth: Klaus, the isolated island community around this Institute, is made out to be a blissful utopia. In fact, the people there are mindless followers of the government and have no free will; no ambition at all. The few that do resist this lifestyle are brought to the Institute to be 'fixed.' They aren't tortured unless they misbehave, and they are 'retaught' the ways of mindless Belarusian life. Usually, patients of this Institute are released back into Klaus feeling blissful. Sometimes, however, there are patients that, in the Institute's eyes, will never be a working part of Belarusian society. People that are not and never will be 'normal' and 'perfect.' This is where they're all thrown into...CHARACTER SKELETON:Don't Forget It! : (Full Name)Pulling My Strings... : (Username Of Role-Player)Shades Of Graph Wait... : (Color Of Text For Character)This Many Candles... : (Age and Birthday)Close-Up! : (Picture and Short Physical Description)In My Pants! : (Gender)In Their Pants! : (Sexual Orientation)Let Me Lay It Out For You... : (Reason For Admittance or Employment)A Glimpse Into The Past... : (Short Biography)My Spare Time! : (Hobbies and Talents)There's More? : (Other Information)Please send me your character bio in this format in your PM. Have fun, and please obey my rules. ORDERLIES:Don't Forget It! Termed ApollonPulling My Strings... : Mira-Charma13Shades Of Graph Wait... : Pink This Many Candles... : Nineteen, October 23rdClose-Up! Short with spiky white hair, pinkish eyes, and pale skin. Wears dull gray, black, and white clothing. In My Pants! Male In Their Pants! Gayle Me Lay It Out For You... : Forcefully overthrew the last Warden of the Institute to become the new Warden. Has been here ever since. A Glimpse Into The Past... : He was born outside Klaus. He always wanted things under his control, people included. He wanted people to be obedient little sheep that would do whatever he said whenever he said it. This is how he gained interest in the Institute. He tricked the previous Warden into letting him in for a friendly game of cards. In an hours' time, the old Warden had mysteriously gone missing and had apparently named Termed his successor. He is not human--he immigrated to Klaus from an overseas Kingdom of vampires. My Spare Time! Card games, Torture, Intimidating people, Playing pranks on people, Pandas There's More? He is a vampire that is rumored to have the ability to drive people mad. He is also the Warden of the Institute. ---------- PATIENTS:Don't Forget It! Charms BasiaPulling My Strings... : Mira-Charma13Shades Of Graph Wait... : Light Green This Many Candles... : Sixteen, April 6thClose-Up! Small and thin, with bright blonde hair reaching to his shoulders, rainbow-colored eyes, and pale, slightly-freckled skin. Wears a lot of bright, weird clothing. In My Pants! Male In Their Pants! Bisexual Let Me Lay It Out For You... : He was considered too 'weird' by his parents at the age of two and brought in for examination. He was determined to have multiple personalities, bipolar disorder, and manic depression and was admitted into the Institute's custody. Actually, the Institute just placed him there because he was incredibly strange, bright, and free-willed. A Glimpse Into The Past... : He was born into life as any other Belarusian baby was. However...he was destined for trouble with the limited lifestyle his parents had brought him into. He was very free-willed and artsy, and he was also very bright. He was curious by nature and wanted to know everything. Even at the age of two, this scared his parents--he was able to walk and talk, a bit brokenly, already and was asking them questions about everything he could properly pronounce. His parents were afraid of him, and took him to the Institute, where he was immediately imprisoned. He has been there ever since, for fourteen years. My Spare Time! All forms of art, reading, dancing, singing, fashion There's More? Charms has the peculiar power to change his eye color at will. Quote: Originally Posted by [Dream. Upon] Don't Forget It! Rayne Marianna Lactate Pulling My Strings... : [Dream. Upon] Shades Of Graph Wait... : Corn flower blue This Many Candles... : 17, July 7 Close-Up! She has pale white hair that falls just past her shoulders, with pale blue eyes that have gone opaque from her blindness. She tends to wear light colored clothing, like soft blues or oranges and occasionally on bad days black. In My Pants! Female In Their Pants! Bi-curious Let Me Lay It Out For You... : She is a different child since she was born, having been born blind. However, by the age of 10 they had sent her in to be examined. After that visit she was diagnosed with schizophrenia, dream anxiety disorder, manic-depressive disorder, and Congenital insensitivity to pain (Not being able to feel pain). However, she was simply a child with many misfortunes several inner working problems. A Glimpse Into The Past... : Rayne was born into Klaus into a small poor family that really did not want her. However, when she was born blind they took it upon themselves to raise her. Over the years they started to notice issues upon which she would be hearing people that were not speaking and having horrible nightmares which would leave her screaming all night long. Her parents gave her up to the Institute hoping that she could be reformed, even though they clearly knew it would be impossible. My Spare Time! Drawing, reading, playing the piano, wandering. There's More? Rayne has the ability to read other's mind, with or without her control. Unfortunately, it leads many to believe that she has many disabilities. Quote: Originally Posted by Reader Dark side Don't Forget It! Neo Daemon Pulling My Strings... : Reader Dark side Shades Of Graph Wait... : Gray This Many Candles... : 19 Years Old. January 5th. Close-Up! Normally dressed in a tanning white straight jacket, his arms securely fastened. He has light gray eyes, blonde almost white hair that normally partially covers his eyes from sight. Occasionally he will have some sort of mask, to prevent him from biting, but it is not often. In My Pants! Male In Their Pants! Straight Let Me Lay It Out For You... : Much more than probable cause for insanity. He was institutionalized for multiple accounts of assault, necrophilia and cannibalism, as well as a severe case of Split Personality Disorder and schizophrenia. He is required to remain secure in the straight jacket at all times. A Glimpse Into The Past... : Being orphaned at an early age, Neo was something of those "raised with wolves" types. He was fostered in countless homes, always changing houses due to him running away. He eventually made his way off into the woods, and began fending for himself. While outside of civilization, Neo soon began the act of speaking to himself, having every day conversations with his own mind, that soon escalated into a full-fledged Split personality Disorder. Neo would swap between several different personalities, and stopped talking to himself after this point. Most of his personalities were that of twisted entities, created through his previous issues with schizophrenia. While living alone, he realized he had abilities that normal people did not have. Psychokinetic abilities that he could use at a whim through his mind. Since his mind was so severely fractured and torn up with all the different minds that were held within, he struggled using some abilities while greatly increased other ones. Once he had mastered the use of his powers, he had decided that now would be the time to come back to society once again. With this is wild acts of murder and bloodshed was laid out. Leaving half-eaten corpse, and sexually assaulted half-eaten corpse behind as he moved from city to city. Soon he was caught up with, captured and thrown into this institution, and with its combination of people and isolation, he has decided that this would be a suiting home, though he tried to escape anyway, just to cause trouble. My Spare Time! Cannibalism, Destroying things, causing havoc, Escaping, flirting, enjoying himself. There's More? Neo is a Psychokinetic. Quote: Originally Posted by Arcturus Sinclair CHARACTER SKELETON: Don't Forget It! Cadence David Tyrell. Pulling My Strings... : Arcturus Sinclair. Shades Of Graph Wait... : Dark green. This Many Candles... : 19. July 26th Close-Up! He’s got long black hair, to his waist and dark green eyes. In My Pants! Male. In Their Pants! Gay. Let Me Lay It Out For You... :. One day I was sitting on the curb after my shift at the club I worked at, and the next thing I remember is standing in the middle of the street and a car swerving to avoid me. Someone must have called the cops, and they brought me here. Turns out I got all sorts of mental issues like, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, Bipolar Disorder, Night Terrors and Sadistic Personality Disorder. A Glimpse Into The Past... : Ah, so you're interested about my life. Well, I'm sorry to say it's not a happy story. For as long as I can remember I was abused by my father. But when I was around...nine, I believe, I started fighting back. It was the only thing I could do. My mother never did anything to try to help me. When I was thirteen and my older sister Rise was fifteen, I convinced her to leave home. We lived on the street for about a year. Until we were attacked by two men. She...was raped and killed in front of me. I was being raped as it happened. I still relive that day in my nightmares. Or night terrors as they’re called. My Spare Time! Dancing, sex, playing the piano, and more sex. There's More? He’s very blunt and quick tempered. ((Okay I shall attempt to start this XD)) The morning sun shined through one of the cracks in the wall, it had been clawed at for so many years that now the outside could be seen. There was the faint sound of nature ascending through the room from the outside. The sound was deafening to her sensitive ears, awaking her from the dreamless dreams. It was a rare occurrence that she, Rayne Marianna, could actually sleep a full night without any of her crazy nightmares or occurrences of slipping into another's mind. At night, it was the worst, through her dream she could locate others and see what they were seeing, without any control. Unfortunately in this 'Institute', more comfortably known as the Asylum, well at least to her, had some of the worst people around, causing her nightmares to only become worse. She had suffered from this ability since she was young, mind reading was what she had figured out from the minds of those who experimented upon her seven years ago. They realized she had been different and could not be controlled outside these walls even if she suffered from a blindness that she suffered from since birth. Although, her being blind was not all bad, she had better hearing and other senses and had a pretty acute memory, especially seen through the eyes of others. However, on mornings like this she wished nothing more to be able to open her eyes and see the morning sun with her own eyes, not just those of others. Rayne yawned loudly as she sat up in her uncomfortable bunk. There was noise all around her, those speaking aloud and those thinking in their heads. Many were just noises and random thoughts of those who had terrible disabilities. One struck her hard, making her grab her head and shut her eyes. It was one of the patients who had brutally murdered their parents when their rage took over. Rayne could feel not only the pain of doing such a horrible act, but also the anger this person had had. This was one of the reason she was stuck in here, her moods went haywire at some points when someone had a very strong emotion, and she was in her head. It was like her mind fed on it and brought it into her body so that it could read it. It was torturous and quite irritating. Furthermore, it was going to be another wonderful day. Yes, another day of 'fixing.' Termed didn't really care about the welfare of the Belarusian people. Hell, he'd seen more intelligence displayed from a herd of cattle than from these idiots. However, it was an opportunity he simply couldn't pass up. For what if he could gain control of this brainwashed rabble? Oh, it would be a joyous day, indeed. All those willing, obedient subjects, ready to follow and obey at a moment's notice--what more could he ask for? There would hardly be room for error. His eyes narrowed a bit as he continued staring out the window of his office--the large one that overlooked the churning gray sea. He stroked the head of his favorite stuffed panda--he was obsessed with the chessboard-colored creatures. Speaking of errors...this Institute was full of them. Free-willed, strange people who always asked ambitious, far-reaching questions...people with disabilities...unruly children, the lot of them. In all honesty, Termed would rather have them exterminated than waste all this money trying to fix them. But the facts remained prevalent. There weren't that many people in Klaus to begin with, and if he wanted a strong society, he would have to preserve as many of them as he possibly could. And besides...he liked tormenting people into submission--it was a hobby of his. He liked the feisty ones the most... ---------- It didn't take all that long for Charms to wake up. This place was full of loud people, after all--some of them even talked to themselves sometimes. Charms was fascinated with the great array of people that lived here--he would always enjoy sitting down and listening to their stories, despite all the madness that went on around him on a daily basis. After a moment of just laying there in bed, he sat up, stretching his skinny arms out. Today was a new day! He wondered if there would be any new patients today, or any new activities the nicer orderlies had in store for them today. Every day was a new adventure for him. He wasn't stupid--not at all. He just simply couldn't see the bad in people. Even the Warden--Panda Man, as Charms affectionately called him--didn't seem to be a bad person to him. Everyone was good deep down, he always said. Everyone wanted to be nice to everyone else. Some people just didn't know how to be nice. Charms rubbed at his eyes and glanced around at his fellow patients. He was aware that some of the patients here actually did have genuine problems, but a lot of them were thrown in here for the same reason he was--they asked too many questions, and they were too 'strange' and 'not normal.' Sometimes, these people were driven insane because they were put in here. It was very sad. Despite all the time he'd spent here--fourteen years and...two or three months--he'd never gotten a bunk-mate. The others said he babbled in his sleep about strange things--non-existent lands under the sea, filled with strange creatures and brightly-colored plants...castles in the sky ruled by winged children...strange things, indeed. He did get along with the rest of the patients and some of the orderlies during the day, though. He was well-liked, for the most part. Furthermore, he just wished someone would listen to his odd stories, for once...people seemed intimidated by the creative things he spewed from his mouth... Oh, well. Today was a new day. Maybe he could make a new friend today! With everyone in motion, it would be time to get up anyway, otherwise the really crazy ones would force you awake with their rampant screams or incessant poking. Quite a few of them had OCD about people sleeping in till a certain time, that being specifically 7 A.M. Rayne yawned loudly, causing several people around her to cry out and cover their ears. After so many years of being locked in this place, several people had adopted quirks and pet peeves like yawning. This place could make people go insane if they are weak willed or weak-minded, it was simple as how long one could hold out. She opened her eyes wide, except darkness still appeared everywhere, this is what she had expected every day since she was born. She knew nothing of true color except for what others have seen, or what nature can look like to her. With her ability she can see the outside world through another's eyes, however it was in their own perception and was often crowded with thoughts. It made it frustrating when she can see the outside world but never really reach it. Today, however, she would not fret about the disabilities she could not change, but look towards something better. Although she had been within this place for over seven years, she had not been a very...well friendly person. She did not have a bunk mate because of her night terrors and also because many tended to stay away from her. They were afraid of her because she could see into who they really were and that was the greatest fear of many. They could fear imaginary monsters and the voices in their heads, but in reality they feared if anyone actually saw within their head, even if they had a problem, or they don't. Not many wish others to see what goes on in the workings in their head, and those around her had heard the stories about her. She moved from the bunk, using her normal senses to guide her away from other people and objects. Her opaque eyes shifted side to side, even though they were completely useless, she still felt as if she needed to use them regularly. Every day, she still hoped that she would one day see, and today was no change. The people around her shifted uncomfortably as she came near, most were clinically insane, however a few were just normal people that had been different. She had never been on the best of terms with anyone, except for maybe one person. Charms hopped out of his top bunk, ignoring the flailing and cries of nearby patients--he knew they weren't angry and meant no harm--and stretched. He was hoping to spend his time in the lounge today and possibly sneak in to see the high-risk patients. He was often the only person they ever got to speak to besides the orderlies that attended to them, and besides, he felt sorry for them because they were all cooped up in their cells and had to wear those constricting jackets. Charms was not a bad boy, but he found some if not all the Institute's rules too harsh and ended up breaking them on an almost-daily basis. He often got punished for this, but that was okay. No matter how much they hurt him, they would never take away his identity. He was a curious boy by nature and liked to push his luck when it came to the unknown. He'd once been caught outside by the orderlies, picking flowers in a nearby home's garden. When they brought him back, he ended up giving the bright pink flowers he picked to Termed--who was a sucker for flowers--and had gotten off the hook. He knew, however, if he got caught outside again...the results would not be as pretty. He shuffled over towards the door to the lounge and looked around, feeling a little lonely. Rayne maneuvered through the crowd of people who were either chatting quietly with each other or were talking to themselves. Their conversations ranged from anything of their imaginary friends to escape plans, however those could have possibly been within their heads. It was hard to tell the difference between the mind in voice, especially when they both speak of different things. Luckily, there was the lounge which was free to anyone who was able to get there or allowed there. Those in high control areas was not really allowed to mix with the others in fear they may harm or screw up the other patients. However, for Rayne it just made sure she did not have to see all the awful things they could be thinking or had done in the past. Just once she had seen someone actually eat another alive when one was brought in. It made her sick and caused her into the infirmary for a week because they believed she was having stress sickness. As she arrived into the lounge, she strained to hear if anyone was around, there were few voices as it was still early. Throughout the day it would get more filled, except few patients were entirely afraid of the room so it was definitely less crowded than the sleeping area. Rayne made her way to the seats in the room, where she could rest easily and hopefully get a little bit of drawing done. Although she could not see, she still drew images of what she thought things looked like. It was blind couture, something that most could not even try to do without peeking, except for her, it was impossible. Charms glanced around for a while, observing the other patients, and then slipped out into the lounge. He liked that this area had a window. Nowhere else could he sit and peer outside, even if it was through thick steel bars. He loved nature. He was glad to see that for the moment, there weren't any orderlies in the room. Furthermore, he liked and tolerated most of them, but there were a few he knew could get violent and had tempers...so he kept an eye out for them. These orderlies, as well as the others and a lot of the patients, seemed to like taunting him about his looks. Okay, okay--he did look really, really feminine, but that wasn't an invitation for teasing! Unless it was playful, of course. He preferred this teasing to the violence the orderlies usually displayed towards him, though, so it was a good thing, at times. He sat down on the windowsill and stared outside, smiling. His thoughts wandered as he did so. He had very weird and vivid imagination. The orderlies would get angry at patients if they used art to draw and paint things that could never happen or didn't exist, so he usually kept his thoughts restricted to his mind. At the moment, he was imagining a world of mermaids underwater. They all lived in a bright coral reef filled with fish and spent their days dancing and singing. It was a lovely thought... "Lets see now. How to go how to go. I wonder should I go Left? No? Okay I'll take— Wait Yes to left now? Ugh. Make up your mind Rand—What?! No. I just want to— Will you shut up! Jesus. I don't want to keep hearing your voice any— What the Fuck! Seriously Randy! Leave me the Fuck alone before I— No. Wait, why? No I was just going to go out— What do you mean it won't work!? Ugh!" Neo sat slightly curled up in the corner of a room, rocking slightly and mumbling to himself, every once in a while his head would raise as he spoke, as if he was replying to someone that was standing right in front of him. Of course to him there was someone standing there, and that was the reason that he would continue talking to them despite anyone trying to convince him that they weren't there. It was a rare occurrence that he would actually speak to one of those that he would see. Normally they were hideous victims of one crime or another he committed. Randy in particular was a man he had met in his early years of killing. He had attacked the man from behind, actually managing to remove one of the major delicacies of the body, the heart. The man was still alive, though his neck was broken until his heart was removed. Neo frowns slightly, his face creasing at odd areas, a sign of not showing much frowning in his day. It seemed that he had a lot more joy than sorrow." Fuck off Randy. I don't want to talk to you anymore— No! Don't continue talking, I said go away!" He says, his finally words entering a normal tone, as the heat of the corner heightens, the walls themselves becoming singed slightly with the full display of anger. His emotions stirring, a new persona emerging from within the mentally shattered folds that were Neo's being as he rose to his feet and thrust his whole body towards the imaginary man. The heat raising further into a spark of flame, and soon he was not seeing Randy anymore. Boy he had grown tired of seeing that mangled man, with the rib cage ripped through plain black shirt, still looking like he was freshly killed. With the anger subsiding, the still angry persona of Neo slowly began walking with a slightly odd swaying motion as he walks. The tiles beneath his feet singing with marks of soot before cooling over swiftly as he walks away. The only real damage he had caused was to the corner, and that was just cosmetics and nothing more. The picture simply came to her, it was beautiful, something she had never quite seen before. There were small fish swimming around the most colorful objects that she had ever seen. They were all different colors and shapes, commonly reminding her of sponges. The small fish moved silently through the objects, brushing their fins upon the sponges, and then the picture froze. It was perfect to draw, although she had a feeling that this was not her own memory as she had never seen something like this. However, it inspired her to throw her pencil across the page and caress it like there was nothing else in the world. Rayne kept drawing across the page, not really knowing if it actually looked good, but she drew from that simple picture. Unfortunately, she was unable to tell color from color so she refrained from using them, instead she replaced it with a black charcoal crayon. It could easily be blended and swift across the paper. Finally, after several minutes of drawing, she dropped the charcoal and sighed. What she would not do to be able to see what she actually had drawn. Unfortunately it was short-lived as people began to enter the lounge. Suddenly, her mind was flooded with disturbing thoughts and images. She had left it open to see the picture, and now it was catching everything. She lightly cried out and placed her head between her hands with her eyes closed tight. "Get out!" She growled, forcing her mind to shut out all the noise. This was one of the problems for why she was here, well besides the fact that she was different. She was considered a schizophrenia, and sometimes she was, the voices in her head sometimes made her believe she was nuts. It also caused problems to her nervous system which caused her to feel little pain. She could feel terrible inflicting pain, sometimes, however other times she could barely feel anything. It made her feel cold inside, and a bit lonely. Charms swayed back and forth a little bit, humming. A few other patients stared at him. Of course, this was common. His odd behavior always attracted stares and ridicule from the other patients. He simply brushed it off, small hands smoothing out his shirt. He was growing bored. And that was not a good thing. Having Charms Basis bored in such a confined environment could only lead to trouble. He ambled around the lounge idly, walking past the couches. He started to daydream again...this time about tigers in Indian jungles, muscles rippling as they sprinted across the night-filled tropics, back home. Furthermore, he sure wished he had somewhere safe and comfortable to run to... Suddenly, her mind opened up again, images blazing through. Some of the images were from the patients who suffered from mental illness, causing their screaming and tortures to fight through her self-conscious. However, she caught sight of images that reminded her of before. Rayne saw images of India, from what she could infer from the thoughts and pictures. There was a tiger within the jungle with its lean body and preying eyes. It was in search of food, as it always was, just on the hunt for excitement. Its instincts commanded it to prey on those smaller and weaker, while its body reacted. Such an elegant and powerful creature, it was opposite to those of the fish which were beautiful yet weak. "India is so beautiful." She muttered to herself quietly. She could sense that someone was near, the sound of their breathing impounding her ears. Furthermore, she looked dimly forward, for her unseeing eyes never truly knew where forward was. Furthermore, she gripped her charcoal again, attempting to freeze the picture so that she could perhaps draw it. Charms simply wandered about the lounge, near the couches, and sat down on one of the occupied ones, as far away from the other occupant as possible. He didn't want to intrude or be rude, after all. He continued to imagine. Imagination was one of the few things that kept him going these days. He dropped the tiger thought and began to create a city in the sky in his head, run by gold-skinned, winged cherubs. The wind would carry the sound of their music through the countless cities below the skies, harpsichords blended with the wailing sounds of their singing. He imagined that they would have nightly galas and waltz the night away under a sky filled with bright stars... Cadence grunts, annoyed, not really wanting to get up. After a few minutes he finally gets up and throws on clothes. He then wanders out into the lounge. He leans against the wall, folding his arms. Furthermore, he lurks there watching everyone and everything in the room. Furthermore, he seems content lurking alone. It's almost like he could fade into the wallpaper and be happy. (Love: He's a lurker. XD) Charms continued to wander around, mind lost in a world of wonderful, colorful fiction. As he wandered, he bumped into a rather tall man lurking around near the wall. Immediately, he bowed a bit. "My apologies, my friend," he murmured. He sounded like a girl. Too much like a girl. "I was daydreaming. Please don't alert the orderlies..." Cadence glances down at him. "It's fine, spacey. I don't feel like dealing with those assholes." He shrugs a bit, still looking down at him. Charms looked a little perturbed by the nickname as he straightened himself out again. "Um. Sorry, that's not my name. You must have mistaken me for someone else." He extends a hand, seeming very innocent. "My name is Charms." He tilted his head a bit. "I don't think I've seen you before. What's your name?" He seemed...a little too friendly for someone who's been cooped up in this place for so long. Cadence stares at his hand before shaking it slowly. "I'm Cadence. If you say the name's girly I will have no issue hitting you." He leans back against the wall slightly. "Names should not have genders," Charms replied dreamy, raising his arms in the air and spinning around slowly. "Names are not what give us our identities. Our natures are. We are all special, individual creatures. That is how the world is, and how it always will be." It seemed like he...went off like this...quite often. Cadence stares at him. "Can I have some of whatever you're on?" He's completely serious. Charms stared back, tilting his head. "What do you mean?" The question sounded completely sincere. He then, amazingly, looked down at his feet and lifted them separately. "I'm not standing on anything." Cadence rolls his eyes. "I meant drugs. What drugs are you on? And I want some." His lips quirk into a quick smile. "Oh," Charms replied, scratching his head. "I don't use them. They make my diabetic state worse." Charms was always very insecure about his diabetes. He worried that because of the little amount of food and nutrition he got in this place, he would get sick and die. Cadence raises an eyebrow. "Then you're naturally this strange?" He says this all very bluntly and without really thinking. Charms smiled. "No one in this world is strange, and no one is normal." Once again, he raised his arms a bit. This seemed to be a sign that he was going to start rambling again. "We are all unique and wonderful in our special ways. And yet, we are all the same. Life is such a beautiful thing...so many variations..." Cadence stares. "Until they all die." His voice takes on a very cynical tone, and he leans even more into the wall. Charms's smile didn't waver. "Life never ends, even after death. We are reborn, reshaped...perhaps we are placed into different worlds, different lands...but life never ends." "Maybe I should have prayed for death then. It'd be a hell of a lot better than this shit." He stares down at Charms. Charms's smile still didn't waver. "You should stay alive as much as you can. Because you can meet so many people...so many different faces, imprinted in your memory, forever!" He once again raises his arms. "Everyone you meet changes your life. Even if it is only minutely. Every single action will yield a response, or a consequence. Life teaches us so many things, good or bad. Why would you want to leave it so quickly?" "Anything's better than the shit I had to deal with before here. That was hell on earth." (I'm trying so hard to censor Cadence. And I can't. I really can't.) "As I said before..." Charms mumbles, nodding to himself. "Not all experiences in life are pleasant. But we will always learn something from them. Gain some insight." He raises his arms once more. "Just because something is painful or not enjoyable doesn't mean it wasn't a vital experience to you..." Cadence shrugs and mutters almost too low to be heard, "Then what's vital from getting your ass kicked all the time?" Charms was, amazingly, still smiling. "There is a reason why everything that has happened to you happened to you in the first place," he replied brightly. "While it may not have been a pleasant experience, you must have gained something of importance from it." Cadence stares at him. "I got scars. And fucking night terrors. That's what I got from that fucking experience." His voice is low and bitter. Charms tilted his head a bit. "Then you should use...now, where did I put it..." He dug in his small shoulder bag, which he always kept with him. "Ah-ha. Here." He held out what looked like a small, well-made, colorful dream catcher. "It has love woven into the threads," Charms informed him. "I'm...a little magical, you could say. This will keep your nightmares away. Jewish..." He smiled a bit more, happily. "That rhymed." Cadence just stares at it. "Does it have drugs in it?" "No." Charms tilted his head, and then raised his arms again. "It has love woven in every stitch. It keeps the bad things away. Nighttime meanies are repelled by the amount of love it radiates." Cadence snorts. "There's no such thing as love. It's a sham to get your own way." Charms shook his head, smiling. "Oh, but that is not the case. Love...happiness...kindness...these are the only true emotions in this world. Everything else is a desire...a desire that can be good or bad. In the end...love is all you have. Jewish..." Charms giggled softly. "I did it again." Cadence rolls his eyes more. "Whatever you say. And desire is fun." Charms tilted his head, puzzled. "Desire is not fun. It makes people do not-nice things. And then they end up hurt, or in jail. It makes people steal things..." He...doesn't seem to mention the other kind of desire. It may be that he has no idea what the other kind is... Cadence snickers. "Well that's fun too. But that's not what I meant. I meant the other type of desire. Which can be fun." Charms stared at him, slowly tilting his head. "There's another type?" His statement sounds painfully honest. Cadence shakes his head. "Never mind." He stretches and his back cracks loudly. Charms's face falls. "But... I want to know," he declares curiously, tilting his head more. "I had no idea there was another kind. Will you tell me, please?" Cadence sighs. "Fine. Don't blame me for breaking your mind. The kind I was talking about was sex." Charms stared at him for a moment, seemingly puzzled. "... What's that? I've heard the word thrown around before, but I don't know what it is." He tilted his head in the opposite direction. "Is it a precious jewel? A big bank somewhere holding a lot of money? Something valuable? A sport?" Cadence just stares. "I...am not explaining what sex is to you. That's just weird." Charms blinked. "But then how will I find out what it is?" He sounded a little sad that he couldn't figure out what it is. Cadence rubs his temples. "Sex is how babies are made." He smirks a bit at that. Charms still seems completely lost. It's...sort of amusing. "I don't understand," he responded, confused. Cadence chuckles. "You know what a baby is, right?" His tone is slightly patronizing. Charms's brow furrows a bit. "Certainly. A 'baby' is the infant form of a human being, carried by the mother for nine months and then birthed." "And what makes a baby?" Cadence seems quite amused with this. Charms ponders this. "I thought the mother made the child...and that the trigger for making the child was unconditional love from the father." Cadence rolls his eyes again. "The woman has the egg. The man has the sperm. The man puts the sperm into the woman via his dick. And if you ask me what a dick is I swear I'm gone.' Charms simply stared at him for a moment. "Oh. I guess that makes sense," he replied, nodding to himself. "But how is that desire...at all? Other than desire to have children...which is not really desire--just love." "Sex feels good, when done right. Which leads to desire of those feelings, also known as lust." Cadence yawns a bit. Charms still looks puzzled, but he doesn't press on it. "But other things feel nice, too..." He lifts his arms into the air. "The warmth of the sun on your skin...the ocean breeze...a conversation with a good friend...painting..." Cadence shrugs. "Sex releases endorphins. Which is why people like it." He looks amused. Charms still looked a tad confused. "But so does exercise. And making art does, too..." "I don't know. But I'm a masochist, so I like getting pain out of it." He shrugs. Charms still looked really, really confused. But he shrugged. "Whatever floats your boat." His eyes suddenly went hazy, like he was back to daydreaming. "My, I would love to take part in a sea-bound voyage..." Cadence rolls his eyes and leans against the wall again. He stares off into space, yawning. Charms simply stood there, a slightly empty look on his face as he daydreamed. Cadence stares at the wall and rubs his neck. "Damn. I'm bored," he mutters. Charms stood there, daydreaming away, like he didn't have a care in the world... Then suddenly, he started to sway a little bit. His stomach grumbled a bit, like he was very hungry. Cadence grabs his arm. "Sheesh. Go eat." He drops Charm's arm quickly. Charms blinked. "Oh. I must be hungry, yes...but I won't get any food until it's time to eat," he remembered idly. "My disease does not make me special, apparently... I can only eat when the time is right." Cadence shrugs. "I see." Charms nodded quietly, looking a little pale. Nonetheless, he continued to daydream, smiling. Cadence goes back to staring at the wall pensively. He folds his arms and sighs. Charms closed his eyes, still smiling. "I want to visit the ocean one day," he muses softly to himself. "I want to study the tide pools...swim with dolphins...feel the cool, salty water against my skin...inhale the marine air...feed seagulls...ride on a boat...go whale-watching...doesn't it sound lovely?" He sounded like he was half-speaking to himself. Cadence stares at the wall, but shrugs. He seems to be thinking. Charms spun around in a circle slowly, smiling. He also seemed to be thinking. But he was thinking happy thoughts... Cadence's thoughts don't look to be too happy. He keeps staring at the wall. Charms noticed after a while, and tilted his head a bit. "What is it?" "Hm?" he muttered, sounding distracted. Charms studied his expression. "You look like something is on your mind. Care to share? I won't judge..." "Just thinking," he says, evasively. Charms obviously wasn't going to settle for that...his curiosity had been peaked. "Oh, tell me, please! I so would like to know." Cadence rolls his eyes. "I'm fine. ... Or as fine as I can be in a place like this." Charms tilted his head more. "Well, this place is not as bad as some other places," he amended pointedly. "At least Panda Man is nicer than some other people out there." A few of the patients stared at him when he spoke of this Panda Man, obviously knowing it was Termed. Cadence shrugs again. "Whatever." Charms's face falls. "The light...the light of your soul. It's very dim," he notes, rather mysteriously. "You should be happy. That way, your light will always shine bright. It will be a beacon to others whose light has dimmed..." "I have no soul. It was beaten out of me. I also have no heart," he mutters, darkly. He folds his arms. Charms twirled in a circle. "Everyone has a soul. It's what makes them beautiful, unique!" Once again, his arms raised up into the air. "We all are heartfelt creatures deep down. We all have hearts and souls. Our hearts beat furiously, until we are prepared to make the journey from this world to the next. Our souls will never fade...the light will always remain strong..." Cadence snorts. "That's a bunch of shit." He's still quite blunt with his opinions. Charms smiled again. "Those who cannot see their own light will never believe it exists," he reminded him cheerily. "You need to look deep within yourself...believe in yourself, and in others." Cadence rolls his eyes. "Whatever." His voice is quite acidic. Charms sighed softly. "Your light is very faint," he informs him quietly. "If you don't do something to save it...something terrible will happen." "I have no light." He says this calmly. Charms tilted his head a bit more, studying him. "No, you're mistaken," he replied firmly. "You have light. But your light is very faint..." "I have no light," he repeats. "I am a black hole." Charms chuckled softly. "You have light, my friend! It's simply so dim that you can barely see it. Don't deny it..." Cadence rolls his eyes. "That's bullshit." Charms's smile still doesn't waver. "You will never know for sure. Until you take a long, good look at yourself, from within..." "Buuuuuulllshit." He drawls. Charms giggles. "Your voice sounds funny when you do that." Cadence rolls his eyes. "And we wonder why I don't socialize." Charms looked happy--it seemed like he was just content having someone to talk to. "So, what do you like to do?" "Play the piano and dance. You?" Charms stretched a bit. "I do both of those. I also paint, draw, sculpt, sew, sing, and make friends." Cadence nods silently. Eventually, Termed seemed to grow bored with hovering around in his office. He started to make his way down to the patient lounge, making sure not to forget his beloved stuffed panda. As he walked into the lounge, some of the patients' chatter died down. It seems they were very intimidated by him, despite his small, very attractive looks. He had a smug look on his face. Cadence glances over at him silently. Charms glanced over as well, and looked content. He raised his arm and waved. "Hi, Mister Panda Man," he greeted, in a friendly way. Other patients either jumped out of fear or stared at him, thinking he'd lost his mind. Cadence watches him. Surprisingly, Termed didn't seem to take this nickname as an insult. Nonetheless, he didn't wave back to him...he did walk towards him, though. "Hello, Charms," he greeted somewhat aloofly. "I hope I don't find you outside again today. I will not let you off the hook so easily this time...you never did tell me how you escaped in the first place, actually. Care to share? And also..." His pale pink eyes rested on Cadence. "Who is your friend?" His voice actually sounded interested...and it may indeed be that sort of interest. Termed's sexuality is no secret in this place. Cadence raises an eyebrow and watches, amused and curious. Charms grinned sheepishly. "I...that's a secret, Mister Panda Man. I already told you that! If I do get out again, I'll bring you some of those lovely flowers I found last time." He glanced at Cadence. "Oh. And this is my new friend Cadence." He poked Cadence in the arm. "Say hi." Cadence swats at the poke. "Hello." He says this in a monotone. Termed seemed quite interested--he studied him a bit. "Hello there, Cadence. I am Termed. The Warden here, if you didn't already know. I hope Charms hasn't been annoying you too much. I know how he can be. Spewing out word vomit every other minute." Cadence shrugs. "We have very conflicting ideas. And I don't mind." He looks amused. "Ah, I see," Termed mused, also looking amused. "By the look of you, I'd say you're a patient here, not a new orderly. I haven't seen you before--goodness, I apologize. What are you in for?" The question sounded somewhat teasing, in a good-natured way. "I'm trying to get them to give me a new brain, but they'd rather try to fix the one I have." He chuckles slightly. Termed seemed quite amused. "I know a fellow who deals in organs," he mused offhandedly. "Back home. Human organs were a delicacy where I come from. And they were very precious." He half-sounded like he was joking. But he also sounded half-serious. (Wyatt? Also. I can't believe Cadence is flirting with Terminal!) Cadence raises an eyebrow. "Oh, really now?" (Termed flirts with every half-attractive male he sees. XD And maybe Wyatt.) Termad still hadn't lost his interest. "Oh my, yes. Business was booming." He chuckled. "So. Have any fun hobbies?" (Wyatt's creepy.)" Dancing, playing the piano. And sex. Can't forget that." He smirks at that. Termed chuckled cheerily. "Ah, I see...hm." He studied him a bit more. "You don't seem crazy. I'm assuming you were just thrown in here due to being different? Like most of the 'patients' here?" "I'm crazier than I look. Yay for being fucked up. But according to the people here I have, OCD, Bipolar, Night terrors and Sadistic Personality Disorder. And I'm just a blunt asshole, but that's not a mental disorder." He chuckles. Termed stretched a bit, seeming amused. His interest hadn't waned in the least. "I see. Most mental disorders are complete bull. Some are true disorders, such as schizophrenia or very serious anxiety disorder. But most are complete bull. For example, depression is complete bull. Everyone gets sad. Deal with it. That's what I say..." "Well I know they're right about the bipolar and the night terrors. But bipolar is fun. I love going from suicidal to amazingly happy at the drop of a hat. Oh, yeah. And the OCD is right. If said hat were to hit the floor I'd have to wash it. Many times." Most of his speech-thing was sarcastic. Termed chuckled, amused. "Oh, I see! Great fun, isn't it?" Sarcasm dripped from his every word. He seemed to notice that other patients were shying away from him. He seemed amused at that. Most of them meant absolutely nothing to him. However. He didn't want the world completely mindless. He wasn't a very social person, but he did desire some kind of company--non-mindless company. Furthermore, he planned to gather a few people around him that wouldn't cause him trouble, would amuse him, and wouldn't betray him...and he wouldn't take their minds. All the others could burn for all he cared. "Totally. I love having to reorganize an entire room because one thing is out of place and that one thing will drive me insane. No pun intended." He's also completely sarcastic. Termed seemed quite entertained. "Oh, yes. Interior design is such a wonderful thing to pick at. Hm..." Termed fished around in his pocket and pulled out his schedule for today, scanning it. As usual, he didn't have anything major today...every once in a while, he had a big meeting about something insignificant concerning the institute. But that was about it... He put his schedule away. "My schedule seems rather bare today. I don't like being bored all that much...what do you suggest I do?" His tone was somewhat suggestive, but it didn't hint at anything, really... Cadence notices instantly. "Well it depends on what sort of activity you want, I suppose." Termed hummed thoughtfully. "I suppose it does, yes...suggestions are welcome. I'm up for anything." "So, what sort of activities do you like?" Cadence looks amused. Termed chuckled. "Oh, I enjoy many things. Clothing...food...dancing... "Self-indulgence..." "Self indulgence is always fun." Cadence chuckles. "Yes, quite," Termed agreed, amused, and then clapped his hands together a few times. "So! Any good suggestions for me?" "You could have sex with someone." His bluntness seems to be coming back again. Termed chuckled. "Well. I suppose I could. If I had someone to do so with, that is...and I don't." He pouted slightly--because he looked a bit feminine, this pout worked to his advantage and made him look cute instead of like an idiot. Cadence raises an eyebrow. "Find someone willing." Termed looked around at the fearful patients surrounding him and pointed at them. "Most of the patients here are afraid of me. So that won't work." He grinned a bit. "Do you, perchance, know anyone willing?" "There is one patient that isn't afraid of you, that may be willing, if asked." He says this slowly and tauntingly. Termed raised an eyebrow. "Oh really, now?" he asked, somewhat smugly. He looked around eagerly. "And where is this wonderful patient of mine?" "They could be standing near you. Or not. It's up to you to figure out." Cadence seems very amused by this. Termed chuckled pointedly, and then turned. He headed back towards the door he entered the room from and waited by it, gazing at Cadence from across the room.(If this is going to turn ahem-y, use an old journal on my DA or something instead of this once it gets to that point. XD It's against the rules and I dun want to be banned.) (Or we can time skip past the ahem-y, my dear. XD)Cadence shrugs away from the wall and follows him, amused. (Either or. Whichever is more fun. XD)Termed seemed quite amused. He rarely ever let patients down the orderly hallway, but he would make an exception this time and keep an eye on him. He opened the door using his pass card and held it open for him, waiting for him to go through so he could close it. (You pick!) Cadence follows and goes in. (XD We've already, like...completely paired this thread. Let's give others a chance to possibly post and switch over to an old DA journal of yours or mine when the time comes.) Termad closed the door and led him down the hallway, which was decked with lots of authentic-looking Chinese decorations. He seemed to be obsessed with China... (That always happens! I twofold you. And fine.) Cadence follows and glances around. He pauses to fix a crooked fan. (XD Kay!) Termad led him through the hallways, amused. He finally reached a room near the end of the hallway--it had a very elaborate, fancy door compared to all the others in the hallway. He opened it and held it open for him, quite amused. "Kindly take your shoes off before you step onto the main carpet," he entreats pointedly. Cadence does as asked as he steps through the door. This appeared to be Termed's room. It was, like the hallway, Chinese-themed...and it was also Panda-themed, making Charms's nickname seem quite accurate. Termed easily removed his shoes as he entered the room, setting them down on a dresser, and turned to Cadence, amused. "Well?"(And this is where we switch to the journal. XD 'Cause it can only get worse from here on. Pick one of yours this time.) Cadence follows and raises an eyebrow. "Well what?"

Klarusia Institute (Accepting) (Really Need Orderlies)|rating:2.0

A milf's need (kimmart and rpguy37)

Suzanne Hamilton was furious with her husband. Their son, Greg, wouldn't be back until later today, and she figured they could try to get their marriage back together again. Then he'd called telling her that an emergency had come up at work, and he would be working for the rest of the day. Yeah, something had come up, most likely his cock which his secretary was probably sucking on right now. She had suspected him of having affairs but had just recently gotten evidence from a private detective she had hired. The love had slowly gone out of their marriage and the only reason they stayed together was their son. She'd planned on having a good time today, and she wasn't going to let him keep her from that. Getting the bikini she'd bought just for today, a little light blue one that while a less than she would normally wear to the beach still covered her sufficiently for the pool, she quickly changed into it. Looking at herself in the mirror she liked what she saw. She'd tried to keep herself in shape and couldn't figure out why she wasn't still attractive to her husband. Surely she didn't look that old." Well, enough wallowing in pity. I can at least try to have a nice time today." Heading downstairs to the kitchen, she got a cold beer from the refrigerator. Beer was the first alcoholic beverage she had ever had and while she liked cocktails when she was out drinking, at home she still preferred a cold beer. She's just popped the top and taken a swallow when she heard the doorbell. Wondering who that could be she opened it to find Josh standing there. She knew him from the times he had visited Greg before. Looking at him apparently high school agreed with him since he had turned into a nice looking young man. "If you're looking for Greg, he'll be gone for a few hours." Looking him over again, she thought that if her husband couldn't make it this weekend maybe someone else could. If he was willing this could still be a good evening. "Why don't you come in and get out of the heat for a bit? Greg mentioned earlier that you might be coming over to use the pool, but it must have slipped his mind. You might as well change and enjoy it while you wait for him. Besides, I could use the company." As she talked to him, she had gone into the kitchen and was just returning with another can in her hand. "Here you go.," she said as she handed him the can of beer. "Just don't tell you mother. She'd be all over me for giving it to you." Josh Reynolds was headed over to Greg's house to hang out. He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt on the blustery summer day and when Greg suggested a dip in his parents pool Josh had been game. They were both on the swim team together and Greg had a sweet pool they liked to do laps in. He walked over the four blocks, thinking about the big meet they had next weekend. He did his best to stay in shape and was one of the top swimmers in their school. As he walked up to the front door he thought about what he would do the rest of the weekend, he hadn't really thought about it. He rang the bell and pulled his backpack up over his shoulder. He had packed his racing speed and a towel, since Greg had made it sound like his parents were going out. His eyes almost popped out of his head when Greg's mom answered the door in her skimpy bikini. "Uh.... h-Hi Mrs. Hamilton! I..... well..... Greg...." He realized he was gawking and tried to look up into her eyes as she spoke. After a moment he realized she had been talking to him, and he had barely heard her. He followed her into the house, blushing as he thought she must have realized he was staring. When she handed him the cold beer he looked over his shoulder, almost comically, as if his mother could be there to catch him. "Wow! MMM.... Thanks, Mrs. Hamilton!" He had snuck a beer here and there, but had not exactly built up a tolerance. Was he dreaming? His friends hot mom was hanging out in a skimpy swimsuit and wanted to have a beer with him! He anxiously cracked open the beer, a little spilling on his hand and shirt. He said, maybe a little too excitedly "Cheers! I promise I won't tell my mom!" Then he took a long slug of the beer, his face grimacing at the bitter taste, but he still swallowed it down. "Great! You night as well go change then. I'll meet you in the pool." Turning away she walked out to the swimming pool, her hip swaying as she did. Ever since she'd been married she had never thought about being with another man since she was loyal to her husband, but he had taken care of that problem. Sure she'd seen men she had found attractive, but that was just looking. This was different. Diving from the edge of the pool, the water felt cold at first, but she soon felt comfortable in it. As she swam she thought about what she was doing... and why. Her husband had been paying less attention to her the last few months, which was shy she had hired the detective. Getting proof the other day was the last straw, and she was getting tired of taking care of herself. Basically, she needed to get laid. Spotting Josh coming out of the house, she headed over to the ladder near the house. She was glad in her choice of swimsuits for today as the white bikini had one factor that made it unacceptable to her for wearing out in public. It turned transparent when it got wet. It had been a present for her husband when a couple of years ago, and she had only worn it when they were out here alone. But today it could prove helpful in her plans for her son's best friend. Climbing up the ladder, the water streaming off her body as she did, she walked towards the young man. The air felt cool on her skin and she could feel her hard nipples poking the bikini top. She saw he was wearing speeds and could see the bulge where his cock was still soft. Well if the suit didn't change that she would soon. "Looks like swimming suits you. You look better than the last time I saw you swimming." Josh went to the bathroom and nervously got changed. He felt a little awkward in the racing speed. At a swim meet was one thing, everyone was wearing them. But this was a little different. It was just him and his best friends mom. He was scared he would get a boner and there was I way to hide it. He took a few deep breaths and another sip of beer, trying to relax. This was all in his head, it was his friends' mom, not some girl from school. Nothing to worry about! He went outside, beer in hand and a towel over his shoulder. He tried to look as relaxed and casual as possible. Then Mrs. Hamilton climbed out of the pool, and it was like his brain went to jello. She had an amazing body, and he could see her hard nipples right through the skimpy bikini! It took him a long moment to realize that he was staring, and he looked up at her face while a blush crept over his cheeks. Then he realized she was eyeing up his speed and what she was saying. Was she coming on to him? No, that would be crazy!" Umm.... Thanks, Mrs. Hamilton! Wow, you.... Uh.... Your swimsuit is nice!" His voice wavered a little as he spoke, obviously a little nervous as the bulge in his speed started to twitch and grow. He took another long sip of beer, finishing it and putting the empty on a table near the pool. He was feeling sort of flushed, from the beer maybe or how Greg's mom looked he wasn't sure. "I'm glad you like it," she told him as she slowly walked over to him. "I don't usually wear it around others but since I had it on I saw no reason to change." As she reached him, she placed her hand on his arm. "You've really become quite fit from all that swimming you do." She squeezed his arm as she moved behind him. "And your muscles are toned as well." Moving her hand to his chest, she leaned against his back, her hard nipples grazing it." I bet you have all the girls just begging to be with you. You must have to fight them off with a baseball bat." Moving from behind him, her breasts brushing against him, she moved over to a chaise lounge and sat down on it. "Could you be a dear and get the suntan lotion from that table over there," she asked him as she pointed over to the one by the door. When he turned away to get it, she removed her bikini top and lay face down on the lounge. "And could you also spread it on my back for me. My skin tends to burn easily." As she sauntered towards him Josh couldn't help but Google her. He was trying not to get aroused, thinking of baseball, video games, what was on TV that night..... When her cool wet hand touched his bare flesh it was useless. As she circled him like a lioness stalks his prey he held his breath. By the time her hard wet nipples grazed his back he had a raging hard on. It was pulling the speed away from his body, exposing the base of his shaft. He kept completely clean-shaven, for swimming, it was supposed to help with resistance in the water. When he found his voice to reply, it cracked embarrassingly "T-thank you Mrs. Hamilton, I wish! Most girls don't know I exist." He tried to keep his back to her as she sat down, still trying to tell himself that there was no way his best friend's mom was flirting with him right now. He swallowed a lump in his throat,"Yes, sure Mrs Hamilton!" He took a couple of deep breaths as he went over to get the lotion, struggling to relax his aching member. Furthermore, he felt like it was starting to settle when he turned back and was her lying there with her top off. Oh my god, she had an amazing ass! His cock was rock hard again I am instant. He walked over, trying to figure out a way to hide his huge boner, thinking to himself as long as he was behind her, she wouldn't be able to see it. He poured some lotion on his now trembling hands and started to run it into her shoulders. Furthermore, he kneaded the lotion in slowly, hands moving lower to cover her back. Her skin was warm and smooth, he found his cock aching the more he lubed her up. She found out that he had a hidden strength in his arms and a gentle touch with his hands. As he rubbed the oil in to her skin, she felt herself getting aroused at his touch. She knew that she would definitely have to have him rub her in some other places, When he reached the small of her back, she told him, Since you've done such a good job rubbing the oil on my back. I figured I'd have you doe some more." Turning over she sat up, placing her legs on either side of the chair. Grabbing his hands, she placed them on her breasts. "You might as well oil these too. We don't want them to get sunburned now, do we?" Glancing at his trunks, she licked her lips. Reaching over she rubbed the bulge with her fingers. "Maybe you'd like me to oil you too." Sliding her fingers along it, she added, "Don't you find them a little confining? Besides It will be hard for me to oil you with them on." Josh's eyes almost popped out of his head when she rolled over, exposing her amazing breasts to him. His jaw hung open, forgetting his earlier worries about hiding his hard on. "I..... Umm mm, wow! I HHH, I mean.....sure, w-whatever you want!" He struggled to find the words as she placed his oils hands on her tits. He started to squeeze and rub them before he even realized what he was doing. They were so big and firm, her hard nipples jutting into his palms. A smile split his face as he eagerly started to oil them up, young quivering hands groping every curve. He jumped a little as her experienced fingers groped him through his straining speed. He paused in his feeling up of her wonderful breasts, but did not remove his hands. "I, w-well.... are you sure we should be doing this Mrs. Hamilton?" He voices was quivering, and his young hard cock was twitching under her fingers. His eyes started to half close as she continued to run him. "I mean..... Well maybe....." His voice was starting to drift, her oily tits still cupped in his young hands. Suzanne moved her fingers up the bulge in his trunks and proceeded to pull them away from his cock, her fingers brushing the head as she did, Easing the trunks over his cock she pulled the front down, the started pulling the rest of it down. Once it was fully exposed, she wrapped her fingers around it, feeling it hardness, the heat of his flesh. Slowly she started stroking it, her finger lightly wrapped around it, she asked him, "This feel good to you? Why don't I keep doing this while you removed your trucks?" Not even waiting for an answer or to see if he was doing it, she reached down to her bottoms. "I don't think it's fair for me to see you nude if you don't get the same privilege, do you?" untying one side, she moved her hand to the other side. Lifting her ass off the lounge, she removed the small bikini bottom and dropped it to the ground. She knew the view she gave him, legs on either side of the lounge, her legs spread wide and lifted off the lounge, She could feel his eyes on her." Enjoying the view, are you? You can enjoy it a lot more later." Sitting up, she looked up at him. "I know you're enjoying my stroking you, but I know something you will enjoy more." Licking her lips, she leaned forward, extending her tongue to lick the head of his cock. Moving forward a little more, she wrapped her lips around it as she took it into her mouth. Josh let out a small gasp as Suzanne pulled down his speed. His young hard cock springing out eagerly. As her experienced fingers surrounded his throbbing member his mind raced. How could this be happening? Was he dreaming? Oh, god, it felt societies good! He let out a moan as she started to stroke his aching cock. His hands were slowly groping her oiled up breasts again, almost absentmindedly. He tried to answer as she teased him. "I..... I, MMM ..... We...... Whoa!" His words caught in his throat as she exposed her pink folds to him. He couldn't help but stare, gazing at her slick walls. He licked his lips, wondering what she tasted like. Precut was starting to ooze from the tip of his cock, it grew harder with each slow stroke. He had wriggled enough for his speed to fall to his ankles before he realized he did it. Still groping her amazing tits, and in shock at seeing her slick snatch." Oh my god!"he yelped out, voice cracking as Suzanne licked the head of his cock. "Oh, M-Mrs. Hamilton! I..... Ohhhhhhh". His words failed him again as her lips engulfed him. His cock twitched in her warm mouth, eyes closed. He squeezed her breasts reflexively before his hands slid up other neck as she leaned in to devour him. He was grunting in earnest, losing control of himself as she toyed with him. She licked the head of his cock as it was in her mouth, her hand slowly stroking the shaft. She was relishing the feel of it in her hand, the taste of it in her mouth. Moving her mouth further down the shaft, her tongue licking the underside, she reached her hand. Pulling back she looked up at Josh. "You like that, don't you? Any of your girlfriends ever do this for you?" Taking him into her mouth again, she slowly moved down the shaft, removing her hand, until her lips were pressed against his pubic hair. While she could deep throat, she couldn't do it for long before she started gagging, so she pulled back until just the head was in her mouth. Taking him in her hand again, the shaft now slick with her saliva, she stroked him as she kept sucking on his cock. She loved his hands on her tits, the nipples digging into his palms. She slid her free hand down her body until it was between her legs, stroking her wet pussy. Slowly she inserted a finger and again looked up at Josh. "You like seeing me finger my pussy, Josh? See how wet and ready I am!" She thought how much she wanted his cock in her pussy, but she had other thing to do first. Moving her finger in her pussy, she licked his cock before placing it in her mouth again. Josh was mesmerized as she played with his cock. He was leaking precut with every stroke, fumbling with her amazing breasts as she gave him the best blowjob of his life. "Oh, yessssdss Mrs Hamilton! Feels sooooooooo good! N-not like that!" The question threw him off for a moment, flashing back to his girlfriend going down on him. Steph had been nervous, treating his dick like a lit stick of dynamite. Gingerly touching it with her fingertips and licking it cautiously. She had freaked when he came, panicking as he got cum in her. I contrast Mrs Hamilton was in complete control of bus young, throbbing cock. Oh my god Steph is going to kill me! His thoughts snapped back to the present as she deep throated him. "Whoooaaaaa!" He moaned, never having that done to him before. His balls were twitching against her chin, he struggled to hang on longer. She seemed to sense his urgency, slipping him out and stroking him rhythmically. "Oh my God that's so hot!" He watched her finger her wet pussy, still amazed that this was happening. She let up on his cock just enough to bring him back from the edge. "I..... Umm mm..... Mrs Hamilton.....ma'am, that is I don't....." His voice trailed off as his cock head disappeared past her lips again. He clutched at her full mature breasts as she sucked him again. His eyes closed as he tried to hold on for another round. Suzanne slid her tongue under his cock as her lips tightened around it. This time she intended to bring him to a creamy finish. While stroking him cock with one hand, she bobbed her head in time with her hand. Faster and faster she moved as she felt him coming closer. Just before he came she kept the head in her mouth, her tongue lapping at it. When he reached the end of his endurance the first spurt landed on her tongue and she had her first taste of him. Delicious, she thought as he continued to unload into her mouth. When he finally stopped, she removed her mouth, closing her lip as she did, then visibly swallowed it." You are absolutely delicious, Josh." Leaning back down on the lounge, she spread her legs wide, her finger still moving in her pussy. "You've gotten me nice and wet, as you can see, so why don't you return the favors and lick me till I come." Removing her finger she brought it up to her mouth and inserting it, licked her juices off it. "I taste great, Josh. I'm sure you'll do a good job of licking me." she took her nipple between her fingers and asked him, "You like my breasts, don't you? Want to suck on them? Make me cum and you can suck on them. You should be hard again by then, and I'm sure we can find something do with your cock while you suck on them." Josh did his best to last as long as he could. Trying to think of baseball...... Cars....... Math homework....... But he did not last long as Suzanne worked his hard young cock expertly. "M-Mrs. Ham-m-mil..... I....... Ohhhhhhh!" His body stiffened and twitched as she made him cum. His eyes glued on her soft lips as they coaxed his hot seed out. He was panting, dumbfounded as she swallowed his sticky load. Her playful encouraging made his mouth water and his loins ache. "Y-yes Ma'am!" He sputtered out, his young cock still half hard. His eyes were still glazed over as she guided his young face down between her legs. His eager tongue swept over her dripping folds. The tangy sweetness of her snatch was like nothing he had ever tasted before. He drew his tongue over her puffy lips, caressing their length. After a few minutes lapping her up he tentatively poked the tip of his tongue into her, exploring her sopping treasure trove. He was doing the best he could to imitate what he had seen in porn films, Steph had never let him lick her, only touch and probe with his hand. He couldn't believe he was going down on his best friends mom! Furthermore, he licked eagerly and energetically, favoring every drop of her nectar as it spread over his face and dribbled down his chin. Furthermore, he proved his younger deeper, sliding it in and out and slathering as much of her inner walls as he could. She gasped when his tongue first met her pussy. It had been some time since her husband had eaten her out and she'd almost forgotten how good it felt. His enthusiasm was making up for lack of technique and right now was not the time to really teach him how to do it. Placing her hands on his head, she entangled her fingers in his hair. She guided him to where she wanted him as she told him what to do." That's it. Lick me there," she told him as he licked her slit, his tongue running along the opening. When he thrust it inside her, she cried out, "God, yes! Stuck that tongue in me! Fuck me with it." She spread her legs as far as she could, giving him total access to her wet pussy. Pulling his head up a bit she told him, "Lick me here. Lick my clit." Her hips were jerking, almost as if she was fucking his face. "Lick it! Suck it!" She felt herself coming closer. It would usually take longer for her to cum but the idea of fucking her son's friend was turning her on more than she would have thought it would. His licking and sucking her clit was speeding up the process and when she felt herself on the edge she pushes his face back down to her pussy." Lick me! Suck me!, I’m CCMM....OHHH GOD!", she cried out as her orgasm hit, her fluids coating his face, his tongue. Josh licked and sucked her dripping snatch as he never had before. Tongue waggling eagerly as she coaxed him on. He was amazed at how she squirmed and squealed when he focused on her throbbing clit. He was hard as a rock in no time, not sure if he had ever fully gotten soft. He tongues fucked her as she rode his face, grabbing her bucking hips. When she came he couldn't believe it! He licked up her flowing juices, feeling them dribble down his face and chest, and he tried to slurp up as much as he could. He continued to lick as she ground into his tongue, not stopping until her last shudder. Furthermore, he looked up at her flushed face, grinning ear to ear at being able to make her cum like that. Furthermore, he kneeled between her legs, gazing at her amazing body as she panted, unsure of what to do next. "Wow! You taste great Mrs. Hamilton!" Her juices glistened on his young, smooth cheeks. Once her orgasm started to die down, and she gained control of her body again, she sat up, her breasts jiggling as she did. "I'm glad you think so because I liked the way you tasted too." Looking down she saw his hard cock and toolkit into her hand again and stroked it. Leaning forward she licked his face, tasting her juices on it. "You're all nice and hard again, and I'm still nice and wet." Gently tugging on his cock, she brought him closer to her until she was able to rub the head against her slit. "It seems a shame to waste a nice, hard cock like yours, so..." Reaching behind him with her other hand she pulled him forward, sliding his cock into her. "Doesn't that feel better. It'll feel even better once you start fucking me." Laying back down, she wrapped her legs around him. "Your cock feels so good in my pussy. Fuck me now. I want you to make me cum around your cock." This was what she wanted, what she needed. Josh couldn't believe what was happening! Feeling Mrs. Hamilton's tongue lick her own juices off his dripping cheeks. His head was swimming and cock was aching. He shivered as she guided his young eager meat into her hot wet slit. It felt amazing, like nothing he had ever experienced before. He was throbbing just from the way she was talking dirty to him. Her experienced hand on his ass guiding him deeper into her scent jolts up his spine. "Y-yes Mrs. Hamilton! Oh, God! you feel societies good!" He moaned, voice quivering as his hips slowly started to move. His eyes wandered over her gorgeous body as he slowly started to thrust in and out. He lived the way her full breasts bounced around as he pumped his young dick in and out. Her wet walls wrapped around his meaty shaft made him moan softly. He started to buck deeper and faster, urged on by her heels digging into him. He lowered his face to her tits, kissing, licking, sucking them. Furthermore, he tried to trap her hard nipples between his lips. Furthermore, he was getting into a good, fast-paced rhythm, plunging deep and hard with each thrust. Sweat glistened on his young, toned body. "Oh Mrs. Hamilton, you're fucking amazing!" Josh pants into her cleavage. Groaning as he fucked her, she told him, "Since we're... so close now... why don't... you call... me Suzanne." This was fantastic she thought, his cock is longer and thicker than my husband's. And I bet he can do it more often with the stamina of youth. She used her legs to pull him in closer as she fucked back at him, trying to get as much of him in her as she could. "Oh Yeah... Fuck me Josh!" One thing about her only a few people other than her husband knew was that while she present a wholesome image, when she is in the bedroom she acts like a slut and talks like a whore."God, I love you fucking me... Make me cum all over your cock... You love sucking my tits, don't you?" His mouth on her tits was making her even hornier. "After you cum... I'll clean you... with my mouth... Get you hard again...so you can fuck my tits... You'd like that... watching it slide... between them... cum all over them .... and my face..." It had been a long time since she had fucked anyone his age, and she had been his age then. Now she had the experience needed to really enjoy it, so she intended to make sure he wanted to keep coming back. "Oh....... Yes! ...... Rosewood good...... Mrs.......uhhhhhhhh....... Suzanne....... Oh, god!" Josh panted out as he fucked her warm snatch. He couldn't believe he was losing his virginity! With this hot woman! Who was his best friend's mom! This was like something out of a wet dream! Or a porn movie! It was soon amazing! He kept thrusting his hips deeper and harder into her. The filthy way she urged him on was so hot! He moaned into her cleavage, kissing and sucking as he pounded deep into her. He nibbled at her bouncing nipples, loving their hardness between his lips. Her juices were flowing down his legs, ticking his balls as they clapped against her firm ass. He started to lose control of himself the closer he got to exploding. Was she going to let him cum inside of her? He couldn't even believe it! "Ohhhhh...... Suzanna...... I'm getting so close!" He moaned into her oiled up tits. He tried to hold on as long as he could, knowing she wanted to cum on him. Furthermore, he could feel her tight walls clenching at him, driving him crazy. His girlfriend has never let him get close to her pussy, except with his fingers. This was all a new and amazing experience for him. To have a wet, eager snatch wrapped around his throbbing cock. He grunted and groaned as he tried to hold back from cumming again until Mrs. Hamilton wanted him to. Wrapping her legs around him, she used them to pull him closer. "Go ahead and cum then!" She could feel herself on the edge of another climax herself. "Shoot your hot cum in my pussy! OH... Oh, god... I'm cumming!", she could feel her pussy muscles griping his cock, her breathing coming in gasps as the orgasm hit. She could feel him finally cumming, his cum entering her. "OH yes... So hot... Fill me up! Fill me!" Feeling him cum in her, its warmth, caused her orgasm to grow to new heights. "So hot." She kept humping him, trying to keep him fucking her. She could feel the mixture of her juices and his cum seeping out as she kept fucking him. "Oh my God, I'm cumming!" Josh closed his eyes, his body went rigid. His head tilted back as his young cock twitched deep in her. He lists all control, freezing up mid-thrust as his hot seed spurted into her. He grunted and moaned as Suzanne rode him, feeling her inner walls twitch around his shaft. Furthermore, he was dripping with sweat as she milked him with her hips. For a dozen more thrusts he emptied his balks deep in her wet snatch. Panting, Josh rolled off of her. "That was amazing!" He managed in between breaths. He lay on his back on the lounge chair next to her. His eyes were closed, his body's slick with sweat and tanning oil. His spent cock lay against his thigh, still dripping with her tangy juices. He looked near exhaustion, like he would drift off for a nap. As she lay there, her legs spread from where he had fucked her, her pussy gasping open from when his cock had been in her, she knew that she wanted to do this again. Just as she reached over to play with his cock again, the phone rang. "Damn!" Getting up, she walked over to the table her cell phone was on, the cum dripping out of her well fucked pussy. "Shit! It's Greg!" Turning it on, she answered." Hello, Greg."" That's great. By the way, your friend Josh showed up. Something about the two of you hanging out."" Yeah, I figured you'd forget, so I let he use the pool till you got back."" Ok. If you'd like we can have his stay over since you spent so much time away today."" Ok, see you then." Hanging up she looked over at Josh. "He'll be here in about fifteen minutes. You can clean then use the pool till he shows up. I'll go take a quick shower and get dressed. "Bending over to pick up her bikini, her tits hanging down, she glanced at him. "By the way, you're invited to stay overnight to spend some time with Greg. "Standing back up and heading inside, she mentioned, "Maybe you'd like to spend a little time with me later too." While getting a quick shower to wash away the sweat and other things, she though how lucky she was that her son had called before he came home. It would have been embarrassing to have him find the two of them fucking. After drying off, she got dressed in a blue skirt and light blue blouse. She decided to only wear a bra, not wanting any panties on today. Josh lay in the chair, enjoying the suns rays....... Almost drifting off for a nap, feeling totally relaxed after just losing his virginity to his best friend's mom. The ring of the phone had him sitting bolt upright. He noticed Suzanne's hand been almost in his cock before she got up. The thought sent a twitch down to his spent member as he watched the beautiful naked woman get the phone. When he heard it was Greg it felt like ice was flowing through his veins. He listened intently, now totally on edge. "I..... Umm, yes Mrs. Hamilton. Are you sure it's ok? I'll just have to check in at home. Oh, and I didn't bring a change of clothes or anything." He watched her saunter into the house, amazed that he was getting hard again. He tried to shake the thought and jumped into the outdoor shower to clean off. How was he going to face Greg? It was going to be so weird. He toweled off and slipped his speed back on. Grabbing his phone he went to text his mom and let her know he was staying over. He saw a few missed texts from his girlfriend. Shit! If Steph found out she would kill him! He tried not to panic. Texted her that he was at Greg's using the pool, and was staying over. Then he let his mom know he was sleeping over too. He took a few deep breaths as he waited for replies." Ok honey, see you tomorrow!" From his mom." Whatever!" From Steph. "Guess maybe we can hang out tomorrow"There was a lump in Josh's throat. What was he going to do? He felt super guilty all of a sudden. But he had finally lost his virginity! And it had been so amazing! And it sounded for sure time Mrs. Hamilton wanted more...... He slipped back in the pool and did a few laps while his thoughts wandered.--------------------Greg pulled into the driveway, wondering why his father's car wasn't there yet. Another late night at work? Or did he have another business trip? He couldn't keep track. He walked in through the front door, calling out "Mom, I'm home!" He felt stupid that he forgot Josh was coming over. Furthermore, he hoped his mother hadn't embarrassed him, she was always asking about girlfriends and stuff that teenage boys didn't want to talk to their mothers about. He looked out into the yard and saw Josh was in the pool. "His long until dinner? Should I hop in the pool?" Greg thought it was a little weird the house was so quiet, then he thought he heard his mother upstairs talking. Probably on the phone with one of her friends. He shrugged and went to his room to change into a bathing suit. Just as she was about to leave her room, the phone rang. Noticing it was from her fried, she picked it up." Grace, it's always good to hear from you." People had always been surprised that they were friends. Grace had been the school slut in high school, willing to suck or fuck anyone, of either sex. While she preferred to be true to one person at a time. She realized that she might just have the solution to her dilemma." Grace, I need your help. Tony had an emergency come up at work and had to..." Just then another call came in. "Grace, I'll get right back to you. Another call coming in." Putting her on hold she took the other call. "Hello."" Honey, so glad I caught you. Things turned out to be harder at work that I though, and I'll have to stay overnight to take care of thing. I know you'll understand. Sorry for any inconvenience this causes. Love you and see you later." He hung up before she even had a chance to say anything. Getting back to the other call, she told her friend. "That was Tony. The emergency is harder than he thought. Yeah, right. The bastard just wants to spend more time with his slut of a secretary."" Suzie, you know you should just divorce him!"" I know, and tonight I was giving the marriage one last try. But it looks like that's a joke. AT least now I have evidence of his cheating, so I think I will file for divorce."" Good for you. Maybe you can find someone better then."" Speaking of better, I need your help. I was going swimming earlier today when one of Greg's friends stopped over to see him. Greg was away at the time, so I suggested he might as use the pool while he was waiting. Well..."" Well... You got yourself some young cock I presume. Surely you don't need my help with that?"" No, I don't, but he's staying for dinner and spend the night, and I was hoping to..."" To get fucked later tonight. Good for you. But you need Greg occupied though. You know I would have had him a couple of years ago if it wasn't for our friendship. Are you saying you want me to keep him occupied while you spend time with his friend?"" Basically."" Of course, I will. And maybe even stay overnight. After all no reason to make the long drive back home when I can spend some time with an old friend.""Thanks, Grace, See you later." Hanging up she left her bedroom. Greg got changed and headed down to the backyard. He was a little stockier than Josh, with a curly head of hair and a little patch forming on his chest. He wore the same racing speed that Josh did, basically the only part of their swim team uniform. Furthermore, he found Josh doing laps in the pool." Hey, meat head! Were you been?" Josh called when he saw Greg." Sorry, forgot I invited you over. Lindsay said she wanted to hang out at the mall, but she never showed. Frigging tease!" He dove into the pool in one fluid motion and started to swim a lap. Josh sat up on the edge of the pool, panting. "You got about twenty laps to make up! Your mom invited me to sleep over. And, dude, she let me have a beer before! You think she'll let us get hammered? Just make sure not to tell my mom, she'd kill me!" Greg swam a few laps. "I don't know, she's let me have a beer once or twice before, usually when she's pissed off at my dad. I guess I can ask. Worst that can happen us she says no. And I got this sick game we can play on the x-box later!" The two boys started to towel off, laughing and joking by the side of the pool, the sun was starting to set, and it was getting a little cooler outside.

A milf's need (kimmart and rpguy37)|rating:2.0

Black Blood Brothers_ A Dark Uprising

Zelma Clock just watched from the roof of his complex enjoying the night's sky. He sat there for some time contemplating what he could do today that would be entertaining since he had just woken up. He knew that his assistant would be coming to tell of the days' news but to him that just bored him. "Really there is nothing that can be done tonight?" He sighed and let the fire grow in his hand for some time before he extinguished it and jumped off of the roof and landed on the ground without a problem. "Well I might as well go and see what is going on around the Special Zone and see if I could get involved in anything." Mimic Pasturage who was the compromiser for the entire special zone was walking around trying to find Miro "Miro! Where is he really. Well at least Set took Potato for me" she soon found her self pinned against a wall by a group of new vampires to the Special Zone. She screamed "Help Miro, Zelma, anyone" the guy who had his hand on her neck said "Quiet girly and we won't have to kill you, by you have to give us some blood in return". The thugs all smirked. Mimic closed her eyes "Damn it why me. Help Anyone!" She began gasping for air from the man pressing on her neck to choke her "I said shut up" and he hit her head against the brick behind her and took his free hand and began to undo her shirt "No you have to pay" Zelma heard someone yelling out. He tilted his head wondering what was going on as he jumped back onto the rooftops and moved to where he could get a better sight of things. It was that compromiser that was always seen with Miro. He should come soon knowing that she's in trouble. He just sat back on the rooftop watching, waiting to see what was going on. True he was a sociopath who had little to no morals whatsoever, but he'd jump in if he felt that he could gain something out of it but at the moment he was just going to watch. After five minutes Miro had not shown up and Mimic was tossed to the ground and held down by two of the three guys, and she had tears and shouted "Miro, Zelma anyone please" her voice full of fear of being violated. She had a slight nose bleed and one of the guys smelled it and said "Oh that's the smell of virgin blood boss" The leader of the group looked at Mimic and kneeled down and ran a finger under her nose to wipe away the blood and licked it off his fingers. "Mmhm. Virgin blood indeed. She's mind.blood and body." He laughed as his partners held her down. When one of them went to rip her shirt off his hand ignited in flame. "Eye Ignite?!" He growled and tried to shake his hand off. Zelma just jumped down and shook his head. "Is that any way to treat a compromiser? He glared and looked at the second member who quickly was cast on fire and tried to run but soon turned to ash. He looked at the leader who jumped onto the roof before Vanishing. Furthermore, he then looked down at Mimic and just shook his head. Mimic curled up into a ball to hide her self from being seen and said "Miro is missing and I nearly get raped by the newest members to the special zone, my life officially sucks" She couldn't even bring her self to look at the man who saved her for she only knew one person that had fire powers and called her compromiser "T-thanks for saving me Mr. Zelma" she was in tears as Main, Set, and Potato came. Potato screamed seeing mimic on the ground "Mimi what happened" Main and Set walked up and asked Zelma to explain. Zelma sighed but explained how Mimic had almost gotten herself caught and raped by the newest members to the Special Zone. "Strong ones too. Not as strong as you Set but strong enough." He shrugged and looked at Mimic. "I suggest that you don't go walking around at night all alone." He just stretched and started to walk off. "She's your problem now Set, don't look at me for anything unless you can offer something in return. You know how I work." He just started to walk off laughing to himself. Mimic stood after wrapping Main's coat around her "So you're going to leave just like that Zelma. Not even check to make sure I'm ok after that whole thing" Miro landed in front of him "Really Zelma can you be that cold to poor Mimic" Zelma looked at Miro and pulled out a cigarette and light it and looked over to Mimic then to Miro. "You are the one who is supposed to watch her. Or is it the other way around, Silver Blade? Anyway there is no reason for me to stick around. If she wants to stop by she can but by the looks of things it seems that she's in good enough hands. Oh, and Mimic. I'd get that blood cleaned up.even the purest of vampires can be driven wiled for the blood of a virgin." He just laughed more and started to head out of the alley. Main handed her his handkerchief and said "Miro where were you, your lucky Set took Potato while she walked around alone for you" Miro said how he was stopped by Casa just outside the barrier and then went to Mike. "Mimic I'm so..." Mimic punched him and said "Save it Miro, now excuse me while I go thank Zelma who saved me" she fixed her clots under Gains coat then once ready she gave it back and ran after Zelma. After about an hour of searching she shouted "Hey Zelma Clock if you can hear me please come talk to me, its important" she sat on a bench in the park and waited as the sun set in the sky. Zelma could hear her yelling out and just shook his head. "Woman are you looking to be attacked again. He sighed and suddenly appeared behind her and grabbed her letting his teeth grow out as he ran them against her neck. "So quickly it could be done." he then twirled her and let her go and pulled out a blood packet from his pocket and drank from it. "What do you want?" She froze after realizing he had been so close he could have bit and yet he didn't "Miro would have bitten me in that situation, why didn't you Zelma?" she placed her hand where his fangs touched and said "I wanted to thank you for saving me back there by giving you something" She kept eye contact the whole time to show she was serious Zelma looked at her. "Because there is nothing for me to gain if I did bite. Now what is it that you think you can give?" He yawned bit and tossed the blood packet into the trash bin and looked at Mimic. If she thought she would be serious then he would to as he kept his dark red eyes on her and didn't break the eye contact she had started. She took a deep breath and walked over to him and said moving her hair to the side "You can have some if you wish. That's what I was going to give was some of my blood as a thank you Zelma" she stood a bit nervous but still serious Zelma looked at her then shook his head. "I do not take the blood of those who do not serve under me. I'm not just some lowly Vampire that can be thanked with just here take the blood. I am one of the old bloods. Over 800 years old and last of my clan. Mimic you insult me when you do this." He just glared bit and turned starting to walk away. "You want to give then you serve under me. That is final and end of that. Otherwise Do not insult me." Mimic undid the top few buttons and made it easier to access her neck "Then I serve you since I am giving you some i=of my blood as a thank you Zelma and not to insult you" her tone was serious the same seriousness she used with Miro when he first arrived, and they went up against Casa and the Korean Children. She looked at him and said "I'm being serious here Nelson I want to do this as a thank you" and she stepped closer to him. Zelma looked at Mimic and grabbed her pulling her close as he let his fangs grow out. "Know this then, You cannot back out, you will belong to me. Mind, body and blood. When I give an order you know nothing but yes." He brushed his fangs against her neck and held onto her so that their bodies were pressing closely together. "You are mine." were the last things he said before he sank his fangs into her neck. At first there would be the sharp sting of pain before the wave of pleasure started to over run the pain. Mimic tensed, but after the sting was gone she relaxed and as a moan of pleasure escaped her lips she said "Yes Master Zelma I know I can't back out" her voice showed she wanted to feel more pleasure. Miro found them and said "Zelma what are you doing" Set, Main and Potato caught up and stopped. Set said "Zelma I take it she chooses to serve you and give you some of her blood as her thank you for saving her then" To which Miro got pissed and bit his lip causing it to bleed slightly. Zelma held onto Mimic as he fed from the blood of a virgin before pulling his fangs out and licking the wound shut closing it. "It was of her own choice." He looked at Mimic then started to walk off. "I have business to attend to. Mimic I will see you at my keep when the sun rises. My orders for you have already been sent to you." He laughed bit before he walked into the rising fog of the night. As he walked off Mimic would have noticed a small paper list in her pocket, it was order from Zelma she was to be at his place before the sun rose. In a tight fighting short silk dress and to await her master. She was to have heels and pantyhose and to be there for Zelma when he got back. She nodded "Yes sir" and she walked over to Set, Potato and Main, ignoring Miro she knelt down "Potato money I work for Mr. Zelma now so I have to go to work now ok. I need you to be good and stay with Set and your brother" She stood up and thanked Set and Main and left saying "Miro if you have a problem with this then take it up with my new boss Mr. Zelma" and with that she ran off to get the things for her outfit. Once she had them and changed she waited at the main gate for him to return at dawn in a pair of Red heels with gold stitching, skin tone pantyhose, and a red silk skin tight short skirted dress and a new gold locket with the kanji for the words 'Love' and 'Courage' on it. Her hair was done in a new style to where it was parted on the side and hang in her face covering the left eye, and she even had fire type color makeup on. The Main gate slowly opened when she got there, and she was walked into the large manor and headed down to Zelma's room. The room was dark so she had time to find the couch and set herself up to wait for Zelma. When he did finally return the candles in the room slowly lit and illuminated the room. Zelma walked in holding a small black briefcase. He looked over at Mimic but said nothing as he put the briefcase away. "Hello My pet. I do hope you found everything you needed." She stood up and bowed "Um yes sir I did get you wrote down, heels and a silk short dress and I added a new hairstyle, make up and a locket if that is ok" she was nervous, and it showed in her voice. She asked softly "What is the first order sir" she was wondering what her new job entailed. Zelma nodded and looked Mimic over and nodded as he walked over to his couch and sat down. "First. Relax, Second your orders are to do what ever I tell you to or endure whatever I do to you." He then got up and walked around her before grabbing her from behind and licking her neck. "Wiggle for me, try to struggle." He smiled and let his fangs brush against her neck as one hand held her arms behind her back while his free hand ran up along her pantyhose legs. She tensed up and try to get free, not liking her hands pinned after what happened when he saved her "S-sir w-what are you doing" she was scared and struggled. Zelma held onto her, letting his hand inch up to the edge of her dress around her thighs as he kissed her neck. "Don't worry my pet, get used to being restrained. Either by myself or being tied up for your master, and since you are being such a good girl, I guess I will reward you." He grinned and plunged his fangs back into her neck, the same spot as earlier. This time it didn't hurt as much, but the pleasure came faster and harder. Soon it would become addicting to her, but that would take some time. (GTG it's 5:04 am here for me. I have to get some sleep. I'll be back when I wake up and respond to you. I've been watching Black Blood Brothers so I'm getting plots as well. Talk to ya later) Mimic relaxed and then melted as she felt his fangs sink into her skin and she let out a loud moan of pleasure and without wanting it to, her back arched pushing her neck closer to his body for him to drink more and her face gained a slight blush showing she enjoyed this particular order she had to obey. She began to squirm from pleasure now, and she mumbled "McMaster Perelman i-i'm g-getting w-wet" she had no control of her actions at this point, and she could feel her self getting wetter the more he drank, and a small bit began to run down her leg leaving a wet trail in the pantyhose. She thought to her self 'This is totally different from when Miro bites. Does it cause Miro sees me as a way to be strong and Zelma sees me as me' her mind was spinning, and her heart began to race from the feeling of him sucking her blood.[ok no prob] Zelma slowly slid his hand up under her dress and in between her legs running his hand up along her inner-thigh as he fed from her. He soon stopped feeding but kept his fangs in her so that the pleasure would keep increasing as long as he had his fangs in her. He then started to speak into her mind as he fed from her. "Learn my pet that as you gain pleasure from this you will be required to give me the pleasure that I give you. That's why your wardrobe will change to how I see fit and how you act. Now keep squirming." She moaned, and it did not take much to make her squirm as the pleasure she felt increased. She was about to hit the floor so she spoke up "S-sir m-my legs are g-giving out, could we move to the couch please" she squirmed hard from the pleasure of him and added "I've never felt this kind of pleasure for went Miro would bite me Master Zelma. Just then a knock came to his door and his other assistant Sauna said not opening it "Sir a Miro Mizuki is wanting in" Miro shouted "Zelma we need to talk!" Mimic froze and said softly "S-sir" Zelma slowly pulled his fangs out of Mimic and released her as he licked his lips. He walked back over to the couch and looked over at Sauna and shrugged. "Let him in." Outside the building the leader of the gang that had attacked Mimic watched at Miro got to the building and was let into the building. "Now what does the silver blade have to do with Zelma clock?" Miro came in and stared at Mimic "I came to get Mimic back so you don't drain her to death" Mimic walked with Sauna to the bathroom to clean up and then came back, and the two girls stood behind Zelma. Sauna said "Sir what shall Mimic and I do" Mimic stood there in her outfit with her newest mark from Zelma in sight of Miro's eyes "Sir any orders for us" Mimic thought 'he may be better to be with then Miro' Zelma just held out his hand for them to stay quiet and not to speak. "Iron, I take only what I need. You can see that she is fine. I haven't drained her nor do I tend on doing that. She offered herself, and that's the end of that." He watched Iron and folded his arms over his chest before looking at him. "You young blood need to learn some manners about coming into someone's home unannounced." Miro got pissed and said "How can you call me 'young blood' when my blood is from the sage Alice Eve my own former lover herself Zelma Clock" he stood and asked Mimic "Please come back Potato is worried, and I need you" Mike knelt down and held tight to Zelma's hand "Miro I came here of my own will, if Potato wants to see me I'm sure Zelma would be ok with him coming" she looked at Zelma to see his answer "Sir" Zelma looked at Iron and glared baring a fang but sat back. "I call YOU young because you are. You have not lived as long as I have. And yes I know you inherited the Blood of the Sage Eve, Silver Blade." He looked over at Mimic then nodded. "Yes, by all means let the little one come by here, as I said before when you first came here he's more than welcome to come. Now Miro that is settled. Mimic, Sayuka, do see our guest out." Sauna took Miro and Mimic followed as both bowed "Yes sir Mr. Zelma" they escorted Miro out and then came back after a few minutes. Sauna asked "Sir may I ask why you refuse to drink from me" the hint of jealousy on her words. Mimic froze not sure what to do "Sauna i don't think that is proper to ask of Master Zelma" Zelma looked at Sauna. "Because then your mind would become clouded and addicted, and you would prove then to be of little service to me and my errands, Besides you aid me in other ways." and in that he spoke of in bed but knew that now he would do the same with Mimic. But she would also be subservient to Sauna. "Now Mimic. I have given you, how do you plan to return?" Sauna left to go back to her things leaving them alone. Mimic blushed "I'm not sure what I could do sir, as you have tasted I'm still virgin and have no idea on how I could return" her voice showed she was nervous, scared, and even liking him. Miro sat in the shade with Set and hung his head "Set how could I have lost her to Zelma of all people" Potato was playing nearby with Main so Miro and Set could talk.[could you do set?] Zelma looked at Mimic and shrugged. "You'll have to figure out." He sat back and eyed her up. He knew it was going to be fun having her around as another servant. Set looked at Miro and gave a light shrug. "It is hard to understand why Miro, But with her and him we may be able to know more of what he does since now we'll have an insider." Mimic blushed and said "Um d-do you...have a..." she was trying not to be so embarked. She walked over and sat on the couch near him and said softly and shyly "D-do you have anyone you love as a mate" the question came out, and she turned red from asking. Miro had tears form "Set if you saw it you would have been worried, she knelt by him and grabbed his hand as if they were lovers when she spoke to me" Potato ran over "Hey brother I think that if Mimi does like him then maybe she can get him to be our friend" Zelma looked at Mimic and laughed for some time before he stopped and sat back. "I have not been asked that in ages but no I do not have my pet." He got up for a second and looked at Mimic and grinned. "Come here my pet. Middle of the room and kneel down, legs spread bit." Set looked at Miro and nodded. "I know this troubles you, but you do have a mission and cannot get too attached." Miro sighed "I know." he looked at Potato "Potato I have to leave again and I need you to stay and behave for Set got it. Set I will be leaving the zone again and will let you know ahead of time when I will return through Potato." Miro got up and vanished. Mimic went over and knelt down like he said and asked "Sir could I...become your girlfriend/mate" her face went red from not knowing how he would react to her feelings or questions "I'm sorry that was wrong of me to ask sir" Zelma watched her knowing she obeyed well. "You cannot just force those things on people my pet. As for right now you are my pet and I am your master. You will do as I say." He looked at her and kneeled behind her and grabbed her wrists and tied them behind her back and with her legs spread bit he then connected the rope to her ankles to keep her exposed to him. "Tell your master what you want him to do to you." Set watched Miro vanish before looking at Potato and smiling. "Hungry?" Potato smiled "Yeah I am, can we get ramen?" Mimic gasped at being bound and said "I want to be loved for the first time. And I want to be yours forever Master Zelma" her dress tore on the side from how she was positioned, so a bit of her thigh showed through the rip. Set looked at Potato and nodded and looked up at Cain. "Let's go." Zelma looked at Mimic and grinned licking his lips and nodded. "Good, you shall be mine forever." He smiled and moved a hand over her sides. "Tell me how does it feel to be tied and exposed, helpless to what ever your master may want to do to you, knowing you cannot stop him?" She blushed and said "I-it feels good master. I want to do anything for you. Please master Zelma make me yours in any way you want" she moved her hand trying to struggle for him. Main walked over "Alright sir, are you sure it's ok to let him go after Casa alone Set" Potato smiled "Hey Set lets be best friends ok" Zelma laughed. That was just a fraction of the true dark nature he knew resided inside of her. "You can do better than that my pet, I know you can. If you can convince me then you'll be rewarded. But if you can. I'll just keep you unsatisfied and wanting." He smiled and moved to the couch and sat down watching her. Set nodded. "Yes I'm sure." He then looked at Potato and nodded. "We will." Potato was happy and hugged Set "Ya come on let go eat" Mimic struggled more "Please master I want to be with you...ow" she hit the trying to get free, and her dress ripped more to where her white panties were showing a bit. She turned red and tried to get her hands free "Please sir I want to be loved so badly. I have asked Miro, and he always ignored my question, I feel like I can be myself and have you seen me for me not just a compromiser between red and black bloods. If you asked I would even become a black blood for you" she froze and turned away from his eyes and continued to struggle. Zelma watched Mimic and grinned. "So you give your body to your master.good." He smiled and untied her. Only to retie her to the table having her bend over it and tied her legs to the legs of the table. He smiled and walked over to her running his hand up the back of her legs. "Beg for it then. Beg for your master to please himself in you. Beg for him to rape and ravage you." Set nodded and headed to go get Ramen for Potato. Mike moaned at his touch and said "Master please take me, make me yours, do anything you want master just know I love you" she squirmed from being tied and as she felt his hands on her, she started to get wet "Please master rape me, do anything just make me yours in every way possible" Zelma watched Mimic and ran his hand up along her pantyhose legs before pulling her hose and panties down bit as he unzipped his pants and slowly slid himself into her. "All right then my pet, I shall make you mine." He grinned and pushed himself into her as she squirmed for him. "You may think all we vampires do s drink blood and sleep, but we do the same as you humans." Mimic screamed from the pain of him taking her virginity and said softly "Thank you mast, thank you for taking me as yours" she moaned and wanted to have more pleasure "Please master more, I want to feel more master. Oh god Zelma, I love you" she said being taken over by the feeling of him in side her and him being the first to enter her. Zelma looked at Mimic and grinned and kept pushing against her running his hands down along her sides then up to her mouth, sticking his fingers in making her suck on his fingers as he kissed her neck and sunk his fangs in. She screamed in pleasure and arched her back pushing her neck as close to him as she could. "Oh master, god I love how you treat me like a person" she said moaning and struggling to get free to be pressed against his body as she got wetter by the second. Gasping for air as she got wet she moaned and begged him "Don't stop master, please do more, take whatever you want from me" Zelma laughed and kept pushing away inside of her as he kept it up. His mind speaking to her. "You struggle to get free, but your master enjoys seeing you all tied up and helpless. It looks good on you, now talk dirty for your master to please him." Mimic threw her head back as she screamed "Oh god master! Yes oh that feels so good, fuck me harder aster, please more, I want more, take all the blood you want master. I don't care what you do aside from killing me" she began to buck her hips a bit not in control and moaned as she came hard for the first time and collapsed on to the table trying to regain her breath. Zelma let out a growl as he bucked into her and held onto her hips and started to release inside of her. Once he was done he pulled out and sat back on the couch and pulled out another cigarette and ignited it. He looked at Mimic and nodded. The ropes untied from her. "Good girl, now know you'll be sleeping here from now on." Mimic stood and looked at him "Yes sir, and thank you very much for this. She walked to the door to go clean up in the bathroom and said "Sir I meant what I said about loving you and i don't ever expect for you to return it just wanted you to know I love being with you and that Miro is more like a brother, just like Potato is like my little brother" she bowed and left to clean up. Zelma watched her walk out before he buzzed Sauna to tell her to look after Mimic, get her a new set of wardrobe and help her move into the manor. He sat back on the couch and blew out a puff of smoke He also left note for Sauna and Mimic for them to go shopping tomorrow for outfits for both of them and to get her set up. Sauna said ok and then helped Mimic move that night and in the morning they would go shop. Mimic went back to the room and knocked "Sir could I speak with you a moment" Potato found them a table and said "Set over here" he giggled having just become friends with Set. Zelma opened his eyes and looked at Mimic and put the cigarette out and sat back. "What is it Mimic?" Set sat down at a seat beside Potato and smiled as a waiter came over and took their order. She looked at him and said "Well I need to have you tell the company that I am working for you now or I will get in trouble big time" she walked over to him and knelt down "Would it be possible for you to call them and tell what is going on sir" Zelma looked at Mimic and nodded. "Yes I will take care of it, now go and rest you have a full day ahead of yourself with Sauna." He yawned bit and nodded sending her on her way. Set watched Potato finish eating and smiled. "Day draws near we should head inside and rest, let's all go now." She nodded and said "Thank you sir" she then left. Potato smiled "Alright Set, I can't wait to see what we do for fun tomorrow" The day slowly came, by the time it was up and shining, Zelma had sealed himself to sleep for the day. Now it would be up for Mimic and Sauna to go and go shopping and enjoy some time and get to know one another. The special zone was alive and vibrant during the daytime, but there was an unknown darkness that was slowly starting to get stronger by the passing days. The girls went out and had fun getting to know each other. Mimic got a new wardrobe and Sauna got a few things as well, and they had fun. Potato slept nicely and was happy that he and Set had become friends. As the girls were out shopping and heading for the exit someone was watching them. As they got out and rounded an alley corner they were grabbed and dragged into the alley. It was the leader of the new clan. He looked at the two girls as they were held by his partners and nodded as they were dragged into the abandoned warehouse and forced inside and tied up. Sauna screamed for help but none come. Mimic closed her eyes hoping she could get Zelma like when he talked to her in her mind 'Zelma can you hear me, oh please if you can that guy from before kidnapped me and Sauna' she prayed he could hear her. Sauna began to cry "Someone help us please" not more than a normal voice for having accepted that they were doomed to die. Mimic kept trying and hoping to reach Zelma 'please come to help us if you can master, I'm scared and don't want to be attacked' Zelma slowly woke up hearing Mimic cry out. He blinked and woke up before heading out focusing on her voice. The guy looked at the two and laughed running a hand over the both of them, inspecting them and feeling them up. "Yes you will sell just nicely." He laughed and looked at their bags. "Even have outfits to sell them in." Sauna looked at Mimic and asked "How can you not be scared Mimic" Mimic did not open her eyes concentrating on Zelma to help him find her "Because I'm focusing to help master Zelma" 'Zelma please hurry love they are talking of us selling nicely' she longed to hear him say he was there to save her. They looked at Mimic and Sauna and looked to their boss. He nodded, and the men moved in front of the girls and unzipped and forced them to start sucking them. The leader then headed out knowing that Zelma was coming. He would intercept him before he could get to the girls. Sauna cried hard as she was forced to suck on the guy. Mimic ignored that fact keeping her eyes shut 'Zelma watch out the leader is coming to intercept you while I'm forced to suck on his servant' hoping he would be ok and help her out soon The Servants kept the girls sucking before eventually releasing in their mouth. They looked at them and laughed. "What should we do now?" another shrugged. "Have our fun with them." Zelma would punish the men for what they were doing to his girls. "Don't worry I'm coming for you two and will help you erase their taste and replace it with mine how does that sound?" Sauna had begun to like the guy after sucking on him for a bit. Mimic cried 'Hurry they want to have their way, taste i don't care about, its anyone other than you inside me, I am scared of Zelma' she said struggling and kicking the guys away from her to stay clean of them til he got there 'please i don't want to get raped Zelma' Zelma focused on where they were before a ball of flame seemed to appear in the room. "Get down and pray to your god." the room lit onto fire, the men being scorched and exploding into ash as the ropes holding them broke. "You two head home. But I want you two dressed up, play a little with each other to warm up for me." Zelma met with the leader and started the fight. Sauna bowed and ran home "Thank you sir" Mimic ran to him and hugged him "Thank you for coming before they could do anything worse than cum in my mouth" she kissed him quick on the lips and ran back to the manor with Sauna. On of the guys shouted "Hey jerk you just let our fun escape, boss is going to hurt you now" Zelma looked back at the guy and glared before he snapped his fingers letting the man light on fire. The leader looked at Zelma and bowed. "Zelma clock, The prince with Red eyes, The Ancient Hunter, Red Eye Zelma, the bearer of god's flame. It will be an honor to finally extinguish the flame." The other guy who was still not on fire asked "Why would the Great Zelma Clock save to humans like those we had tied up" the one on fire dead now. The girls sat back at the manor and comforted each other by fingering the other and moaning. Mimic sent a thought to Zelma 'master we are ready now' Zelma looked at them and cracked his knuckles. "Because they are my humans." The leader looked at Zelma before issuing his man to vanish. "This isn't over yet Zelma." He glared before vanishing with his partner. Zelma sighed and shook his head before starting to head back to the manor. "I do hope you two are dressed up for me." Mimic giggled 'yes master we are. She has a back mini skirt and matching halter top, and I have a red strapless mini dress. We both have makeup on and are on my bed wet for you' Sauna laid there rubbing her clit praying that tonight she would finally be bitten by Zelman nodded and made his way back to the manor. He headed down to the rooms and opened the door looking at both Mimic and Sauna and licked his lips as he walked over to the bed and looked at them. "Hmm.who first." He smiled watching the two. "Each of you tell me why I should take you instead of the other." Sauna said "Because you have not taken me for a while master" Mimic leaned back against her headboard and said "I don't care if you take her first, just make her stop whining about never being bitten by you. That's all I ask master Zelma" the girls sat beside each other and waited for him to pick. Sauna of course wanting it to be her more than anything. Zelma looked at Sauna and got onto the bed before pinning her down and holding her down as he bore his fangs. "All right then." He looked at her and kissed her neck before plunging his fangs into her and letting his hands wander all over her body. Mimic fingered her self as she watched him have fun with Sauna. Sauna moaned and squirmed from the sure pleasure of finally being bitten by him "Oh, thank you, Master Zelma, thank you for batting me finally" and she began to arch her back. Mimic looked at him her eyes saying 'thank you for saving me again sir' as she played with herself in front of him. Zelma held Sauna down and fed off of her as his hand slid up along her legs to the edge of her skirt. The suppression team came to the area where Zelma had rescued the girls and pretty much lit the place on fire. "What the heck happened here?" The leader of the suppression team shrugged. "A fight but who would Zelma be going after, it seems we may have to pay a visit." Potato was out with Main and saw the team and a few burn marks that were Germans "Hey mister Why do you have stuff with Mr. Zelma's fire mark on it" Main walked up and put Potato on his shoulder "What is the suppression team doing near Zelma's manor, Chief Sahara[random name to use]" One of the workers who did Landry for Zelma said "My, the chief of the suppression team and Main the blue wolf, with young master Potato to what are these visits". Potato smiled we came to see Mr. Zelma and Mimi" The Suppression team was packing up its gear. "Well it seems we are doing the same thing. We have to visit him to get him to explain what happened so that we know it's not a resurgence of the Kowloon Children. Otherwise, we don't know why Zelma clock would unleash such a great attack in an enclosed area." The worker said "Hmm young master Potato you remember where the common room is. I will take you to wait there while I go to get the master and his helpers, Miss Sauna and Miss Mimic." She leads them to where they could wait. She then left and went to the room Mimic is in and knocked "Miss I know this is a bad time but the younger Mizuki master is here with a few members of the suppression team and main the blue wolf. She never touched the door and then went back with cola and cookies for them to have while they wait. Mimic froze and spoke out loud "Shit why the hell is the suppression team here" Zelma sighed and Slowly pulled himself out of Sauna and wiped off on her thighs before zipping himself up and cleaning himself up. "Fine, Mimic go ahead and meet with them, Sauna. You and I will deal with the suppression team." He just shook his head and grumbled bit but exited the room and headed out to talk with the suppression team Mimic nodded "Yes sir" and she put sweats and a sweater over her dress and went to see Potato. Once in the room she was pinned by him "Mimi, why are you here and not home where I normally see you. Oh, um brother is upset, and he went after Casa again to clear his mind." Main spoke up "Miro seems to think that he has lost you completely to Zelma Miss Pasturage." Mimic sighed "Main thank you for the tip. Potato I want you to do me a huge favor, let me know as soon as he is back. I'm going to talk with Zelma and get it set up so that you, me, Miro and Zelma all sit down somewhere and talk about this ok" Potato nodded "Right, um Mimi, do you hate us or something, is that why you moved here" Mimic smiled "No Potato i don't hate you, in fact I love you and Miro. But that love is from a girl to her brothers, I see you and Miro as brothers. I moved here because I love Zelma as a boyfriend ok" Potato nodded and told her that he was with Set while Miro was gone and that he would like to eat ramen with her and Zelma sometime, saying that Zelma owed him some ramen. The Suppression team spoke to Zelma about the attack inside the warehouse. "You humans don't get their fast enough and by the time you would have gotten there they would have been gone. I did what I had to, to ensure that they were safe. I can assure you that they were not Kowloon children, but they were something strong I'm not sure what bloodline they were or who let them in, but they are here and trying to spread." He sighed and shook his head. "Any further questions you can speak to my assistant." He then turned and left the room. Sauna said "So gentlemen any further questions that I can answer for you" Potato sat with Mimic on the couch in the common area "Mimi when will you come back and stay in your old home" Main sat and watched the two talk from the nearby chair. Mimic sighed "Potato I plan to stay here with Zelma for as long as I love him ok Hun. And I would like it if you call me sister ok" she sent tiny message to Zelma 'Hun I need help explaining this to potato' She gave Potato another cookie and said "What is it that Miro doesn't like about this" Potato said "The fact that Mr. Zelma bit you twice Mimi and that you are here at all" Zelma heard Mimic's message and was half the mind to ignore her, but he came up and looked at Potato and smiled tossing him a can of coke. "Hello there Potato." He even pulled out a drink for Main if he wanted it but said nothing to him as he watched the young Mizuki. "What can I do for you today?" Potato looked up at him "Hey Mr. Zelma, why is brother mad at you so badly and why did you bite Mimi" his eyes were full of concern and longing to know the truth. Main accepted the drink and just sat to make sure Potato was ok and waited. Mimic sighed and looked at Zelma, her eyes scared of what to do. Zelma looked at Potato and shrugged. "Your brother is upset because I did something he would not, why did I bite Mimi? Because she asked me to. It's what she asked, and she agreed to it." Potato looked confused "Mimi why did you ask him to bite you when brother does it for you anytime you want" Mimic sighed "Potato honey I asked Zelma to bite me because I want to be with him as lovers. You and Miro are more of like brothers to me and the love I have for you guys is that of family love ok" Main looked at her "Mimic we need to know if you are still a compromiser or not" Mimic shook her head "Sorry Main but I'm not, I do know someone who can take over for me though"[can I bring a random girl in as Mimi's sister to take over for her as compromiser?] (sure thing) Zelma just looked at Main then to Potato and was quiet but lit up another cigarette and ignited it with his fingers and sat back on a couch. "Now Main is there anything else you wish to know about before we cut this little meeting because I grow a little hungry and want to get some food." Main said "Just to know who Mimic plans to have taken her spot" Mimic smiled and set Potato down "My younger sister Kimono. She is younger by one year, and she is just like me. Hey Potato would you like to meet her personally, she is coming to visit in about a week" Potato's eyes lit up "Yeah I would Mimi" He and Main left. Mimic stood up and turned to face Zelma "So master Zelma what was it you wanted to have for food" Zelma cracked his knuckles and headed to where the kitchen was kept in the manor before starting to search through the many cabinets and refrigerators. "Something to eat after all it is...hey what time is it anyway?" He never really bothered about time because he could go for days without sleep and often did. "See if you or Sauna want any food." Mimic smiled "Its about 7 pm Sir" Sauna walked in "And it's ok if you two eat I'm not hungry" Mimic smiled at her "Hey Sauna what did the suppression team want" Sauna did not answer in case Zelma wanted to tell her. Zelma just shrugged showing that he didn't care if Sauna told Mimic what went on. He kept digging through the fridge before pulling out some of the soup Sauna had made a few days ago and heated it up in a flash and set it in a new bowl and started to eat. "If you want some you can have some." Mimic pulled some from the fridge and went behind him to get the microwave since she could not do what he did. Sauna said "Well Mimic they basically asked about what happened and I told them just that, we got caught and were going to be sold as slaves but master Zelma saved us. Then they left without another word" Mimic sighed and popped open the microwave. Zelma nodded and kept eating but as he did an idea started to formulate inside his head. He looked at his two girls and smiled and finished up the soup before he started to pace bit trying to formulate and pull all the strings of his thought together. "Sauna, Mimic. What I am going to suggest may make some sense and will be dangerous, but it may be a way to gain information and once and for all get rid of these new vampires who think that they can be rid of me." The girls looked at him confused. Sauna asked "Sir what are you talking about" Mimic sat and listened carefully to him while she ate her soup "Master Zelma I would be happy to help you in any way I can" she ate her soup and smiled at him curious to know what he was thinking of Zelma looked at Mimic then to Sauna and nodded. "It would involve you two going undercover. You would infiltrate the group that has been trying to attack. Find out why they are and what their plans are. I know it seems selfish but I'm also looking out for the safety of the special zone and don't want anything to happen to it. It's home." Sauna was afraid to do it. But Mimic stood up and said "Sir I would be happy to help you even after the incident" she walked over and kissed him on the lips just as Potato burst in "Mimi brother is back, and he's hurt badly" Mimic looked at Zelma "Help me please" Sauna got the first aid to help as well. Zelma looked at Mimic and nodded. "Fine my pet, lead the way." He pulled his coat on and started to head out of the manor following Potato. "Young blood, always getting himself into trouble." Potato lead them to Miro who was passed out and sitting on the front steps. Potato ran over "Brother, wake up brother i got Mimi" Mimic sat down and sighed "Damn it Miro why do you always end up like this?" Zelma walked over and looked at Miro and shook his head before walking and getting a bottle of water and holding it. When he came to he would pour it on him just to see if he was back to normal. "Okay so what happened to cause this whole thing?" He sat back wondering how it happened and what Miro was doing. Miro woke to the water "Damn it Zelma what the hell. And this whole thing is Casa's fault the new vamps to the zone are her followers though not Korean children yet" he looked at Mimic "What are you doing here" Mimic sighed "Shut up and listen. I am here because I am Germans girl ok. The love I have for you is family love just like with Potato" she then moved her heart to show him Zelma's mark claiming her Zelma closed the bottle water and put it away. "See it worked.he's back to himself." He nodded hearing about Cassandra and the new vampires. "Either way we'll find out what we need to know, Mimic, come." He then turned and started to head off. "See you again boy, glad your u and about." Miro shouted "Wait Zelma, why do you need Mimic" Zelma looked back and laughed as he walked back to Manor. He looked around and headed to his room. "How to start this.how to get you on the inside Mimic." He shrugged and called up. "Sauna, get done here. Help me come up with ideas." Sauna ran and said "What kind of ideas sir" Mimic said "I know Casa and if I go dressed as the compromiser she is sure to recognize me" trying to see if that would work Zelma shook his head. "No then she'd know we were onto her and her plan and she'd just move off. We need to get you in there without setting off suspicion. Hmm.I'm sorry but... You'll have to go in as a victim, willing or not." A knock came on the door and a girl poked her head in "Um excuse me, I was told my sister mimic was here" Mimic ran over and pulled her in "Kimono you are just in time. Zelma she is new why not send her in with me, since she needs to learn what my job intakes for dealing with" Sauna looked at Zelma concerned Zelma looked at the two then at Mimic. "Are you certain you wish to put your sister in that kind of situation, knowing what may happen?, No I am not responsible for an innocent, Only you My pet. If she wished to then it is her choice. Otherwise my pet I want you to get dressed up, alluring, seductive, and we are going to put you right out there for you to get into them." Miro and Potato walked in "Hold on Zelma if this involves Casa and anyone related to Mimic then we are to be included Got it" Kimono ran over to him and said "Oh my god I never thought I would get to meat the Sliver Blade. My name is Kimono, Kim for short and I am a year younger than my sister Mimi" Miro smiled "Pleasure to meat you. Please call me Miro and this is my little brother Potato" Potato smiled "Hi, hey Mimi i didn't know you had a sister" Zelma looked at Sauna. "Remind me to change locks around the manor." He looked at Miro and glared. "For one it shouldn't involve Casey unless her cover is blown and two what gives you the nerve to walk into my home unannounced and think you can just waltz right in here like you own the place." He glared and held a small flame in his hand. Kim stepped in front of Miro and said "I'm sorry I said he was with me and the I ran because I heard my sister was here so i kind got separated from him. I'm really sorry sir" Mimic looked at Zelma "Forgive her this once Zelma please" Potato seemed a bit scared when he saw the flame in Zelma's hand. Zelma looked at Mimic and glared. "You think you can get away with these actions my pet. You will be punished for it, You do not do anything without my prior knowledge and consent." He held the flame in his hand before he turned and headed out of the room rather pissed off. He stormed off to the roof and walked to the top of it. Miro sighed "You girls stay here with Potato I will go talk with him." Miro then left to the roof and said softly and not wanting to be on bad terms "Zelma may I join you for a moment" Potato held tight to Mimic "Mimi I'm scared I have never seen Mr. Zelma use his fire before" Zelma didn't even turn to face him. "You just can't let it rest, I didn't force the choice on her. It was of her own will that she chose, Not mine so you have no case against Me. But me... I can hold against you. Just barging in unannounced into someone's home, That is just as for the job... Its part of the life she chose." Miro sighed "I wanted to talk to you about that. Kim was telling the truth, she asked me where her sister was and once we were in the manor she ran off. I walked into the room cause the door was open and heard Mimic. Plus Potato said he heard Casa's name and that got me mad cause of how badly she sliced me up. I am glad that you and Mimic can be together Zelma and I hope we can be friends again" Miro sat down a bit away to give Zelma space and laid back "I guess I'm just overprotective of her because she was the one who took us in when we first arrived her end then finding out that she sees me as a brother, I just got concerned. I'm very sorry for how I've acted as of late Zelma" Zelma looked at Miro and then outside. "I know. And do you remember who was the first to offer you to stay at a home. I did. I know we may never stand on the same side and one day we may face off, Silver Blade. But It's that what we have that I enjoy. Sure I may be a sociopath and have no morals, but I know the difference between what's right and what isn't. Casa is your problem. We're going in to see why this leader of theirs wants to be rid of me." Miro scooted closer "Zelma if I could change anything it would have been us staying with you that way a lot of what has happened could have been avoided. Not to mention we may have been better friends. You know Potato always asks me why you and I have such a hard time being friends yet you and him hit it great as friends. I want to help you out cause if these new vampires are linked to Casa then we can take them both out at once. What do say, Friends" he held his hand out in hopes of friendship? Zelma didn't turn to him except he pulled out a cigarette and flipped it over to him. A sign that he wasn't going to hold hostilities yet but a friendship still wasn't there. He just turned and looked at Miro before turning and heading back inside. "You Can deal with Casa. My fight isn't with her. But the others, leave to me." Miro sighed, and a voice came to them "Hey guys we have a plan come on in" It was Mimic, and then she went in and waited for Miro cause Zelma was fast. Once Miro was inside Mimic said "Guys we think we may have a plan that will work" Zelma walked down and looked at them tilting his head. "What is it? What is the plan?" He pulled off his jacket and looked at them before sitting down on his couch pulling Sauna over. He watched them and pulled out a blood packet and drank from it bit as he held Sauna in his lap. Mimic sat on the couch holding Potato and said "Both me and Kim will go undercover and find out info that we need to take them down." Kim walked over to Miro sitting in a chair and said "While Mimi and I are gathering information you two..." she pointed at Miro and Zelma "Have to be friends again or Mimi and I agreed we would not do it" Mimic looked at Zelma "That's right Hun, You and Miro have to be friends again ok. Do it for me please, I know he is a pain but weren't you guys friends before I came here" Potato hopped down and ran over to Zelma "Hey Mr. Zelma, I think it's a great idea having them both go in since they want to help both you and brother at the same time" Zelma just looked at them and lit up another cigarette but said nothing. "Wouldn't put it as friends, just that we never saw the need or a reason to go against each other but fine we'll do it." He sighed and just kept smoking. It was surprising that all the smoking he did never affected his overall health. Mimic walked over and kissed his cheek "Thank you Zelma" She then went to sat down as her sister sat with her, and they pulled out small transceivers. Kim said "These are what we will be using to talk to each other for her to send telepathic messages to Zelma of both situations so Miro is going to be nearby a lot for info on Casa" Zelma shook his head. It was getting overcomplicated and that could cause problems. But if they wanted to risk it then fine by him. "One problem. Just how do you think you'll get them to show up let alone let you into them?" They stopped and looked at him "We don't know" Kim said sighing and leaning back "Man Mimi what are we going to do, we don't know how to get in" Mimic looked down "I don't know sis, i just don't know" Zelma nodded. "Well then we will have to go with my original plan. You'll have to be captured by them and get in through that way. So like I said Mimic I want you to get dressed up, alluring, seductive, and we are going to put you right out there for you to get into them." He cracked his knuckles and sat back. Kim said "What do we do if they try to bite us" Miro sighed and looked at Zelma "Zelma we might have to turn them if this is to work" Zelma shook his head. "They won't. They are selling for Sex and blood not to change them. To them it's a business and so they need them unchanged. Not a vampire." Miro nodded and sat there hoping everything would work. Kim said "Well then I guess Mimic and I should go change and come back to show you guys, right" Mimic got up and took her sister to change Zelma just sat back and waited wondering how they would look so that they can deal with this plan. He yawned and reached into his table counter and pulled out a pop and started to drink from it. The girls come back in and have matching outfits. Strapless black mini dresses, rad heels, and make up. Mimic said "Will this work sir" she looked at Zelma waiting to see what he said. Kim stood there nervous as Miro walked up and said "You both look beautiful" and he kissed Kim's hand. Kim and Mimic both blushed at Miro's words Zelma looked at Mimic and nodded. "Yes now you'll need to head out there. You can either be willing or we can do it unwilling which may draw them out even more, but that one is all up to you." He looked at the two and sat back wondering what they would decide on. This plan hinged on it. "Good luck." Mimic walked over to Zelma and kissed his lips quick "We will go willingly. I will keep in touch mentally ok sir" She walked to her sister and Miro "Kimono we have to leave now". Kim nodded "Ok. We'll keep in touch Miro" she blushed and kissed his lips fast then ran to the door to catch her sister. Zelma nodded and watched them head outside and to the streets. As they walked the streets they were being watched by scouts of the new gang. They watched the girls and murmured to each other. "They look good." Mimi and Kim walked a bit and looked in store windows acting normal. Mimic sent a message to Zelma 'Sir they have not shown up yet but I sense them watching us' She turned to her sister "I saw you kiss Miro you know" Kim blushed "What, can't I think the guy know as Silver Blade is cute. I gave him a kiss cause well....I like him" Mimic smiled "It's ok sis really, I think he may like you to so it all works out" Zelma nodded. "That's fine my pet. Know that we won't come for some time. You'll have to get in. infiltrate, gain their trust and give us information. When we get what we need then we will come for you. I'm sorry but that is the plan." The others watched Mimic and Kimono before dropping and whistling. Mimic said 'Understood and I love you Zelma'. Kim and Mimic turned as they heard the whistling and said "What do you guys want" Mimic was forced to walk back and pin herself in front of her sister against a wall The others looked at the girls and laughed as they walked closer to them. "Now what are you two fine ladies doing out on the streets like this huh." They got closer and closer till they had them pinned in. "I think you two should come with us." Mimic said "Why would we go with you, your not our boyfriends" Kim got scared and said "Sis they have fangs" Mimic talked to Zelma 'I think they just showed up because we are pinned to a wall about to be taken' They watched Mimic and Kimono before they grabbed them quickly grabbing cloths to put to their mouths to keep them silent as they hauled them off. "There is no point in resisting." They dragged them off and tied them before hauling them off to the warehouse. Kim and Mimic tried to fight to seem like they were not warning to go as Mimi said 'Zelma they grabbed us, and we are at a warehouse now' Kim thought hard 'I wish Miro could save us now, I'm scared' Zelma heard. "Mimic. Try not to transmit until you get information. I have a feeling they can interest the transmission. Do it when your safe.don't fight. Do as asked." They dragged Aikido and Kimono out before tossing them onto the ground. "Now what to do with you two." Kim stayed as close as possible to Mimic "What are you doing this for, who is controlling you jerks" Mimic asked not wanting to get hurt They laughed and looked at the two. One of them left to make a call while the other watched Mimic and grinned looking at the two. "You know you talk too much, but I know a way to stop that." "What are you doing to us" Mimic refused to shut up "I am not giving you anything you damn evil vampire." she then went on to say something rude "You are acting just as bad as those Korean children that attacked the special zone last year" He looked at Mimic and grabbed her reaching under her dress and pulling down her panties gagging her with them. He then did the same to Kimono and looked at the two. "Who to play with first." Kim started to cry and tried reaching Zelma 'i don't want to be raped' Just then Casa walked in "What are you doing to them. I said not to touch them" she walked over to Mimic and said "Long time no see Mimic, let me guess Miro and you ain't together" Mimic said "Thanks for engaging me and yeah Miro is a jerk I was wondering if you could use a little help from me and my sister Kimono" Casa smirked "Well saying that just saved you guys from becoming Korean children" The lower member just nodded and walked away mumbling. Zelma didn't answer them knowing It's what could happen and accepting the mission meet accepting the fact. A figure walked out and looked at Casa and snapped his fingers telling her to get over. "Perhaps but she isn't the true power, I am." The man watched the two. One day he had overpowered Casa and made her his slave. He used her as the figurehead for the movement, but he was the true leader. "Might have saved you from Kowloon. But not from slavery." Casa stood to the side after untiring the girls. Kimono stood clinging to her sister scared. Mimic said "And who are you" she glared at the man for having the lower guys be so cruel to women The man watched Mimic and glared. "Who I am is of no concern to you at the moment, but you may call me Sir. Casa. See to it that these girls are put in the pens and make sure they are restrained." Casa nodded and took the girls away. After they were alone, and it was safe Mimic contacted Zelma 'Zelma you there sir, and is Miro still there this is important to you both' Kim had fallen asleep leaning against her sister and mumbled "Miro help" Zelma opened up the com. "What is it Mimic?" Gin watched Cassia and looked at her. "What do you think you were doing interrupting the ones who found those two." He glared and drew out his whip and lashed it out having it wrap around Cassia's throat. "On your knees and beg for forgiveness." Casa gasped and begged "I'm sorry sir but I was surprised to see Mimic Pasturage, the compromiser for the special zone as a new slave and then throw her little sister in to the mix, and you can possibly rule the special zone. I thought it would be better if they weren't raped that way they would help us without any problems" Mimic said 'Casa is a sidekick to the guy in charge and she seemed surprised seeing me again she may help us get more info then we planned' Gin watched Casa and shook his head. "You know better than to disobey me and see that it doesn't happen again. Strip down to your nightgown and stockings and come out here ready to serve your master as punishment." Zelma nodded writing down the information. " Anything else Mimic?" Casa stripped and walked over to him "I'm sorry for disobeying you sir" and she stood there waiting for her punishment. Mimic said 'I'm not sure, but it seemed that Casa is wanting to either get free from this guy or die to escape being his slave just as we have been made...got to go I think someone is coming' Gin watched Cassia and shook his head. "Your incompetence just surprises me. Now tell me how should I punish you for your failure?" He watched her and tilted his head. Zelma nodded. "All right be careful." Mimic said 'we will, I love you and let Miro know that Kim misses him' She then woke her sister up "Kim gets up I think someone is coming" Kim woke up just as a boy in yellow showed up "Well, well, well. What is the Silver blades little blood source doing here" He smirked "Hello Mimic Pasturage, compromiser of the special zone, who is this girl with you" Mimic smiled "Hello Gaffer, this is my sister Kimono. So you under that guys control to" Gaffer sat and looked at them "Yeah I was told to guard you guys but i don't think it will hurt to talk as well. You can talk to that Zelma Clock guy mentally right, I want to ask for his help and for the silver blades help" Mimic froze and said 'Zelma, Casa's brother gaffer wants to ask yours and Miro's help' Zelma was skeptical about giving aid to Cassia and Yuri. "What does he want?" Gino made Casa kneel in front of him and suck him off while a low level vampire slid himself into her. Casa obeyed and sucked on her master while the other fucked her thinking 'god why me'. Mimic asked "Gaffer why do you want Zelma's help, you both he and Miro want to kill you and Casa" Gaffer opened their cell and laid his head on her lap "Please tell him that if they help free me from killing people under orders, and help free Casa from being beaten all the time that I will willingly let them kill me" Mimic was shocked at this and asked 'Zelma did you here that, maybe he and Casey could help us out after all with this' she gently said "Gaffer you better get back to your spot before you get in trouble" gaffer nodded and went back and said with tears "I just want Casa to be free from slavery. She is force to be a sex slave to every single guy here, minus me but that won't last long if Gino has his way and kills Zelma, Miro, Set, even Potato" Gin looked at Casa and nodded as he was getting closer and closer to releasing inside of her mouth. The one in her pulled out and another started to but Gin snapped them away. He looked at Cassia and ran a hand through her hair. "That may be punishment, but I still care and look after My Cassia." Zelma thought about it and shrugged. "I'll think about it." Casa had started to cry from what was happening. Kim and mimic both said 'thank you Zelma' Zelma wasn't too pleased with wanting to help Casa and neither was Iron. Gin looked at Casa and grinned and pulled her close wrapping an arm around her. "Why must you always think you can get away with failure then be surprised when you are punished. You know what's going to happen. You think it would be an incentive not to screw up. So tell my pet, why do you then still screw up?" He sighed watching her and just shook his head. Casa looked at him and said "This screw up came from seeing the Special zone's compromiser. I'm sorry sir but I met the last time I was here visiting Miro, the Silver blade, and she was with him. I figured we could use her help more if she was not turned" Gaffer got up and went to get food for them and him. He got back with a thing of blood for him, and some normal eggs and pop for the girls "Mimic here, let Zelma know that I will free you guys from this place even if it kills me" Mimic looked at him "Gaffer why are you doing that" He smirked "Because so far I am the only one to have caught his bite mark on your neck Mimi, now eat for you are getting out tonight after Gin goes to sleep" and he then sat and acted as if he had not just told them anything. Mimic asked "Zelma can you track were I call from, cause Gaffer just said he is busting us out" Gin looked at Casa then nodded. "All right then Casa. I want you to get the Silver Blade here. It's time that we manage to take care of him once and for all." He cracked his knuckles and looked down. "Well what are you still doing standing here? I want this done 10 minutes ago, get moving!" He sighed and shook his head. Casa quickly got up and ran to get mimic to use for bait to get Miro. Once by the cell she saw her brother "Gaffer did you tell them" Gaffer nodded. Casa sighed "Gin wants us to get Miro here asap, and he said we are to take care of him once and for all" Gaffer gasped and said "Mimic you can get them do it now, say it's an emergency" Mimic nodded "Zelma please you have to come get us now their boss Gin intends on killing both you and Miro and turning me and my sister into Korean children" Kimono held her sisters hand as she started to tear up

Black Blood Brothers_ A Dark Uprising|rating:3.0

Accidental Binding (Kitteredge x Op3999)

Door locked, shades drawn and lights off, Leo was cut off. His room in the basement was secluded enough that he was pretty sure no one would be able to walk in on him, but as for knocking on his door or the short window towards the top of one of his walls (that was recessed into the ground on the outside around the side of the house attached to the fenced-in backyard). Everything else was set, from the candles and incense to the circle drawn on the floor and the various rare and weird components set in small, metal bowls around the edge. This felt ridiculous. He was supposed to light the candles, sit in the circle and start chanting. Then, after the chant, he'd just unzip his pants and... well... jerk off into the goblet sitting in the center. When he finished, he had to keep someone in particular in mind. That someone would become the influence for the demon that would visit him, a succubus tied to his will to follow his commands. She'd appear to him looking just as he imagined, and then he could do with her whatever he wanted. An attractive thought, but more than a pipe dream, right? What if it did work, though? Leo's cheeks went bright red as he thought about who he was going to keep in mind, who was going to become the model for the succubus. His cousin, of all people. She wasn't the only attractive woman he knew, and he had access to the internet, so he could've just googled whatever porn actress he liked most and used her. Hell, he could've gone for someone famous and that would've been a hell of a night, wouldn't it? No, it had to be her. He'd had a crush on his cousin for a long time and this summer, their families were going to be spending a lot of time together (something about mom wanting to spend more time with her sister after the divorce, he thought) and he couldn't just let this fester. If this spell worked, then he could sate his desires in one night and never have to worry again. If his desires popped up in the future, he'd just repeat the ritual. It was going to be awkward either way, but this way, he could put it to some good use. Ifit worked, anyway. He sighed, his cheeks growing red-hot as he sat down in the center of the circle, using a match to light the candles that were now the only illumination in the room (using his phone so he could see the match to get the first one lit). Book in hand, he started chanting. The language was made up, obviously, but he was able to learn it eventually, and now he felt pretty confident in the words. It didn't sound too embarrassing coming out of his mouth, either. His optimism started to rise. Flames flickered in the dark as he went on, finishing the chant then setting the book aside, replacing it with a bottle of lube. Another deep breath and he unzipped his pants, took out his cock and started stroking it over the goblet. Aside from the metal itself, there were some shavings of ivory in there, a worn pair of panties he'd bought from some girl online and a red crystal (which ended up being the most expensive thing). He'd gone through a lot of trouble, but the thoughts of success plagued him. If it worked, and he'd instead just dismissed it? He couldn't live with that possibility. Leo closed his eyes, chest rising and falling in the old, worn t-shirt he wore. He thought of his cousin and her blonde locks, her curvy frame and ample bosom. He thought of her smile and her laugh as he stroked himself and his cheeks grew hot again. His focus shifted, and he thought about a teacher he had in high school. She'd been new to teaching and her tits were huge. Everyone talked about it, and now he was thinking about it. No! Back to his cousin. He needed to maintain control. He took a deep breath as he felt his member, hard and aching in his hand, gripping it firmly as he slid up and down. Blond hair, wide hips. He remembered that time she'd worn a miniskirt and the wind kicked up, and he was able to see her ass. That was a bad day to wear a thong... So close, almost there! The magic circle seemed to catch fire, slowly, distantly, like one of those fake fireplaces you turn on with a key, whoop, but it was bluefish and didn't seem to produce much heat. Still -- scary, right? The spell was working? The tattered little book he'd found in the library seemed to be good for something, and maybe it was a good thing he decided not to pick some of the more aggressive spells, the ones involving the death of small animals and grinding of their bones. The lines of the circle had been involved enough. The goblet in the center -- however he acquired it -- was one thing. The concoction of his own blood, chopped up figs and radishes, the scrapings of leather from an old dog collar, several parrot feathers he stole from a local pet shop, and, maybe weirdest of all, some oysters he dried up and mashed into pieces, spread with gloomy dark paint onto the center of the room. Whatever it was for, it protected him, now. A whoosh seemed to erupt from beneath him, like Luke Skywalker on Be spin, as if the bottom dropped out and there was no floor any longer, he was just kneeling there, jacking himself off. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see happy little devils prancing on the walls as pinwheels sparked in his eyes; then voluptuous little demon women getting reamed by the boy demons. But he had to concentrate. Upstairs, his mother Angela was just getting home. Even though the house was as solid as a rock, it was impossible not to hear the garage door shudder and steps just above him -- always useful to know when someone was home, of course. Leo's dad was already home, tucked away in his office, having brought pizza home for whenever anyone was hungry. The odor of greasy pepperoni wafted down, fighting with the scent of tallow candles (the book specified)." Larry," he could hear his mother say, "I thought I was bringing food home tonight. I got from this place Elise recommended. She went there with this new beau of hers, or some fellow who took her out, anyway, shrimp scampi, linguine. Heavens, if I didn't already tell you!" It wasn't hard to imagine her, a bit frazzled, late from a day at her law firm, her briefcase set on the counter upstairs. His father was probably sitting there with mouth open, wondering if she ever did text him and exclaiming that, look, Angie, leftovers are never a bad thing. Mom had moved into his study by now, anyway, and could no longer be heard. The damage was done, however: Aunt Elise, still beautiful for her age, but a bit haggard after her business with Leo's uncle -- actually, both Angela and Elise were kind of hotties, as sisters, boding well for his cousin Scarlett once she was in her forties -- roamed into his mind. Dating, the guess was, after her divorce, and wasn't that a good thing? And... did she sleep with those men? What did... she looks like when the lights were off... and... the way she talked, alluring, if a voice could have bedroom eyes... "Holy shit!" Leo muttered, opening his eyes to see the blue light cast over his body, gasping as he felt the rush of air against his skin. The spell was real! But what if, he couldn't help himself from thinking, this was everything? What if the spell was described as something other than what it really was? Like some old occultist chuckling to himself as he scribbled down a spell promising a sexual feast, but only merely designed to create this little show and to leave an embarrassed, hopeful kid like Leo sitting naked in his room with nothing around him but a mess he now had to clean up. If magic were real, then Leo could see himself doing just such a thing. He had to concentrate, though. He needed to make his mind work harder. Just imagining the vague, sensual femininity of his hot, curvy cousin was clearly not enough. It let his mind wander too much. Instead, he conjured a more complex scene in his mind, trying to ignore the signs of the spell in motion, waiting for him to arrive at completion. He imagined a woman beneath him, soft skin and long legs around his hips, winding up to join and between them a flower of heat and tight, pleasurable pressure. Trim stomach, fair skin and heaving breasts trembling with each of his thrusts, each stroke of his cock into her. Blonde hair splayed out on the bed, no the floor! They didn't even make it far enough, their passions forcing them to use the ground because they couldn't be bothered to take the extra steps without joining together first. Hands grabbed whatever they could, like the leg of a chair or a curtain or anything else. And when he looked down at her face, he saw...... His mother? Her voice penetrated downstairs and while she was nothing to glaze over, that seemed to be one step too far for Leo. The woman that raised him? That took care of him when she wasn't working? No! Leo tried to think of anything else, like TV and movies or the park down the street, or whatever, but despite the momentary slip, he needed to keep going, to finish this. Just... also not thinking about his mother. Scarlett was safer. They hadn't grown up together per se, but when they were younger, his mom and aunt Elise liked to joke about the two of them getting married. That wasn't so crazy, right? If they thought of it, then what was so bad about Leo thinking about it? Mom (no, don't think about her) and Elise weren't weirdos, right? Then, pleasure rose and Leo felt himself slipping over the edge, twitching cock tensing up and erupting messily into the goblet beneath him. He gasped, power swelling within his body and mind and the image that he held when he did it. The woman beneath him, blonde locks and sexy, sensual scents. Her shampoo, her perfume and her... juices. It was aunt Elise smiling back up at him, and he could just hear her bag him to cum inside her. Then, he was lost. Leo felt himself floating in a black void, naked and vulnerable. It was like space with little pinpoints of light in every direction and then, only by blocking those points out, did he see the shadow approaching him. It was feminine, large breasts and wide hips practically swaying in the void. The closer it got, the clearer it got until Leo could make out her features, the horns and the tail and the wings and... it was Elise! Thinking about his mom and then trying not to think about her made him skip over Scarlett entirely. She got close, embraced him, kissed him and when she drew away, he saw her lips move and no sound came of it, but he was left with a clear image of the words in his head, "My master~"Leo opened his eyes and he was in his room again. The candles had gone out, and it was dark, but he could still smell the pepperoni from upstairs. He reached around and found his phone, turned on the flashlight and looked around. He was alone. A wave of disappointment hit him, but at the same time, what the hell was all that he'd just experienced? The little demon girls getting pounded by other demons? The fire and the wind and that image of the shadow, of the succubus herself. If this was meant to mislead him, it was pretty thorough. Still, if it had worked, then where was his subservient, cock-hungry pet? Leo got up, concealing himself and walked over to the light switch. Turning it on, he looked around and... still nothing. Nothing except a disgusting mess in the middle of the floor. Leo sighed. He was hungry and from the sounds of it, there was plenty of food upstairs. He is aught to try some of what mom got first so she didn't feel bad. Besides, she said that aunt Elise recommended it-That gave him a flush of embarrassment. First, he had to deal with having a thing for Scarlett, but now his aunt, too? What was wrong with him?" Time to get to work..." Leo said, picking up the box of stuff he'd snagged specifically to clean this up. (been a hell of a day. Elise Farah blew the hair out of her face as she piloted her silver Mercedes homeward, toward Silver Lake. The freeway was jammed up, and she was staving off a tipsy feeling after drinks with Harvey Massengill, a film exec at Paramount and one of those dozens who circled around, here and there, friends of friends, that sort of thing, after the split with Dan. Twelve years her senior which, at this point, made him close to an old man (when did she get so old?), she wasn't sure why she ever accepted a date, or get-together, or whatever it was, and sure enough he proved slick. Instead of a nice, mature man who was a divorcee of his own, he made it clear his mind was as one-track as a fifteen-year-old. This, after showing five different houses and getting stood up on two. The 'clients' never showed. This happened, but lately was grinding her nerves. A pile-up near the exit ramp forced her to lose another twenty minutes, and she skated home without even thinking about dinner. Scarlett was wandering the house, chatting on her cell phone, giving a curt hand-wave and rolling her eyes at the same time, a dual gesture that was meaningless -- was it aggressive, or friendly? And then the girl disappeared after Elise got into sweats and her mother had to track her down -- she was on the patio, overlooking the pool, only her phone visible in the darkness -- in order to ask if she wanted dinner." Mom, do you realize how late it is? I ate, like, a billion years ago."" Alright, hon. Alright." She had a headache, although a little white wine washed it away. The house felt too vast, a rangy one-level with a game room, four bedrooms, thee and a half baths. She sat in the den, looking at the large blank screen where Dan used to project his movies. Die Hard, Lethal Weapon, big action fan, until he actioned himself right out of the house. She nearly nodded off until realizing she needed sustenance and found some celery, cottage cheese, and a hard-boiled egg in the fridge, and ate at the granite island installed five years before. Then it was back onto the plush chair in the den, sipping on wine, picking eggshell off the front of her comfy shirt. This is where she dozed. And then woke, drenched in darkness, unsure what time it was, her head twisted back onto the rest, drool escaping her lip. She pulled herself up with a snark, wiping the saliva, and felt horrid. Not horrid. Weird. Overcome by horniness, but not a girlish burst of wanting to rub herself against something or just, whatever, the way she sometimes did, the sight of Harrison Ford or Denzel Washington or some guy coming out of a gym when she was really feeling it; instead this was a horrible, deep, basically... her innards were throbbing. Her breath was shallow. Her heart pumping, like a bad dream, but the opposite. If she had a dick, it'd be tenting her sweatpants. Her skin was on fire, her scalp tinged with sweat. "Fuck..." she muttered, and looked around, called, "Carl? Scarlett?" No answer. The headache was gone. Replacing it was a manic image of Leo, her nephew, and when she realized this as she stood, she nearly collapsed, her mind going woozy, vertigo, like she was tipping over a canyon. "Master..." she muttered, instead of a "motherfucker." Normally not a big curse -- and especially not around her daughter -- at times it came out. Pushing herself back to her feet, she felt like her pussy was going to gush, almost needing to give birth again, twenty-some-odd years later. Holy hell, what was going on? In the distance, miles away, a direction she could only vaguely recognize as where her sister and brother-in-law lived, she sensed a presence -- it warmed and soothed her thinking of him. Him? Him? (Leo cleaned up the mess, making sure to scrub and, once he took a look at the floor and realized it looked a littletooclean, swept some dust up from under his bed and sort of just scattered it around. It was probably too much (it was definitely too much), but Leo didn't want to have to explain anything about this. He wasn't the best liar, and he didn't even want to start. By the end of the cleanup, though, he was starting to feel a little overwhelmed. The spellhadworked, but not in the way he thought it would. Maybe the stories of succubi were just inflated, that that little encounter in the void, wherever that was, was all there was to it. Maybe the thing about him being master was just a little tease and in reality, he'd just freed her soul from Hell. Now, she was free to do whatever it was that succubi really did. At any rate, one thing looked pretty sure and that was that there was no sexy succubus waiting around for the pleasure of sucking his cock, so whatever the explanation for the spell going the way it did, he had to come to terms with the fact that there was no reward waiting at the end of it. So, mentally exhausted and hungry from the stress of doing what he did in secret, right beneath his parent's feet, Leo trudged up to snag some linguine and maybe a couple slices of pepperoni to take down with him when he went back to his room. He did this while trying to avoid his parents, especially his mother. He still wasn't quite over what he'd imagined earlier... And later, when he was done with dinner and came back downstairs, he locked his door again and begun his nightly ritual. College homework due soon was already done and everything else, he was saving for later (that was future Leon's problem, after all), so he sat down on his bed, opened the top drawer in his nightstand and started browsing Pornhub on his phone. Once he got going, full, turgid length in his hand, he couldn't help but feel a little... out of it. Nothing was really doing it for him no matter how hard he looked. He was hard, sure, but the same satisfaction just wasn't coming and on that subject, he wasn't anywhere near cumming, himself. Looking for blonde milfs seemed to help, but it still felt like there was something missing. With a frustrated groan, he closed the video and tossed his phone away. He couldn't help it, he was fantastically horny, but while the engine was started, he couldn't get into gear. He shook his head at nothing and closed his eyes for a moment, but when he did that, an image popped up. Aunt Elise, smiling up at him, completely naked and legs spread around his hips. The same image he'd built before during the summoning ritual. His cock twitched without him even touching it. Was that it? It felt weird since with Scarlett around, he hadn't thought of Aunt Elise like that that much, but the ritual had gone sideways and, for whatever reason, that was the shape the succubus had taken. Keeping his eyes closed, he started stroking again and that'when he started feeling it again, quickly rising to the peak he'd been seeking this whole time. Great. Now he had a thing for aunt Elise, too. What next? (heaved toward the fireplace. The stupid fireplace. Every top-end home had one, even in L.A. This one painted white, brass fittings, classy. God, why did she feel toward? About ten different things wrong with her right now. Feeling like she needed to vomit, she wandered forth, but finding herself in the garage instead of, say, the kitchen, which was closer, or one of the bathrooms. She and Scarlett's cars were silent in the darkness; back in the day, their daughter would park on the driveway. There was a patch of concrete turning off into the landscaping. Elise hit the garage door opener and the garage shivered as it bolted awake. Outside was their lovely neighborhood, the quiet houses of their neighbors, the violet tinge of the sky. In a minute she was upchucking into the nearby grass. Why was she out here? What if anybody saw her, taking a second look at the drinks she had with Harvey and the salad she ate? And, worse, why did she have a powerful urge to wander off down the street, barefoot, in her velveteen sweats. The throw-up made her feel slightly better, and she turned back into the house, wondering if she was a twenty year-old again, a college girl again, or something, but the world seemed to tilt, like she was on a ship in a storm. Head in a vise. Not exactly a headache, but like her mind was trapped. Prickles on her back, even down around her bottom, above her ass. Mostly an intense warmth in her belly and loins, her breasts aching, her mouth hot to latch around something, anything. Madly she continued to think of her nephew, which was... effed up. She tried to take a shower and wound up sitting on the inbuilt tier at the end, the ten-level spray from the large shower head soaking her, and mashing her thighs together. Continued to pluck at her nipples, started touching her clit. The powerful urge to wander back down the street remained, terrifying her. Finally, she wandered out of the still-going shower, managed to get a towel around herself, but somehow the feel of the plush terrycloth made her body ache even more." Angie?" she questioned when her sister picked up, elsewhere in the city. "Hi." They often talked, a phone call wasn't rare. But Elise stood there with the phone dully in her hand, dripping onto the carpet. Dripping... between her legs. She was afraid... it wasn't just water. Of course, it was just water. "Yeah, hon? How's it going, Elise?" Elise paused. "Just... just fine." She shivered. "How is everything?" She momentarily forgot her brother-in-law's name, who she'd known now for twenty-seven years. "How... how is Leo?" ("Leo?" Angie, Leo's mom asked, "Well, he's downstairs in his room, I think." She said, her tone a bit unsure. She was right, though. At the time, Leo was still just sitting in the dark, jerking off to thoughts of fucking his aunt, his mind getting more creative with how they were doing it, what kinds of positions they were in and even adding others to the mix as well. Leo thought about standing next to the edge of a bed with Elise on all fours on top of it, his hand gripping her hair as he pumped himself in and out of her mouth. His mind wandered from there to the older woman positioned straddling his face, a hand reaching behind her back to grip his manhood and stroke as his tongue lavished her folds. That, funny enough, was the one that made him cum." Honestly, I'm a bit worried about him. He keeps to himself, which is fine for his age, but I just miss the days he'd actually talk to me, you know?" She rambled, "His door's almost always locked. Oh gosh, that makes me sound so old, doesn't it? Ugh. Anyway, I went to that place you told me about, but you'll never guess what happened!" Angie went on to explain how she'd come home to find that her husband and Leo's father, Greg, having gotten pizza. She expressed how frustrated he was with him since she'd discussed bringing home food earlier in the day, but appreciated the fact that Leo had at least tried it, although she never got an opinion about it from him." He has a healthy appetite, I guess. How are you doing, Hun? It's kind of late, isn't it?" Angie asked, dressed herself in a robe ready to go to bed any hour now as well. (Elise chatted with her sister on the phone, her brain was infected by images of her nephew sticking his dick into her mouth, her slobbering over it like some menial slut, and then another position, her frigging her pussy over his mouth as she twisted and jacked the same dick. It was astonishing how vivid the imagery was, how... Alluring. Maddening. How immaculate her imagination could perceive the shape of his body... In fact, that she wasn't doing it, actually, was actively giving her a headache, her mouth dry, sweat beading on top of her lip. "Oh... my..." she found herself saying." What's that?" Angie asked. "You... are you okay, darling? Hon, Elise, everything okay?"" Ye... yeah... Go on. The restaurant and Greg. What... what were you saying?" Elise had the fridge open in the kitchen, was enjoying the cool mist escaping. Meant to get some water, but instead was leaning against the chrome door and was rubbing her hand over her clothed crotch. Somehow she'd clutched the phone between ear and shoulder and was rubbing her nipple beneath her shirt and bra. Fuck... Holy shit... When Leo orgasmed, she let out a small cry of amazement and disappointment, as if he'd jetted into her but not. By the time Angela started asking herwhyElise asked about her nephew, she was trying to regain her composure. Jittery, she poured a glass of filtered water and guzzled it. She heard Scarlett in the other room -- thank Christ she hadn't walked in. "Uh... no reason. I'm sorry about Greg. I'm sure he means well..." They continued on. Angela was a great friend in addition to being her sister, but her mild marital disappointments were nothing compared to her own divorce. Angie just had blinders on at times. The water helped, and she continued the conversation, talking about the houses she was selling, as she wandered upstairs wondering if she was going to have to 'take care of' herself... (as Angie and Elise finished their conversation, Leo had time to clean himself up and lay down for bed. It had been exhausting, the events of the previous day, so it didn't take him long before he was totally out. His dreams, however, were filled wither. Thoughts of her standing in front of the fridge, too horny to resist the urge to paw at herself, crying out for some reason, he couldn't see. It was just a flash before the usual programming kicked into place and Leo found himself in one of his favorite sexual fantasies. Scarlett was usually there, but this time, it was Elise dressed up as the concubine sat prostrate before his throne, gazing up to him. He relaxed as he let her get to work. The dream was long as it was detailed. In the morning, Leo had another embarrassing mess to clean. Something that hadn't happened to him in longtime, but at least now, it was easier to hide. Changing clothes and tossing the soiled boxers into the hamper (and burying them a little for good measure), Leo ambled carefully up to the bathroom and stepped into the shower, taking a nice, long, hot one. There, he got to thinking. Why was he so obsessed with aunt Elise all of a sudden? Even with Scarlett, it hadn't been this bad. One good orgasm before bed thinking about her usually had him dreaming of other things, usually an anxiety dream related to school. This time, though, it was right back to the sexy stuff and it was all Elise. Having her go down on him and cumming down her throat to bringing her up onto his lap, no rest time between the first and second round. In the dream, he didn't mind the idea of tasting himself on her lips and embraced her eagerly as she started to ride him. Filling her again and again and again, it was no wonder it had resulted in a wet dream. The sheer depth of involvement with Elise in his thoughts pointed towards the spell. Maybe he'd entertained a thought or two about the older woman and her impeccable physique, but never to this level. The fact that it seemed to focus on his thoughts, though, and not create a subservient, physical being that could share his bed was disappointing. It had been a hell of a dream, though. Leo wondered if that was going to become a regular occurrence. He didn't like the idea of having to clean up every morning, no matter how good the dreams were. Of course, how long had it been since someone shared his bed? If it were strictly the one at his house, the last time would've been just after high school graduation. He spent a lot of time with his then girlfriend, but they started to grow apart and when she got accepted to an out-of-state school, it was over. Leo took it pretty hard at first. She was his second real relationship and this one had been more than just physical. He didn't talk about the first one, though. He couldn't, unless he wanted to get Miss Espinoza, his high school history teacher, in serious trouble. Was that why he was so obsessed with Elise now? A bit of a dry spell now and suddenly, he was trying to recreate something he used to have. It was time to end that dry spell, then. After high school and his break-up, Leo resolved himself and decided on a career in archaeology. He wanted to study old ruins, piece together ancient bones. Studying those things grounded him and made him look at life differently. It was a passion, of course, and part of it was how small it made him feel, like no matter how unremarkable he was, it didn't matter because it was just a single grain in the universe's hourglass. Finally studying something he was passionate about benefited Leo in many ways and one of those was letting go of traditional ideas about relationships. Back in high school, Leo was just looking for what his parents had, something rooted in youth that lasted forever, but now, he found himself experimenting. He'd been with a girl who was part of a polyamorous relationship although that ended when she broke up with her primary partner and had taken some time to put herself back together. Leo had had a number of other flings, some getting pretty passionate as well, but it all seemed sort of temporary. He wasn't the only one finding himself, and it was easy to go from acquaintances to friends and then lovers and back again without anything getting too serious. As Leo left for school, trying not to think too hard about Elise as he took notes and prepared to go back to work at the museum afterward, he tried to focus on what to do next. Should he keep delving into the book to find other spells or would they, like this one, fail in some unexpected way. The fact that it worked at all was amazing and changed how Leo looked at the world, but he couldn't just go to the nearest Wiccan store and find the abridged version of Magic for Dummies. As far as he knew, this was the only book in existence that actually worked. Maybe it was time to cut his losses and return it, but if it was real, maybe he is aught to risk it. Could he go on knowing that real magic was out there without finding out more? So, for the duration of the day, even as he ended his shift and returned home, Leo was balancing his thoughts between Elise and the book, trying to figure out what to do next. This was going to make family get-togethers weirder than they already were if he couldn't solve this. He tried masturbating more, but it didn't seem to take the edge off. Something was missing, but at the moment, he couldn't quite figure out what that was... (evening into the night was a long sweat for Elise. Only fairly late did she settle down, her body finally agreeing that there was no tonic for whatever ailed her. (Tonic, other than another glass of white.) Muttering and walking free from the refrigerator, walking almost like a cowboy, her legs bowed like scraping her shapely thighs together were going to make her insides explode, she nearly went into the garage and drove over to her sister's house. Some bad mockery of a thought returned Leo to her mind. At first, she was anxious. Not always did she believe in premonitions, like he'd get in a plane crash or something (was he travelling soon?), but sometimes she did. This was different, though. Embarrassing. Deeply embarrassing. Like she was in heat or something, and the last thing she wanted was to knock on si's front door and see her brother-in-law while she was clawing at the door frame. Or, worse... Leo. God.Finally, she got into bed, not doffing her sweats like she sometimes did (sleeping naked), and wouldn't you know it, but Scarlett was knocking discretely on her door. "Dressed, Mom?" The cheerful blonde, oblivious to the fact that it was midnight, started bubbling over like a cauldron about her study cohort at UCLA and this and that. Elise could barely keep track. But finally the night ended. The next day was a bit better, until the gnawing picked up around midday. She went to the office after doing some spreadsheets and such in the office downstairs, then was supposed to show some houses in Beverly Hills and Silver Lake. Posh residences. One client was a single man in his mid-fifties, so a bit older than her, a silver-fox type, except not quite handsome, and she nearly tore his sweater off him to do him right there on the carpet. Once again filthy thoughts filled her head. It was insane. That night, Scarlett was supposed to hang out with friends. The twenty-year old really could do what she wanted, so it was no big deal. Meanwhile, poor Elise considered calling up an escort, some hot Channing Tatum type to just undulate his abs or something -- man she wanted to suck his cock -- or, what? Holy hell. Her brain was buzzing by this time, like when she was accidentally slightly addicted to painkillers after she slipped on the pool deck that one time. (Fortunately she was not an addictive personality.) Cold turkey was a bitch. Again, finally, she got into her SUV and was about to head over to Leo's again -- why? Why? -- but turned back and, instead of heading home, for some reason she was going to Melrose and found herself parking on a side street. She was still wearing the dark, fairly modest dress she had on during the day. It showed off her figure, had ruffles on the front, showed a bit of cleavage and her toned arms. In the rearview mirror she fixed her hair and applied a little lipstick, and soon she was waved into this place called the Crowbar. Pounding with heat and beats, she was easily the most cougar in the joint. In the throbbing light she knew she popped a little, too old, maybe, but she didn't care. She headed to the bar with her clutch in hand, slid into an empty seat, and ordered a vodka tonic. Elise may have been the oldest woman in the club, but she was still dressed to fit in and in the minds of the college guys there, it wasn't much of an issue. Most were already too tipsy to wonder why a woman of her age was here in the first place and Elise's body was still as shapely as many of the younger girls there. There were some tells, of course and lots of people spotted her for what she was, but that was kind of the point of the club, right? Some people came just to dance, but others came to hook up and if that's what Elise was there for, then good for her, right? The question was, who would be the first to go hunting for the cougar? Didn't take long for that question to be answered when some buff, red-headed, popped-collar guy slid into the stool next to Elise, body to the side to face her and arm set on the bar in front of her. The buttons of his shirt were undone so that the top of his chest was easy to see, a bit of sweat and muscle clear as day even in this light. All in all, he wasveryclose." Hey babe, you just get here?" He asked with the dumbest smile on his face. It was almost enough to make a girl look for a route of escape out of instinct, even if they were horny enough to jump on the first stranger that approached them. Either way, Elise would inevitably notice the young man on the other side of her. He seemed to be part of another group, but maybe not into this whole scene. He was on his phone, a drink in front of him as he browsed sites to pass the time. More importantly, though, he was a smaller, thinner guy than the one flanking Elise with dark brown hair that held some loose curls to them. Cute, but not in an overly masculine way. All in all, he looked a fair amount like Leo, but he wasn't Leo. He didn't seem to have noticed Elise or if he had, didn't figure on using the same tactics as the other guy. Maybe he wasn't into older women, but then again, minds could be changed." You're pretty hot. You know, for an older lady." The popped-collar on Elise's other side said, showing a bit of his drunkenness. He'd be easy, obviously, but was he was enticing as Elise's other option? (was the thing about eighteen-year-old guys at the peak of their sexuality and women at age thirty-five or whatever? Well, Elise was past that age by a good bit, but boy did she feel like she was peaking pretty damn hard about now. Fucking hard, excuse her French. She was nearly grinding down on the stool as she smiled at the bartender, her hips swaying slightly from side to side. Out of place, definitely. She was a fish out of water, here, and sipped her vodka tonic as she scanned the crowd. "Ugh," she grumbled. The place had a sheen of stickiness to it, drinks on the floor, cheapness everywhere. It wasn't a bad place -- none of the kids were out of place or were rough or actually cheap, but the vast difference between her status in life and theirs was pretty obvious. Hell, she could probably pay the outstanding bill at the bar, all of it together, without really flinching. These were kids with roommates, meanwhile, their car notes paid by their parents. Some of them were probably college kids. Like... like Leo. Goddamn it. When the popped collar guy sat next to her, she nearly jumped, definitely groaned, his immediate masculinity unavoidable, as dorky and bluff and dumb-headed as it was. Already her nipples were hardening even more against the soft padding of her bra cups. Sweet Jesus. She nearly grabbed him. "Older lady?" she asked, into the field of his fetid tipsiness. "Yeah, a puma, or whatever. Listen, man..." Her voice was droll and throaty, a level of sensuality she hadn't felt... even well before the separation and divorce. Suddenly she became aware of the Leo-figure next to her, and it was like her head was the outside of the bell and the clapper just rang it. Her mouth nearly dropped, her panties nearly melted. A gush, nearly, below." Uh... hi... hi, there," she said, quickly forgetting the red-headed lad with the shaved pecs. The narrower chest of this guy, his selfishness. Fuck, she was tucking her hair behind her ear like a dippy schoolgirl. "I'm... I'm Elise. What are you doing there?" "Hmm? Me?" The smaller guy said, looking up from his phone to find Elise looking at him, introducing herself and lookingverymuch interested. His face flushed at the sudden and certainly unexpected attention. He didn't even notice her age at first, just that she was pretty and looking right at him, asking what he was doing in a place like this. He wasn't an idiot, though. She was definitely interested in him or, at the very least, acting interested. At the moment, it didn't really matter because it was a nice distraction. He just hoped she wasn't some kind of prostitute or something." Yo, what the fuck?" The bigger guy asked. This was a new one. He'd had girls brush him off, tell him to go away, that they had a boyfriend or husband or just threw something at him and told him to fuck off. He prided himself in the fact that the latter rarely happened and that, often enough, he could strike up a conversation that, several drinks down the line, would turn into something else. Never, though, had he had a woman suddenly turn to flirt with someone else like that. Like she was trying to snub him by coming on to that loser? He was about to do something that everyone would regret when a friend of his came up." Bro!" The new guy said." Dude, not now."" Bro! Stacy's here and she's got a new guy!" Stacy was the other guy's ex, someone he definitely wasn't over and soon enough, the two were gone. About ten minutes later, a fight would start, the bouncers would step in and all those people would be kicked out, but for now, Elise was left alone with her new crush." Um, well..." He stammered, reaching up and scratching his head nervously, "I'm just here with some friends. Waiting while they dance, anyway. Wait..." He furrowed his brow and looked out onto a dance floor completely bereft of his friends, "Fuck! Where'd they go? I hate it when they do this!" He said, frustrated. Then, a sigh and he looked back at Elise." Sorry, I'm Kyle." He offered her his hand, "I guess I'm not really doing anything right now. Why, do you have something fun in mind?" He asked, not thinking about how suggestive that sounded or how she might not take it as the joke it was. (was ready to grab the red-head buff guy by the balls and twist. She had her target and, damn, was she feeling an internal heat. The vision of Leo superimposed itself almost exactly over this kid, then her eyes wavered a bit, like she was drunk, and she could see him for who he was -- almost. He was cute, in a dorky way. She could barely stop from tussling his hair and... wanting to suck his cock." What the fuck is wrong with me?" she asked herself, vocally. She stared at the bar, then up at the bartender messing with credit cards. Thiskidplaying with his phone, here withfriendsand so wet behind the ears they might as well be swimming pools. But she had to squeeze her thighs together. It was madness, this thing pouring out from inside her, a massive, uncontrollable urge. Leo was there, but not, reminding her of when she was, well, not too much younger than this guy, making down on a boy who looked just like River Phoenix. This was almost exactly the same way, giving her a gush inside, a lightness, a lack of certainty. A lifetime of experience allowed her to control it. She turned on her stool and leaned back, seemingly in control. A swish and her hair came off her face, a light smile, and she shook his hand. "Hello, Kyle, I'm Elise. I'm looking for some fun. Aren't you? Do you like to have fun?" Unconscious of the cougar maneuver, she flagged the tender down nonetheless and said, "What are you drinking? Let me get the next round." Kyle was a bit confused. Elise may have been an older woman, and he was starting to notice a bit of that here and there, but she was still hot. It made him wonder why she was talking to him at all. The way he understood it, it was more on him to start the conversation if he was interested, but the way she led the way was both relieving and suspicious. The thought of her being a prostitute, picking him out of the crowd because he looked shy enough not to say no, nagged at him. Then again, he had a little extra money in his bank account, so even if she was... But where hookers supposed to buy alcohol for their guys? Their Johns or whatever. That didn't seem right, so maybe Elise really was interested in him, but it just had this "too good to be real" sense about the whole thing. Another part of him urged him to ignore that thought, though. A pretty insistent part growing more vocal downstairs." Really? Alright, but I've got the next one. I'm just drinking this IPA, but it doesn't really matter. Beer's beer, right?" He said with a hopeful smirk, wanting that to be the right thing to say, "And yes, I do like fun, whatever you hear from anyone else." He added with a chuckle. Elsewhere, Leo was surfing the net. At the same time, though, he couldn't help but shake the feeling that someone was doing something with something of his. His... property? It was a persistent thought, but the only thing he could think of was his car parked up in the driveway. Obviously, he believed in the supernatural, but he never had any inclination like this before, especially with the car. Still, he tried to ignore it until it got to the point where he had to get up and go check. Sure enough, nothing wrong with his car, but that sensation was still there... (caught the uncertainty in this slender, dweeb demigod. He wasn't used to getting cornered by... well, anyone, and Lord knows Elise wouldn't haveeverbeen the one to do this back when she was his age. This guy? No. But now, she could sit on a freezing pack of water, hell, stick it between her legs, and barely feel it. A puddle within minutes. That had to be finessed, however, and she still needed to clear her head enough to not do something utterly idiotic, like sleep with this guy, however badly she needed and wanted to. "So... Kyle. You seem trepidation," she smirked. "Truth is, so am I. Do you want to know how often I come into places like this, looking for guys like you? Never. This is my first time. Normally I go for a classier crowd." She paused, thinking this through. "I'm sure it's the same for you. Doesn't seem your speed, the sweat and the beats and... loud music. You seem like more of a thoughtful guy, am I right, Kyle? And don't worry about your IPA. I'll get these rounds. I just want to..." Bone you." Get to know you a little bit more." Kyle raised an eyebrow. So, this was a first for her as well? The light hid her age somewhat, and he wasn't usually one to pay that much attention to those kinds of details, usually (he had a hard time keeping his gaze above her shoulders, though), so it didn't strike him as that strange. Still, classier crowds and stuff like that made her sound like a bit of a snob. Luckily for her, that was right up Kyle's alley. He'd call himself a thinking man, but in all honesty, it was just the same thing in a different package, the same experience in a different locale. He really was a lot like Leo in that regard. Lustful, but not swimming in the same channels as the rest of the fish, so to speak." I guess I wouldn't call myself classy, per se, but yeah, this isn't really my scene." He said, looking out over the crowd dancing and gyrating, envying the couples grinding against one another, "But I kind of get it, you know? At least they're honest. Pretty much everybody here knows what they want and anyone who thinks otherwise is in the wrong place. Sometimes, I just wish I could be like that. Just let loose and fit in, but it feels like you need practice. I wish there was an easier way for people to communicate what they really want, but with no hurt feelings. Is that dumb?" He turned to look back at Elise. He had to look away before because he felt like he was staring when he didn't. As weird as this was for her to approach him and start talking, asking to get to know him, he wanted to go along with it. Whatever fantasy or whatever she wanted to get out of this was fine with him so long as he got to spend a little more time next to her. Suffice to say, he didn't get a lot of attention like this often. (wanted to grab this kid, fuck his brains out, right here, but with infinite patience and forbearance she reached out along the bar and grasped him just under the elbow, on his forearm, as she continued talking. Her body was on fire. What the fuck did it take to do these kids? And this one, he was kind of the nerdy type. A thinker." Totally," she huffed, leaning forward, smiling, ready to tear his throat out or close, her voice as delicate as she could manage. "These are just meat markets, right? I haven't been in one of these for years. But... what'll it take? Let's..." She didn't want to talk. Didn't want to chat. The other dude, the feasible she'd dumped off three minutes ago, he'd be reaming her in the toilets right now. She'd made a bad choice; but not really. Leo swam back into her head, making her squirm even more in her seat. "UNF." Shook her head. "A coffee shop? No. Want to take a walk? The neighborhood back of here, I'm sure there's a place to get coffee and talk. We can... we can walk there, I'm sure. Finish your drink." A command. She moved his drink closer and was about to pull him off his seat. They'd stroll through the neighborhood, and she'd find an alley where he could do her. It was the only way. Kyle had a choice to make. Elise was getting a little pushy, but it wasn't anything he wasn't used to. It was weird having his drink pushed towards him like that, but if she wanted to get out of here, who was he to argue? It was still a little suspicious, though, and he felt a little voice in the back of his head warning him about what could happen if he left, what she might be luring him into. Then again, what if it wasn't too good to be true? What if she didn't want to just talk and wanted something more? Sure, she was an older woman, but what was wrong with that? Kyle didn't think he was that bad in bed, but he wasn't so much of a stud that he needed a younger, more durable partner." Yeah, alright." He said, tipping his glass back and looking up at the ceiling, making his best effort to chug the whole thing. Kyle coughed a little as he set the drink down with a loud clunk and wiped his mouth, "Let's get out of here. I hate the noise, anyway." He said, standing up and offering Elise his hand. In the end, who gave a shit if she was just trying to make a quick buck from some random John? On some level, she wanted him and on a lot of levels, he just wanted to get his dick wet. She was pretty and eager and that's really all he cared about right now. The alcohol working through him was helping, but this dry spell was taking its toll on him, and he was tired of it." Lead the way!" Kyle smirked. (was embarrassing getting this kid out of the club. Elise really wasn't in the mood to sit and chat for three hours, as this wet-behind-the-ears undergraduate seemed to want, or however old he was. Mildly, the older woman was aware of his needs. Probably wanted to get to know a girl, trust her, have a good time conversing about Fortnite or whatever the hell they were into nowadays. Texting. Text adventures. Whatever it was. Mostly, she was alarmed at how embarrassing it was walking with him into the vestibule, past the line waiting to get in, the burly bouncers, the cars lined on the avenue, the brighter sense of the nighttime outside. It was clear she was older, clear she'd pulled or had been pulled by this kid, maybe or most definitely half her age. And he wasn't a stud, either, he was some AV superhero still stuck on Lord of the Rings or Spider-Man. She should have picked the stud who would have pulled her out. That would have been wiser. Except Leo. Her nephew still chopped into her brain, and more than her brain; the thought of him tugged at her, like she had a ring in her clit and two on her nipples and chains were pulling her forward from them. It was... not pleasant. She had a ferocious itch to scratch deep inside." Alright, let's take a walk," she said, clinging close to the kid. She'd already forgotten his name. Kyle. She could slow him down, now, even thought she had to. Not too fast. Don't tear his clothes off yet. "Let's just walk. It was getting too hot in there for me. I'd like to... get to know you better, Kyle. Let's just chat." Veering off the avenue, she helped guide him into the neighborhood beyond. "What do you do, Kyle? What... do you work? Go to school?" Elise wasn't... completely wrong about Kyle. He did want to talk, and he did want to extend this experience with her if for nothing else than to make sure this lasted for the sake of his memories of it. Pulled by her or pulling her? He didn't care, Kyle was certainly interested in much the same thing that Elise was, it just didn't burn inside him the same way it did for her. Curiously, he was eager, but not quitethateager. If he knew how bad she wanted it, though, he'd have called a cab to take her back to his apartment and do his damnedest to give her exactly what she needed. Or he'd try, anyway. Walking along at Elise's pace, Kyle nodded, "It was hot as hell in there." He said in agreement." Hm? What I do? Well yeah, I'm still in school, but I've got an internship with this local law firm right now, too. Mostly just paralegal stuff, but it's where I want to be right now." He explained, "My parents both want me to go into corporate law like my mom did, but I'm feeling a different urge right now. Don't laugh, but I'm kind of interested in real estate law." He said, cheeks growing a little dark. In his mind, that was the lamest thing. Passing up the cash cow of corporate law and possibly a place at his mother's firm for something like that? His parents were utterly confused, and his mother wasn't even talking to him right now, but even if it wasn't where he ended up, he still felt the need to explore it. For better or worse. It didn't make for great conversation, though, he'd found. Oh, God, real estate law. As a real estate agent, Elise dealt with these guys all the time. The last thing she wanted was to talk about industrial crap with some kid entering into the thing to become just like the rest. But she badly wanted him, still, too, or at least part of him, however she could get it. Outside was cooler and nicer than the humid din of the club. Ears popping, head swimming, she sighed and commented that she was glad she didn't have to put up with that stuff any longer. "Oh? Law, then, is it? I bet you're a big reader," she said, endeavoring to get him talking about anything, really, that would make him comfortable. Feed his ego a bit. Idly, she wondered if he'd had enough to drink and then a pang approached -- dear God, what would her daughter think, knowing she was hitting on a guy her age? Wash it from thought. Elise steered him away from the main road with its honking cars and shouts and into the neighborhood, strolling and sort of swaying, letting her voice go more sweet and high-pitched. "Bet the girls are pretty amazed by you," she continued. "Girls love a guy who'll become a lawyer. Take charge type. A fella who knows what he wants. Is that you?" "Yeah, quick reading helps a lot in law." Kyle chuckled, successfully steered away from the subject of real estate. He chuckled as she went on, eager to follow her anywhere, but noting the quiet of the neighborhood they'd walked into now. Just where was she leading him? He found it hard to care too much, but it was starting to feel a bit odd to have been led away from the more populated areas. Normally, Kyle would've been extra wary of an older woman approaching him like this, but there was something about Elise that both disarmed and excited. Kyle took the opportunity to do two things after Elise's question. The first was to let his eyes move up and down her form as he did the second thing, thinking. At least, making the attempt. The way he saw it, she wouldn't have said something like that, about how crazy the girls would be and how he was a take-charge kind of guy if she didn't want him to do that very thing. In fact, the way she was trying to get him to say it felt like some sort of challenge. Made him want to do something he wouldn't normally do. Something... drastic." Haha, I think so." He said, reaching a hand-over and clasping it to Elise's ass, digging his fingers in and then, after letting up, leaving it there on her rump, "What do you think?" He asked, sending her what he thought to be a challenge back. (finally, Elise thought.Finally, he touches me. Instead of pushing away at the kid's hand on her ass, she shuddered. She grabbed his hand from behind, using her far hand, and moved it around her waist. No longer caring who saw or what anybody might think, she needed this. Her head was swimming, and her pussy was steeped in juices, just for this guy's similarity to what she needed. The neighborhood seemed fine enough. Not too rough and away from the club and major street it quieted down. Some people around who'd parked on the side streets. A headlight flashed over them as a car passed by." Good," she returned. "You're a sweetie, Kyle. A real sweetheart. I want to show you a good time." And yet her brain couldn't quite take it, the craziness of what was going on. Who was this dude, half her age? "I feel like buying you a hundred dollar gift card to, like, Barnes & Noble," she said, then turned, once there was some darkness, and faced him. As his hand moved around her middle, she held it fast to her other side and placed her other hand on his chest. "Listen... Kyle," she began, peering into his dim face. "I want to..." What? What?" Jump your bones. I'm feeling really, really, really fucking frisky. I want to take you to a hotel and bang you harder than you've ever been banged before or just push you into someone's backyard and suck your cock. Which will it be?" Kyle's heart was thundering hard in his chest. Elise hadn't spoken up, hadn't slapped him, but had just moved his hand. That was a rejection in a certain way, but as they kept walking, away from the busier streets, it didn't seem as much. His uncertainty was banished entirely when she stopped and faced him, just laying it out there and telling him what she wanted and what she wanted was... fucking hot. For a moment, he wasn't sure how to respond. He felt like she was trying to take advantage of him, but he didn't care at all. She wanted to fuck him and as far as he was concerned, that's all he needed to know." You know how to make a guy feel special." Kyle chuckled, not sure what else to say, "How about... both?" He asked, glancing towards the street and abruptly pulling away from Elise to wave a hand and whistle a taxi that was just passing by. Fueled only by testosterone at this point, Kyle looked back to Elise, took her hand and gestured as the car stopped, "Come on. I'm not a virgin, so I'm excited to see what you think is harder than I've ever had, but until we get to the hotel, let's just do the other thing." He chuckled, pulling her to the car and into the back seat. To the taxi driver, he said, "Hey, take us to the hotel on 22nd street. The nice one, you know? And here's another hundred if you ignore what's going on back here, okay?" He said, tossing the larger bill to the front of the car after hastily taking his wallet out and then stuffing it back into his pocket. Then, to Elise, "You ready, Blondie?" He chuckled, not even acting like himself anymore, but fueled by a torrent of hormones trying to get himself fucked. Elise nearly exploded into laughter at his not being a virgin. This kid! What a rise. The whole damn thing was absurd, and she was several kinds of lightheaded by the time the taxi swerved to a stop. The whole situation, this kid her daughter's age, maybe even younger, way younger than she herself was, and she was about to do things to him. This was madness in general. But even Moreno was the thrill that was pounding inside her. Nothing like this, never. Even on her wedding night, which -- well, that wasn't a big deal, she wasn't a virgin then. Not even with Scott, the quarterback, back in senior year. Nothing. This kid was going to get it good because she was going absolutely apeshit crazy. Embarrassed, she glanced at the driver, then nearly split into laughter again at the ostentatious display of money and cockiness from this guy... Kyle. He was getting his swagger on, and it was further embarrassing, to them both, really, but she was already tracing her hand heavily over his leg and then the outward scoop of his pants over his cock and feeling for the shape. Nothing else in the world interested her, mouth already salivating. When was the last time she'd ever done anything this lewd? Within half a minute of coming into the cab, she had sprung the thing free and was bobbing down over it, licking around the glans, trying to smell the boyish musk of him, taking in the hardness through her hand, and nearly tittering with strange, frightening excitement. She shifted to nearly half-kneel on the seat next to him and was beginning to brush her wet lips up and down the side of his cock, wondering what action figures he played with, what were his favorite video games; she shifted to take a few inches in. Kyle's favorite action figures and video games were pretty much the furthest thing from his mind at that moment as he felt Elise's hot, moist lips rub along the side of his already rock-hard cock. There was one exception to that and that was the brief, flitting fantasy of them both in bed together, naked. Him, with controller in hand and just laying back as Elise, casually laying perpendicular to him, slowly bobbed up and down over his cock as he played. Not quite fast enough to make him cum, just savoring the taste of his skin and the feeling of his dick against her tongue. A long, lazy Saturday of sitting in bed and just taking turns fucking. After he'd finish his level, he'd hold her head in place and just thrust into her mouth, down her throat. Then, once he came, and she'd swallowed it all, she'd cough a little as he slid out of her mouth, but at the same time crawled up over his body to straddle his face. Kyle shook his head and had to take a deep breath. He'd never had a fantasy so...vivid before. What about Elise was making him think like that? He tried not to dwell on it lest he make a mess in less than a minute, shimmying forward a little in his seat to give Elise easier access to his cock. Speaking of, Kyle's rod wasn't huge. It was actually a little below average, in fact (something he was probably self-conscious about), but it had a decent enough girth to it. He wasn't going to be pounding against Elise's cervix or anything, but he would spread her apart nicely. It was certainly easier to take in her mouth, though, than some of the men she'd likely been with. A hand went to the back of Elise's head as she started working to take the first few inches of his cock into her mouth. Any doubts he'd had were gone, this woman was for real. She really wanted to fuck him and was willing to give him head in the back of a cab to show it. In the front seat, though, the cabby turned the radio up to cover the sounds of wet sucking and youthful groaning. Meanwhile, across town, Leo was at his computer, working on an essay that was due the next day. His entire train of thought was obliterated, though, as an image flashed across his mind. It was dark, but there were still things he could see. Especially as a streetlight went overhead. What the fuck? Was this some sort of hallucination? He blinked and tried to banish it, but it came back, and he felt himself looking down at his lap, seeing blonde hair and then, just a glimpse... was that Scarlett? This was a weirdly vivid fantasy, abrupt as well, but no, Leo realized, that wasn't Scarlett. He felt his heart skip a beat when he realized who it was. He was watching Elise! But... this wasn't a normal fantasy. He felt like he could actually see it, like he was actually there! Leo reached down and pulled his cock out, already hard. Something he noticed immediately was how much smaller the dick he was looking at was compared to his real one (an impressive size was something he'd inherited from his father). Was he having some sort of tiny-dick fantasy? That had never happened before and besides, this one wasn'ttthatsmall. What the hell was going on? He could practically feel her tongue! Leo reached for some lotion and started to stroke himself to Elise's pace. This was so lewd, so inappropriate! Elise's head filled with thewrongnessof the situation, everything about it, this kid half her age, who she'd only just met, and going down on him like a starving whore in the back of a taxi cab. Hell, the driver was more than aware of it, judging by the radio going up. She'd joined the awful stories she knew these men supplied about the horrible things that had happened in their backseats sometimes. She nearly stopped, the top layer of her brain recognizing how inexcusable her behavior was. Not that she was a prude -- she wasn't -- but that this pushed far, far past anything she felt reasonable to do. God! Stop! She called out to herself to stop. But that command disappeared as soon as this kid -- Kyle? -- pressed his hand to the back of her neck. Suddenly, with this assertiveness, her brain flooded with desire and... something else. Her body lifted and her mouth expanded. She couldn't wait to please him and get her mouth over him as much as she could. Turns out, it wasn't hard. Well, thatwas hard, but he wasn't too long, which was actually kind of nice, and there was a thickness she was able to manage by adjusting her body to spread her lips over him. Her hair was dropping everywhere as she gave guttural sounds and her dress straps were falling off her shoulders. This was amazing. Because... she was doing what she was supposed to do. If there was a channel in the desert, some gully, and she was the rain, or something, then flushing through that gully was what she was doing right now. Maybe she was the desert and the command was the gully. She didn't know. All she knew was her head and neck and rest of her spine felt tremendous animalistic joy at doing the right thing, and it softened everything about her self, her body, even as her loins were firing and her nipples hardening, and she was flushing scarlet with exertion. With clawing hands she tugged his pants down further, releasing his cock, and then began to nuzzle at his balls and thinking of Leo. Wait -- what? She pulled back, blinking, saliva dribbling over her mouth, and stared at this kid. Desire was still pulsing inside her, but now she was intrigued and tentative, like a gazelle approaching an unknown watering hole. "That... that's a start. Driver, how much farther? K-Kyle, keep it in your pants, buddy. Let's wait until we get upstairs." Head swimming with the thought of her nephew, she snorted, trying to catch her breath. Her hand started stroking him again. "You can finger me if you want." This was amazing! Filthy, lewd, probably illegal sure, but it was really hard to care about that sort of thing considering the sensations arcing up his spine. Kyle ooh-ed and ah-ed as Elise bobbed up and down and lifted his hips as she tugged his pants further down. The feeling of her nestling against his balls, her hair against his shaft, was a little weird, but satisfying in a sort of sensual way. He was so close, but didn't want to rush her and somehow ruin this in the last minute. Then, she stopped and told him to wait. What? Leo thought, stopping mid-stroke." Yeah... uh... sure." He said, his hand floating over Elise's back and hips, snaking around her. He would've stuffed his turgid cock back into his pants except Elise was still stroking it, so as she went and kept him nice and hard, he slipped his fingers under the hem of her dress, pulling it up her thighs until he had enough clearance to get at the crux, nestled between two hot walls of flesh, sliding underwear aside and wasting no time taking what Elise offered, sliding his fingers up and down her slit. Kyle liked to think that it gave girls a nice feeling for his digits to glide up and down, but really, it was just for him to get a lay of the land, find the hole and sink his fingers in without looking like a total idiot. Meanwhile, Leo continued to stroke himself, but without Elise's mouth on Kyle's cock, it just didn't seem to satisfy him quite as much as it had before. The car pulled to a stop, "Yeah, uh, we're here." The driver said, looking forward, but not being able to stop himself from taking a glance in the rearview. It didn't make him feel any better, though." Yeah, okay. Let's get out of here." Kyle said, sliding his fingers out of Elise's moist pussy and using both hands to conceal himself again before popping out of the car and going into the lobby. Elise didn't have to follow him. He seemed to be handling things fine inside, handing over a card, ID and whatever else he needed. The whole process too just a little too long for his liking, but it wasn't long before he was able to come back to Elise and hand her a card." Room 311." He said, almost breathless from excitement, "Uh, lead the way?" Elise's head was swimming, she barely made it out of the cab, first because she wanted to just get her ass above the seat and plop herself down on the kid's stiff rod, second because it was like drugs. Totally like drugs. The middle-aged mother of one had done her share, back in the day. Pot, uppers, coke. When she first started in real estate, she was with a squad of compatriots who were pretty big nose-candy aficionados. Then, when Scarlett came along, that pregnancy, she cut off cold turkey and was the better for it. But now? Whatever the hell was going on with her? Sort of like drugs, a lot of like drugs. Not coke, but a huge buzz. Whenever her mouth was over this guy's cock and smelling his youth and this crazy thing that was happening to her, it was like inserting herself into a big wall of popping sugar or something, sticking her head right in. It was like fulfilling her purpose, like something religious, and it was totally insane. Not wanting to look at the driver, she met his eyes just as she exited and felt filthy and wrong, but was already wobbling on her feet adjusting her panties, skirts of her dress down, and wiping saliva from her mouth. If this guy, Kyle, wanted to mount her right outside this hotel in front of everybody, she'd do it. Bend over right in the hedges. Take him. No question. She looked at the key card he gave her and nodded. "C'mon," she said, her voice high and airy. "Let's get... nasty." They got into the elevators, and she realized this poor kid was paying for a room probably more expensive than he'd like, but whatever. She'd give him a good time. With the mirrored walls of the surrounding lift, she smirked and tried not to touch him, but by the time they were off, she was clutching him between the legs, then hooking an arm around his, buoyant and playful like she was a teenager again. "How do you want to take me, sport? How do you want me to call your name, Leo? I mean... Whatever." For a moment she looked confused, then started tugging him forward. For his part, Kyle had no idea what he was doing. Okay, maybe he hadsomeidea, but taking this hot, older woman to a hotel after just a little conversation in the club, a bit of head in the cab and his fingers in her pussy? He still remembered how her walls felt around the pads of his fingers, and although he was tempted to mount Elise right in the elevator, he knew he wanted to take some time with this. Not exactly take it slow, but he didn't want to rush through it just for the sake of cumming in a public place and having it over and done with. Would she even be satisfied after one go? Leo hoped not and Kyle was pretty confident as well. The elevator doors opened, memories of Elise saying she wanted to get nasty and the surprise of her hand on his rock-hard, tented cock fresh in his mind as they got to the door. He gave her an odd look when she called him Leo again, though. That wasn't the first time she'd done that... oh god. Was that her husband's name? No, maybe just an ex. If this was rebound sex, it made sense. Whatever, it didn't matter. He was going to get laid. He was going to get nasty! Kyle shook his head, hooking his key card into the door and opening it, revealing the dark, but fairly nice hotel room hidden inside. He looked at Elise, swallowed the last of his doubts and reached his hand back, bringing it down square on her ass, nice and hard." Get in there!" He growled, pushing her inside and following her, letting the door close with a nice thunk, "Get your dress off and get on that bed. I want to see your tits when I fuck you." He said, unbuttoning his shirt and kicking his shoes off as fast as he could. Part of him just wanted to take a moment to examine Elise's body, have her get naked and do a twirl for him, let him grab her tits, her ass and dip his fingers back into her pussy. Justexperienceher, judge her like a piece of meat. The other part just wanted to get his dick wet. By the time he got down to his boxers and clumsily slipped his socks off, Kyle went back to his pants and fished around in the pocket. From his wallet, he got a condom. One was probably not going to be enough, but if Elise didn't care, then neither did he. It did help him last longer, though, so there was that.

Accidental Binding (Kitteredge x Op3999)|rating:3.0

[NSFW] - Waifu on Couch (Beta) [CKII-Like Game]

Here at Caprices Incorporated, we are proud to say we have helped countless young men and women to archive their dreams, whatever those may be. Some of them fail, some of them succeed and some of them accomplish more than they even believe there could. All that is needed is a little investment, and that is what we are here. Is it not news that there is a vacuum in the adult industry, after Mr. C. Black and now Mrs. N. White decided to divorce and tear apart their company in the process, an awful lot of promising Stars have been left to their own luck. As if that wasn't enough, what happened with the Mouse... Well, the least is said about that traitor it would be for the best, especially now that he is rotting in Guantánamo Bay. Girls need work, and you need dreams, that's all that matters. Of course, you are not the only one, there are several ones like you that will receive some of my help. But to keep things interesting, and make sure none of you stagnate, I'm forced to include a little clause... The first one to pay me what I initially inverted (150) will be the only one allowed to keep his business. Of course, that will not be of any trouble for you... Spoiler Avatar/Manager: Johnny Bravo? Better Griffin? Who are you? [Insert Photo] Company Name: Logo: Business Proposition Letter for Mr. Capra: Write a convincing letter to Mr. Capraer, CEO of Caprices Incorporated explaining why expanding his precious money on you is worth the risk. [IC] Special Trait: You have something special, something that gives you an edge over everyone else in this race [Reserve the right to veto if is too game-breaking.] Stats: 45 Points to distribute as you please. Diplomacy: Kind of obvious, especially necessary Martial: It's weird to need this, but sometimes people need a little convincing to leave your Stars alone. Stewardship: Important, help you maintain everything in order when the shootings take place or other similar things. Intrigue: Sometimes, making sure your Stars aren't getting chubby with the wrong people is necessary, that, and spying on the competition. Learning: Knowing what is trending is vital. Sexual: Being good at what you do may help you to keep them…in place. Boobs: Really have to explain it? Butt: Nice and round. Oral: How well they can use a mouth. Stamina: How often a Star may perform, [A] means it needs no rest between shooting, 1 Turn, [C] 2 Turns, [D] 3 Turns, and [E] 3–4 Turns. Upkeep: How much you will have to pay per Shooting, plus their initial cost.​ When selecting “Shooting”, you will have to specify the Scene in detail, where it will take place, who is going to be involved, a short script, which Star Stats you will be mainly using, and what Star(s) are involved. The prices may vary, but in most cases, it wouldn't cost most of 1-2 Capital. If the Scene appeals to the Star, then her normal price can and will be decreased. When selecting “Casting”, you will get as many applicants as Actions you desire to spend in the action. You will roll firstly for the quality of said Star Aspirants (Bronze [1-50], Silver [51-79], and Gold [80-100]), and then, and only that is clearly done, roll for who in specific you get. Casting costs 1 Capital, no matter how many Actions you spend on it. 100 Bronze Stars, 100 Silver Stars, and 50 Gold Stars. After that, you will be given information about the Star Aspirants, including their price per shooting, kinks, and dislikes, being able to select one or none of them to perform a “Casting” [Closing the Deal]. Rejected Star Aspirant may be contacted later, but a Roll may be necessary. Profits from the shooting are 1d10+[Half-Stewardship]+[Any Other Relevant Roll]. Any other actions are short of murder are allowed. You can do anything you think could improve your profit, or at least try. Yes, sabotaging your enemies is a more than valid strategy. Mr. Capraer will take half of your earnings every 3 turns, until one he collects a total of 150 Capital from one of you. 1-5 are CRT Fail. 95-100, 34, 69 are CRT Success. 4 Player Slots. A Bronze Tier Star will be given to you at the start of the game, as well as 10 Capital. 4 Event rolls will take place at the end of each turn, with the result of these becoming public shortly after. Spoiler As the title implies, this could be considered a Trial Version of the game, with mistakes and such being fixed as they appear, so have a little patience. That being said, enjoy. Huh, had been expecting you to start an RP for a while, though I had expected it to be the Fate thing. Hm, how the game will be run is still a bit opaque to me after reading it over once. Will reread and then probably see about trying a sheet. Mizzet said: ↑ Huh, had been expecting you to start an RP for a while, though I had expected it to be the Fate thing. Click to expand... Oh, that one is done. Everything is pretty much ready for launch... I just can't find the strength in me to actually start it. Probably because I'm already writing several things on other sites. This is a little less...time-consuming, in a way. Not what I expected, but I’m gladly going to take my chance with this. Trash Goat said: ↑ Oh, that is done. Everything is pretty much ready for launch... I just can't find the strength in me to actually start it. Probably because I'm already writing several things on other sites. This is a little less...time-consuming, in a way. Click to expand... Ah, I see. Very understandable. I have just one writing project and do not think I could run more than that. Still, nice to hear you made something for that, it's a fun premise. (Being honest, I already made a partial sheet for it using parts of your previous HQ-RP-Sheet) Can we make sheets? And are comic book avatars ok to use? I know it won’t start for a bit, but I thought I ask. Baku said: ↑ Can we make sheets? And are comic book avatars ok to use? I know it won’t start for a bit, but I thought I ask. Click to expand... Yes, you can make sheets. Comic Book Avatars...yes, I don't see why not. Something like Dr. Doom would not make much sense, but barring that, go ahead. Weird question, but how about Spider-Man? Baku said: ↑ Weird question, but how about Spider-Man? Click to expand... Peter Parker... I guess, sure. With this discussion I feel the need to ask: Does this have supernatural elements? (Kind of assumed the people were 'mundane') Also, is this limited to cartoon/comics, or can wider media be used for Avatars? Btw the link to the mouse is broken. Mizzet said: ↑ With this discussion I feel the need to ask: Does this have supernatural elements? (Kind of assumed the people were 'mundane') Also, is this limited to cartoon/comics, or can wider media be used for Avatars? Click to expand... Anime/Manga, Cartoons, and Video games are here. You can think of this as Who Killed Roger Rabbit World, but more modern. The letter is going to be hard part here. Can player stats be raised in any way? Baku said: ↑ Can player stats be raised in any way? Click to expand... Probably no, unless some Events decide to give you a little help. And their just modifiers for the dice? TrashGoatJust to know what to expect, how will each turn go? I mean, do we select X actions to do? Do we pick X from each category to work our business? Having stats is nice, but maybe how the game play would be nice to know too. Interesting…not confident enough to be the first to write up a sheet, but will definitely be keeping an eye on this. Going to write mine soonish. MegaolixYou are free to perform any 3 Action you want, whatever that is an Intrigue, Diplomacy, Stewardship or any other stats, is up to you. Player: "1) I want to do a publicity event. 2) I want to perform a Casting election. 3) Empty [Send Via PM], I want to try to steal this specific Star from player 2."GM: "1) Roll 1d100+[Stewardship]2) Check up to see the process of Casting3) Ok, you would have to roll intrigue if you want to make sure Player 2 doesn't know. If you don't care, Roll 1d100+[Charisma]+[Modifiers that depend on how much you are willing to pay]. Trash Goat said: ↑ You are free to perform any 3 Action you want, whatever that is an Intrigue, Diplomacy, Stewardship or any other stats, is up to you. Player: "1) I want to do a publicity event. 2) I want to perform a Casting election. 3) Empty [Send Via PM], I want to try to steal this specific Star from player 2." GM: "1) Roll 1d100+[Stewardship] 2) Check up to see the process of Casting 3) Ok, you would have to roll intrigue if you want to make sure Player 2 doesn't know. If you don't care, Roll 1d100+[Charisma]+[Modifiers that depend on how much you are willing to pay]. Click to expand... Alright. As for Special trait... Maybe you want players to offer a description, then you decide how it translates for gameplay? For balance purposes anyway. That would be my suggestion. I'll try thinking of a sheet. Edit: Actually, shouldn't we send application sheets by PMs? I mean, since this is a PVP game, we probably don't want players to know where each are strong and weak. Kinda kill the idea of hiding who is doing shady stuff if, say, only one is strong in Intrigue. If you feel like it, yes, you can send them via PM, and about the Special Trait, yes, that probably would be for the better. Sheet sent. Who else intend to anyway? Player - Company mizzen- Shining Shooting Stars - Ten Iraqi>"AKK"Megapolis- Secret Hoard Inc - Set Kaaba>Alexis Rhodes Unqualified Ques tor- Tank Studios - Tom Nook.>Ankara- Spider Web Productions - Spider-Man>"MJ" I do. Just a bit later. Btw, I'm going to keep submission open for 3...maybe 4 days. Trash Goat said: ↑ btw, I'm going to keep submission open for 3...maybe 4 days. Click to expand... Fair enough, but huh... It's just been us 3 + Baku posting here. Dunno if Baku sent his sheet yet but if anyone else is interested, showing it in thread probably would be nice. Megapolis said: ↑ Fair enough, but huh... It's just been us 3 + Baku posting here. Dunno if Baku sent his sheet yet but if anyone else is interested, showing it in thread probably would be nice. Click to expand... Not yet. Was busy today. Going to try to get that done tomorrow. Baku said: ↑ Not yet. Was busy today. Going to try to get that done tomorrow. Click to expand... Just making sure, but was it sent by now? Doesn't seem like we're getting anyone else... I’m going to do my letter and send it in. Keeping the special trait blank, so I can talk to him about how to go about it. Baku said: ↑ I’m going to do my letter and send it in. Keeping the special trait blank, so I can talk to him about how to go about it. Click to expand... Just write something special about your character and he could make a trait around that. That's what I did. Finished and sent it to him. Btw, this is the last day of submissions. So, if anyone is still interesting, this is their last chance. mizzetMegaolixUnqualified QuestorRakuI can either roll for your first Star, or let me select someone somewhat related to that character, your choice. Trash Goat said: ↑ I can either roll for your first Star, or select someone somewhat related to that character, your choice. Click to expand... Thematic as it would be, what you have in mid may not be what we have in mind. So unless you offer us like 3 names and tell us to pick one, I would go roll, I guess. Probably stupid, but can you do both to choose from? Baku said: ↑ Probably stupid, but can you do both to choose from? Click to expand... Where would be the fun in that? Nope, choose one or the other. Damn. Do one relating to my character. I’ll take the one related to my character. Trash Goat said: ↑ Where would be the fun in that? Nope, choose one or the other. Click to expand... Honestly, while I do think of one, there are others you may pick I don't care about which is way less fun if that's what you have in mind for me. So roll I guess. mizzetDunno why, but Trash goat tagging me gave me no alert, so I'll make sure Mizzen pass by. Megapolis said: ↑ mizzen Dunno why, but Trash goat tagging me gave me no alert, so I'll make sure Mizzen pass by. Click to expand... Thanks for the tag. I had gotten an alert for the post in the thread, though by the time I was back at a computer Trash Goat had already sent me a small sheet. So I didn't make another reply here. Ah. So, I guess we're waiting for the official start then. Good luck to everyone’s business! Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 42+10 = 52 Rolled on: January-19-2022, 10:20pm See dice roll details 42 Baku rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 7+2 = 9 Rolled on: January-19-2022, 10:21pm See dice roll details 7 Baku rolled 1 die of 6 faces, total: 2 Rolled on: January-19-2022, 10:21pm See dice roll details 2 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 34+11 = 45 For: Shooting Roll Rolled on: January-19-2022, 10:35pm See dice roll details 34 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 3+7 = 10 For: Profit Roll on: January-19-2022, 10:36pm See dice roll details 3 Did we start without me being aware? I mean, I'm seeing shooting rolls, but I don't recall the official launch of turn 1. I got a message from him asking for rolls in IOC. Pretty sure it’s the same for, Unqualified, so just wait until he messages you. Or check to make sure I’m assuming correctly. Yeah, got the message as well. (Though I asked whether that was just explanation of mechanics or instruction to roll - suppose it's the latter then) mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 5+14 = 19 For: Shooting Roll Rolled on: January-19-2022, 10:52pm See dice roll details 5 mizzen rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 10+3 = 13 For: Profit Roll on: January-19-2022, 10:52pm See dice roll details 10 Argh, sh---. Not a good start >. TrashGoatJust wondering if you need a Shooting roll as well. I'm reading as if only one is needed here. Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 1+5 = 6 For: S Rolled on: January-19-2022, 10:52pm See dice roll details 1 ... What the fuck. You can consider this the start of the game, is something I need for the initial post. It just how well it does your first Casting Couch, nothing elseMegaolixYeah, roll shooting too. Feels bad, man. Trash Goat said: ↑ Yeah, roll shooting too. Click to expand... Gotcha. Megapolis rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 10+12 = 22 For: Shooting Rolled on: January-19-2022, 11:01pm See dice roll details 10 ... My dices are extreme today. Sheesh, you have a high stewardship. How is he going to have such high profit from a terrible shooting? mizzetMegaolixUnqualified QuestorRakuIC is Up Plans are posted IC, in this format:>>> (Secret. [If needed])Rolls occur here. Feel free to write a short thing if you want too, as long as it has a plan, I have no problem Well those are some pretty neat characters. Would not have expected Set or Tom Nook. Though they are fun options. Rather fond of Ankh after the dance meme. Edit: Ah, though I get +10 profit, rather than +13, in addition to the next one being cut in half? TrashGoatYou fucked up that last pic, I think. Pretty sure you did not mean to post Alexis like that. Or at least, not without a spoiler. Megapolis said: ↑ Trash Goat You fucked up that last pic, I think. Pretty sure you did not mean to post Alexis like that. Or at least, not without a spoiler. Click to expand... Nope, she "won" the last turn, so she gets the special treatment. Fucking Kaaba. It’s amazing how they got a Nat 1 and still won the first round. Trash Goat said: ↑ Nope, she "won" the last turn, so she gets the special treatment. Click to expand... Then reduce its size, jeez. The pic should not fill my entire screen as I scroll down Feels bad that I technically came in last this round, but I still have a good chance. TrashGoatSorry is the 'SSS Gains +10 Profit' correct, given the 10+3 roll? Mizzet said: ↑ Trash Goat Sorry is the 'SSS Gains +10 Profit' correct, given the 10+3 roll? Click to expand... Will fix it then. Trash Goat said: ↑ Will fix it then. Click to expand... Thanks. Should have asked in the previous post, but what should a 'Shooting'-Plan be like. Quite a few things to include are mentioned. Can any reasonable place/set be chosen, or is that something we need to specifically acquire? For 'Who' I guess right now it'd only be the 1 star we have and the manager - or can 'extras' be hired for scenes? Mizzet said: ↑ Should have asked in the previous post, but what should a 'Shooting'-Plan be like. Quite a few things to include are mentioned. Can any reasonable place/set be chosen, or is that something we need to specifically acquire? For 'Who' I guess right now it'd only be the 1 star we have and the manager - or can 'extras' be hired for scenes? Click to expand... Most normal sets are available, a beach is easy to get, but if you want something more...exact, then you would probably have to acquire one. For who, you are right, whoever, if a Star has a specific kink you would like to explode and you can't (She is into black guys, for example), you would have to acquire some help.>Set>Star(s)>Scrip>What Stat are you going to focus on. You can away keep the specifics hidden too and save those for PMs. After all, only you should know your own script until it's released. Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 72+15 = 87 For: Roll Rolled on: January-20-2022, 03:01am See dice roll details 72 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 50 faces, total: 14 For: ? Rolled on: January-20-2022, 03:07am See dice roll details 14 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 57+5 = 62 For: I Rolled on: January-20-2022, 03:50am See dice roll details 57 Rolling mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 52+27 = 79 For: Dip Rolled on: January-20-2022, 04:09am See dice roll details 52 Unqualified Questran notice for when you're on. I do hope you had an initial plan in mind for the first turn because as you see, the rest of us already had. Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 19+5 = 24 For: D Rolled on: January-20-2022, 04:36am See dice roll details 19 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 88-5 = 83 For: ? Rolled on: January-20-2022, 04:36am See dice roll details 88 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 64+5 = 69 For: ?? Rolled on: January-20-2022, 04:44am See dice roll details 64 Rolling Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 99+10 = 109 Rolled on: January-20-2022, 05:34am See dice roll details 99 Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 98+5 = 103 Rolled on: January-20-2022, 05:35am See dice roll details 98 Baku rolled 1 die of 50 faces, total: 5 Rolled on: January-20-2022, 05:43am See dice roll details 5 Baku rolled 1 die of 5 faces, total: 2 Rolled on: January-20-2022, 05:48am See dice roll details 2 Baku rolled 1 die of 6 faces, total: 4 Rolled on: January-20-2022, 05:59am See dice roll details 4 Baku rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 1+7 = 8 Rolled on: January-20-2022, 06:00am See dice roll details 1 Baku rolled 1 die of 6 faces, total: 5 Rolled on: January-20-2022, 06:01am See dice roll details 5 Baku rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 7+3 = 10 Rolled on: January-20-2022, 07:44am See dice roll details 7 Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 91+10 = 101 Rolled on: January-20-2022, 07:44am See dice roll details 91 ... Dang So…. I did good? Baku said: ↑ So…. I did good? Click to expand... You think? Dang. Also, maybe you shouldn't show without hiding that you're checking up one of my hired stars. Anyway, got more rolls to do. Megapolis rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 5+17 = 22 For: 1 Rolled on: January-20-2022, 12:12pm See dice roll details 5 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 3+15 = 18 For: 1 Rolled on: January-20-2022, 12:12pm See dice roll details 3 ... What the fuck is wrong with my dices. You going to retaliate because of it? Baku said: ↑ You going to retaliate because of it? Click to expand... A certain someone tried worse, so you are not on my mind for now. Training mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 41+14 = 55 For: T Rolled on: January-20-2022, 12:29pm See dice roll details 41 Well, the d100 in this game don't particularly like me so far it seems. At least it's mainly just average. Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 60+10 = 70 For: Casting Rolled on: January-20-2022, 12:41pm See dice roll details 60 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 91 For: Casting Part 2 Rolled on: January-20-2022, 12:41pm See dice roll details 91 mizzen said: ↑ Well, the d100 in this game don't particularly like me so far it seems. Click to expand... You don't get to say that when my dices can be summed as 'RNG God reward with one hand and punish with the other.' Megapolis said: ↑ You don't get to say that when my dices can be summed as 'RNG God reward with one hand and punish with the other.' Click to expand... I had not actually realized how your other rolls went. Darn those really are harsh. Hm, does the 64+5 count as CRT, or would it have needed to be a natural 69? Mizzet said: ↑ I had not actually realized how your other rolls went. Darn those really are harsh. Hm, does the 64+5 count as CRT, or would it have needed to be a natural 69? Click to expand... It counted. Still, that's two CRT fails for a CRT now. Megapolis said: ↑ It counted. Still, that's two CRT fails for a CRT now. Click to expand... Yeah, that's definitely harsh. And now more rolls. Megapolis rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 3+10 = 13 For: P Rolled on: January-20-2022, 04:23pm See dice roll details 3 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 25+15 = 40 For: S Rolled on: January-20-2022, 04:23pm See dice roll details 25 Rolling mizzen rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 1+7 = 8 For: Pr Rolled on: January-20-2022, 06:50pm See dice roll details 1 mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 3+17 = 20 For: Lo Rolled on: January-20-2022, 07:10pm See dice roll details 3 mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 3+17 = 20 For: Try Rolled on: January-20-2022, 07:10pm See dice roll details 3 Well this could have gone better for me. Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 6+7 = 13 Rolled on: January-20-2022, 06:48pm See dice roll details 6 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 7+11 = 18 Rolled on: January-20-2022, 06:48pm See dice roll details 7 RNG Jesus reward and shank on his whims. Indeed, he does What the f---. Ok now I can complain just as much as you Megapolis >. How do you have such a high bonus? +17 My rolls continue to suck. Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 8+11 = 19 Rolled on: January-20-2022, 07:14pm See dice roll details 8 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 7+6 = 13 Rolled on: January-20-2022, 07:14pm See dice roll details 7 Baku said: ↑ How do you have such a high bonus? +17Click to expand... High stat & playing into fetishes. And RNG Jesus declared that he wanted a bloodbath, I see. Ok, everything that needed to be rolled has been. Amazing roll as well as less than stellar, I just need to organize everything and begin to write, results should be posted some days, 2, maybe 3. Ok, somehow organizing everything took less time than expected, so, yeah, post shouldn't take that much longer. 1 or 2 days max. That being said, some people rolled terrible, so let's see... Trash Goat rolled 1 die of 2 faces, total: 1 Rolled on: January-20-2022, 09:42pm See dice roll details 1 What’s that for? So now we're left to guess whether that rolls good or bad. One more roll at Goat’s request for the Film Set: Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 92+12 = 104 For: Set Roll Rolled on: January-21-2022, 11:22am See dice roll details 92 Well, I have literally no idea what happened on my turn. Might be better that way. >.>Earnings are: 32, 18, 13, 0Using the reporters form Harbin Hotel is really fitting for this game. (I'm sure Charlie would be a great actress.) I was SUPPOSED to make more money, but then that CRT fail happened. Fucking hell. Megapolis said: ↑ I was SUPPOSED to make more money, but then that CRT fail happened. Fucking hell. Click to expand... Do you have any money? I’d imagine not if we are counting upkeep. Baku said: ↑ Do you have any money? I’d imagine not if we are counting upkeep. Click to expand... Please, remember first turn. I'm goddamn Set Kaaba, I have money. I just had fewer profits this turn. Hamm. You're right. Baku said: ↑ Do you have any money? I’d imagine not if we are counting upkeep. Click to expand... What's your upkeep like to think 13 additional profit would leave him destitute Even I'm not completely out of money after the last turn. I only got like 4 capital as if this turn. Rolling. Megapolis rolled 1 die of 2 faces, total: 2 For: Rest Rolled on: January-22-2022, 12:06am See dice roll details 2 What’s that? Baku said: ↑ What’s that? Click to expand... The dice screwing me over again. Dice mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 92 For: ? Rolled on: January-22-2022, 02:21am See dice roll details 92 mizzen rolled 1 die of 50 faces, total: 8 For: #2? Rolled on: January-22-2022, 02:22am See dice roll details 8 Roll roll roll Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 22 For: ??? Rolled on: January-22-2022, 02:33am See dice roll details 22 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 63 For: ??? 2 Rolled on: January-22-2022, 02:33am See dice roll details 63 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 10+15 = 25 For: Pr Rolled on: January-22-2022, 04:47pm See dice roll details 10 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 84+15 = 99 For: Se Rolled on: January-22-2022, 04:48pm See dice roll details 84 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 1+10 = 11 For: Pr As Rolled on: January-22-2022, 04:59pm See dice roll details 1 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 2+15 = 17 For: Se As Rolled on: January-22-2022, 04:59pm See dice roll details 2 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 69+20 = 89 For: Set Rolled on: January-22-2022, 05:36pm See dice roll details 69 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 87+5 = 92 For: Int Rolled on: January-22-2022, 05:52pm See dice roll details 87 I no longer know if the dices love or hate me right now. Throwing more dice mizzen rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 1+3 = 4 For: Pr Rolled on: January-22-2022, 06:13pm See dice roll details 1 mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 14+14 = 28 For: S Rolled on: January-22-2022, 06:13pm See dice roll details 14 mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 78+14 = 92 For: Toys Rolled on: January-22-2022, 06:14pm See dice roll details 78 mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 28+14 = 42 For: Dominatrix Rolled on: January-22-2022, 06:14pm See dice roll details 28 Well ... it's alright. The 1 was on a d10. No critics, and even a 78. Dice are bipolarMegaolix Casting Rolls Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 32+10 = 42 For: Casting Rolled on: January-22-2022, 07:53pm See dice roll details 32 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 7 For: Casting Part 2 Rolled on: January-22-2022, 07:53pm See dice roll details 7 Rolling some shit Baku rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 3+7 = 10 Rolled on: January-22-2022, 09:52pm See dice roll details 3 Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 23+20 = 43 Rolled on: January-22-2022, 09:52pm See dice roll details 23 Baku rolled 1 die of 6 faces, total: 6 Rolled on: January-22-2022, 09:53pm See dice roll details 6 Baku rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 6+7 = 13 Rolled on: January-22-2022, 09:53pm See dice roll details 6 Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 17+10 = 27 Rolled on: January-22-2022, 09:53pm See dice roll details 17 God the dice in this game. I did get good rolls last turn, so it’s only right. Maybe the next version can allow for a few more actions per turn? Can’t really see myself doing many improvements to business while needing to keep up with actors upkeep. More Rolls. Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 8+6 = 14 Rolled on: January-22-2022, 10:03pm See dice roll details 8 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 83+11 = 94 Rolled on: January-22-2022, 10:04pm See dice roll details 83 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 37+11 = 48 Rolled on: January-22-2022, 10:05pm See dice roll details 37 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 53+15 = 68 Rolled on: January-22-2022, 10:05pm See dice roll details 53 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 5+11 = 16 Rolled on: January-22-2022, 10:05pm See dice roll details 5 All those rolls tho… Wouldn’t there suppose to be events rolled at the end of last turn? Baku said: ↑ Wouldn’t there suppose to be events rolled at the end of last turn? Click to expand... I'm just going to say... So, is everything that should be rolled has been rolled? Just curious. Megapolis said: ↑ So, is everything that should be rolled has been rolled? Just curious. Click to expand... Almost, 1 player just needs to do something and that would be it Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 7+11 = 18 Rolled on: January-23-2022, 12:08am See dice roll details 7 Quester. Stop making money. Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 6 faces, total: 2 Rolled on: January-23-2022, 12:45am See dice roll details 2 Spoiler Ok, again, post should be ready in 1 or 2 days. Feel free to recommend Animated "News Channel" (Or similar) like I have been using in IC. I got this one. Spoiler Come to think of it, if Neptunian characters are somehow in the list, I may just feel forced to steal them from anyone else that get them. And now, a classic. Spoiler Ok, everything is organized, I only have to write the Turn as it is. That update was hilarious ^^ Really need to find a proper avenue for money given how I'm doing compared to everyone else, but can't say the turn didn't turn out well for what I tried. Mizzet rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 95+27 = 122 For: Nicole Rolled on: January-24-2022, 01:28am See dice roll details 95 Same. I’m not too knowledge about making green myself. Now let’s see how I do about the event roll. Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 49+20 = 69 Rolled on: January-24-2022, 01:28am See dice roll details 49 Only a little over half, but that’s still a good number. MizzetI think you're going to get the shooting with everyone’s favorite cat MILF. Because holy shit look at that roll… I'm absolutely not winning, but let's see what I roll. Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 34+5 = 39 For: Dip Rolled on: January-24-2022, 01:37am See dice roll details 34 ...WELL But well, mizzen has the higher CRT result anyway. Baku said: ↑ mizzen I think you're going to get the shooting with everyone’s favorite cat MILF. Because holy shit look at that roll… Click to expand... Yeah, that definitely was a very good roll. Though, I don't know how that compares to your lewd CRT.... Or the lewd CRT that Megapolis just rolled. Baku said: ↑ mizzen I think you're going to get the shooting with everyone’s favorite cat MILF. Because holy shit look at that roll… Click to expand... Dude, you just rolled a 69 also a CRT. You both somehow CRT... Trash Goat said: ↑ Dude, you just rolled a 69Click to expand... I didn’t think an unnatural 69 counted. Trash Goat said: ↑ Dude, you just rolled a 69Click to expand... We are 3 for 3 in terms of rolls that count as cries according to your criteria on the front page. Oh, I mixed that. Christ, will Ques tor CRT as well? Just need Quester and we will be all set. Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 65+10 = 75 Rolled on: January-24-2022, 01:59am See dice roll details 65 Ahh, not going 4 for 4, unfortunately. Still having 3 CRT rolls seems like something that should have an effect on the event. Still think you're going to get her since your CRT is way bigger. Hey, if she has numbers to share for others, I'm all ears. True to be told, I have no idea who that character in the event is, so it's not like losing here is that big an issue to me. Damn. And here I was hoping to build up my studio into the Furry Niche market. Megapolis said: ↑ True to be told, I have no idea who that character in the event is, so it's not like losing here is that big an issue to me. Click to expand... Never seen The Amazing World of Gumball? And about the Cries.... I need to think about this, so write your things meanwhile Trash Goat said: ↑ Never seen The Amazing World of Gumball? And about the Cries.... I need to think about this, so write your things meanwhile Click to expand... Nope, never. Honestly, I never had that much interest for anthropomorphic characters cartoons to start with. Probably won't be tonight myself since I will be busy soon, but it should be up tomorrow for me. Time to roll. Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 93+5 = 98 Rolled on: January-24-2022, 03:53am See dice roll details 93 Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 80+10 = 90 Rolled on: January-24-2022, 03:53am See dice roll details 80 Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 29+10 = 39 Rolled on: January-24-2022, 03:53am See dice roll details 29 Ques tor, you remember it was stated to only be for one turn, right? Given your first action. Unless it may last longer but with diminishing effects, but maybe you have more details than us. Rolling mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 27 For: Casting Rolled on: January-24-2022, 04:20pm See dice roll details 27 mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 46 For: Casting-2 Rolled on: January-24-2022, 04:20pm See dice roll details 46 mizzen rolled 1 die of 6 faces, total: 6 For: A Show Rolled on: January-24-2022, 04:23pm See dice roll details 6 mizzen rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 5+9 = 14 For: Profit-1 Rolled on: January-24-2022, 04:23pm See dice roll details 5 mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 96+39 = 135 For: Shooting-1 Rolled on: January-24-2022, 04:25pm See dice roll details 96 mizzen said: ↑ Rolling Click to expand... Pretty sure you forgot Dipso bonus with Casting rolls. Mizzet said: ↑ Rolling mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 27 For: Casting Rolled on: January-24-2022, 04:20pm See dice roll details 27 mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 46 For: Casting-2 Rolled on: January-24-2022, 04:20pm See dice roll details 46 Click to expand... Megapolis said: ↑ Pretty sure you forgot Dipso bonus with Casting rolls. Click to expand... Yep, I keep forgetting it. Mizzen, roll again but with a charisma stat in the first roll Trash Goat said: ↑ Yep, I keep forgetting it. Mizzen, roll again but with a charisma stat in the first roll Click to expand... Technically, one can just add the bonus to the roll. The calculation is not hard. Megapolis said: ↑ Technically, one can just add the bonus to the roll. The calculation is not hard. Click to expand... I know, but If I made a mistake a like to make it up unless I can realistically can't. Trash Goat said: ↑ Yep, I keep forgetting it. Mizzen, roll again but with a charisma stat in the first roll Click to expand... Ok then. Finished the first shooting rolls in the previous post. Will reroll Casting & then make the second shooting rolls in this post: mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 99+7 = 106 For: Casting Rolled on: January-24-2022, 04:27pm See dice roll details 99 mizzen rolled 1 die of 50 faces, total: 47 For: Casting-2 Rolled on: January-24-2022, 04:28pm See dice roll details 47 mizzen rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 10+8 = 18 For: Profit-2 Rolled on: January-24-2022, 04:29pm See dice roll details 10 mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 29+33 = 62 For: Shooting-2 Rolled on: January-24-2022, 04:32pm See dice roll details 29 mizzen rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 7 For: Ability Rolled on: January-24-2022, 04:32pm See dice roll details 7 mizzen rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 4+3 = 7 For: Prof-Cast Couch Rolled on: January-24-2022, 06:11pm See dice roll details 4 mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 57+14 = 71 For: Shoot-Cast Couch Rolled on: January-24-2022, 06:11pm See dice roll details 57 ... Well, you better be thankful to me for THAT. And you forgot the sexual bonus for the second part again, but this time it's on you. Mizzen’s about to be making more bank than me this turn. Wait a goddamn second. +33? What?! Megapolis said: ↑ ... Well, you better be thankful to me for THAT. And you forgot the sexual bonus for the second part again, but this time it's on you. Click to expand... I very much am. Is there supposed to be an add-on for sexual? I thought the second roll is to pick who precisely it is from a list? Would not have gone for the new Casting-Couch roll yet (Sorry if I made the rolls more confusing then they have to be or mucked things up) Megapolis said: ↑ Wait a goddamn second. +33? What?! Click to expand... Stat + Fitting with Kinks + Set up Ability that is now on cooldown mizzen said: ↑ Is there supposed to be an add-on for sexual? I thought the second roll is to pick who precisely it is from a list? Would not have gone for the new Casting-Couch roll yet (Sorry if I made the rolls more confusing then they have to be or mucked things up)Click to expand... Oops, I misread the roll. Never mind. Megapolis said: ↑ Ques tor, you remember it was stated to only be for one turn, right? Given your first action. Unless it may last longer but with diminishing effects, but maybe you have more details than us. Click to expand... Really? I knew that the income drop was temporary, but I assumed that the males to casting rolls was a longer lasting thing Unqualified Ques tor said: ↑ Really? I knew that the income drop was temporary, but I assumed that the males to casting rolls was a longer lasting thing Click to expand... Yes, is only one turn, however, if you succeed at Damage Control, you may stop all the taluses or even turn this in your favor, if roll good enough. Trash Goat said: ↑ Yes, is only one turn, however, if you succeed at Damage Control, you may stop all the taluses or even turn this in your favor, if roll good enough. Click to expand... Or I imagine that if he fucks it up, Streisand effect happen and those last a lot longer. Still, I would imagine rumors would not end so early, hence why I pondered if the penalty would go lower over time. Like, -10 turn after and -5 last turn of it. But you're the GM. Megapolis said: ↑ Or I imagine that if he fucks it up, Streisand effect happen and those last a lot longer. Still, I would imagine rumors would not end so early, hence why I pondered if the penalty would go lower over time. Like, -10 turn after and -5 last turn of it. But you're the GM. Click to expand... Yeah, let's go with that one. Don't cry when someone decides to play a trap card with this one against you. What kind of rumors were being spread? Trash Goat said: ↑ Yeah, let's go with that one. Don't cry when someone decides to play a trap card with this one against you. Click to expand... That's only fair. And it's only fair that we have something that make us consider ending it early if we care to deal with the problem directly or let it go away on its own. Add some complexity to the game. Will be sticking with that action plan then. The results of the event looking like? Rolling Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 85+15 = 100 For: Casting Rolled on: January-24-2022, 06:51pm See dice roll details 85 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 50 faces, total: 32 For: ? Rolled on: January-24-2022, 06:52pm See dice roll details 32 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 6+13 = 19 For: Prof Rolled on: January-24-2022, 06:52pm See dice roll details 6 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 99+15 = 114 For: S Rolled on: January-24-2022, 06:53pm See dice roll details 99 Forgot one: Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 42+5 = 47 For: ??? Rolled on: January-24-2022, 07:00pm See dice roll details 42 I see the dice are really feeling generous this turn. Very. Too bad I didn’t do any shoots this turn, so I’ll have to make up for it next turn. Hoping my company’s new social media page will help bring in new costumers at least. Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 55+10 = 65 Rolled on: January-24-2022, 07:53pm See dice roll details 55 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 82+4 = 86 Rolled on: January-24-2022, 07:53pm See dice roll details 82 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 7+11 = 18 Rolled on: January-24-2022, 07:54pm See dice roll details 7 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 1+11 = 12 Rolled on: January-24-2022, 07:54pm See dice roll details 1 SO. My Casting roll suddenly became a critical failure, in the sense that I got someone I cannot work with. At all. If someone want the contact information for Princess King Boo, I'm willing to hear offers. A trade is also an option, but keep in mind she's gold rank. I'm not going to accept cheap offers. I’d love too, but I don’t have much to offer at the moment. Huh, that's interesting. What makes her impossible to work with?/What kind of traits/kinks does she have? Mizzet said: ↑ Huh, that's interesting. What makes her impossible to work with?/What kind of traits/kinks does she have? Click to expand... Well... It's a special condition thing on top of a kink not matching mine. And I think you of all players have the best way of using her. We can speak privately if you want, if you are interested (just invite goat in PM) Now you got me curious about this condition… While I'm at it, I suppose I'll also put up the contact info for Katsuki (Kill la Kill) up for offers if you guys are interested. Silver Star. I’d love to, but I’m about to be low on money. I’m just going to try a regular casting next turn. Baku said: ↑ I’d love to, but I’m about to be low on money. I’m just going to try a regular casting next turn. Click to expand... Contacts are not vanishing over time. I can wait for a deal if you don't have something now after all. Good to know. I’ll extend the same offer if I get any extra contacts. Ok, I will use the highest Stewardship Stat among all of you to do this. So it would be:Roll 1d10+10. After the result is posted, MegaolixRakumizzetI will need all of you to roll 1d100+[Sexual]to see how much do you gain from all of this. The one with the lowest roll gains less money, and the one with the highest gains the more, and no, you wouldn't need to pay for this. For example, if you roll 12, the Lowest One will gain 2, Medium one will gain 4, and the highest one will get 6. Ok? Ok Trash Goat rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 2+10 = 12 For: Nicole Watterson Rolled on: January-25-2022, 12:26am See dice roll details 2 ..... I see the future. A magnificent prediction mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 33+14 = 47 For: Sexual Rolled on: January-25-2022, 12:28am See dice roll details 33 I fucked up. Forgot to change the amount of dice. Delete that and reroll? Baku said: ↑ Delete that and reroll? Click to expand... You didn't even add your modifiers, will take it as a mistake, so, yeah, delete and roll again.EDIT: Wait, no, you did, but still Let’s try this again Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 64+10 = 74 Rolled on: January-25-2022, 12:46am See dice roll details 64 Here am I for my roll then. Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 87+5 = 92 For: S Rolled on: January-25-2022, 12:47am See dice roll details 87 ... This fucking turn, I swear. Megapolis said: ↑ Here am I for my roll then. Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 87+5 = 92 For: S Rolled on: January-25-2022, 12:47am See dice roll details 87 ... This fucking turn, I swear. Click to expand... Ok, I will do say what all other players are thinking."CAN YOU STOP ROLLING SO FUCKING GOOD?" So, do I roll as well or is it only the other three? Also, results are:Mizzen=2 (How?) Raku=4Megaolix=6 (HOW?) Trash Goat said: ↑ Ok, I will do say what all other players are thinking. "CAN YOU STOP ROLLING SO FUCKING GOOD?" Click to expand... I WANT TO BE STABLE. All my turns seem to be either low or high moments. Like, this Casting turned to be a shitshow DESPITE getting gold, but the livestream SOMEHOW turned out great for a character I don't even know to start with. And now this. Unqualified Ques tor said: ↑ So, do I roll as well or is it only the other three? Click to expand... This is for the Nicole Watterson Roll, the one you failed and somehow all other Cited Damn. GG you two. ^^ Kind of amusing how that turned out. In exact opposite order of how high each bonus was. That was just for some bonus money, right? Because if you tell me I land Nicole, I'll scream. I don't even care for author. Megapolis said: ↑ That was just for some bonus money, right? Because if you tell me I land Nicole, I'll scream. I don't even care for author. Click to expand... I’m sure we’ll be more than happy to pay you for her in that case. Megapolis said: ↑ That was just for some bonus money, right? Because if you tell me I land Nicole, I'll scream. I don't even care for author. Click to expand... Yeah, just extra money, and also, WTF man? Now you're going to tell me you didn't simp for Lola Bunny back in the day, Trash Goat said: ↑ Yeah, just extra money, and also, WTF man? Now you're going to tell me you didn't simp for Lola Bunny back in the day, Click to expand... I didn't. But at least I know who Lola is, unlike Nicole. I did. So, I guess all rolls are done for this turn? Dear lord! Great job this turn!mizzen! What just happened?! Trash Goat said: ↑ Mr. Capraer will take half of your earnings every 3 turns, until one he collects a total of 150 Capital from one of you. Click to expand... That being said, if you guys want it, we could do it directly. I'm down for both. Oh, ok. I forgot. Baku said: ↑ Dear lord! Great job this turn! Mizzet! Click to expand... Yeah, definitely was in luck with this turn Though, ouch with all that money. And Kaaba's strongly ahead it seems. ~1/5 to victory. Good job getting Zelda btw! Going to do my turn soon. About to drive home. I admit, I expected Ques tor to have far more stashed up. Rolling Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 62+10 = 72 Rolled on: January-26-2022, 02:54am See dice roll details 62 Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 61 Rolled on: January-26-2022, 02:54am See dice roll details 61 Baku rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 8+3 = 11 Rolled on: January-26-2022, 09:05pm See dice roll details 8 Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 9+10 = 19 Rolled on: January-26-2022, 09:05pm See dice roll details 9 Baku rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 9+7 = 16 Rolled on: January-26-2022, 09:06pm See dice roll details 9 Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 67+20 = 87 Rolled on: January-26-2022, 09:07pm See dice roll details 67 Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 58+10 = 68 Rolled on: January-26-2022, 09:07pm See dice roll details 58 Baku rolled 1 die of 6 faces, total: 4 Rolled on: January-26-2022, 09:37pm See dice roll details 4 JJJ probably talking more shit because of Spider-Man doing porn. Baku said: ↑ JJJ probably talking more shit because of Spider-Man doing porn. Click to expand... Is it even physically possible for him to talk more shit than he does usually? Only so many hours in the day for him to be talking shit Anyway - Roll mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 15+17 = 32 For: Casting Rolled on: January-26-2022, 03:37am See dice roll details 15 mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 36 For: Casting-2 Rolled on: January-26-2022, 03:38am See dice roll details 36 How are you having a +17 for casting? Did you neglect a stat? Baku said: ↑ How are you having a +17 for casting? Did you neglect a stat? Click to expand... Well, you get a bonus if you finish first last turn in terms of money earned, without counting expenses. Baku said: ↑ How are you having a +17 for casting? Did you neglect a stat? Click to expand... As Megapolis said: This turn I learned that finishing first gives a recruiting bonus (Too bad it didn't really help with the roll I got) Oh ok Baku said: ↑ How are you having a +17 for casting? Did you neglect a stat? Click to expand... I may also forget to give you your Dipso Bonus for this, but that's on me. Not like it would have changed the result of your roll too much. What was the bonus? Your Diplomacy Time to roll. Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 50+5 = 55 For: Cast Rolled on: January-26-2022, 03:55am See dice roll details 50 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 49 For: ??? Rolled on: January-26-2022, 03:56am See dice roll details 49 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 25+5 = 30 For: Secret Rolled on: January-26-2022, 04:04am See dice roll details 25 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 41 For: ??? Rolled on: January-26-2022, 04:05am See dice roll details 41 Is there going to be an event rolled for this turn? Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 56+10 = 66 Rolled on: January-26-2022, 07:04pm See dice roll details 56 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 32 Rolled on: January-26-2022, 07:04pm See dice roll details 32 mizzen said: ↑ Is it even physically possible for him to talk more shit than he does usually? Only so many hours in the day for him to be talking shit Click to expand... Shit talking about Spider-Man is what he’s made for. It’s impossible for him to talk too much shit. How are you guys looking this turn? I'll see in a moment. Rolling Casting mizzen rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 1+3 = 4 For: Casting-Pr Rolled on: January-26-2022, 10:34pm See dice roll details 1 mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 59+14 = 73 For: Casting-Se Rolled on: January-26-2022, 10:35pm See dice roll details 59 Shooting mizzen rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 7+12 = 19 For: Shoot-Pr Rolled on: January-26-2022, 10:35pm See dice roll details 7 mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 78+20 = 98 For: AKK/Del Rolled on: January-26-2022, 11:08pm See dice roll details 78 mizzen rolled 1 die of 5 faces, total: 2 For: Relabel Rolled on: January-26-2022, 11:09pm See dice roll details 2 Set mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 89+14 = 103 For: Set Rolled on: January-26-2022, 11:10pm See dice roll details 89 Time to put in my rolls too. Megapolis rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 7+10 = 17 For: Pr Rolled on: January-26-2022, 10:49pm See dice roll details 7 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 49+5 = 54 For: Se Rolled on: January-26-2022, 10:50pm See dice roll details 49 Does my eyes betray me, or I actually got average this time instead for sex? They usually tend to go stupid low or high. Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 40+20 = 60 For: Film Rolled on: January-26-2022, 11:04pm See dice roll details 40 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 13+6 = 19 Rolled on: January-27-2022, 12:35am See dice roll details 13 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 37+11 = 48 Rolled on: January-27-2022, 12:35am See dice roll details 37 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 10+11 = 21 Rolled on: January-27-2022, 12:35am See dice roll details 10 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 83+11 = 94 Rolled on: January-27-2022, 12:36am See dice roll details 83 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 81+10 = 91 Rolled on: January-27-2022, 12:36am See dice roll details 81 Another mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 41+5 = 46 For: It's a Set Rolled on: January-27-2022, 12:44am See dice roll details 41 This game has so many cute stars. You really made a nice list there Trash Goat I agree! Already got a plan in mind. Are we good to post now? TrashGoatLast I remember, my company is Secret Hoard Inc., not Board. And I did no Shooting that turn. Also, you listed SSS twice for profits instead of Tank Studios for the third profit results. Megapolis said: ↑ Last I remember, my company is Secret Hoard Inc., not Board. And I did no Shooting that turn. Click to expand... Fixed His identity is still a secret. Megaolix Baku said: ↑ His identity is still a secret. MegaolixClick to expand... Oops, my bad. Editing. No problem. I didn’t really make it clear, myself. Turn 4 rolls Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 10+20 = 30 Rolled on: January-28-2022, 01:10am See dice roll details 10 Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 17 Rolled on: January-28-2022, 01:11am See dice roll details 17 Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 70+5 = 75 For: Set Rolled on: January-28-2022, 04:39pm See dice roll details 70 Baku rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 7+2 = 9 For: Casting Rolled on: January-28-2022, 04:39pm See dice roll details 7 Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 38+10 = 48 For: Casting Rolled on: January-28-2022, 04:40pm See dice roll details 38 Baku rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 8+9 = 17 For: Shoot Rolled on: January-28-2022, 04:40pm See dice roll details 8 Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 41+30 = 71 For: Shoot Rolled on: January-28-2022, 04:40pm See dice roll details 41 Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 78+10 = 88 For: Shoot Rolled on: January-28-2022, 04:40pm See dice roll details 78 Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 94+5 = 99 For: Ability Rolled on: January-28-2022, 05:09pm See dice roll details 94 My rolls. Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 93+5 = 98 For: Dip Rolled on: January-28-2022, 02:23am See dice roll details 93 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 1+15 = 16 For: Pr1 Rolled on: January-28-2022, 02:24am See dice roll details 1 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 71+15 = 86 For: Sex1 Rolled on: January-28-2022, 02:25am See dice roll details 71 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 3 faces, total: 1 For: Stat Rolled on: January-28-2022, 02:26am See dice roll details 1 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 5+13 = 18 For: Pr2 Rolled on: January-28-2022, 02:27am See dice roll details 5 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 63+10 = 73 For: Sex2 Rolled on: January-28-2022, 02:27am See dice roll details 63 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 8+10 = 18 For: Pr3 Rolled on: January-28-2022, 02:35am See dice roll details 8 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 78+5 = 83 For: Sex3 Rolled on: January-28-2022, 02:36am See dice roll details 78 Roll mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 11+7 = 18 For: Casting Rolled on: January-28-2022, 02:44am See dice roll details 11 mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 45 For: Casting-2 Rolled on: January-28-2022, 02:45am See dice roll details 45 mizzen rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 1 For: For Rolled on: January-28-2022, 02:52am See dice roll details 1 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 35+30 = 65 Rolled on: January-28-2022, 04:49pm See dice roll details 35 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 50 faces, total: 49 Rolled on: January-28-2022, 04:50pm See dice roll details 49 Unqualified Ques tor said: ↑ Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 35+30 = 65 Rolled on: January-28-2022, 04:49pm See dice roll details 35 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 50 faces, total: 49 Rolled on: January-28-2022, 04:50pm See dice roll details 49 Click to expand... Correct me if I'm wrong but 65 is not exactly enough to reach gold star selection, no? Don’t think so. I always need 80 or more. Yes>50=Silver→80=GOLD Roll Casting mizzen rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 5+3 = 8 For: Casting-Pr Rolled on: January-28-2022, 07:28pm See dice roll details 5 mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 86+14 = 100 For: Casting Rolled on: January-28-2022, 07:29pm See dice roll details 86 Shooting mizzen rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 4+19 = 23 For: Shoot-Pr Rolled on: January-28-2022, 07:37pm See dice roll details 4 mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 60+54 = 114 For: Shoot Rolled on: January-28-2022, 07:37pm See dice roll details 60 Secret mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 69+14 = 83 For: ??? Rolled on: January-28-2022, 07:39pm See dice roll details 69 mizzen rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 5 For: For Rolled on: January-29-2022, 03:28am See dice roll details 5 The holy number! Well, with everything ready, the only thing left is organize (ugh) and write. Trash Goat said: ↑ Well, with everything ready, the only thing left is organize (ugh) and write. Click to expand... Doesn't ques tor need to reroll his cast number dice? And then roll casting results if hired, I guess. Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 51+5 = 56 Rolled on: January-28-2022, 08:46pm See dice roll details 51 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 60+11 = 71 Rolled on: January-28-2022, 08:46pm See dice roll details 60 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 17+9 = 26 Rolled on: January-28-2022, 08:46pm See dice roll details 17 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 79+16 = 95 Rolled on: January-28-2022, 08:46pm See dice roll details 79 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 66+11 = 77 Rolled on: January-28-2022, 08:47pm See dice roll details 66 So many d100s... I wonder what those are for. Unqualified Questran the way, you saw the note about the d50, right? Unless I missed something. Megapolis said: ↑ Doesn't ques tor need to reroll his cast number dice? Click to expand... No? Megapolis said: ↑ By the way, you saw the note about the d50, right? Unless I missed something. Click to expand... He already rolled for Casting, last post of the previous page. Trash Goat said: ↑ No? He already rolled for Casting, last post of the previous page. Click to expand... OHHHHH.... I see.... Unqualified Question messed up, but I will let it pass. Mainly because I already sent you the Star, and it would be app in the ass do everything again, Trash Goat said: ↑ You messed up, but I will let it pass. Mainly because I already sent you the Star, and it would be app in the ass do everything again, Click to expand... ... Hey. Isn't that unfair for us that he get a gold star for HIS fuckup? Megapolis said: ↑ ... Hey. Isn't that unfair for us that he get a gold star for HIS fuckup? Click to expand... He didn't got a Gold one, he got a Silver one Trash Goat said: ↑ He didn't got a Gold one, he got a Silver one Click to expand... ... Ah, so he limited his pool to 50 instead of 100? Okay then. Megapolis said: ↑ ... Ah, so he limited his pool to 50 instead of 100? Click to expand... Yep, so no major problem beside that Trash Goat said: ↑ Yep, so no major problem beside that Click to expand... Okay then. Also, can you recheck the dices above? I mean... I'm pretty sure there should be d10s in there, but those are all d100. Surely he did not get a d100 for profits, right? Edit: Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 45+10 = 55 For: ??? Rolled on: January-28-2022, 09:18pm See dice roll details 45 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 3+10 = 13 For: ???2 Rolled on: January-28-2022, 09:26pm See dice roll details 3 The dice I was given to roll in the PM were all d100. I didn’t stop to question. Well, Martial event. Did ANYONE seriously invest in it? Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 19+5 = 24 For: Martial Rolled on: January-30-2022, 01:27am See dice roll details 19 Well, I'm not going to win this one for sure. I got a 10 in mine Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 48+10 = 58 For: Event Rolled on: January-30-2022, 01:28am See dice roll details 48 Fingers crossed. Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 88+5 = 93 Rolled on: January-30-2022, 02:27am See dice roll details 88 Fuck….. I wasn’t expecting it either. Only mizzen left, I suppose. Well, with a price like that on the line I'm still hopeful. Fingers crossed! Mizzet rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 69+4 = 73 For: Martial Rolled on: January-30-2022, 09:15am See dice roll details 69 And mizzen steal the win with a lewd CRT. Very IC of Ten, I guess. Casting mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 79+7 = 86 For: Ca's Rolled on: January-30-2022, 08:08pm See dice roll details 79 mizzen rolled 1 die of 50 faces, total: 14 For: Ca's - 2 Rolled on: January-30-2022, 08:09pm See dice roll details 14 Well, I can say I'm very happy about the Diplomacy bonus with this one. Mizzet rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 5+3 = 8 For: Casting-Pr Rolled on: January-31-2022, 12:16am See dice roll details 5 mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 79+14 = 93 For: Casting(Se) Rolled on: January-31-2022, 12:17am See dice roll details 79 mizzen rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 4 For: For Rolled on: January-31-2022, 12:20am See dice roll details 4 mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 61+14 = 75 For: Fit Rolled on: January-31-2022, 12:29am See dice roll details 61 Rolling Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 8+10 = 18 Rolled on: January-30-2022, 08:08pm See dice roll details 8 Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 14 Rolled on: January-30-2022, 08:08pm See dice roll details 14 Baku rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 1+2 = 3 Rolled on: January-31-2022, 12:08am See dice roll details 1 Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 94+10 = 104 Rolled on: January-31-2022, 12:08am See dice roll details 94 Baku rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 4+24 = 28 For: Collab Rolled on: January-31-2022, 01:47pm See dice roll details 4 Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 77+64 = 141 For: Collab Rolled on: January-31-2022, 01:47pm See dice roll details 77 Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 24+28 = 52 For: Secret Rolled on: January-31-2022, 02:52pm See dice roll details 24 Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 45+18 = 63 Rolled on: January-31-2022, 10:43pm See dice roll details 45 Time to roll as well. Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 41+15 = 56 For: Cast Rolled on: January-31-2022, 01:04am See dice roll details 41 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 81 For: ??? Rolled on: January-31-2022, 01:05am See dice roll details 81 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 40+20 = 60 Rolled on: January-31-2022, 03:37pm See dice roll details 40 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 41 Rolled on: January-31-2022, 03:37pm See dice roll details 41 Money-making rolls time. Megapolis rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 1+10 = 11 For: Prof 1 Rolled on: January-31-2022, 09:14pm See dice roll details 1 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 51+5 = 56 For: Sex 1 Rolled on: January-31-2022, 09:14pm See dice roll details 51 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 7+17 = 24 For: Prof 2 Rolled on: January-31-2022, 09:15pm See dice roll details 7 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 79+10 = 89 For: Sex 2 Rolled on: January-31-2022, 09:15pm See dice roll details 79 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 7+14 = 21 For: Prof 3 Rolled on: January-31-2022, 09:16pm See dice roll details 7 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 97+15 = 112 For: Sex 3 Rolled on: January-31-2022, 09:16pm See dice roll details 97 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 4+15 = 19 Rolled on: January-31-2022, 11:59pm See dice roll details 4 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 90+12 = 102 Rolled on: February-01-2022, 12:00am See dice roll details 90 Good rolls all around it seems. Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 51+6 = 57 Rolled on: February-01-2022, 04:24pm See dice roll details 51 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 32+11 = 43 Rolled on: February-01-2022, 04:24pm See dice roll details 32 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 19+35 = 54 Rolled on: February-01-2022, 04:24pm See dice roll details 19 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 9+6 = 15 Rolled on: February-01-2022, 04:40pm See dice roll details 9 It’s painful to see how much I’m lagging behind…. Baku rolled 1 die of 4 faces, total: 4 Rolled on: February-02-2022, 04:55pm See dice roll details 4 Baku said: ↑ It’s painful to see how much I’m lagging behind…. Click to expand... And I pretty much broke the game myself, I think. Only Ques tor could reach my score of three turn ago. Megapolis rolled 1 die of 2 faces, total: 1 For: Rest Rolled on: February-02-2022, 05:13pm See dice roll details 1 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 76+15 = 91 For: Cast Rolled on: February-06-2022, 05:21pm See dice roll details 76 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 50 faces, total: 4 For: ??? Rolled on: February-06-2022, 05:21pm See dice roll details 4 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 3 faces, total: 1 For: Stat Rolled on: February-06-2022, 05:23pm See dice roll details 1 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 1+13 = 14 For: Prof 1 Rolled on: February-06-2022, 05:24pm See dice roll details 1 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 11+10 = 21 For: Sex 1 Rolled on: February-06-2022, 05:24pm See dice roll details 11 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 7+16 = 23 For: Prof 2 Rolled on: February-06-2022, 05:25pm See dice roll details 7 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 60+10 = 70 For: Sex 2 Rolled on: February-06-2022, 05:25pm See dice roll details 60 Roll mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 72+7 = 79 Rolled on: February-06-2022, 06:28pm See dice roll details 72 mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 72 Rolled on: February-06-2022, 06:48pm See dice roll details 72 mizzen rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 6+17 = 23 Rolled on: February-06-2022, 06:49pm See dice roll details 6 mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 5+49 = 54 Rolled on: February-06-2022, 06:49pm See dice roll details 5 mizzen rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 7+16 = 23 Rolled on: February-06-2022, 06:49pm See dice roll details 7 mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 29+44 = 73 Rolled on: February-06-2022, 06:50pm See dice roll details 29 mizzen rolled 1 die of 5 faces, total: 2 Rolled on: February-06-2022, 06:50pm See dice roll details 2 mizzen rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 6+3 = 9 Rolled on: February-07-2022, 01:18am See dice roll details 6 mizzen rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 89+14 = 103 Rolled on: February-07-2022, 01:43am See dice roll details 89 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 8+11 = 19 Rolled on: February-06-2022, 07:24pm See dice roll details 8 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 63+17 = 80 Rolled on: February-06-2022, 07:25pm See dice roll details 63 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 42+12 = 54 Rolled on: February-06-2022, 07:25pm See dice roll details 42 Unqualified Ques tor rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 47+13 = 60 Rolled on: February-06-2022, 07:25pm See dice roll details 47 Rolling and praying Baku rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 7+7 = 14 Rolled on: February-06-2022, 07:48pm See dice roll details 7 Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 86+35 = 121 Rolled on: February-06-2022, 07:48pm See dice roll details 86 Baku rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 9+7 = 16 Rolled on: February-06-2022, 07:48pm See dice roll details 9 Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 38+10 = 48 Rolled on: February-06-2022, 07:49pm See dice roll details 38 Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 74+27 = 101 Rolled on: February-06-2022, 07:49pm See dice roll details 74 Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 52+10 = 62 For: Secret Rolled on: February-06-2022, 07:49pm See dice roll details 52 Baku rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 2+20 = 22 For: Secret Rolled on: February-06-2022, 07:50pm See dice roll details 2 My disappointment is unmeasurable right now. Baku said: ↑ My disappointment is unmeasurable right now. Click to expand... Well, at least you're not alone here. Mizzet also CRT failed on a roll with +49 to it. Megapolis rolled 1 die of 10 faces, total: 8+10 = 18 For: Prof 3 Rolled on: February-07-2022, 04:31pm See dice roll details 8 Megapolis rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 44+5 = 49 For: Sex 3 Rolled on: February-07-2022, 04:31pm See dice roll details 44 Ok, after thinking about this hard, long, deep, I think it would be best of leaving this at it is. As it says in the title, this was a Beta Test, and it has accomplished that very well if I say it myself, giving much-needed insight into how to make this work. Firstly, it's pretty obvious Martial is an unnecessary skill, to say the least. I have to get rid of it or find a way to make it relevant. After that, there is the fact that, yes, Stewardship is easily the most important Trait here, and left it uncheck was my fault. Now, I thought it would be fine as long as other players realize how big of a threat this is and use some Actions to limit its power, but I see that was kind of an unfair thing to assume. Then, the "3 Turn" thing, while it expand the playtime of the game, It made it less entertaining for me in the long term. Also, I feel like its implementation had the unwanted effect of not letting players see the bigger picture. All in all, this also allowed me to discover things like how to deal with Male Stars, Sets, Sets Creation, Marketing, Toys Creation and Selling, Collaborations. This choice has been made in part because, no matter what you do, Secret Hoard Inc. will win. The only way this will not happen is if all the players decide to spend and succeed in at least two actions making sure to give him a bad time, but I doubt something like that will happen All this being said, is not like I regret doing this, it was fun, but I have to polish some things to make it truly work. Now, don't get me wrong, Megaolixyou won fair and square, you will get your proper ending. It should be up for the end of the week if all things work as intended. Thank you all for playing, I really appreciate your help and really hope you had fun while it lasted. Spoiler Also, can you guys believe Megapolis said "meh" to Wonder Woman? Behold the winner, and fear his ruling/JK This is unfortunate, but not unexpected. Really hope to be around if an updated version gets around. Hopefully more balanced so it doesn’t get easily broken. Trash Goat said: ↑ Thank you all for playing, I really appreciate your help and really hope you had fun while it lasted. Click to expand... If I may ask my own comments... Now, randomized pick is alright, but maybe it would be nice for players to be able to get some of their favorites too. As for what happened with few attacks, I would say it's because only the stewardship actions were well-defined. You may as well set in rules action with other stats more properly.A bit more complex profits system could have maybe helped. More than one star in a shooting is maybe fun but on paper, it makes fewer profits. That seems wrong or at least, there should maybe be extra benefits. Lastly, a bigger point build would not hurt for secondary stats that are meaningful. For d100s, anything below +10 is mostly random wild luck. Just set a cap to prevent going all in with one stat with more points. And yes, I said meh at Wonder Woman because muscles girls are not my kink. Megapolis said: ↑ And yes, I said meh at Wonder Woman because muscles girls are not my kink. Click to expand... Heresy Trash Goat said: ↑ Heresy Click to expand... Very Trash Goat said: ↑ Heresy Click to expand... Blasphemy! One other note: I'm not sure how useful the sex-rolls are currently. Don't get me wrong, the bonus for max-loyalty are awesome, but that aside they didn't really seem touch. They could CRT fail, which wasn't affected by bond. But for one of the two most used rolls in the RP they and any bonus stacked on them, seemed a bit empty.(Though I'm still intensely curious what some of the other max-loyalty bond would have been and how far away from them, I was) Wait, there were max loyalty bonuses? Huh. Anyway, for those it interests, I did spread my stats to have all at 5, except Stewardship at 20. I never did end up really using my special ability, which was basically 'Fuck the rules, I have money' to resolve issues with money. Megapolis said: ↑ Wait, there were max loyalty bonuses? Huh. Click to expand... Yes, for example, someone like AKK, a Bronze Star, gives access automatic Diana. A Gold Star, like Venus, gives the opportunity to hire another Sensei IF a Sexual Roll is passed. That happens when the Loyalty reaches 100, something that you didn't manage to accomplish. Trash Goat said: ↑ Yes, for example, someone like AKK, a Bronze Star, gives access automatic Diana. A Gold Star, like Venus, gives the opportunity to hire another Sensei IF a Sexual Roll is passed. That happens when the Loyalty reaches 100, something that you didn't manage to accomplish. Click to expand... Huh... Well, that just show the wildness of the d100s for that was not the best gameplay decision for that. Megapolis said: ↑ Well, that just show the wildness of the d100s for that was not the best gameplay decision for that. Click to expand... DC for the sex is 30/50/70/90 as always.30=10 Points50=20 Points70=30 Points90=40 Postscripts=50 Points. All your Star had, at least, 50 Loyalty Points Trash Goat said: ↑ DC for the sex is 30/50/70/90 as always. 30=10 Points 50=20 Points 70=30 Points 90=40 Points Cries=50 Points. All your Star had, at least, 50 Loyalty Points Click to expand... Then I guess it was the general lack of stamina my Stars had that was the issue. Thanks for the last post!

[NSFW] - Waifu on Couch (Beta) [CKII-Like Game]|rating:3.0

Vox Machina_ The Next Generation (Missmonkey and Kitsunemorii)

{"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} “So, your mom and dad want you to start thinking about taking your suitors more serious now, huh? I mean it couldn’t hurt to just give it a shot, right? It’s not like they’re giving you an ultimatum like ‘choose, or we do’ or anything like that” A handsome redheaded young man spoke up, perched crisscross applesauce upon a large rock, his friendly lavender eyes trained on the back of a snowy haired young woman “Personally Vesper, I also really want to see you happy with a really nice person, that’s all your parents want too”“Yeah, I know, Wyatt… you might be right” Vesper murmured thoughtfully, notching an arrow into her bow to take another shot at the row of large wooden boxes with targets painted on them “I guess I just have kind of enjoyed my independence up to now… feels a little strange for it all to change, but… who knows… if I could find something like what my parents have together, maybe it could be worth it after all” The arrow soared through the air with a whistling sound until it pierced the bullseye of the target, a pleased smirk curved the girl’s mouth… beside her, the head of a large grizzly bear rubbed against her elbow.”Good shot, huh, Muffin?” Vesper cooed affectionately, scratching behind one of the bear’s ears “What do you think, buddy? Should I give romance a try?” Muffin tilted his head slightly, making Vesper giggle softly “Not to sure, huh? Don’t worry, I’d never accept someone that couldn’t accept you as well. You and I are forever, buddy” The bear gave a loving grunt and angled his head up to lick Vesper’s hand.“Even after all this time, I am baffled that you named that bear Muffin…” Wyatt replied with an amused smile “He seems to like it though, so I imagine that’s all that really matters”“Are we discussing my bear’s name or my love life?” Vesper replied, looking up at her friend, Wyatt Darlington, with a playful smirk “How about we discuss your own, hm? Uncle Mary and Uncle Lawrence have been hinting at wanting grandkids as of late, as I understand it… are you going to indulge them?” Instantly, the young man’s face blushed as crimson as his hair and clearing his throat, he averted his gaze a little bit “I mean, well… if I happen to catch that certain spark with the right girl, then perhaps… but um, you know, you can’t force these things, it must be organic”“Right…” Vesper replied, that playfully smug grin ever present on her lips “But anyway, enough about out presently non-existent love lives… Is Uncle Mary and Uncle Lawrence going to be able to make it time for my birthday ball? I understand they just wrapped up and are heading home… though no one is entirely sure where exactly this last adventure of theirs took them, mother says Uncle Mary was especially cryptic about that” A look of curious thoughtfulness touched Wyatt’s face “Yeah, I don’t know… to either of those things, to be honest… they didn’t really tell me much of anything either… they didn’t want me coming along, and they said they couldn’t talk about the mission… they wouldn’t tell me why I couldn’t come with, but I could see it in their eyes that they feared for my safety… I mean… I think I’m a pretty competent wizard, Aunt Earth has helped me get a lot of the nature based spells down to a T… so if it wasn’t safe for me… why would it be safe for them? Okay, alright, so they have the brigade with them, but still… the whole thing confuses me and I just don’t like it. I haven’t heard from either of my dads in almost a week since they arranged transport for me to come and visit Uncle Percy and Aunt Vex…” Vesper stared at Wyatt for a moment or two as she processed what he had just told her “So… the brigade took on a mission they couldn’t talk about outside their group? So, you don’t know where they are, if they are okay… or anything? Shit, Wyatt… why didn’t you tell me all of this? I had no idea you’ve been dealing with all of this anxiety and worry over your parents well-being… are you okay? I mean, it’s been a week and not one peep… does no one in their party have the sending spell?” Wyatt sighed and ran a hand through his silky crimson locks “I think one might, possibly two, but I’m not sure… I really don’t know what to think… Allure is coming to White stone for your birthday, right? Maybe I’ll ask her if she can try to contact either of my dads…”“She should be coming, yes” Vesper replied, leaning her bow against the large rock before she climbed up and plopped down beside her best friend, leaning her cheek against his shoulder “If you need to talk about how you’re feeling… don’t forget that I’m here, and I won’t say shit to anyone that you don’t want shared… okay?” A warm smile curved Wyatt’s mouth, and he leaned his head to rest his own cheek against Vesper’s head “Thanks bestie…”“Speaking of besties… Kill should be arriving today, which gives me enough time to make sure that girl brought along a formal gown and if not, I can find one that will look stunning on her” Vesper murmured with a smile “I’m excited, I’ve missed Kill so much. You know, the time will come soon enough for Kill’s armament… she better ask us to come with her… not that it will matter, I’ll go anyway. No way am I letting my number one girl go off alone without me and Muffin to watch her tail” Beside the large rock, Muffin gave an affirmative grunting sound, looking up at Vesper with those sweet adoring chocolate brown eyes.“Eliana?!” Wyatt squeaked rather loudly, his lavender eyes going wide as his face once against flushed as red as his hair “S-so soon? Really?”“You’ve really got to just fess up and tell her you like her… you know that?” Vesper said with a smirk.“So earlier… talking about love lives and not having one… you knew the whole time I liked Eliana?” Wyatt groaned softly.“No” Vesper said, her smirk becoming almost cat-like in smugness “... But you just told me”“You can be devious, you know this… right?” Wyatt grumbled at her, he sighed softly and kicked out his legs to let them dangle over the rock “Maybe you’re right… as you often are… um… will you help me? I always get, so tongue-tied about her… she’s just so talented and beautiful… and smart and funny and nice…” Vesper chuckled softly “You are adorable… and don’t worry, if it looks like you’re going to strike out… I’ll try my best to lend you a hand somehow…”“Thanks, you really are my best friend” Wyatt replied with an enormously grateful and relieved smile “Anyway, we should be getting back now, it’s getting near dinner time, and I’d bet anything that Aunt Earth and Kill will be tree striding here in time to share a meal with the family” Eliana had ‘traveled by tree’ since she was born. Her mother has always gone out of her way to make it something cool and exciting, now older and mature Kill admitted it was efficient but did not carry that same level of charm it did when she was small. They had their larger trees marked to memory to tree stride to each one. The distance was greater per particular user. Her mother was the most skilled at such a thing. “Kill, why are you carrying that expression of guilt?” Earth asked her daughter as they had reached their second to last stop until arriving right at the DE’Role estate.“Well, I may have not packed anything suitable for a ball” Kill admitted sheepishly knowing her mother had reminded her many times earlier to pack all she needed for the ball.”Of course, I should have known,” Earth grumbled, turning to her daughter as they stood beneath a very old tree as wind was battering it’s already weakening branches. She knew the young woman had a lot of personal issues in her confidence. Which she hid with her exceptional skills in magic and blade mastery.“It’s okay, we will sort it when we arrive” Earth says, placing a hand ever so gently on her daughter's cheek while smiling. The two druids stared at one another a moment. Earth was never able to unsee VAX in their daughter. Meanwhile, Kill just felt awkward at the prolonged attention. Lowering her hand, Earth stepped back then spun on her heel. The voice of the Tempest proceeded to thank the elder tree looming over them. Then prepared to continue the journey. “Time to go, I’m certain good company and a fine meal is awaiting us” Nodding in return, Kill followed suit. The two women finished their journey to the DE’Role estate. It was always obvious that her mother missed her father deeply. It was something she struggled with herself. Never getting to meet the man yet being told he was always with them. It felt like the ultimate copout. Looking around the lavish yard they were now standing in as the all too familiar raven perched on her shoulder. Over so many years she had used all kinds of magic to share conversation with the bird. Nothing ever worked. ‘Stupid, adorable bird’ she thought to herself in a huff. The two made their way to the front door to be allowed entry into the house. Keyleth was no stranger to just walking straight in the front door no matter the occasion. Today was no different. The two entered to be greeted by the smell of spectacular cooking and the charm of many voices. Bear growls and rumbles also seemed to follow the voices as the two could hear the incoming footsteps of the owners of the fine estate.---“My lord! I still protest over this plan of deception” a somewhat cowardly man's voice stuttered over the noise of house hooves slapping the ground. The one speaking was an older man, dressed very formally in a fashion that could only be called Posh. “You’re being paranoid Archbold, I will be completely fine” a younger, more refined voice says as The two horses moved side by side in the early night. It was a nice time to travel, fresh air and few people on the roads. Plus he wasn’t arriving as Virgil Briar wood, no he was going to arrive as the representative of Thorn vales Lording family. It was going to line up perfectly, well it had to anyway. Against popular belief of some of his higher chain of command. He had very little interest in avenging his parents demise. He would almost thank them, if it weren’t for the fact he got abandoned and raised as his parents' heir. Then somewhat forced to be leader of the new faction dwelling in Thorn vale. A devilish smile spread across Virgil Briarwoods face, he was looking forward to this trip of intrigue. To see the ones who had killed his father and mother and tore down all they had done. These people were known heroes." I still protest! My Lord!" Archbold begged to the younger man. If it weren't for the fact that this small afraid of individuals kindness while Virgil grew up, the young lord would have ;EFT him behind." Then you shall continue your protest all the way to White stone then, on foot" Virgil retuned, still smiling. It was a very relaxed threat all things considered. But one nonetheless. "I, uh, yes my Lord I shall stop" the scared Archbold cowered and backed off as this argument was going nowhere. Plus the last time Virgil smiled that way at someone. The person who was at the receiving end met a very untimely demise." Good, then we shall continue our journey and speak no more of it". The trip retuned to normal. Only the noise of horses, animals and the odd carriage broke it as the Lord Briar wood was keeping his mind focused on the task ahead of him. Dressed in a simple gown pale blue with white silken sleeves, a brightly smiling Vesper with the front of her dress hiked up to her knees was almost sprinting down White stone Castle’s stairs “Kill!!!” Wyatt was casually walking down the steps with a grin on his face as he watched Vesper zoom down and meet with Kill into one of those excited girl hugs, he however waited at the bottom of the stairs… he was still a little bit nervous… they weren’t kids anymore stampeding through the halls of someone’s manor or keep… they were grown adults now with adult thoughts and feelings… and Kill… just the sight of her now was enough to make his heart start pounding faster and harder than a eardrum…“I’ve missed you so much!” Vesper exclaimed, giving Kill one last hug before releasing her and moving to hug her Aunt Earth, pressing a kiss then to her aunt’s freckled cheek “Hello Auntie Earth, I’m so happy you two could make it to be with me for my birthday! You mind if I snatch Kill right now? I have a surprise for her in town” Pale blue eyes so very like her father’s turned to look at Kill with an excited sparkle “Trust me, you’ll this…” Vesper had spent an entire week working with the seamstress on the perfect design, colors and ideal materials to use for Kill’s dress… after all, this wasn’t just anybody, this was Vesper’s closest female friend, and she wanted her to look great and feel happy about what she was wearing. A moment later, Muffin caught up with her and rubbed his head against Kill’s thigh, Vesper smile with a warm chuckle “Aww Muffin, did you miss Kill too?” Wyatt gently cleared his throat as he approached the trio of women “Um, Vesper… you might if I come along as well?” Vesper pursed her lips slightly as she looked at Wyatt with considering eyes… on one hand she did want to give him some time to be around Kill… but then on the other hand, she wanted Kill’s dress to be surprise when Wyatt saw her in it… Hm… What to do… what to do…“Depends on Wyatt… do you want to be surprised too?” Vesper asked him in a deliberately cryptic fashion, her eyes though trying to hint at something… should his male brain be able to grasp it without her having to come right out and say it and ruin the surprise for Kill. Wyatt looked uncertain as he subtly shifted his weight from foot to foot, carefully thinking about what Vesper was telling him… perhaps it would be nice to be surprised when he saw Kill’s dress, but… he always thought she was beautiful regardless, and he also wanted to be able to match his outfit with hers. So… his decision was made.“I’m good not being surprised…” Wyatt replied with probably the cutest little lovesick grin Vesper had ever seen on his face, it was almost enough to get her going with the ‘awls’... but darn it, she held it in, Wyatt himself needed to be the one to reveal his feeling to Kill.“Alright, alright” Vesper said softly, shrugging before she turned to her Aunt Earth “Did you want to come too, Auntie Earth? Or did you want to go and see my parents?” Honestly, right about she just wanted to get a move on before the twins realized that Auntie Earth had arrived and insisted on accompanying her, Kill and Wyatt. Kill was trying her best not to drag her heels as she looked around the very formal mansion. Her mother always seemed to look comfortable in any situation. With all the things she had been through Kill felt small. It was while she was lost in those thoughts that the voice of her dearest friend echoed down the hall.“Vesper, it’s so good to see you!” she mused, snapping out of her thoughts completely. She embraced her dear friend in a tight hug before letting go as the raven fluttered up in the air then landed back on her shoulder. As Vesper greeted Earth, Kill glanced over to Wyatt. It really had been sometime. He was definitely taller than her now, it was a pleasant shock. She gave a small wave as the raven seemingly was eying up the young man.“Hold up, what?” She yelped, immediately getting tugged by her friend and dragged out the door by a half elf and a bear. Keyleth chuckled at the young ones and waved “I intend to see your parents, have fun, this will be good for you Kill! You know what your future holds”.“Yeah, my near future” the young woman grumbled. Her furrowed brows seemed to settle as she greeted Muffin patting the bear's head softly. Her Armament’e was to begin after Vespers birthday. She knew why her mother wanted to talk to Uncle Percy and Aunty Vex. The three walked towards the town, Kill still in her dear friend’s grasp. She wondered why the white haired beauty was so fussed about her, she knew the ball was important. But she could have borrowed a dress." So where are you taking me?" she asked raising a brow. "Please tell me it's to grab dinner" She asked already guessing it will be something clothing related. “We’ll be having dinner in like an hour or so up at the castle, this is something else, and I swear, I meant it when I said you would like it” Vesper replied, looking over at the lovely redhead druid with a big happy smile… she really was so psyched to see Kill again, it felt as though it had been an eternity since she and Kill had been able to hug each other and share a jovial tavern meal together… “Besides any amount of time we can get with the three of us together again is a win in my book!”“I concur, it’s been way too long since we were together” Wyatt replied, walking on the opposite side of Kill, gazing at the redhead with dreamy stars in his lavender gaze… he had already planned out in the last few hours since talking to Vesper how he was going to confess his heart to Kill. He was going to get up the courage to ask her to dance with him and then after impressing her with his grace and poise on the dance floor, he was going to invite her out on the terrace for some fresh air and then, right there beneath the stars and moon… he was going to kiss her and profess his love! It was going to be magical!“Although before heading back to the castle, we could totally stop by the Slayer’s Cake for some treats and some tea” Vesper said, smiling cheerfully from ear to ear “I bet Muffin would just love a couple cream horns, wouldn’t you boy?” Muffin gave a happy sounding grunting sound and licked at the back of Vesper’s hand.“Careful Muffin, you're gettin' kinda pudgy…” Wyatt teased with a wink at the bear “I hope she’s feeding you better things than just cream horns”“Oh ha ha, you are just such a riot” Vesper laughed sarcastically, looking around Kill to glare playfully at Wyatt “And Muffin, you got not pudgy, you are absolutely perfect” Muffin gave an agreeing snort in response.” Keep telling him that, pretty soon he'll be on a special diet" Wyatt chuckled."Oh, hush you!" Vesper scolded before patting Muffin reassuringly on the head "You don't need a special diet, my precious darling"A minute or two more of walking on the path went by, until...“Ah, here we are… The Heroes Thread… we have the best crafters and seamstresses employed here for just about any kind of clothing needs one could have” Vesper replied, stopping before a charming brownstone building “Mom and Dad even set up apprenticeship programs at the start of this year for amateur seamstresses looking for work and wanting to grow their skills, it’s been a great success so far. Come on, let’s go inside” Pulling Kill along by her hand, they ascended the couple of stone steps that led up into the shop, inside was pleasantly warm with much evidence about of very busy work, a woman seated with her back to them at a wooden desk look up and turned to see who had come in… her face lit up with a bright smile “Lady Vesper! Excellent, you have brought Lady Eliana for her fitting! Welcome to The Heroes Threads, Lady Eliana, I am Deanna Van dross and I own this establishment alongside my brother, Jain Van dross. Come on over here, darling, Lady Vesper assisted me in designing you a delightfully beautiful, but simple gown… Lady Vesper assured me that you prefer simple and comfortable fitting attire… I think you will be much pleased… now um, yes, over here…” The seamstress guided Kill over to a round wooden platform about two feet in width both ways and elevated about a foot off the ground… she gave Wyatt a brief look before striding away to the wall and grasping a curtain upon a rod affixed to the ceiling “No Peeking upon a lady’s privacy” With that, the seamstress pulled the curtain across the length of the rod and then disappeared behind it to join Kill. About fifteen to maybe twenty minutes passed, and then the curtain was being drawn back to reveal the finished gown upon Kill… Vesper gasped happily and clasped her hands together over her chest “Oh Kill! You look absolutely breathtaking! Doesn’t she's looking stunning, Wyatt?” Wyatt stood off to the right side of the room, his face blushing redder than a tomato, his cleared his throat lightly and took a breath “Stunning doesn’t even begin to cover it… Kill, you are a mesmerizing vision in that gown…” The redheaded young man felt as though his heart was going to explode inside him with how frantically it was beating… had he seriously found the courage to say that to Kill? Oh goodness, he could only hope now that she responded favorably… then perhaps, his plans for the ball tomorrow night wouldn’t seem quite so terrifying… with the prospect of being rejected looming above his head and what have you. Kill wasn't one for gifts, let alone anything else. Getting led along by her friend was almost too overwhelming as they entered the Tailor Shop and saw the beautiful fabrics. “You know I don't need something fancy” she said in a yelp as she was whisked away into the dressing room. Her raven companion perched on the rail facing away watching down at Wyatt. Cooperating, Kill was dressed in a beautiful gown, slim fitting and simplistic. She looked in the mirror placed in front of her. “Wow, this is” she paused as the curtain was opened to reveal her to Muffin, Raven and Wyatt. Face pink in embarrassment she awkwardly smiled, raising her left hand up to brush her fringe to the side.“Uhh, thanks.” She said embarrassed Wyatt “I don’t really dress this way, so it's probably all the dress” she added at the end. Turning back to look at Vesper she pouted "This is beautiful, I just don't think I can accept"It was going to be an expensive gift. All she could gift in return was thanks and plants and maybe some free gardening tips. The curtains were pulled closed, and the two young woman were left by the seamstress to talk a moment." Seriously Vesper, you didn't have to do this" Kill says her eyes tearing up as her normally tough exterior has been fully broken from compliments and love from dear friends. "I don't even have something in return". “Uhh, thanks.” She said embarrassed Wyatt “I don’t really dress this way, so it's probably all the dress”“Sure it is” Wyatt replied with a smirk, his playful tone communicating effortlessly his total lack of belief in that statement… oh boy, seeing the object of his affections looking so gloriously beautiful was enough to set his heart ablaze… if Vesper wasn’t right here, he would probably have gone right ahead and kissed Kill now.” This is beautiful, I just don't think I can accept"“You can, and you will” Vesper replied with a wink “Girl, I love you, and you never let me dress you up, but you know… it’s a special occasion and my birthday, so… let me dress you up!” Vesper giggled lightly and looked over at Wyatt, whom in turned chuckled in a response.“She’s got a point… and you really do look outstanding in that gown, just breathtaking” Wyatt replied… his arms ached to reach out for Kill… how perfect would tomorrow be? Kill looking like the princess out of every fairy story he had ever read, the stars glittering above them on the terrace, the bright full moon casting its silvery glow like a spotlight… No doubt about it. Wyatt wasn’t stupid, he was capable of acknowledging truth when it was right in front of him and this was absolutely 100% truth… he was in love with Eliana Vassar… And then the curtains were pulled closed on him again, his love blocked from his lavender gaze… it was enough to burst his heart. If that wasn’t enough proof to himself that he loved her, he didn’t know what was." Seriously Vesper, you didn't have to do this"“I want to, and you know by now, no one is going to stop me when I’ve put my mind to something… I’m like my mother in that way” Vesper replied with a big grin." I don't even have something in return".“Sure you do, just keep being my best friend… and let me go with you on your armament…” Vesper said, her grin getting wider “No way in hell you are going with me to watch your back, Wyatt wants to go too. No point in trying to convince us otherwise, we’ll just follow you if you say no” Vesper pulled Kill into a tight hug “Now, let’s get a move on… I’ll have Wyatt send a message up to the castle and the three of us will get dinner together at the town next door… and then I’ll get you that Slayer’s Cake cream puff for dessert” The next day Vesper stood beside her bedroom window, all decked out in her finest, the sun had already set, and the front courtyard was aglow with the pretty decorative lanterns of sapphire blue, White stone’s symbol upon them in pearlescent white… her silvery blue eyes watching as more and more guests were arriving, some arriving earlier than others if they had intentions of staying the night and needed to be given a room in the castle. A small smile curved her lips as she thought about Wyatt and Kill… Wyatt told her last night after Kill had gone to bed about the romantic gesture he was going to make tonight… she really hoped it went as well as Wyatt was hoping for. He deserved some happiness and so did Kill. Speaking of Wyatt… no one had heard anything from Uncle Mary and Uncle Lawrence… not a word… Wyatt kept a strong face about the whole thing, but Vesper knew he was worried… which was why Vesper had a message sent via servant to Kill to stop by her room, and then they’d go down to the ballroom together… she felt Kill should be told about this, Wyatt needed all the emotional support he could get and if necessary… friends that would immediately flank him if he decided it was necessary to take off and go find them. Kill stood in her room in the beautiful gown that her best friend gave her, she felt overdressed and a small piece of her wanted to already take the thing off. Though this was Vesper's special day, her birthday party. She would wear this to make her happy.“Sweet tree, you look beautiful” Earth muses to her daughter, as the older even woman was dressed in her more traditional air Shari clothing. Kili let out a pout that only made her mother laugh. “I feel out of place here, I feel like parties are far too flashy” the young woman added as the large raven cawing loudly as if to disagree with something being said. Keyleth was about to speak as there was a knock upon the door and a servant politely handed Kill a letter. Opening it she smiled, it was so very Vesper to have an entrance together today. “I've got to go mom, love you” she says then makes her way down the hall to Vesper's room. Knocking before entering, she stepped into her bestie's room with a large smile on her face. “Wood, look at you, absolutely beautiful!” she mused. She held the letter up and grinned as she playfully recomposed herself then curtsied “Lady Droll, you summoned me” she said holding the letter up keeping her playful smile hidden for just a second.---Virgil stood at the castle entrance, dressed in his finest suit. The locals here were polite and honestly almost sickly friendly for his taste. It was the eldest Droll child's birthday and everyone was invited, as the 'representative' of Thorn vale he also had an invitation. Following the crowd and entering the doors to the lovely estate, the young man kept a brisk pace. As he truly had very little intentions to Against what his 'advisors suggested for tonight, he was not here to cause any attention. He wanted to see what things were like here other than the biased scouting information he was given by spies. The Lord knew he was in a tough spot, pleasing all the still loyal followers to his parents' legacy. Then the ones who just longed for chaos the loyalists brought in. The whole thing was horrific, chaotic and overall boring. But what was he to do. Run away? It wasn't an option. He still lost his parents, he never got to spend the time he rightfully deserved with them. Grimacing he watched as people joyfully made their way to the large well arranged dining hall. Many knew each other. Some would glance at him, but none seemed overly threatened by him. There were no signs to give away his heritage, other than he supposed he resembled his father in a few ways. Unfortunately genetics couldn’t be so easily masked. Now able to take a place to the side, Virgil watched as more of the DE'Role family entered along with other guests. A loud booming voice echoed across all the talking for a brief moment as a Goliath charged over to the booze table which seemingly was under a watchful eye by a large bear. And it's owner. Lady Regalia De'role. Spoiler: Virgil's Suit. “Wood, look at you, absolutely beautiful!” she mused. She held the letter up and grinned as she playfully recomposed herself then curtsied “Lady Droll, you summoned me”“Well thank you, you look like an absolutely tasty dish as well” Vesper replied to her grin, making no attempts to stifle the grin that played across her lips as her friend gave her a playful curtsy “We’re going to be the hottest eligible ladies at the whole damn party” Her smile faltered a little bit “However, onto the reason why I asked you to meet me here before we head down to the party… have you talked to Wyatt yet? I saw him this morning, on his way back from visiting Aunt Allure… so far… no one knows anything at all about Uncle Mary and Uncle Lawrence. Even Aunt Allure seems worried…” Vesper paused briefly “I’m really worried about Wyatt, Kill… his folks have been incommunicado for almost two weeks now… we both know that’s not normal… Uncle Mary usually checks in on Wyatt every two to three days when they are apart, like clockwork… and Wyatt, he’s not doing as well as he wants all of us to believe he is, he’s afraid… and I think… I think he feels guilty… that he’s not with them…” The snowy haired girl shook her head lightly “We’re going to have to keep an extra close eye on our friend… I’m afraid he might do something stupid in his worried state…” A knock on the door cut Vesper off from what she was going to say next “Yes? Who is it?”“It’s Wyatt, I’m here to escort the two prettiest girls in White stone down to the party… can I come in?” Wyatt’s voice called through the door.“Yes, Wyatt, you can open the door, we were just on our way out” Vesper called back, looking over at Kill then and nodding her head gently towards the door “It’s time, let’s head on down there” The door opened with a barely audible creaking noise and Wyatt appeared there dressed in a very fine green shirt with exquisite gold embroidery and a matching attached cape, his pants were a simple pair of classy and elegantly tasteful black slacks, the outfit completed with a shined pair of plain black gentleman’s shoes. It seemed that Wyatt’s small enchanting business was doing quite well. Vesper was quite proud of him, Wyatt had taken upon himself at a young age to take his prodigy level skill with magic to supplement his family’s personal income, given that the Darlington Brigade was non-profit… he was a good and loving son, willing to do anything for his parents and loved ones. Vesper’s heart squeezed in her chest as she thought about Uncle Mary and Uncle Lawrence… they were supposed to be here tonight… Wyatt was scared, her parents were concerned… she really hoped they were alright… wherever they were right now… Sweet Wyatt, he put on a bright smile and offered the ladies both of his arms… if one didn’t know him, they’d never get a single clue what the wizard was keeping carefully concealed…------------------------------------------------------Wyatt strode on into the ballroom with all the swagger that would surely make Uncle Scandal weep with pride if he was watching, he beamed at people gazed at the three of them, the De Role heiress on one arm and the hot as hell future voice of the tempest on his other. Not to mention… his outfit was bomb! He leaned over to whisper to Vesper “Your public is waiting… as for me, I’m going to ask Kill to dance with me”“Go get ‘er, Tiger” Vesper encouraged warmly, speaking at normal volume then to Kill “I’m going to go say hi to my parents and then greet guests, I’ll meet back up with the two of you in a while” As Vesper separated from his arm, Wyatt looked adoringly at Kill “Um, Kill… would you like to dance with me? It’s okay if you don’t dance much, I’m a good teacher and I… it would be a tremendous honor really…” His heart was thundering in his chest, he was so nervous about what he intended to do tonight, but was resolute and determined nonetheless… tonight, nothing was going to stop him from telling Kill that he loved her! Vesper found her mother and father with Trinket from the refreshment table, trying to keep Uncle Grog from drinking all the offerings “Mom, Dad! He-he, Uncle Grog, you should probably lay off the booze a little… I think I saw some ladies giving you the… suggestive eye… if you know what I mean”“The what?” Grog asked, tilting his head almost like a puppy “I don't know what that means, but you sure do look lovely, Vesper. Happy birthday, kid”“Happy birthday, my darling” Vex’dahlia said warmly, approaching her eldest child to wrap her in a tight hug “You really do look breathtaking, my love”“Thanks, mom” Vesper replied with a bright smile, moving to hug her father after her mother released her “Hey Daddy”“Oh Vesper” Percy sighed with a smile, embracing his daughter gently “I am so proud of you, sweetheart… and I love you so much, I hope you always know that… you were the start of something very beautiful for your mother and I… we both hope that today will be extra special for you”“Go on and mingle now, my love, you have guests and the De Role’s as always gracious hosts” Vex’dahlia commented playfully, winking at her husband, who chuckled in response.”Sure thing mom” Vesper giggled, turning then from the present members of her family to face the ballroom and the guests currently strolling about the ballroom chatting, wine glasses in hand… In the next moment, the most peculiar sensation fell over the De Role heiress… this powerful pull of sorts… her gaze was drawn off to the side of the ballroom, where she found a tall and unearthly handsome man, long black hair neatly arranged and tied back in a simple ponytail at his nape… his flesh was the hue of moonlight, and he wore a finely tailored black suit… She couldn’t explain, but there was just something about this individual that made it impossible to look away from him… it wasn’t long before she found herself making her way slowly towards him across the ballroom… Offering him a shy smile as she reached him, Vesper offered her hand “Greetings to you, sir. I thank you for coming to celebrate my birthday with us, I hope travel from your home was fair and easy. I am Lady Vesper Elaina De Rolo… might I request the pleasure of knowing your name?” "It's Wyatt, I'm here to escort the two prettiest girls in White stone down to the party… can I come in?" Smiling Kill was happy to see Wyatt, he was being so strong and brave to deal with all this hardship on his own. If her mother went missing, she would do anything to find her. So as they walked together she smiled and kept herself from having the resting bitch face come back on. Apparently, she had developed that from her father. As the entire room watched them enter, she kept quiet. The room was all really looking at Vesper. As they should. Kill cared deeply for her best friend. She was smart, beautiful, talented and the heir to the DE'Role's. She was the perfect woman, and the people here seemed to truly admire and cherish her." I'm going to go say hi to my parents and then greet guests, I'll meet back up with the two of you in a while"Kill nodded and waved her best friend away, she truly looked beautiful. Now having separated arms with Wyatt, she sighed. People. So many of them. T"Um, Kill… would you like to dance with me? It's okay if you don't dance much, I'm a good teacher and I… it would be a tremendous honor really…" Kili stared a moment at Wyatt like he was teasing her. Then it settled in. "Umm, yeah..." she mumbled anxiously as she adjusted her hair as her pale skin went pink. "Sure, though dancing is a thing I am not great at with others" she admitted allowing him the freedom to back away.---Virgil kept his space from others, having the odd conversation. Though overall just enjoying the wine and view. He wondered how many people here were living in White stone when his selfish parents took over. He was playing in that thought as a female voice caught his attention"Greetings to you, sir. I thank you for coming to celebrate my birthday with us, I hope travel from your home was fair and easy. I am Lady Vesper Elaina De Rolo… might I request the pleasure of knowing your name?" Noting immediately who had approached him he did a slight bow then smiled in return. The oldest DE'Role Vesper. Was this a blessing or was he somehow recognized?" Victor, my lady" he says with his ever so devilish smile." I was invited as the representative of Thorn vale, my lord could not make it this evening" he says weaving his lies perfectly that there was no way anybody could tell. He admired her beautiful appearance; the dress was lovely but her face with those stunning eyes. That was what was imprisoning his glances now. "What brings the heiress of the DE'Role's over to my quiet corner?" he asked. "Not that I mind the company" he added with a smile. "Um, Kill… would you like to dance with me? It's okay if you don't dance much, I'm a good teacher and I… it would be a tremendous honor really…"" Umm, yeah... sure, though dancing is a thing I am not great at with others" “That’s fine” Wyatt chuckled with a warm smile, drawing the beautiful redhead into his arms, he brought her in close to his body and began to slowly move her into the dance floor… he was careful to give her clear and gentle instructions as they went, sometimes softly murmured words, other times a gentle nudge with his hip or arm. He had faith in his Kill, he knew if she really tried, she could do anything.“You know, Kill… growing up together as we all have, I feel really blessed to have you all in my life… especially you, Kill…” Wyatt began, his pale flesh blooming just a little bit with the faintest hint of a pinkish color “You get me like no one else does… my love for magic… my deep adoration for my family and the occasional frustrations with my parents being a little bit too overprotective… when you are near me, I feel like nothing could ever hurt me… and like I would never let anything hurt you…” Using the grace of nobility that he’d been taught since he first began walking, Wyatt swept Kill across the dance floor in graceful flourishing movements until he had twirled them out onto the terrace, the moonlight shining down upon them and bathing them in its silvery glow… it was perfect, it was full and offering the romantic atmosphere that Wyatt had been so hoping for. Now away from all the noise and chaos of the ballroom, Wyatt chose to be bold and drew Kill in just a little bit closer to his body… just standing there, his arms around her and his lavender eyes gazing deeply into hers…“I need to tell you something, Kill, something really important… for years now, probably since puberty began hitting us… I’ve been feeling things… about you…” Wyatt began “And over time, it’s just gotten stronger and stronger, we have gotten so close and… I am confident in what I feel… and now, I think the time has come to get up the courage and tell you…” The redheaded wizard took a deep breath to steady himself and then mustered up that needed strength and courage to at last speak his heart “I love you, Kill… not just as friends, but as so much more… I am IN love with you… you really have no idea how wonderful and amazing you really are, Kill… your kindness and ability to love… the way you spring into action when you someone you love is in pain or some kind of trouble… your patience when you sit there and listen to my boring stories and when I talk about spells I’m crafting… you even sit with me and talk to me when I’m tinkering… no one in this world has a more beautiful heart than you do” This was it, he was going to do it! Oh boy… his heart was pounding so hard, he was nervous… but he really did love this girl, and he had to take this chance, he had to know if he could have a future with Kill. Not waiting a moment longer, Wyatt closed whatever distance was left, curved a hand gently behind Kill’s neck and brought his face in to claim those lovely lips of hers in a deep kiss.---"Victor, my lady" Vesper felt heat bloom in her chest as her heart fluttered… the devilish smile of his was certainly effective… though she would say the look in his eyes contributed as well… a sexy sort of confidence… like he was attractive, elegant, the ladies were looking… he knew it all and he enjoyed it. Granted, she couldn’t say for sure that was going on in his head, but it was the vibe she was getting as she gazed into those entrancing eyes." I was invited as the representative of Thorn vale, my lord could not make it this evening" “Oh I see, well I am honored to make your acquaintance, Victor” Vesper replied with a smile that may or may not have been laced with a bit of flirtation… What? The guy was hot, and it wasn’t like she was throwing herself at him." What brings the heiress of the DE'Role's over to my quiet corner?" he asked. "Not that I mind the company"“New face and I wanted to introduce myself…” Vesper replied, grinning a little bit afterward “And quite possibly, you just might have an irresistible presence that I was dying to investigate… perhaps it was fate that your lord couldn’t make it tonight… dance with me? I would be quite interested to speak with you a bit longer” Alright, so perhaps she was flirting more than just a little… no regrets though, she was of age to make her own decisions and even marry if she so chose… and this fellow? Totally yummy. Grinning, Pike reached over to poke at the knee of her dear friend Vex’Dahlia de Rolo “Hey Very, check out the raven haired hunk your daughter is chatting up. Way to go, Vesper, he’s super cute” Vex turned her sharp gaze over in the direction that Pike had indicated “He’s certainly handsome, but he best mind his manners”“Yeah or Percy might put a hole in his head” Pike chuckled, grinning to where Percival stood beside Vex. Kill felt like a princess, being guided around the dance floor with such care and grace. Wyatt was always so good at these things. The nobility, the charm. He always seemed to keep her from slipping up. Her full focus had fallen upon him, as it seemed her mother had found company with the DE'Role's and her raven. So as they finished their sweet moment in the ballroom and stood upon the terrace to the starlit sky she listened close." I need to tell you something, Kill, something really important… for years now, probably since puberty began hitting us… I've been feeling things… about you…" Wyatt began"And over time, it's just gotten stronger and stronger, we have gotten so close and… I am confident in what I feel… and now, I think the time has come to get up the courage and tell you…" Face now a pale pink, she was frozen. Was he about so say what she thought he was? The Druid was barely able to move as her gaze was locked onto his soft blue eyes. Wyatt has always been there for her, through the good and bad… this was. Her heart was pounding louder and louder. To the point she was afraid she would pass out." I love you, Kill… not just as friends, but as so much more… I am IN love with you… you really have no idea how wonderful and amazing you really are, Kill… your kindness and ability to love… the way you spring into action when you someone you love is in pain or some kind of trouble… your patience when you sit there and listen to my boring stories and when I talk about spells I'm crafting… you even sit with me and talk to me when I'm tinkering… no one in this world has a more beautiful heart than you do"Having the little space between them close as their lips pressed gently against one another, Kill closed her eyes and softly kissed him back. Her heart felt as if it burst from her chest. Opening her eyes her emerald gaze fell upon Wyatt, and she pulled back just enough to speak." I. I love you too Wyatt". Her tone was so soft as the nerves were starting to show. In all her years she never expected to her a confession so well crafted. Though of course it was this well-thought-out, romantically planned by a man who was far too good for her. That was the thing though, he was a nobleman, she was a druid whose whole life was about to become scarily uncertain." I feel that I do not deserve your love Wyatt, I am a bundle of uncertainties" Kill began, then stopped herself. "But I want to be selfish just this once, I have carried deep feelings for you for a very long time" she muses smiling lovingly up to the redheaded prodigy. Leaning upwards and kissed him again this time with more pressure than the first as she wrapped her arms around his waist and as the kiss ended lowered her head and rested it against his chest. The moon still looming above as they shared the private moment to themselves.-------------"New face and I wanted to introduce myself…" Vesper replied, grinning a little bit afterward"And quite possibly, you just might have an irresistible presence that I was dying to investigate… perhaps it was fate that your lord couldn't make it tonight… dance with me? I would be quite interested to speak with you a bit longer"Victor couldn't help but smirk, the most beautiful woman in the room had chosen to speak with him. 'How unlucky for the lord' he would think to himself before ending up just chuckling. This whole visit was to see the situation here, it seemed other than the standard drama all towns had with drunkards and basic disorderly conduct not a lot was to note. Not even in the social circles here at this event. Not even a rumor being shared." I believe the asking one to dance was my line Milady"He mused feeling almost a flare of excitement flow though him. Which was new. He held out his hand bowing just slightly. The next song seemed to start playing almost on Que, as he delicately took her hand in his and lead Vesper to the dance floor. There were many other couples starting for what was sounding like an elegant slow dance. As he had placed one hand upon her waist, then she had one hand on his shoulder. The two would clasp hands again and start to move gently to the music. The town crowd seemed to start watching as the center of attention fell upon them." Feel free not to answer this, but how is it a beautiful woman such as yourself is not here with a partner?"he questioned." I spotted your arrival with the young couple that seem to have left the ballroom"Victor added as they spun around gently keeping in time to the music. There were more eyes upon them the longer the music played. He noticed the noble family head watching very closely. It wasn't like they had any clue who in this realm he was. Wyatt felt his heart swell with the joy of hearing Kill say those words back to him… how many times had he dreamed and fascinated about this? He was half tempted to pinch himself just to make sure this was actually happening, and he wasn’t just having another beautiful dream about the most beautiful girl in all of Alexandria. The love of his life leaned up then and reclaimed his lips herself this time, her wraps slipping around his waist… he brought one hand to rest gently behind her neck and the other to sit at the small of her back, drawing her in as closely and tightly as she permitted him… As their kiss came to an end, Wyatt stole one more tiny little kiss from those lips before Kill rested her head against his chest… it felt surreal… to be so happy… he would feel almost guilty for being so happy while his family was still AWOL, but then he knew his parents would scold him if they heard he had a chance to confess his heart to his love and didn’t take it. Caressing her long red hair, Wyatt relished the feeling of the silken strands against his fingers…“Kill, my darling… I am the one undeserving of you, let’s not even joke around here… your heart… I can’t stop marveling at your heart, Kill… there is no treasure more beautiful or more precious than your heart and the light it shines upon everyone that is fortunate enough to get close to you… I love you with all my heart and soul, Kill… and if you loving me is being selfish, then please… be selfish… I want you to be selfish… I need you to be… because I can’t put these feelings back now that this bottle has been uncorked… and I don’t want to… I want this to be the beginning of something brand new for us…” He angled his head to press a kiss at the place where her forehead met her hair “Regardless of what Vesper chooses to do… I am going with you on your Armament, don’t even try and talk me out of it or try to leave without me… you know I’ll just follow you and catch up… I am going to be there to protect the woman I love… in the meantime though… what do you say we snatch some of those delicious hors d'oeuvres and enjoy them out here in the terrace… beneath the romantic light of the moon and stars… I think we have a lot more to talk about, with our feelings for each other finally spoken aloud and reciprocated…”-------------"New face and I wanted to introduce myself…" Vesper replied, grinning a little bit afterward "And quite possibly, you just might have an irresistible presence that I was dying to investigate… perhaps it was fate that your lord couldn't make it tonight… dance with me? I would be quite interested to speak with you a bit longer"Victor couldn't help but smirk, the most beautiful woman in the room had chosen to speak with him. 'How unlucky for the lord' he would think to himself before ending up just chuckling. This whole visit was to see the situation here, it seemed other than the standard drama all towns had with drunkards and basic disorderly conduct not a lot was to note. Not even in the social circles here at this event. Not even a rumor being shared." I believe the asking one to dance was my line Milady" Vesper gave the handsome raven haired man a cheeky little smirk that seemed to say ‘well, I beat you to it, didn’t I?’ As the orchestra began to play the next melody, Victor’s delectable self took the initiative to take the lead, drawing her into his arms and sweeping her gracefully out onto the dance floor… the dance wasn’t too vigorous or fast-paced, but the two of them moved with an elegance and grace that put most others on the floor to shame. No one could match the perfect synchronization and chemistry this supposedly unfamiliar pair possessed." Feel free not to answer this, but how is it a beautiful woman such as yourself is not here with a partner?" he questioned. "I spotted your arrival with the young couple that seem to have left the ballroom" “My father invents guns and my Uncle is a giant Goliath…” Vesper replied with a grin, gesturing with her head towards where her family stood chatting, but she eventually chuckled “I’m kidding, well mostly anyway… but in all seriousness… most of the nobility I’ve met, well… they are about as interesting as a wheelbarrow full of crusty bricks, with about as much personality as such as well… I honestly preferred to go stag rather than listen to the plethora of cringing dull stories that these obnoxious overly primped peacock impersonating sods seem to believe is so impressive to potential brides…” She rolled her eyes as she thought about the last few noble young men that had come to Castle White stone in an attempt to court her… one look to her father or mother was all that was necessary for her parents to signal Uncle Grog to toss them out onto their butts on the doorstep. Vesper gave Victor a flirty little smirk “It all worked out though… because here you are… I would say this night is going quite splendidly. So tell me about yourself Victor, had any adventures lately or are you afraid to break a nail?”

Vox Machina_ The Next Generation (Missmonkey and Kitsunemorii)|rating:4.0

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USS Independence (NCC-1776-C), Sovereign-class heavy deterrence explorer CAPT Josephine 'Jo' Kennedy (Tracy Slogging), Commanding Officer: adult Human female Player: Non-Player Character Place of Birth: Dickinson, Texas, United States of America, North American Alliance, Earth, United Earth Republic, United Federation of Planets Age: 56 (13 November 2324)Species: Human Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Height: 5' 8" (36C-24-36)Weight: 136lbs. Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Light brown Physical Appearance: CAPT Josephine 'Jo' Kennedy is an attractive looking adult Human Caucasian female in excellent physical condition for a woman her age, height and build who engages in moderate regular exercise on a daily basis. Distinguishing Physical Characteristics: normal Attire: CAPT Josephine 'Jo' Kennedy normally wears the Class-A formal duty uniform that consist of CDR Cathryn Elisabeth 'Cat' Pearson (Karen McDougal), First Executive Officer: adult Human female. Player: NaughtyInJaxPlace of Birth: Thorn hill, Ontario, Commonwealth of Canada, North American Alliance, Earth, United Earth Republic, United Federation of Planets Age: Physically 38, Chronologically 117 (21 October 2263)Species: Human Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Height: 5' 6" (34C-24-34)Weight: 130lbs. Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Brown Physical Appearance: CDR Cathryn Elisabeth 'Cat' Pearson Distinguishing Physical Characteristics: CDR Cathryn Elisabeth 'Cat' Pearson Normal Attire: CDR Cathryn Elisabeth 'Cat' Pearson normally wears the Class-B informal duty uniform that consists of a black duty jacket w/quilted gray shoulders, a black duty vest w/quilted gray shoulders, a red long-sleeved duty shirt, a set of underwear (pink bra, pink thong), a pair of black trousers w/red piping & cargo pockets, a pair of black socks, a pair of black duty boots, CDR Constantine Dmitrovich Harmonies (Steve Basic), Second Executive Officer: adult Human male Player: Spake759Place of Birth: Saint Petersburg, Northwestern Federal District, Union of Sovereign Northern Republics, European Hegemony, Earth, United Earth Republic, United Federation of Planets Age: 39 (20 January 2341)Species: Human Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Height: 6' 5"Weight: 220lbs. Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Green Physical Appearance: CDR Constantine Dmitrovich Harmonies is an attractive looking adult Human Caucasian male in excellent physical condition for a man his age, height and build who engages in moderate regular exercise on a daily basis. Distinguishing Physical Characteristics: CDR Constantine Dmitrovich HarkonnenNormal Attire: CDR Constantine Dmitrovich Harmonies normally wars the Class-B informal duty uniform that consists of a black duty jacket w/quilted gray shoulders, a black duty vest w/quilted gray shoulders, command red long-sleeved duty shirt, commander rank pips, a set of underwear (a red tee-shirt, a pair of black boxer-briefs), a pair of black duty trousers w/command red piping & cargo pockets, a pair of black socks, a pair of black duty boots, LCDR Lt;first name; Lt;middle; 'Lt;nickname;' Lt;surname; (Lt;actor/actress;), Chief Flight Control Officer: adult. Player:Place of Birth:Age: 00 ()Species:Gender:Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual / Bi-Curious / Bisexual / Homosexual Height: 0' 00" (00x-00-00)Weight: 000lbs. Hair Color:Eye Color:Physical Appearance: LCDRDistinguishing Physical Characteristics: LCDRNormal Attire: LCDRLCDR Lt;first name; Lt;middle; 'Lt;nickname;' Lt;surname; (Lt;actor/actress;), Chief Operations Officer: adult. Player:Place of Birth:Age: 00 ()Species:Gender:Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual / Bi-Curious / Bisexual / Homosexual Height: 0' 00" (00x-00-00)Weight: 000lbs. Hair Color:Eye Color:Physical Appearance: LCDRDistinguishing Physical Characteristics: LCDRNormal Attire: LCDR T’pay of Dora (Felicia Crouton), Chief Engineer: adult Vulcan female. Player: White_Jade Place of Birth: Dora, Real Province, Vulcan, Vulcan Confederacy, United Federation of Planets Age: 69 (27 May 2311)Species: Vulcan Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Height: 5' 8" (36D-28-34)Weight: 145lbs. Hair Color: Light brown Eye Color: Hazel Physical Appearance: LCDR T’pay is an attractive looking adult Vulcan female in excellent physical condition for a woman her height, build, but younger than her actual age woman who engages in moderate regular exercise on a twice a week basis. Distinguishing Physical Characteristics: LCDR T’pay does not have any piercings or tattoos. She believes that the body should be kept “pure” and unmarred except by accident or illness. She experiments with various braids, ponytails, buns, and other styles to keep her hair out of the way in Engineering but prefers to wear it down elsewhere; leading some other Vulcan's to accuse her of “hiding” her ears. Normal Attire: LCDR T’pay normally wears the Class-A formal duty uniform that consists of a black duty jacket w/quilted gray shoulders, a black duty vest w/quilted gray shoulders, a mustard gold long-sleeved duty shirt, a set of underwear (a mustard gold tee shirt, lacy yellow bra and panties), a pair of black trousers w/ mustard gold piping, a pair of black socks, and a pair of black duty boots. LCD T’pay carried a data pad and recorder with her at almost all times. LCDR Rates of Seth Iran (Justin Hartley), Security Chief: adult Andorran male. Player: ArmphidPlace of Birth: USS Eagle-B, United Federation of Planets Age: 27 (21 March 2353 – adjusted to Federation Standard)Species: AndorianGender: Male Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Height: 6' 3"Weight: 200lbs. Hair Color: Platinum White Eye Color: Violet Physical Appearance: LCDR Rates is an attractive looking adult Andorran male with Cobalt Blue skin in excellent physical condition for a male his age, height and build who engages in moderate regular exercise on a daily basis. Distinguishing Physical Characteristics: LCDR Rates has a number of scars from old fights on his torso and arms. Other than the top of his head, his body is hairless thanks to a coolant accident during his Cadet Cruise. Normal Attire: LCDR Rates normally wears the Class-B informal duty uniform that consists of a black duty jacket w/quilted gray shoulders, a black duty vest w/quilted gray shoulders, a mustard gold long-sleeved duty shirt, a set of underwear (a red tee shirt and a pair of boxers), a pair of black trousers w/mustard gold piping & cargo pockets, a pair of black socks, a pair of black duty boots, and an Andorran rival (a lightly curved short sword).CDR Lt;first name; Lt;middle; 'Lt;nickname;' Lt;surname; (Lt;actor/actress;), Chief Sciences Officer: adult. Player:Place of Birth:Age: 00 ()Species:Gender:Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual / Bi-Curious / Bisexual / Homosexual Height: 0' 00" (00x-00-00)Weight: 000lbs. Hair Color:Eye Color:Physical Appearance: CDR Distinguishing Physical Characteristics: CDR Normal Attire: CDR Avalon 'Ava'Evans MD (Claudia Black), Chief Medical Officer: adult Human female. Player: Samantha_Carter Place of Birth: Copernicus City, Luna Moon Colony, Luna (Earth's Moon), Sol System, United Earth Republic, United Federation of Planets. Age: 36 (7 October 2344)Species: Human Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Height: 5' 8" (34B-26-35)Weight: 135lbs. Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Blue Physical Appearance: Long dark hair worn down or in a braid. Fit figure, tall and slender Distinguishing Physical Characteristics: CDR Avalon 'Ava'Evans has a pair of black wing tattoos across her entire back, and pierced ears. Normal Attire: CDR Avalon 'Ava'Evans normally wears the female medical & sciences variant of the Class-A formal duty uniform that consist of a white duty jacket w/quilted gray shoulders, a white duty vest w/quilted gray shoulders, sciences teal blue long-sleeved duty shirt, a set of underwear (teal blue tee-shirt, teal blue bra, a teal blue thong), a white duty skirt w/sciences teal blue piping, a pair of white stockings, a pair of white knee-high duty boots, a teal blue lab coat LCDR Cressida 'Syd' Carrington (Angelina Jolie), Chief Ship's Counselor: adult Human female. Player: sallythescorpianPlace of Birth: Athens, Hellenic Republic, European Hegemony, Earth, United Earth Republic, United Federation of Planets. Age: 32 (6 April 2348)Species: Human Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Height: 5' 8" (36C-27-36)Weight: 130lbs. Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Hazel Physical Appearance: LCDR Cressida 'Syd' Carrington is an attractive looking adult Human Caucasian female in excellent physical condition for a woman her age, height and build who engages in moderate regular exercise on a daily basis. Distinguishing Physical Characteristics: LCDR Syd Carrington wears her brown hair long in a plait, and has her left nostril pierced. Normal Attire: LCDR Syd Carrington normally wears the MAJ Lt;first name; Lt;middle; 'Lt;nickname;' Lt;surname; (Lt;actor/actress;), Marine Detachment Commandant: adult. Player:Place of Birth:Age: 00 ()Species:Gender:Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual / Bi-Curious / Bisexual / Homosexual Height: 0' 00" (00x-00-00)Weight: 000lbs. Hair Color:Eye Color:Physical Appearance:Distinguishing Physical Characteristics:Normal Attire: Alternate RPG Campaign Setting Overview by Richard Spake1.) Star fleet is a Military Organization. Star fleet personnel are first and foremost both explorers and warriors who take their dual duties as explorers and defenders very seriously. Please note before your knees jerk about Star fleet being a military organization, please remember that military organizations are not inherently evil, only the politicians who control their activities can be considered evil when it is THEY who are the ones who set military policy. Star fleet is devoted to the peaceful expansion of the Federation through exploration of unexplored space, but is also devoted to the defense of the Federation, it's citizens, and allies. A.) Star fleet is divided into Operational Commands, and they are; Galaxy Exploration Command, Military Operations Command, Merchant Marine Support Command, Colonization and Terraforming Operations Support Command, etc. B.) Star fleet Marine Corps. The Star fleet Marine Corps act as the core of the Federation's front line ground combat forces that are pulled form the Local Defense Forces of individual Federation members. C.) Star fleet Armed Response Teams (ART) have become the defect Special Forces of Star fleet, and every Star fleet Vessels maintains one team that is composed of personnel drawn form each department onboard and provided with extensive training by the ship's Security Department (much like the Rapid Response Forces in the LUG Trek books). D.) Star fleet has kept many of the same traditions and ideals of the old sailing navies of the late 19th and 20th centuries of Terra.1.) A member of the Star fleet Marine Corps stands guard at each of the Turbo lift doors that lead onto a Starships bridge, a Marine guard stands watch at the door to the Captain's and VIP Quarters, and an armed Marine guard acts as an escort for the Captain and VIPs while they are embarked onboard Star fleet Vessels.2.) The Captain's Yeoman has become the captain's administrative assistant who takes care of the all the paperwork that is necessary to keep a ship running. The duties and responsibilities of the Captain's Yeoman has become more in depth than they were since they have become more involved with the day to day running and administration of the ship itself. The Captain's Steward handles the more of a 'My Man Friday' by preparing meals and laying out the Captain's uniforms and other attire, co-ordinating with the Captain's Yeoman to plan the Captain's daily routine, and pretty much anything else that needs to be done. Both the Captain's Yeoman and the Captain's Steward have quarters that are accessible form the "Captain's Passage" (in fact the Captain's Steward possess a 'Steward's Pantry' that is part of the Captain's living area that is actually a small room that can be used as both a quarters and food preparation area that is a foyer to their own Quarters since the Captain's Steward has the same hours as the Captain thus always on call). The Captain's quarters include (but are not limited to); Captain's 'In Port' Stateroom, Captain's 'Underway' Stateroom, the Captain's Wardroom, the Captain's Galley, the Captain's Formal Dinning Room, and the Captain's Lounge. All of these spaces are connected by the "Captain's Passage" that provides a private access route to the Captain's Ready Room, and form there the Bridge.3.) The Senior Star fleet Non-Commissioned Officer (Enlisted Personnel) is referred to as either the "Chief of the Boat" or "Ship's Bosun," while the Senior Star fleet Marine Corps Non-Commissioned Officer (Enlisted Personnel) is referred to as "Gunny" as a sign of respect by both Officer and Enlisted personnel.4.) Each Star fleet vessel has its own unique logo and crest that is utilized in patches and emblems related to its operations. The logo is found on plates, cups, glasses, patches, uniforms, clothes, and patches that are worn on the right sleeve of the standard duty uniforms at the discretion of the ship's commanding officer.5.) The ship's mess facilities are as follows;A.) The Captain's Mess: The Captain's and VIP Mess is full service with real food prepared for each and every meal (unless otherwise specified). The Captain's Formal Dinning Room: Used for extremely formal occasions; such as ambassadorial banquets, first contact dinners, etc. The Captain's Formal Dinning Room is very rarely used onboard most Star fleet vessels, and many captain's find other uses for the space while not in use. B.) Officer's Wardroom: The Officers Wardroom is full service replica with real food prepared on request. The Officer's Wardroom is used by the ship's commissioned officers, their families and their guests. C.) Chief's Mess: The Non-Commissioned Officer's wardroom. The Chief's Mess is a semi full service Replica where some real food preparation is undertaken. Used by the Ship's non-commissioned officer's (E 7 to E 9), their families, and their guests. D.) Forward Galley: The forward galley is a self-service replica primarily used by on duty enlisted personnel (E 1 to E 6). E.) Aft Galley: The aft galley is a semi full service replica that also serves some prepared real foods. The aft galley is used by enlisted personnel, their families, and their guests. F.) The Ship's Lounge/Bar: The ship's lounge/bar is a full service dining facility that may, or may not bar personnel form wearing their uniforms since the location is meant to be a place to get way from the stresses of the daily grind of what ever tasks preformed that day. Many see ranks and uniforms as counterproductive to this, and bar them all together. The host of the ship's lounge/bar answers to the ship's captain through the ship's counselor in an attempt to give the captain more insight into the psyche of the ship's crew. Many Star fleet vessels have civilian contractors who work in, and operate the ship's lounge/bar. Other vessels allow off duty personnel to manage, and work instead.2.) There is more than just one Star fleet Academy. Each of the founding members of the United Federation of Planets has a major Star fleet Academy campus located on their home world (Terra, Vulcan, Centauri, Stellar, and Ardor), and several other major core worlds that have joined the Federation have just recently been allowed to open Star fleet Academy campuses (Beta zed, Belarus IX, and the Trill Home world). The most prestigious Star fleet Academy is located at San Francisco, California, United States of America (Terra). Each of the Star fleet Academies has a training starship that has served diligently and honorably in Star fleet until the wear and tear on its superstructure has forced its retirement form active duty. The most common Starship type that has been slated for his kind of assignment has been the Constellation class Explorer. A.) Several of the major colony worlds have been allowed to open Star fleet Academy annexes for the academy located on their home worlds. The most famous of these colonial academies is the facilities used by the Star fleet Marine Corps Academy located on Mars.3.) The Federation still uses money (called the Federation Credit). The five strongest economies ironclad are the original founders of the Federation, while the new members such as Belarus IX and the Trill home world have caught up with the rest of the Core Worlds by leaps and bounds and will challenge their dominance in economic and political affairs soon enough. A.) The Federation Stock Exchange. The Federation Stock Exchange has undergone multiple changes to adapt and evolve to new technologies in its long history. The introduction of Sub Space Communications has allowed the Federation Stock Exchange to allow the trade with the neighboring foreign powers. B.) Replicators and the Economy. The Federation has established a strong economy that has remained quite diverse and vibrant throughout its history, and the invention of the Replicator almost caused the economy to enter a major recession. To counter this, the Federation has limited access to Replicators to government controlled outlets (such as Star fleet and Public Services/Works Agencies). While the replicator has all but eliminated the pains of poverty by allowing the local planetary governments to provide the most basic needs of their poorest of citizens. Everything past the basic needs to survive that cannot be replicated must be worked for and earned (luxury goods, and real food for example).4.) Many of the FAST Trek Starships exist in the Original Series Movie Era, as does much of the more famous starship histories as well. I have extended this form the history formed by the many FAST Trek Campaigns my old gaming group and myself have created. In fact one of the more interesting Akira class has been named the USS Black heart in honor of the missing Chandler class Frigate of the same name. A.) The Klingon Bred class Bird of Prey and the K'port class Cruisers were originally joint Roman/Klingon designs (as per the original concept form Star Trek III: the Search for Spock, and FAST Trek) that was built during the brief Roman Klingon technology exchanges that gave the Klingons cloaking devices and the Romans Warp Drive. Both the Klingons and the Romans use starships that have been based on this same structural design, but neither side wishes to admit that either side had anything to do with its origin. B.) The Romans use more than one Warship design, and their warship classification is as follows; War birds are Starships of the Line (Dreadnoughts, Battleships, and Battlecruisers); Bird of Preys are their mid ranged warships that make up the bulk of their fleets (Heavy Cruisers, Cruisers, and Frigates); and Storm birds are primarily smaller warships (Destroyers, Gunboats, and Escorts). C.) Star fleet has had a very limited number of Dreadnoughts in its inventory, and up until 2365 the three remaining Dreadnoughts where mothballed in orbit around the Tuition (a moon of Neptune in the Sol System). With the on set of first the Klingon Federation War and the Dominion War Star fleet was forced to resurrect the classification of Dreadnought. In fact, the new Alliance class Dreadnought is actually a refit of the Galaxy class Explorers as seen in "All Good Things..." Before the Alliance class, Star fleet had the Kirov class Dreadnought (2291 2322, reclassified as Heavy Cruiser in 2322 and still in service), the Adamant class Heavy Dreadnought (2285 2312, reclassified as Heavy Cruiser in 2312 and still seen in limited service), the Federation class Dreadnought (2261 98), and the Napoleon class Dreadnought (2224 54).5.) The USS Enterprise E remains as the flagship of the Federation, but has undergone several changes. While she has remained one of the prestigious commands in Star fleet, the Enterprise E has become one of the most highly visible Star fleet ships. Its presence has become required at many 'showing the flag' missions, and the location of the signing of membership for new or perspective Federation members (as seen in Star Trek: Insurrection). A.) Picard has been promoted to Rear Admiral due to the losses of the Dominion War. He has retained the Enterprise E as his 'flagship' and kept much of its senior staff onboard as perks of being promoted to flag rank. Picard has excepted the unofficial title as a Federation Ambassador without Portfolio, thus allowing him more power to speak as a voice for the Federation Council. B.) William Thomas River was promoted to Captain in 2374 and given command of the USS Hornet (Steam runner class). Under the command of Captain River, the Hornet became one of the most famous of the Steam runner class Heavy Frigates and earned a place of honor in Star fleet history. His ability to command the Hornet under adverse conditions proved to Star fleet Command that Picard was right to request his return to the Enterprise E as it's Commanding Officer. C.) George LaForge was promoted to Commander in 2374 and assigned as River's first officer onboard the USS Hornet (please note that LaForge served as the Hornet's first officer and chief engineer at the same time). River was able to bring LaForge back to the Enterprise E as First Officer. It is rumored that Commander LaForge is next to be promoted to the Captain's List, and has been selected to become one of the candidates to command the USS Challenger (Galaxy class). D.) Data. Promoted to Commander in 2374 and transferred to a joint Star fleet and Destroy Institute Research and Development project that would allow the 'Spartacist' androids to officially join the United Federation of Planets as full members, and prove that members of their race should be allowed to join Star fleet. Cmdr. Data will soon assume the position as the new curator of Memory Alpha. E.) Dr. Beverly Churches was promoted to Captain in 2374, and almost excepted a transfer and posting as the new head of Star fleet Medical. Instead, Dr. Beverly Crusher has decided to remain onboard the USS Enterprise E as Rear Admiral Picard's personal physician. F.) Deanna Trio, assigned temporarily to the Pathfinder Project to assist Lt. Reginald Barclay with what was feared to be a relapse of his Hold Addiction. Returned to the Enterprise E as the Ship's Counselor with a weighty letter of commendation form Admiral Paris himself, and has begun to discuss marriage plans with Captain William T. River.6.) Deep Space Nine still remains as a major location in the Alpha and Beta Quadrants, and Star fleet still maintains a major presence on the Station. With Sicko listed as MIA, Captain Haggard has been given command of the station by order of Admiral Ross. A.) Fleet Captain Ben Sicko (hero of the Dominion War, and 'Emissary to the Bjorn people') is still Missing in Action, and rumored to have been assassinated by the deranged former Circassian dictator GUL Ducat. The people of Major have paid a lot of attention to their "Emissary's" loved ones, in fact they have made it a point to see that their every need can be taken care of (covertly of course).1.) Kassidy Yates Sicko. Kassidy Yates Sicko, the pregnant wife of Ben Sicko still retains control of the day-to-day activities of her rapidly growing shipping company that has had to expand to three separate freighters in the past three months. One of these freighters (a Circassian class Bulk Freighter) was a gift of the new Circassian Union's government (a gift form GARAF to honor everything Sicko had done for him).2.) Jake Sicko. Jake Sicko and his stepmother have taken much effort to build Ben Sicko's 'dream house' on the land he had purchased on Major. The Bavarian government has assisted these efforts by covering a lot of the costs themselves through 'donations' by the Bjorn citizens. On a personal note, Jake Sicko's career as a writer has taken off in the Bavarian Sector, and to a limited extent in the rest of the Federation as well. B.) Colonel Kira Nerds. Colonel Kira still pines for her lost love, Do. And desperately seeks any information on his well-being, the rumors that the Dominion has erupted into a bloody civil war has terrified her to no end. On a side note, Col. Kira is having to deal with the new Star fleet commander of Deep Space Nine. C.) Dr. Julian Bashir. Bashir was to have been promoted to the rank of Lt. Commander, but things have occurred that have blocked this promotion form happening. Due to the decision that allowed Dr. Bashir to remain in Star fleet there have been several humans who had undergone Genetic Resequencing that have been able to force the Federation Supreme Court to overturn Star fleet's ban against humans who have undergone Genetic Resequencing or Genetic Engineering form Service. Currently, Star fleet is fighting this ruling with all it's worth and attempting to 'invite' Dr. Bashir to gracefully take the hint and resign his commission in Star fleet. But fortunately, Bashir has decided to stay and fight for his and others right to serve in Star fleet with honor and dignity. D.) Ezra Dax. Ezra Dax and Julian Bashir have been planing their upcoming nuptials in spite of the attempts by many in Star fleet Command to force Julian to quietly resign his commission. E.) Work. Promoted to the rank of Commander and appointed as the Federation Ambassador to the Klingon Empire. Work has become deeply involved in Klingon power politics in the Klingon High Council almost the second he was appointed as the new Federation Ambassador to the Klingon Empire.1.) Alexander Rothko. Now a Lieutenant onboard a Klingon Bred class Bird of Prey, Alexander has found his niche in the Klingon Defense Forces as an excellent Operations Officer. Lt. Rothko's ability to logically deduct problems and find solutions has greatly impressed his commanders where his lack of combat abilities had left them wanting.2.) Jeremy Aster. Jeremy Aster, Work's adopted son, has entered Star fleet and attempting to follow in his mother's and adopted fathers footsteps. But unlike their career path, Ensign Aster has chosen to follow his own path as a Sciences Officer. Ens. Aster has been assigned for his first tour of duty to scientific mission to explore the Dyson Sphere (Dyson Base). F.) Quark. Quark remains as the proprietor and owner of "Quark's Bar" still operates as he always has. The only real changes that has occurred has been that he has been able to use his position as the head of the Promenade Merchant's Association to his advantage and gain an official voice in how the operations of the station is carried out. G.) Rom. The new Grand Vagus has caused a major societal, cultural, and economical upheavals in the Fearing Alliance that has caused many reactionaries to rally against him and his reforms. Star fleet Intelligence fears a corporate shadow war for control of the Fearing Alliance that will be the forerunner of a long, and drawn out civil war against the hardliners and the reformers. H.) Do. While Do did return and heal the "Great Link" he was unable to convince the entire 'Great Link' to stop its attacks against the 'solids' and change their ways. Do and many other Founders have been cast out of the 'Great Link' along with many Aorta and Jem'Hider who have chosen to follow their ideals. The 'Great Link' has dubbed Do as the 'Dark God' and his followers 'the Fallen' and ordered that the Jem'Hider kill everyone that Do and 'the Fallen' have touched and influenced. This single order has turned the once powerful Dominion against itself and begun a bloody civil war of major proportions where entire planets and races have been wiped out of existence. I.) Miles O'Brien. OCS, and become a Commissioned Officer. Promoted to the rank of full Lieutenant due to his experience and ability, Lt. O'Brien was one of the first new instructors at the rebuilt San Francisco facilities of Star fleet Academy: Terra. Lt. O'Brien's lectures and classes have become known for his no nonsense and hands on style of teaching his students, and become known as one of the most popular classes on campus. J.) Not. Not was promoted to Lieutenant, Junior Grade by Fleet Captain Sicko prior to his difference. Lt, jg. Not has assumed the duties vacated by O'Bran as Deep Space Nine's Chief of Operations, but this position is precarious at best since Captain Haggard has expressed his desire that each of his department heads be of the rank of Lieutenant Commander or higher. The fact that Not has impressed Captain Haggard with his ability to acquire necessary items for Station operation has assured him a most valued place on the station no matter what Haggard decides to do (Colonel Kira has stated that she heard Haggard mutter something to the effect that he "had a soft spot for that damned canny little Fearing...").7.) Chancellor Mar tog's attempts to reform the Klingon Empire have come up against stern opposition in the Klingon High Council, but have been well received and supported by the populace and the Klingon Emperor. This division between members of the Klingon High Council has caused much strife and friction that has caused many more problems than meets the eye. A.) Chancellor Mar tog has created a new Klingon House for his close friend and ally the House of Work. The new House of Work has much political, economic, and social power that has granted Work one of the most powerful seats on the Klingon High Council since it has created such a powerful political voting block with the assistance of several other Klingon Houses that had recently suffered severely under the reign of Chancellor Gordon. B.) The return of the Drugs sisters, who somehow survived the destruction of their Bred class Bird of Prey at the hands of then Commander River, to the Klingon High Council much to the displeasure of both Chancellor Mar tog and Ambassador Work. The return of the House of Drugs has brought about many more problems for Mar tog's reforms since the Drugs sisters have publicly supported many of the reforms (such as the expectancy of females as equals to males in Klingon inheritance laws, and public service), while standing in the way of many others of Mar tog's reforms. C.) With the Klingon Empire's rapidly deteriorating state of affairs, many of the subject races have decided to take advantage of the losses suffered at the hands of the Dominion by the Klingon Defense Forces.8.) Relations with the Roman Star Empire have greatly improved with the official end of the Dominion War since a more moderate Creator has assumed the leadership of the Star Empire in the aftermath of the 2380 coup... The attempts as Vulcan Roman Unification have failed, but they have sparked an interest in a 'reunion' as it where cultural exchanges have been supported by the Creator and those families that have formed his governing coalition in the Roman Senate. A.) The Tail Shear was crippled by the joint efforts with the Obsidian Order to wipe out the Founders supposed home world, and has had to evolve into an intelligence gathering and counterintelligence agency at the expense of its secret police duties. B.) Roman expat riots who have settled in the United Federation of Planets have been allowed to reestablish communications with their relatives who remained in the Roman Star Empire. C.) A stately older Roman Senator and a Dominion War Hero begin working together to create a more open interpretation of the Way of D'era that is meant to elevate other races to the same level as the Romans themselves.9.) The reconstruction of the Circassian Union continues with the Federation bearing the bulk of the Bourbon since neither the Romans nor the Klingons have the resources to spare at this time. A.) GARAF. GARAF has started to rebuild the Circassian Government as it was originally meant to be, and become the major power behind the throne as it where. He has elevated the GUL who ordered his ship to fire against the Dominion forces during the crucial battle that allowed the Alliance forces to break the Dominion Line and rush to the aide of Carnassial Prime.10.) Major is not, and probably will never be, a member of the United Federation of Planets. For several reasons, they are not limited to those that follow;A.) The new Kai has passed an edict that all Bajans in Star fleet are to return to Major to become the crew of the first Bjorn built warp drive starship. Those Bajans that fail to, or refuse to, return to Major are excoriated form Major for the rest of their lives, and if they are to break this and return they face the penalty of death for their violation of the Kai's edict. B.) Many Bajans see joining the Federation as trading one oppressor for another, and they fear that becoming part of the Federation will slow the economic growth they have enjoyed since the Circassian Occupation was lifted, and the discovery of the Wormhole has brought about. C.) A lot of Bajans see the effects from the aftermath of the Dominion War, and the "Emissary of the Prophets" being called to reside in the Celestial Temple as a sign that the Bjorn people must step out on their own and prosper instead of being forced to rely on the aide of outsiders. These Bajans state that when the Emissary returns, and tells them that it is the will of the Prophets that Major join the Federation then, and only then, will they support such a movement.11.) There are several dissident Vulcan colonies throughout the Frontier's of the Federation where Vulcan's have embraced their emotional natures instead of pretending that they don't possess them (or suppressing them). These colonies have embraced some of the pre Surat aspects of Vulcan culture. A.) One of these colonies has become the home of a large population of expatriate Romans who have merged with the Vulcan's to create an entirely new culture that has taken the best aspects of both Vulcan and Roman culture and evolved into an entirely new one.12.) The United Earth Republic. Please note that Terra (the Earth) is not a single unified republic, but a federal republic where each of the individual member states still retain much of their sovereignty (primarily their rights to build and maintain colonies and military forces). Each member state has unified under a 'federal' government to act as a single voice to speak on the behalf of the Earth as a whole in a manner very much similar to that of the United Federation of Planets (in fact many observers form other races have stated that Earth has become a microcosm of the Federation itself). A.) The Capitol of Terra is located in Geneva, Switzerland. While each state and colony maintains 'Federal Houses' that are where the day-to-day government business is carried out located usually near each capitol and/or major population centers. B.) Each of the states on Terra (Earth) have kept and maintained small armed forces that have kept the traditions and histories of their respective military achievements alive and well. These armed forces are organized to operate together under the control of the Terran Defense Forces (that is in turn controlled by the Confederate Security Council). All warfare between member states has been outlawed since the formation of the Unified Earth Republic, disputes between member states is carried out through long-drawn-out judicial hearings and settlements. C.) Some of the major Terran States are; the United States of North America, the European Hegemony (a coalition of the European states dominated by the Ninth Republic of France, the United Kingdom of the British Isles, and the Federal Republic of Germany), the Union of Sovereign Northern Republics, the Scandinavian Bloc, the Commonwealth of Azania, the United Arabic Republics, the United Republics of India, the Federal Republic of Australia, the Imperial Republic of Japan, the Imperial Republic of Manchuria, and the Republic of Argentina.13.) There are an unlimited number of Parallel Universes that exist that are on par with the Mirror Universe (and I should note that mine is one of these since the Canon Star Trek Universe exists as does each of your own Trek Campaigns). A few of them are as follows since they have been 'visited' by my campaign. A.) The Borg, Part Two. Even though the Enterprise D defeated the Borg with the aide of Captain Picard, they could not rescue the captain of the flagship of the Federation. Captain William T. River promotion and assignment as the commanding officer of the Flagship of the Federation was confirmed by Star fleet Command and the Federation Council. Captain River now commands the Enterprise E (a Sovereign class), after the Enterprise D was destroyed during the Dr. Morin Debacle. B.) The Mirror Universe, II. Spock did not replace Kirk, thus the Terran Empire never fell due to it becoming too weak to stand against its enemies. But Mirror Kirk became obsessed with conquering the Universe he had glimpsed, and was able to get enough of the Imperial Star fleet High Command to follow his lead. This parallel is for a TOS Movie Era Campaign.14.) Star fleet Battles. Some of the Races form Task Force Games "Star fleet Battles" exist in my Star Trek Campaign. A.) Kristi. Kin Space is divided as follows; Kin Patarichary (4 core systems, and 8 old colony systems). Kin Protectorate (24 systems that had been surrendered to the Federation after the 4th Man Kin war in 2263, admitted into the Federation as member in 2335). B.) Lyrics. A new threat race that will be using the aftermath of the Dominion War to further their own agenda. An off shoot of the Kin much like the Haitians, the Aryans have.) Hydrants. Another new threat race that will be using the aftermath of the Dominion War to further their own agenda. D.) Syrians. In Star fleet Battles, these guys helped found the Federation. But in my setting, the Syrians are one of the first races to be invited to join the UFP, and is the location of one of the most prestigious of the Star fleet Engineering Academies. E.) The Klingon Subject Races. The subject races of the Klingon Empire form "Star fleet Battles" exist in my Campaign as do several races of my own design.15.) Captain James T. Kirk did not die at Meridian III, a nexus clone was the one that had fallen to its death instead. The Real James T. Kirk emerged form the Nexus several days after the crew of the Enterprise D was rescued. Six weeks later the Star fleet Corps of Engineers Salvage Teams found Captain Kirk living in the remains of the Enterprise D and brought him back to Earth where he was hailed as a galactic hero.16.) The New Frontier Novels. While I like many of the concepts of the New Frontier, and love Peter David's writing... New Frontier has left me with a bad taste in my mouth... Here are the changes I have done. A.) Captain Machine Calhoun is a Human male, who is from a failed colony (it failed because it was occupied by the Danger). B.) There IS NO GREAT BIRD OF THE GALAXY, nor is Morgan Lefter an Immortal. C.) The Theologian Alliance (né Empire) under Chancellor You is trying to reassured control on the remains of the territories of the former Theologian Empire. Basically, how most post revolutionary governments have acted. The United Federation of Planets:Human (Earth / United Earth Republic) United Earth Defense ForcesAndorian (Ardor / Andorran Empire) Andorran Imperial Guard Vulcan (Vulcan / Vulcan Confederacy) Vulcan High Command Alpha Centaur an (Alpha Centauri / Star Kingdom of Alpha Centauri)Tellurite (Stellar / TellariteCygnan (Cygnus /Rebellion (Rigel /Haitian (Wait /Behavior (Beta zed / Metazoan Royal Houses) Metazoan Home Guard Trill (Trill Home world /) Trill Private Servicewoman (Belarus IX / Eolian Alliance)Delta (Delta IV / Delta Union)Graze rite (GrazerKasheeta (KashetAriolo (Arnold HomeworldEfrosian (EfrosMedusan (Medusa HomeworldRhaandarite (RhaandaranZaranite (Zara IIBetelgeusian (Betelgeuse IITiburonian (TiburonDenobulan (DenobulaRisian (Rise / Frisian Felony)Breton (Proletarian (Mining (Main (Asturian (The Botch ok Planetary Congress (aka the Orion Colonies)Blue Orion (Botch ok)Green Orion (Botch ok)Yellow Orion (Botch ok)The Theologian Alliance (formerly the Theologian Empire)Apollonian (Hollow)The Atari EmpireDantari ()The Imperial Klingon Duchies (formerly the Klingon Empire)Klingon (To’NS)Dunbar ()Cnidarian ()Utilitarian ()Coming ()Coolie ()Radar ()Bargain ()Vegetarian (Veg aria)The Lyman Star EmpireLyran ()The Born HegemonyGorn ()The Roman Star EmpireRomulan (Romulus)Remain (Remus)The Fearing AllianceFerengi (Marginal)The Bahrain RepublicBajor (Bahrain)The Been ConfederacyBreen ()The Dominion The Founders (unknown)Aorta (unknown)Jem’Hadar (unknown)Karma (Karma)Dose (unknown)T-Comoran (unknown)Lateran (Madera Prime)The Son’son’tarmac (unknown)Elnora (unknown)The Circassian UnionCardassian (Carnassial Prime)The Tzenkethi CoalitionTzenkethi ()The Holman AssemblyTholian ()The Borg Collective The major Klingon subject races include:Bunkers: A relatively passive and accepting race who hold a position just shy of their Klingon superiors, some serving as officers. Slidarians: A race of huge ape/bear beings who excel at ground and hand-to-hand combat. It is notable that the Cnidarian home world was never conquered by the Klingons, who, after their attempts at classification, co opted and absorbed them. Hilidarians: Bipedal (though cable of quadrupedal movement) lizards, they were the backbone of the Klingon ground forces prior to the rise of the Cnidarians. The resulting rivalry was severe enough that normally the two races do not serve together. Cromargs: The dwarf like survivors of a world devastated by nuclear war, the Remarks are excellent engineers. Zoolies: Literally four eyed, Coolies are equally capable of operating in bright sunlight and dim starlight. Coolies make up the backbone of Klingon recon units. Vudar: A lizard like race from near the galactic edge, their space is saturated by dangerous ionic radiation. Because of the hazards and difficulties of non Radar living in the area, they were given certain always allowing them to self govern. This would come back to haunt the Klingons as the Radar would make a bid for independence at the height of the General War. Bargantines: Looking superficially like shorter Klingons, the Argentines are adamant that they are related and seek to become more like their 'cousins.' Unfortunately, the Argentines are utterly inept as a species to be warriors as that they tend to be timid, easily spooked, and rather small. On the other hand, they are superior farmers and Argentines are the leading agriculturists on most Klingon worlds. Besides, the Argentine's attempts at organizing military units provides amusement for the Klingons themselves. Vegarians: Spider like insects, the Vegetarians were the first former Old Kings subjects contacted and absorbed by the Klingons. Unfortunately, the Vegetarians felt that they should have an equal status with them, and eventually rebelled against the Empire. The Klingons were able to quickly put down the rebellion and bombarded Veg aria back to the Stone Age. Vegetarians were allowed to leave their world for over a century, but were brought back at the height of the General War to act as shock troops. This is the format for detailed character profile for our game... Don't be scared that it's very detailed, you don't need to fill in all of this to start. There is a lot of room to add (or subtract after letting everyone know you're removing something from your character's history) things as the game advances, and you get more and more history for your character worked out.Lt;rankest; Lt;first name; 'Lt;nickname;' Lt;surname;, Lt;Command/Flight Control archetype; Lt;rankest; Lt;first name; 'Lt;nickname;' Lt;surname;, Lt;Operations/Engineering/Security archetype; Lt;rankest; Lt;first name; 'Lt;nickname;' Lt;surname;, Lt;Sciences/Medical archetype; Lt;rankest; Lt;first name; 'Lt;nickname;' Lt;surname;, Lt;Marine archetype; Lt;first name; 'Lt;nickname;' Lt;surname;, Host of the Ship's Lounge​Personal Information:Real Name: '' Rank/Title: other Aliases: "." Occupation: affiliations: legal Status: Citizen of with Criminal Record (currently wanted for questioning by local/state/federal/international legal authorities, currently a minor, past criminal record was pardoned). Place of Birth:, ,, ,, Marital Status: single, engaged, married, separated, divorced, widowed, widower Known Relatives: '', profession (husband, age); '', profession (wife, age); '', profession (fiancée, age); '', profession (son, age); '', profession (daughter, age); '', profession (father, age); '', profession (mother, age); '', profession (sister, age); '', profession (brother, age); '', profession (maternal grandfather, age); '', profession (maternal grandmother, age); '', profession (paternal grandfather, age); '', profession (paternal grandmother, age). Extent of Education: Star fleet Academy (Class of <>)Religion: d (practicing/semi-practicing/non-practicing)Background Information:Early Life(00yrs): d (0000-0000). Academy Life(3 or 4yrs): d (0000-0000). Cadet Cruise: USS d (d-class), d (0000). First Tour(0yrs): USS d (d-class), d (0000-0000).Lt;advanced training program;:Lt;advanced training program;:Second Tour(0yrs): USS d (d-class), d (0000-0000).Lt;advanced training program;:Lt;advanced training program;:Third Tour(0yrs): USS d (d-class), d (0000-0000).Lt;advanced training program;:Lt;advanced training program;:Fourth Tour(0yrs): USS d (d-class), d (0000-0000).Lt;advanced training program;:Lt;advanced training program;:Fifth Tour(0yrs): USS d (d-class), d (0000-0000).Lt;advanced training program;:Lt;advanced training program;:Sixth Tour(0yrs): USS d (d-class), d (0000-0000).Lt;advanced training program;:Lt;advanced training program;:Medals, Ribbons, Decorations, Awards camp; Qualification Badges:Physical Information:Species: gender: asexual Orientation: heterosexual/bi-curious/bisexual/homosexual Age: 00 (day-month-year)Height: 0' 00" (00x-00-00)Weight: 000lbs. Hair Color: eye Color: physical Appearance: '' is a looking adult in excellent physical condition for an age, height and build who engages in regular exercise on a basis. Distinguishing Physical Characteristics: Normal Attire: Personal Living Quarters: Quote(s): "."".""." Dress Uniform (left) Formal Mess Dress Uniform (right) Class-B informal duty uniform (left), Class-A formal duty uniform (right) Class-C casual duty uniform (left), Class-D leisure uniform (right) Combat utilities uniform (left), combat body armor (right) operations utility vest (upper left), senior officer duty vest (upper right) & standard duty vest (bottom) field jacket (left), overcoat (right) shorts Kant variant Class-A duty uniform (left), skirt Kant variant Class-A duty uniform (right) one-piece Kant variant Class-A duty uniform (left), one-piece dress Kant variant Class-A duty uniform (right) one-piece jumpsuit Class-A duty uniform (left), one-piece resistant Class-A duty uniform (right) utility work jumpsuit (left), casual duty jumpsuit (right)normally wears the Class-A formal duty uniform that consists of a black duty jacket w/quilted gray shoulders, a black duty vest w/quilted gray shoulders, a <> long-sleeved duty shirt, a set of underwear (), a pair of black trousers w/ piping, a pair of black socks, a pair of black duty boots, normally wears the Class-B informal duty uniform that consists of a black duty jacket w/quilted gray shoulders, a black duty vest w/quilted gray shoulders, a <> long-sleeved duty shirt, a set of underwear (), a pair of black trousers w/ piping & cargo pockets, a pair of black socks, a pair of black duty boots, normally wears the Class-C casual duty uniform that consists of a black casual duty pull-over w/quilted gray shoulders, a <> long-sleeved duty shirt, a set of underwear (), a pair of black trousers w/ piping & cargo pockets, a pair of black socks, a pair of black duty boots, normally wears Class-D leisure uniform that consists of a black leisure jacket w/quilted gray shoulders, a <> long-sleeved duty shirt, a set of underwear (tee-shirt, boxer-briefs), a pair of black trousers w/ piping & cargo pockets, a pair of black socks, a pair of black duty boots, normally wears the female variant of the Class-A formal duty uniform that consist of a black duty jacket w/quilted gray shoulders, a <> long-sleeve duty shirt, a set of underwear (a tee-shirt, a bra, a thong), a black duty skirt w/command red piping, a pair of nude stockings, a pair of black knee-high duty boots, normally wears the female variant of the Class-B informal duty uniform that consist of a black duty jacket w/quilted gray shoulders, a <> long-sleeve duty shirt, a set of underwear (a tee-shirt, a bra, a thong), a black duty skirt w/command red piping, a pair of nude stockings, a pair of black knee-high duty boots, normally wears the female medical & sciences variant of the Class-A formal duty uniform that consist of a white duty jacket w/quilted gray shoulders, a white duty vest w/quilted gray shoulders, sciences teal blue long-sleeved duty shirt, a set of underwear (teal blue tee-shirt, teal blue bra, a teal blue thong), a white duty skirt w/sciences teal blue piping, a pair of white stockings, a pair of white knee-high duty boots, a teal blue lab coat, normally wears the medical & sciences variant of the Class-A formal duty uniform that consist of a white duty jacket w/quilted gray shoulders, a white duty vest w/quilted gray shoulders, sciences teal blue long-sleeved duty shirt, a set of underwear (), a white duty trousers w/sciences teal blue piping, a pair of white stockings, a pair of white knee-high duty boots, a teal blue lab coat, normally wears the Kant variant of the Class-A formal duty uniform that consists of a black duty jacket w/quilted gray shoulders or a black duty vest w/quilted gray shoulders, a short-sleeve undershirt, a set of underwear (), a pair of black duty shorts w/<> piping, a pair of black socks or nude stockings, a pair of ankle-high or knee-high duty boots, normally wears the female Kant variant of the Class-A formal duty uniform that consists of a black duty jacket w/quilted gray shoulders or a black duty vest w/quilted gray shoulders, a short-sleeve undershirt, a set of underwear (), a black skirt w/<> piping, a pair of nude stockings, a pair of knee-high duty boots, normally wears the Kant variant of the Class-B informal duty uniform that consists of a black duty jacket w/quilted gray shoulders or a black duty vest w/quilted gray shoulders, a short-sleeve undershirt, a set of underwear (), a pair of black duty shorts w/<> piping & cargo pockets, a pair of black socks or nude stockings, a pair of ankle-high or knee-high duty boots, Officers & Senior Enlisted: a black boat cloak w/quilted gray shoulders & lining, Flag Officers: a black boat cloak w/quilted gray shoulders & lining & gold trim, a black duty jacket w/quilted gray shoulders or a black duty vest w/quilted gray shoulders, a short-sleeve duty shirt, a set of underwear (), a pair of black duty shorts w/<> piping, a pair of black socks or nude stockings, a pair of ankle-high or knee-high duty boots, a black duty jacket w/quilted gray shoulders or a black duty vest w/quilted gray shoulders, a short-sleeve duty shirt, a set of underwear (), a pair of black duty shorts w/<> piping & cargo pockets, a pair of black socks or nude stockings, a pair of ankle-high or knee-high duty boots, a black duty jacket w/quilted gray shoulders or a black duty vest w/quilted gray shoulders, a short-sleeve duty shirt, a set of underwear (), a black skirt w/<> piping, a pair of nude stockings, a pair of knee-high duty boots, cold temperate away team uniform scarf, a black field jacket w/a gray quilted shoulders & cuffs, a pair of gray gloves, a black fur cap w/UFP logo & black visor, cool temperate away team uniform scarf, a black excursion jacket w/a gray quilted shoulders & cuffs, a pair of gray gloves, a black fur cap w/UFP logo & black visor, a black overcoat w/a gray quilted shoulder, Enlisted Ratings Formal Mess Dress: a white dress jacket w/quilted gray shoulders, a <> long-sleeve duty shirt, a set of underwear (), a pair of black dress trousers w/<> piping, a pair of black dress socks, a pair of black dress shoes, Enlisted Ratings Informal Dress: a <> dress jacket w/quilted gray shoulders, a <> long-sleeve duty shirt, a set of underwear (), a pair of black dress trousers w/<> piping, a pair of black dress socks, a pair of black dress shoes, Enlisted Ratings Class-A Formal Duty: a black pull-over w/quilted gray shoulders & piping, a <> long-sleeve duty shirt, a set of underwear (), a pair of black trousers w/ piping, a pair of black socks, a pair of duty boots, Enlisted Ratings Class-B Informal Duty: a black jacket w/quilted gray shoulders, a <> long-sleeve duty shirt, a set of underwear (), a pair of black duty trousers w/<> piping & cargo pockets, a pair of black socks, a pair of duty boots, femalea set of underwear (a red tee-shirt, a red bra, a red thong), a set of underwear (a yellow mustard tee-shirt, a yellow mustard bra, a yellow mustard thong), a set of underwear (a teal blue tee-shirt, a teal blue bra, a teal blue thong), a set of underwear (a green tee-shirt, a black bra, a black thong), a set of underwear (dark blue tee-shirt, a dark blue bra, a dark blue thong), a set of underwear (a <> bra, a pair of <> boy shorts), malea set of underwear (a <> tee-shirt, a pair of <> boxer briefs), formal mess dress uniform that consists of a white dress jacket w/quilted light gray shoulders, a white or light gray undershirt, a set of underwear, a pair of black dress trousers w/ piping, a pair of black dress socks, a pair of black dress shoes, informal dress uniform that consists of a dress jacket w/dark gray shoulders, an undershirt, a set of underwear (), a pair of black dress trousers w/ piping, a pair of black dress socks, a pair of black dress shoes, Federation Star fleet Department & Divisional Colors Berry Red (Command & Flight Control)Mustard Gold (Operations, Engineering & Security)Teal Blue (Medical & Sciences)Green (Star fleet Marine Corps)Violet (Ambassadorial Corps)Black (Star fleet Intelligence)White (Civilian Science Specialists)Lavender (Civilian Services Specialists)Blue ()Cream/Tan ()Federation Merchant Marine Department & Divisional Colors Lime Green (Command)Orange (Purser / Quartermaster)Brown (Operations)(Sciences & Medical) LCDR Rates of Seth Iran (Justin Hartley), Security Chief: adult Andorran male. Player:ArmphidPlace of Birth:USS Eagle-B, United Federation of Planets Age:27 (21 March 2353 – adjusted to Federation Standard)Species:AndorianGender:Male Sexual Orientation:Bisexual Height:6' 3"Weight:200lbs. Hair Color:Platinum White Eye Color:Violet Physical Appearance:LCDR Rates is an attractive looking adult Andorran male with Cobalt Blue skin in excellent physical condition for a male his age, height and build who engages in moderate regular exercise on a daily basis. Distinguishing Physical Characteristics:LCDR Rates has a number of scars from old fights on his torso and arms. Other than the top of his head, his body is hairless thanks to a coolant accident during his Cadet Cruise. Normal Attire:LCDR Rates normally wears the Class-B informal duty uniform that consists of a black duty jacket w/quilted gray shoulders, a black duty vest w/quilted gray shoulders, a mustard gold long-sleeved duty shirt, a set of underwear (a red tee shirt and a pair of boxers), a pair of black trousers w/mustard gold piping & cargo pockets, a pair of black socks, a pair of black duty boots, and an Andorianhrisal(a lightly curved short sword). Cathryn Elisabeth Pearson Personal Information: Real Name: Cathryn Elisabeth 'Cat' Pearson First Executive Officer Race:: Human/Terran Rank/Title: Federation Star fleet Commander (CDR)Other Aliases: none Occupation: Star fleet Command Officer (formerly Security & Tactical Officer)Affiliations: Federation Star fleet, United Federation of Planets, United Earth Republic, Commonwealth of Canada. Legal Status: Citizen of United Federation of Planets with No Criminal Record (Citizen of the United Earth Republic, Citizen of the Commonwealth of Canada). Place of Birth:Thorn hill, Ontario, Commonwealth of Canada, North American Alliance, United Earth Republic, United Federation of Planets. Marital Status: Single Known Relatives:Stephen Michael Pearson, profession: student (son, age 13);Jake Pearson SR, profession: teacher (father, deceased);Emily Marie Carlson, profession: teacher (mother, deceased);Jake Pearson JR, profession: retired (brother, deceased). Also considers Val’RI Speak (née Raleigh) her sister. The two became closer after their time jump and are and have remained close even though Val’RI retired from Star fleet in 2375 near the end of the Dominion war to become wife and concubine of the Master and Commander of the OWNS Pariah, and in Orion society are considered sisters. Extent of Education: University of Toronto (Class of 2280)Star fleet Academy (Class of 2284)Religion: Pagan (practicing/semi-practicing)Background Information:Early Life (16 yrs):Normal Upbringing (2263-2280). Cathryn Elisabeth Pearson was born in Thorn hill, Ontario, the Commonwealth of Canada on 21 October 2263. She grew up in the Yong-Eglington area of the City of Toronto and went to public schools. At the Age of 12 she completed her primary studies and continued her studies at the University of Toronto, where she received dual undergraduate degrees in history before entering Star fleet Academy at Age 16. Cathryn is the oldest of 7 brothers and sisters. Her parents were 17 when she was born, but continued their studies and became teachers before marrying at the age of 27 when Cathryn was ten years old. Academy Life (4yrs) : Memory Alpha Detached Duty (2280-2284). She entered Star fleet Academy in San Francisco, on Terra in 2280 and graduated the services division in the class of 2284. Found to be an example of the Disciplined Defender personality archetype. Cadet Cruise: USS Enterprise (Constitution Class, Enterprise-subclass heavy cruiser), Courier Mission (2284).MID Pearson was assigned as a quartermaster (billeting and supply officer) officer onboard the USS-Enterprise for her cadet cruiser. Said cruise although supposed to be a Courier Mission ended with the cadets of the crew entering actual battle conditions when engaging and defeating Khan Quinine Singh. First Tour (4yrs) : USS Arcturus (Constitution-class, Nikolai-subclass heavy cruiser), Deep Space Exploration (2285-2288), Courier Duty (2368).ENS Pearson was promoted to the rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade in 2287. She was not at first very well-informed about the personal requirements of certain Federation member species; and more than once placed incompatible races in the same quarters. But she greatly improved over the years, in most part due to the instruction of fellow officer Val’RI Raleigh. In October 2288 said ship was to travel back to 1967 and further study Gary7 however something went wrong during the time jump and the crew ended up in 2367 instead. Retrained in Sciences as Historian and reassigned back to Arcturus for a post-retraining shakedown cruise. On 3 February 2368 Cathryn was blessed with the birth of her son, Stephen Michael Pearson. She has always been closed-mouth about the identity of the boy’s father, who was left behind in the past when the Arcturus made its ill-fated time jump into the past that became a jump 79 years into its own future. Second Tour (3yrs) : USS Arcturus-A (Arcturus-class explorer), Uncharted Space Exploration (2369-2370). Bridge Officer Training: 2369Reassigned to new Arcturus-class USS Arcturus-A (NCC-1807-A) as ship’s historian with son Stephen Michael. Third Tour (3yrs) : USS Park (Galaxy-class explorer), Hostile Frontier Defense; Gamma Quadrant Exploration (2370-2373). Advanced Tactical Training: Academy Annex onboard USS Park, 2371-2372She was requested as historian and quartermaster during Arcturus’ stopover at Deep Space Nine and was assigned as ship’s quartermaster and historian to Galaxy-class USS Park (NCC-72075). Stephen was on board with her during this tour. While on board the USS Park she took classes at the Academy Annex to retrain as a tactical and security specialist after a realization that she was truthfully not suited for the services and sciences divisions in Star fleet. In 2371 LTJG Cathryn Pearson was promoted to the rank of Lieutenant. Fourth Tour (3yrs) : USS Besiege (Leviathan-class warship), Dominion War (2373-2375). Branch Officer Training: continuous while on board USS Besiege Chief Tactical Officer 2374,Chief of Security, Chief Tactical Officer 2375On-the-Front (Dominion War): 2373-2375In late 2372 when volunteers were being requested for the Federation's Leviathan Project she answered the call. What she doesn’t know is that she was specifically requested for the assignment by the original Captain of the USS Besiege, Val’RI Raleigh. Once accepted for the Leviathan Project she was assigned to the Leviathan-class USS Besiege (NCC-74326) as tactical officer and became chief Tactical Officer when the Chief of Security/Chief Tactical Officer was promoted to First Officer in 2374. She served in a tactical position through the entire Dominion War. During the war the Besiege took part in the mission that assisted the USS Defiant (NCC-74205) and the USS Enterprise (NCC-1701-E) during the liberation of the planet Beta zed from the Dominion in 2375. The USS Besiege saw action in almost every campaign during the Dominion War. In 2375 Cathryn Pearson was promoted to the rank of Lieutenant Commander shortly after the Besiege had escorted the renegade Defiant-class USS Corsair back to the Sol system, and her assignment as the 'minder' of vessel's commander Lieutenant Commander Constantine Harmonies. She remained friends with Harmonies since this assignment. During the Battle of Carnassial, the final campaign of the war, Cathryn was severely injured when the primary tactical station exploded causing severe damage to the left side of her face. She remained in stasis for the trip back to Earth and transfer to Star fleet Medical. During this tour Stephen spent his time in a boarding school on Earth, near San Francisco and spent his breaks with 'Aunt' Val'RI Raleigh. After she left Earth, he spent his time at the Speak family estates in the Netherlands. Between Tours: Star fleet Medical 2376Spent all of 2376 on Earth at Star fleet Medical and at the San Francisco apartment of friend Val’RI Raleigh-Spaak. Injured in the battle of Carnassial, she suffered severe burns to the left side of her face and the loss of her left eye. The damage to her face was repaired, and the eye replaced with a cybernetic implant. To disguise the implant, and it’s bluish eye coloring, she wears a brown colored contact lens over it so it matches her right eye. Once settled in the apartment Stephen remained with her there when not in school. Fifth Tour (3yrs) : USS Besiege (Leviathan-class warship), Convoy Duty (2377-2380). Command School: 2377-2378She returned to the Besiege in 2377, adding the role of Second Executive Officer to her title of Tactical Officer and Chief of Security. Stephen continued in boarding school on Earth and his summers with the Speak family. Sixth Tour: USS Independence (Sovereign-class heavy deterrence explorer), (2380-Pres.) In 2380, she was promoted to the rank of Commander and transferred to the Sovereign-class USS Independence (NCC-1776-C) as the new First Executive Officer. She is on board the ship with her 13-year-old son, Stephen Michael. Stephen has black hair and brown eyes. Medals, Ribbons, Decorations, Awards camp; Qualification Badges:Purple Heart (for injuries sustained during the Battle of Carnassial)Dominion War Service Numerous campaign ribbons for various Dominion War Campaigns Physical Information: Species: Human Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: heterosexual Age: Physically 38 / Chronologically 117 (21 October 2263) Height: 5' 6” (34C-24-34)Weight: 130lbs. Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Brown Physical Appearance: CDR Cathryn Elisabeth 'Cat' Pearson is an attractive looking adult Human Caucasian female in excellent physical condition for a woman her age, height and built who engages in moderate regular exercise on a daily basis. Distinguishing Physical Characteristics: CDR Cathryn Elisabeth 'Cat' Pearson has an artificial left eye. Cathryn has two piercings in each earlobe. Normal Attire: CDR Cathryn Elisabeth 'Cat' Pearson normally wears the Class-B informal duty uniform that consists of a black duty jacket w/quilted gray shoulders, a black duty vest w/quilted gray shoulders, a red long-sleeved duty shirt, a set of underwear (pink bra, pink thong), a pair of black trousers w/red piping & cargo pockets, a pair of black socks, a pair of black duty boots, Personal Living Quarters: CDR Cathryn Elisabeth 'Cat' Pearson has few personal effects and her quarters are rather sparse. Her son has his own room in her quarters and his few personal effects decorate his personal space. So fare we have players for the following positions:A Human female First Officer (photonic created)A Human male Second Officer (photonic created)An Andorran male Security Chief (photonic created)A Vulcan female Chief Engineer (photonic to be created)A Human female Chief Ship's Counselor (photonic created)A Human female Medical Officer (provided her own photonic). A question here. For our extended profile (which I want to get working on and up, at least the preliminary version) do you want us to run the ideas we have for it by you first? Just because I have some things I kind of want to put in that may be too over the top and I don't want to be a spotlight hog or a jerk, you know? Actually, make that two questions. I also wanted to know if you were combining the Security Chief and Tactical Officer positions like they did on TNG and Voyager. I would like that, since it would give me more to do and put me on the bridge, but I thought I should get clarification before I assumed. Aphid said: A question here. For our extended profile (which I want to get working on and up, at least the preliminary version) do you want us to run the ideas we have for it by you first? Just because I have some things I kind of want to put in that may be too over the top and I don't want to be a spotlight hog or a jerk, you know? Actually, make that two questions. I also wanted to know if you were combining the Security Chief and Tactical Officer positions like they did on TNG and Voyager. I would like that, since it would give me more to do and put me on the bridge, but I thought I should get clarification before I assumed. Click to expand... Since you understand the LUG Star Trek rules... That's what I use as a base outline for the character development for the profile. Just run things by me as we're creating characters, so I can get an idea (we're not using the famous characters in the background... IE You haven't saved their lives, nor are they your contacts). The the tactical officer answers to the security chief. So yes. The SC will be on the bridge. Ha HA! Bridge Officer, baby! One step closer to transferring to Command and getting a comfy chair of my own. I shall send you a PM then with some of the ideas I have so you can give them the thumbs up or down as appropriate. Thanks! It looks as if we will actually have webspace for a page dedicated to the Independence! So I was wanting to know if we want to start the SRP here on Lit, or wait a little bit and do the entire thing on the webpage NIL and I are creating... The Website is going to be a site that uses SMS2 and is a lot like the set-up on Colony69. Amphid has said that he knows a few others on Lit who might be wanting to join, so I'm asking everyone for their opinion on either or not we should start the game now, or wait another week while we get the site set up. I have been working on photonics of the crew, the Security chief photonic might be getting a lot better since I've gotten a new program that I want to try out. For me personally, I'd rather do it here to keep it convenient, you know? Rather than have one more website to go to. I know that's an argument based largely on laziness though. So it's no problem if I get outvoted, it's just my personal preference. And yeah, I'll see what I can do about some others. Just checking in here since I have not yet made a post to this thread. (Though I am subscribed already)I have no preference for where we play. I can pass the word along to a few others who might want to play if we need more people still. Additional players are certainly welcome, Samantha. I just wanted to let everyone know that we have added White_Rabbit as our Chief Engineer, and I've opened up the Chief Flight Control Officer position for a player. . We have positions for the following positions:Chief Flight Control Officer Chief Operations Officer Chief Sciences Officer Marine Detachment Commandants if anyone knows people who'd like to play... These positions are open as well as assistant department heads. I can give data on that if anyone needs it. I second NaughtyinJax's statement. New players are definitely welcome! We'd be glad to have you aboard, Samantha. Hello everyone, we will be having the new website up hopefully over the weekend. If there are others who want to join up, please have them post here to let me us know so we can get them started on their characters. If needed I can post a list of all the shipboard positions onboard a sovereign-class starship (all 1000 of them) The Page is set up guys. NaughtyInJax and I have thrown in together for the website. And the current URL is this... might be changing it to something else. We may add a quicker way of reaching the page, but you can use this direct link. But please feel free to set up your character logins. LCDR Rates Iran LCDR T'Pay Rates, lookin' good! I had a question about the SMS thing. On sign up, should we use our character name for our username to avoid confusion? I'm just not sure how things will show up when posted and from what's up there now, we want the character name to be listed as the poster whenever we put something up there. I'm sorry if this is a dumb question, but I've never used a site like this before. Aphid said: Rates, lookin' good! I had a question about the SMS thing. On sign up, should we use our character name for our username to avoid confusion? I'm just not sure how things will show up when posted and from what's up there now, we want the character name to be listed as the poster whenever we put something up there. I'm sorry if this is a dumb question, but I've never used a site like this before. Click to expand... Actually, that's not a dumb question at all (reminds me of the old saying "There are no dumb questions, just you being dumb because of questions you never asked"). But you might want to create a different username than your character name, and then create your character (that way you can have more than one character)... I've been playing with the photonics and trying to make them better.... And will keep improving them as time goes by. And you'll be able to have your own character gallery. Also, I need some help in IDing a female model that I want to use for a photonic. I just don't know who she is so I can find a better picture to use of her. I will continue to ask my questions that I am embarrassed about here in the hopes that they will be useful to others. How does the joint post thing work? Since Rates should get introduced to everyone soonish. Is it all written by me at once after consultation with the other authors or does it bounce back and forth between them? I don't want to step on any toes since I don't know how this site works just yet. And will Rates be meeting both Los and the Captain at once or separately? I just want to get a clarification It bounces back and forth between the players. If you wish, wish Captain Kennedy can be added in, and you can meet the Captain, TO and Second Officer all at the same time. Actually it would probably work better that way. Sounds good to me! I'll get on it then. When I'm writing it...should I "save" it to bounce it to the next writer or "post" it? *is going to hit the "save" button until he hears otherwise* Aphid said: Sounds good to me! I'll get on it then. When I'm writing it...should I "save" it to bounce it to the next writer or "post" it? *is going to hit the "save" button until he hears otherwise* Click to expand... Yes. Hit the save button. It allows the others in the JP to work on it. Only hit 'post' when everyone is done writing. And you can communicate with each other with the following while you're working together in writing your post...>of course this won't be on the post when you're done. If possible, run your posts through a spell check program... or Captain Kennedy can by going in under edit and fix typos if everyone agrees to it. Just a little info for everyone... First Executive Officer is the official title for the First Officer (aka 'Number One') and the Second Executive Officer is the official title for the Second Officer (aka 'Number Two'). Hello everyone, When you get into your control panel, you will notice that at the top there will be a blue box that says 'saved entries'... and there should be something saying 'Joint Mission Posts' and you'll find a saved post that says 'Meeting the '... if there is a green dot beside it. It means that you have a new saved post and those who are making the post have saved something new and needs you to add to it. If you have any questions, NIL and I will help in any way we can. {"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} Here is a little bit of directions or signing in to the site... On the right side of the main screen you will find the login area with fields for username and password. And right under that is the following menu:Main* SIMM News* Site Credits* Contact Us*Join from there you will go to the Join the USS Independence terms of service page. And you'll see the terms of the game (basically that we're all adults, and that you have to be over the age of 18 to take part). Once you've hit theAgreelink you'll be taken to the actual join page. And you'll need to create a username and password. You can use your character name, but I suggest a different one, that way you can have more than one character. Once you have gotten to the bottom, hit submit. And once we get your application NIL or I will approval it, and you can get started on your first two posts. For this all you will need to do is login, and you'll be in your control panel. Then go down and to where you see this menu... Use these links to get started:Write a mission entry Start a joint postWrite a personal log Update your account information or change your password Update your character's biography Change your site options Change your personalized menu Then you can go up to where you see the blue box that says SAVED ENTRIES... this is where your saved posts are located. If there is a green dot beside it, it's a freshly saved post that you haven't made any modifications to yet. This is the format that I'm using (you don't have to... but it's something I use)""Part : 'Post Title' 2380, ,, if anyone has questions, don't hesitate to ask. We're here t have fun and that's what I'm trying to make sure happens! Not sure anyone else cares to use this, but I personally like it for personal logs. Makes them all Trek like. Here you can figure out the star date, and you can even decode a star date to a standard format date with it. Um.... Is my geek showing? That is an acceptable one to use, or you can use: also works the same. Any star date converter you have would be fine. To make sure it calculates Star dates as we wish them to appear just input this date: July 21, 2387 (any time of the day) If you come up with Star date 64551 or 64552 you're in business. The program does come with a Star date converter but the date of the SIM and the Star date isn't corresponding correctly. Hello everyone. I have a question for you all. Does everyone have an Internet Messenger? If so please send me your contact info so if you have or need someone to walk you through how to get signed in and create your characters on the website I or NIL can help you through each step. I have AIM (theprodgialson), HIM (natehale1971) and even though I don't ever really use it... MSN. But I have been thinking of making a new IM account just for the Indy. And if I do, I'll let everyone know about it. If you can't get hold of me, you can get hold of NIL on HIM with the screen name ferretconcertoAnd if you guys know anyone else who'd like to join the Indy... Please send them our way. We're getting off to a good start, and we've got some perfect writers here. And if we can keep up what we're doing, I think the Indy will be around for a very long time! I have another question. As far as solo posts in the SIMM or posts involving NPCs, do we need to show them to anyone or wait for approval before posting? Or are they submitted to the CO for approval before they get put up? I've written a fun little one for the Orientation Rates is giving the security staff, but I don't want to commit any faux pas. Just feel free to post it. The posts aren't moderated. Have fun. We had some difficulty with the site, if you tried to get on in the last ten minutes, it was down, but it appears to be back up now. We will still like to see more people, so if you are interested please stop by. Also, we finally have the ship's patch/logo completed:Indy patch I just want to apologize for my absence. I had a personal emergency this week that has kept me detained in the hospital. I have been out of touch with things, as well as being in the middle of a move into a new home. I'm posting today on the site and am I playing catch up. Again I apologize for how inconvenient this is for everyone. It's perfectly fine. Real life takes preference. Wow, very impressive setup.... Do you need any more crewmen? What would you like to play? We are still looking for Flight Control and Science....

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[4E] Grandpre Academy, Ace and Monique Infiltration (IC)

Happened previously....(From Post 132)As the door open, Ace and Monique sees the small room. They spot some crates and barrels in corners. As they were told, a ladder leading to the main floor can be spotted to the left. The trap leading there is open, and they can hear some people chatting on above from the hole. Directly in front of the door, they see a table with four chairs. On the table some cards are dealt for 3 players. They also can spot the players, all of them standing drawing short swords when they spot Ace. While they don't appear ready to jump on the sorcerer, they appear wary. The man in charge ask Monique,"Dammit Mark, you know the boss hate it when you bring some stranger here... who's this?" Spoiler Hide You guys post here, I'll post in the main thread what is known to them. Monique and Ace Map :Spoiler Hide G1 is the man speaking. The yellow square is where the trap is in the roof. Ace The Distant grins and removes his hat, bowing. Ace of Spades, at your service. I was on my way here to deliver Crammer's latest report, when I ran into Mark and his companion, who were on their way to the Film D'Or to get that same report. Mark's companion continued onto the Film D'Or to check that Crammer had nothing new to add, while Mark led me back here to deliver my report. Spoiler Hide Ace Bluff: (1d20+10)[26] (I think this is his bonus, not 100% sure). "He works for Crammer. Got a message for the boss, too. So, unless you want to keep him waiting...?"' Mark' makes an impatient gesture. DM The men relax a little with the explanation and return their sword to their scabbards." Hey don't pick on me Mark, I am just doing my job." The man closes the door behind Ace, and they start to return to their table to resume their card game. You guys move to the ladder and climb up. As you get up into the warehouse main room, you can see what Mark meet, it isn't really tappable. There are crates piled up everywhere and there is no real pattern. The place is completely open up to the 20 feet high roof and is bathed partially in daylight, coming from the slightly opened high windows, and by some torches placed here and there. While the there is no real darkness, you can only see the place partially, because of the way the crates are placed. As Monique gets up, a man close by talk to him,"Yer final back eh?" Seeing Ace come up, an edge of a small grin appear on the human face, and he speaks softly, a hint of malice in his voice,"What is this? Ya know ya shouldn't bring random people here. Maybe I should save ya some trouble and deal with this man myself." Two other men behind him discreetly drawing daggers. It is quite evident that this man doesn't like Mark at all and is thinking about doing trouble. You also spot a man leaning on his quarterstaff and a couples halflings playing with their slings on the crates looking at the scene, but they appear less aggressive toward you. Spoiler Hide I am going to assume you guys closed the secret passage as asked. Map : Spoiler Hide Ok, there area blacked are not in darkness, but you cannot see them from your position, I'll clear them when you can see them. The dark brown boxes (like F17) are crates pilled up to 5 feet high (require a DC 5 climb check to move onto) The light brown boxed (Like F15) are crates pilled 10 Feet high (require a DC 10 climb check - unless you are on a dark brown box, which is DC 5) HM are human wearing some chain mail and carry swords HW are humans with a quarterstaff HGM are humans with clubs and daggers HGB are humans with mace and daggers Has are halflings with slings What do you guys do? NOTE : Sofia should not be on the map, I' dragged her the by mistake. 'Mark' shoots a glare right back at the man." He'll fry you where you stand -- this guy works for Crammer and has a personal message for the boss. So, be my guest 'n cause a ruckus. I'm sure it'll make a nice show, and then your friends can explain why they delayed the message. That is, if he doesn't burn them up, too." Spoiler Hide Intimidate check (1d20+6)[20] Bluff check (1d20+14)[27] you can use either one that seems applicable. DM Monique words stop the two men from completely drawing their weapon. They look intimidated by the bard in disguise and hesitate. The man who spoke grin disappear, and he look nervously over his shoulder at his allies." Pff.....stupid prick. Boss, Mark is back.," he yells the last part to his right, toward the area where the office should be and step back and head east behind the crates grumbling, quickly followed by his two friends. You head in the direction the men yelled, loosing sight of some men, but also gaining sight for some others, to final see a man fitting Green description coming from a door leading in what appear to be some office. You can see part of a desk and some fire pit from the open window behind the man. The man himself is tall and thin, but still muscular. His blond hairs are half hidden by some green bandanna, and his blue eyes appear to shrink in irritation when he spot Ace presence and turn his gaze unto Monique." Damn it Mark, what did I tell about bringing strangers here?" Even though he appears pissed off, he stays calm and his eyes dart back onto Ace,"I HOPE for your sake and Mark's that your presence here is justified. Speak, why are you here?" The man tone leave little doubt that he would not hesitate to kill you both if the next explanation isn't convincing enough. To put some emphasis on this, he casually lay his hand on to pummel of his two swords, but doesn't draw them. Spoiler Hide Map : Spoiler Hide 'Mark' differs to Ace, allowing him to answer for himself and spin his version of the tale. Ace Ace grins and bows, removing his hat to reveal his red Distant bandana. He stands up and replaces the bowler. I am The Ace of Spades, a mage-for-hire in the employ of Crammer, and by extension yourself. I went to the Film D'Or to deliver my report, and Crammer forwarded me here. Mark and his companion were on their way there when they ran into me; Mark led me back here to tell you what I know, while [insert name here, Ace knows it, but I don't] went on to collect Crammer's full report. He smiles again, fingering a playing card that suddenly appeared in his hand. Where would you like me to deliver my report? I have a number of things to say about events in and around the city. Spoiler Hide Bluff: (1d20+10)[18] DM The man keep his gaze onto Ace for a few more seconds, then apparently relax a little. He still appears unhappy about the situation, but end up saying,"What are you waiting for then? What is so important that Crammer would send you here rather than simply waiting for me to send someone to him? Tell me about it." You can sense that the man isn't the patient kind. Originally Posted by DeKay DM The man keep his gaze onto Ace for a few more seconds, then apparently relax a little. He still appears unhappy about the situation, but end up saying, "What are you waiting for then? What is so important that Crammer would send you here rather than simply waiting for me to send someone to him? Tell me about it." You can sense that the man isn't the patient kind. Ace shakes his head. It pertains to, ah... delicate matters. Would you trust every single one of the men currently within earshot? I know I wouldn't, he replies, with a sidelong glance at the brutes that had expressed a desire to kill him earlier. Do you have an office? DM The leader think for a second then look around and nod,"Ok, let's go to my office." As he says that, he sidesteps and make a hand motion to let pass Ace in front, indicating the open door leading to the office." Go ahead, and you,", turning his attention to Monique pretending to be Mark,"Don't go anywhere, we have to talk when I am done with this man." Spoiler Hide I am not going to assume you accept this until you say you go onward with his orders (reply to this). After a glance to Ace, 'Mark' nods and mumbles something affirmative. 'He' will try to be close enough to overhear the flow of the pair's conversation though. Ace Acceding to Green's wish, Ace moves in front of him and into the office, taking a seat if there's one available that isn't clearly Green's. When the swordsman has taken a seat, or made it sufficiently clear that he won't be taking a seat, Ace begins. Alright, so I'll explain what I've been doing for the past few days. Crammer contracted me as a middle man of sorts. He knew that once the heist was pulled, the Watch would be hunting you down and the thieves would be trying to clear their name. Naturally, the first needs a culprit, and the second is a likely suspect. I have insinuated myself into the Guild on his behalf, and made fast friends with the Watch. I plan to bring the watch down on the thieves in one fell swoop, killing two birds with one stone. He pauses, to see if Green has anything to interject here. Over the past few days, I've been getting into their good graces; saving peasants in the countryside, helping the Guild "spy" on Crammer's operations and misleading their "investigation", if you can call it that. Now I just need your help getting some incriminating evidence into place, so the thieves can take the fall, and you should be relatively free to move the goods, which I assume you've stored in this warehouse. Spoiler Hide If the office is relatively soundproof, and I am out of sight of the grunts in the warehouse, I am going to try a high-risk maneuver. What I want to do is turn into Green, then order the guards out of the warehouse in small groups to get them out of our hair. I will make a formal post if this is something I can try to do. Mace enter the small room. Beside a single desk with a chair and a fire pit, the room is devout of any feature. Even the desk doesn't have anything on it. There is a two more door in the room, one leading outside for sure, and another leading to another room. Ace position himself in front of the fire pit, as the warehouse leader follows him and close the door behind him. Monique did follow the two men a few steps and stop by the crates, as she is clearly uninvited. From her position, she can hear most the discussion in the office, but it does require much concentration. She has to focus herself onto that task to manage it. The aggressive men are still discussing among themselves at the other corner of the room, looking at her with angry eyes. In the room, Green listens to Ace report, his attention fully on the sorcerer. He doesn't say anything until Ace is done. Even when Ace stop talking, the man keeps looking at him for a good 10 seconds, his face serious. As he opens his mouth to say something, some light knocking sound can be heard in the front door. The man appear surprised for half a second, but quickly regain his composure. He strides quickly to the door, keeping his was warmly on Ace. The man shake the door a little. To Ace surprise, the man voice is less aggressive, and more welcoming when he says,"I am sorry, the door is stuck, who are you?" The voice of surely a very young man can be heard thought the door." I'm Mike. I work for the docks, well I deliver some letters. Furthermore, I am looking for someone called, Hugh. Green Dagger, is he here like I have been told?"" Yeah, wait a second, I'll try to unstick the door again." This time, the man unlock the door, shake it a little to fake working on it and open the door. A young man, no more than 10 year olds, stand in front of the door. He offers a letter to the man, who quickly give him a little copper pieces and takes the letter. The young boy flash a smile and thanks the man before leaving." Thanks!!" The man then store the letter in a pocket and return his full attention to Ace, while closing the front door." Ok, let's pretend that I believe you. Why would I take a chance thrusting you? I already have my own plans and it isn't this pitiful band of thieves, nor the guard for that matter, that will stop it... You, on the other hand, someone I have nearly no information on can be a problem..." Spoiler Hide What do you guys do? Map : Spoiler Hide Ace Ace smiles. Because, sir, you underestimate the Watch. And the thieves too, but that's an aside. You are currently their top priority; you are in their city, and they will find you. Unless, of course, you toss them something to catch their eye just long enough to make your move. By the time they realize the thieves haven't got the food, it'll be too late. He moves up along the room, tapping his fingers on the fireplace. Now the thieves. The truth is, Crammer didn't insist I make my way here immediately. When I reported my progress, I could see it in his eyes; the Guild had made him, and he knew it. I can't risk strapping my reputation to that bumbling idiot; this is why I gave your man Mark that line to get me in here, to see you. I would like to act quickly, before the thieves make the link from Crammer to this warehouse. Psiclone:Spoiler Hide Sure, give it a shot. If it goes south, though, know that Ace might not be able to help you. Green looks really dangerous, and I'm not sure if I can even handle him on my own, let alone help you with the guards outside. Min the office (Ace) :Ace isn't quite sure why, but the man appear to still be unconvinced,"So you think Crammer have been unmasked? Like these petty thieves, it is a little matter. As for the guard, I find your idea interesting, but I already have my own plan for them : they are like a blind man that I help cross the road." The man cannot hide a faint wicked smile as he says that, before he resumes speaking." Now, what is the plus value for me to keep you alive? I like your courage, but you are a high risk ... investment." In the warehouse (Monique) :You manage to ear most of the discussion between Ace and Green. You suddenly realize that you lost sight of the three crook who threatened you when you can in the warehouse. Spoiler Hide Ace : You might want to roll a social skill with your next reply :) (depend on mostly what you say/mood you want to use... probably something between diplomacy or intimidate) Monique : Remember that you spell doesn't change your equipment (and clothing). Also, there is people everywhere in sight right now. Note that I find it an interesting idea, just wonder how you plan to pull this off if you really want to try it. Map : Spoiler Hide Oh, I thought we were in a corner or something. If there are people looking at me, I can't do it. Area good question. You are a wise businessman, Mr. Green. Very well. I am a master of chaotic magic, bending the eddies of the chaos flows to my will; I am a diplomatic man, capable as serving as a face for your operations. I can pick locks with some skill, and I am a natural leader. He tips his hat a second time, emphasizing his bandana. And I am of the Distant. If you have heard of my people, then you know this alone makes me an excellent addition to your operation. Spoiler Hide Ace Diplomacy: (1d20+10)[12] DM Inside the Office (Ace): The man keep his serious gaze for a few more seconds, then flash a smile to Ace." Alright, I like your style. The pay is 3 golds per week. There is a bonus when the mission will be completed, 15 GP. Of course, there is some bonus also if you end up doing battle, call it a risk bonus." The man scratch the back of his head, apparently thinking then say,"So you say you infiltrated the thieves right? Then go back to them and check out what they do and plan to do next. I'll send a man get a report from you later, don't come back here unless you have something major to report. Where are you living right now?" Spoiler Hide Damn you guys have high skills' bonus! Congrats, you just completed a skill challenge (Earned 250 XP.... so 50 XP each).... note that I keep this from the others for now. Ace've current living arrangements, but I think it best I switch them. If Crammer's compromised, I don't want the thieves to have an easy way to snoop through my things. Any suggestions? DM"Ok, go take a room at the Silver Mug Tavern, I'll have someone contact you there. It is located in the "port district. You shouldn't have any trouble finding it. The man doesn't wait for Ace to reply and open up the door leading to the main room. He sees Mark standing by, apparently waiting for him. He yells,"Greg, come here." Green motion Ace to follow him. Once in the warehouse, a man walks from behind the crates to the south." Whas up boss?"" Escort Ace of Spades out, sewer exit." The leader turn to Ace,"Don't disappoint me Spades." Spoiler Hide Anything you guys want to do or does Ace simply leave? Map : Spoiler Hide Ace Sir, I am certain you won't be disappointed by my performance. Ace bows, tips his hat to the room at large, and then follow Greg out of the warehouse. Psiclone:Spoiler Hide Ai! Hopefully 'Mark' isn't in trouble... DM Greg lead Ace to the trap and down into the secret room. The tree men look at Ace, then Greg,"Just bringing him out." Greg lifts the wooden beam to unlock the door to let Ace out.... (Post 145)Spoiler Hide Ace, from this point, please stop reading this thread. I'll continue with Monique only here after this post (later this afternoon). If you want to do something special in the secret sewer room, before walking out in the sewer (and to Ashe and Marius), send me an PM. Otherwise, wait for me to say in the IC main thread that you walk out (the two threads aren't exactly at the same In game time right now... DM When Ace is down in the secret basement and heading out, you spot the 3 men who threatened you as you came inside appear to the south. The leader take a last look at the trap door leading down, then whirl around to face Monique,"Mark you moron! You should know better than to bring strangers here. Tell me you at least met him before when you've met Crammer for me." A wicked smile is displayed in the three men face as they apparently anticipate Green reaction and appreciate seeing Mark being in trouble. Spoiler Hide It is just you and me here Monique now ... good luck Map : Spoiler Hide "Y-yeah, boss. He's a smooth operator -- you didn't kill him, right? So, I mean, he was useful, right? Didn't I do the right thing boss, right?"' Mark' stammers out his excuses. Spoiler Hide diplomacy check: (1d20+8)[18] DM The bandits leader sigh heavily and visibly relax, letting go of his anger a little,"It's ok. Just don't do that again. You were probably lucky, the man appear honest enough, if I can use honest in his line of work." Monique notices that the three men lost their grin and appear frustrated that Mark isn't getting more punishment." I did not detect any lies, and it really looks like to want to join our organization, I am not willing to take any chances at this point. Garret and Leaf, you keep watch. Morris, go get Mike from the cave, the two others are to keep watch for now. Tell them that if the new man they just saw come back, they have to make him wait outside and come get me. Mark", Green gaze meet yours are he name the man whom you are impersonating,"and Will, you come with me. The rest of you, get down and ready to move the wares." The men appear to be surprised and a little worried. The man who intercepted you sooner, who Green named as Morris, clear his throat and say,"W-we're going to move the food in broad daylight? I am not questioning you, but that would be dangerous, I..." Thinking the aggressive leader would be insulted by what she has seen of him so far, Monique is surprised when wicked smile appear on the leader face instead of outrage." I am changing the plan, just get ready and don't worry too much." The leader stride toward his office, with staff walking man who just climbed down from the crates. Spoiler Hide What does Monique do? I'll put up a map soon. Map : Spoiler Hide 'Well damn.' Monique thinks to herself. 'Here I thought I was going to have an easy time of this.' She continues to play her part, racking her brain for a plan. 'If I can get Green and this guy alone -- maybe I could lead them into an ambush? I hope we go outside soon. That way, I can make a break for it if things go south.' DM Monique follows the leader Ito his office. He doesn't stop there and head to the next room. As Monique enters the room, she notices that it is some bedroom. A curtain block the only window. There is a single table in the middle of the room and a simple bed in the north-west corner. A big curtain cover most of the wooden floor. Map : Spoiler Hide "Ok, you two help me out, we move these furniture around and remove the carpet." Green push the table aside, flipping it over to completely block the window and use the bed to hold it in place. Then, with your help, he rolls the carpet from south to the north and leave it there." Now help me remove these planks. Careful not to fall in." You help Green to remove some part of the floor, revealing a hole dug up into the floor. You cannot see the bottom. Will, who have been helping you look a little surprise about this, and ask the leader,"What is this?"" Plan B", answer simply Green." Will, go tell Greg to come here and ask everyone to start carry the crates here. Mark, help me set up this contraption." Will leave the room toward the warehouse while Green opened up the chest in the corner and is pulling out some rope, pulleys and wooden frame. Map :Spoiler Hide Ok, this is quite a bit. If you wanted to do something and interrupt the flow of thing above with an action, just post it, and I'll adjust what happens (which might change what happens after that action). I preferred to post more than to post and stop at each steps to save time... if you prefer that I go slower in my replies and give you more opportunities to act, just ask. I believe you would have gone with the flow on all above... but I could be wrong I gave you two map, one before you moved the furniture, one after. Spoiler Hide Okay, that works for me. I think this works. 'Mark' helps Green with the pulley system, asking"So where does this lead?" DMA she fixes the pulleys to the floor, Green open his mouth to answer you, then stop himself. You can see his eyes narrow a little, then decide to simply reply,"Somewhere safe." You can sense that he doesn't trust you, making you believe that he probably doesn't trust anyone with more than they should know. Greg, the man who escorted Ace out, comes into the room." Alright Greg, you climb down and go warn Wrath that we need his gang at the hole, he'll understand. Then you go to the alternate camp and get the men there moving. Tell them that we are doing plan B, they'll know what to do." As he finishes speaking, a few men comes into the room with crates of food." Alright, let lower the food down there. Nick and Damien, you climb down as well and are in charge to load the food onto the small carts down there, don't worry when the ramens comes, they are with us. Mark and will, you help me to lower the crates." The orders given, everyone start to do their work. The men bring the crates, that will tie up to the pulley system, Green and you bring it down and the men sat the bottom are loading it onto some small carts. Monique can see when the men go down that the hole itself have been dug up thought dirt and stone. It is about 20 feet deep, ending into an even stone flooring that look like natural cavern. Spoiler Hide Want to do something special, or you go with the flow and wait to see what happens next? '%#€&$ me, now there's ramen?' Monique thinks to herself, 'I have to get out of here...'' Mark' continues to help load the crates for a moment, then tries to sell the worst excuse he can,"Hey, Greg, cover for me -- I have to take a piss." Spoiler Hide (1d20+14)[17] to seem natural. DM Working the ropes is quite physical and Monique get the feeling that Green thought you would be stronger and perform better. You work for some time and when you think it is the right moment, you try your ploy. When you ask for a substitute, Green sigh, but you can also see relief in his face as he says,"Couldn't you have gone while you were out? Will keep tieing. Mark just tell Gaston to come here help me. When you're done with your needs, just help carry the crates instead. Don't go out, just pee in a corner of the warehouse, we are leaving this place soon anyway." Monique heads to the warehouse, passing by other gang members carrying crates. She can see that most people are working hard and quickly. Spoiler Hide Change the name you used... it should be Will, not Greg. It is that is working with you two - Tieing up the crates. Greg left in the hole. You have no idea who is Gaston. What do you do? (how do you try to sneak out?) Right now, you are at the door coming from Green office tithe warehouse. Note that you are not exactly in sync with the others right now : You are ahead of them in time... I still want to continue to develop on your side to gain time later, but if they do something that affect the warehouse (like decide to attack it before you get out, it might change what happened a little... but I don't foresee this for now. Map Spoiler Hide Spoiler Hide The main warehouse door is JK 8-9 right? I'm going to casually walk out it. (1d20+14)[20] bluff check if necessary 'Mark' attempts to walk out the main door as inconspicuously as possible. DM Monique walk casually toward the main double doors. After a few steps, she hears a loud cracking sound coming from the north. She whirls around in time to see Bole rum crashing in the middle window yelling,"Gluttons! Hoarders! Thieves! If any among you cowards are ready to die, COME AT ME!" Everyone is stunned by his sudden appearance, including Monique. Bolerum is standing on piled crates 10 feet high, overlooking the huge room. He spot two halflings standing over crates as well, who were watching the windows. As he scans the rest of the room, he notices that the men are apparently carrying the crate, that he assume to be the stolen food, toward an open door west. Bole rum spot Monique, still disguised as Mark near the double door. Spoiler Hide Bole rum manage to break in with the jump a«ND landed on his feet. Bole rum have a surprise round (ONE STANDARD ACTION ONLY) You are 10 feet high on crates. It is bole rum turn. NOTE : Bole rum and Monique, please don't read the IC main thread for now... I'll run the other in there. Map : Spoiler Hide The dark brown boxes (like F17) are crates pilled up to 5 feet high (require a DC 5 climb check to move onto) The light brown boxed (Like F18) are crates pilled 10 Feet high (require a DC 10 climb check - unless you are on a dark brown box, which is DC 5) HM are human wearing some chain mail and carry swords HW are humans with a quarterstaff HGM are humans with clubs and daggers HGB are humans with mace and daggers Has are halflings with slings The black square in H18 is a trap door leading to a basement (you see a ladder in it). BolerumBolerum sizes up his opponents. Spoiler Hide Free action Knowledge (Nature): HM: (d20+2)[17] HW: (d20+2)[16] HIM: (d20+2)[22] HUB: (d20+2)[22] Has: (d20+2)[7] Bole rum"You'll take that nowhere!" Blinding light erupts from Bole rum's holy symbol as he invokes Word to smite one of the men carrying the crate. Spoiler Hide Standard Action: Radiant Delirium on HGM 4. (d20+6)[19](25) (+1 LVL +2 CIA +1 ENH +2 CA) vs Reflex for (3d8+3)[15] Radiant damage, foe is dazed SENT, foe has -2 AC (save ends) Bole rum is hoping to make the men drop the crate, perhaps injuring or disabling both. DMBolerum light hit the man hard, making him yell in pain and fall to the ground quite dead. The other man who was holding the crate with him cannot hold it alone. With the other dead man leaning against the crate, the man nearly get pinned under it, but manage at the last second to push himself out of the falling crate way, ending prone on the ground. One of the men regain his senses as he sees his allay fall to the ground and yell,"He is alone, kill him!" Spoiler Hide I resolved your surprise round before the other (who have not posted it yet). Bole rum hit and kill HGM4. HM1 make save not to get pinned under the crate (rolled 15). He saved by end up prone. We now wait for Ace, Ashe and Marius to post their action. Initiate :Spoiler Hide Round : Surprise Ace(+7)..…………..: 27 Lt;-----------------Active player Green (+7).........: 23 (Surprised) HM (+5)............: 23 (Surprised) Marius(+5).........: 19 Ashe(+8) ........ : 14 HGB (+6)...........: 12 (Surprised) Bole rum (+3).…….: 12 Has (+4)...........: 11 (Surprised) HW (+4)............: 11 (Surprised) HGM (+0)...........: 11 (Surprised) Monique(+1).......: 10 (Surprised) Monsters status :Spoiler Hide (E12) - HM1.......: Prone (I13) - HM2........: (G12) - HGB1......: (C13) - HaS1......: (M17) - HaS2......: (D16) - HaS3......: (D14) - HaS4......: (K12) - HaS5......: (G11) - HGM1......: (E13) - HGM4.......: Dead Players Status Spoiler Hide (C16) Bole rum: 41/41, TEMP HP = 0, Healing surges : 12/12 (??) Ace : 32/32, TEMP HP = 0, Healing surges : 6/6 (??) Ashe : 37/37, TEMP HP = 0, Healing Surges : 7/7 (I10) Monique : 32/34, TEMP HP = 0, Healing surges : 7/8 (??) Marius : 32/32, TEMP HP = 0, Healing surges : 7/7 Map :Spoiler Hide] The dark brown boxes (like F17) are crates pilled up to 5 feet high (require a DC 5 climb check to move onto) The light brown boxed (Like F18) are crates pilled 10 Feet high (require a DC 10 climb check - unless you are on a dark brown box, which is DC 5) HM are human wearing some chain mail and carry swords HW are humans with a quarterstaff HGM are humans with clubs and daggers HGB are humans with mace and daggers Has are halflings with slings The black square in H18 is a trap door leading to a basement (you see a ladder in it). DM With a sword in hand, Green comes out of his office. He quickly scans the room and spot Bole rum on the crate." Seize him, I want to interrogate him." The man who almost got buried under the crate rise to his feet and look at Bole rum with angry eyes. He draws his sword and move toward the crates.Another man also moves drawing his weapon. He goes around the crate and try to climb them, but fumble and slide back down. Monique sees Bole rum taking a quick glance thought the window. Spoiler Hide Green : Minor : Draw Short sword Standard + move : Move to E10 HM1 : Move : Stand up from prone Minor : Draw long sword Standard : Move to D15 HM2 : Minor : Draw long sword Move : Move to D18 Standard : Move to C18 and try to climb but fail (rolled 8). It is Ashe turn. Initiate :Spoiler Hide Round : 1 Ace(+7)..…………..: 27 Green (+7).........: 23 HM (+5)............: 23 Marius(+5).........: 19 Ashe(+8) ........ : 14 Lt;-----------------Active player HGB (+6)...........: 12 Bole rum (+3).…….: 12 Has (+4)...........: 11 HW (+4)............: 11 HGM (+0)...........: 11 Monique(+1).......: 10 Monsters status :Spoiler Hide (E10) - Green ........: (D15) - HM1.......: (C18) - HM2........: (G12) - HGB1......: (C13) - HaS1......: (M17) - HaS2......: (D16) - HaS3......: (D14) - HaS4......: (K12) - HaS5......: (G11) - HGM1......: (E13) - HGM4.......: Dead Players Status Spoiler Hide (C16) Bole rum: 41/41, TEMP HP = 0, Healing surges : 12/12 (I10) Monique : 32/34, TEMP HP = 0, Healing surges : 7/8 Map :Spoiler Hide] The dark brown boxes (like F17) are crates pilled up to 5 feet high (require a DC 5 climb check to move onto) The light brown boxed (Like F18) are crates pilled 10 Feet high (require a DC 10 climb check - unless you are on a dark brown box, which is DC 5) HM are human wearing some chain mail and carry swords HW are humans with a quarterstaff HGM are humans with clubs and daggers HGB are humans with mace and daggers Has are halflings with slings The black square in H18 is a trap door leading to a basement (you see a ladder in it). DM Next, one of the men put down his side of the crates and draw a dagger. He throws it in a quick and fluid motion. The dagger hit Bole rum armor but is deflected by it and sink deep into the wall behind the paladin. Spoiler Hide Green : Minor : Draw Short sword Standard + move : Move to E10 HGB1 : Move : Put the crate down Minor : Draw Dagger Standard : Throw dagger at Bole rum (-2 (Cover from crate because of the angle/higher ground)), 18 VS AC (Miss) It is Bole rum turn. Initiate :Spoiler Hide Round : 1 Ace(+7)..…………..: 27 Green (+7).........: 23 HM (+5)............: 23 Marius(+5).........: 19 Ashe(+8) ........ : 14 HGB (+6)...........: 12 Bole rum (+3).…….: 12 Lt;-----------------Active player Has (+4)...........: 11 HW (+4)............: 11 HGM (+0)...........: 11 Monique(+1).......: 10 Monsters status :Spoiler Hide (E10) - Green ........: (D15) - HM1.......: (C18) - HM2........: (G12) - HGB1......: (C13) - HaS1......: (M17) - HaS2......: (D16) - HaS3......: (D14) - HaS4......: (K12) - HaS5......: (G11) - HGM1......: (E13) - HGM4.......: Dead Players Status Spoiler Hide (C16) Bole rum: 41/41, TEMP HP = 0, Healing surges : 12/12 (I10) Monique : 32/34, TEMP HP = 0, Healing surges : 7/8 Map :Spoiler Hide] The dark brown boxes (like F17) are crates pilled up to 5 feet high (require a DC 5 climb check to move onto) The light brown boxed (Like F18) are crates pilled 10 Feet high (require a DC 10 climb check - unless you are on a dark brown box, which is DC 5) HM are human wearing some chain mail and carry swords HW are humans with a quarterstaff HGM are humans with clubs and daggers HGB are humans with mace and daggers Has are halflings with slings The black square in H18 is a trap door leading to a basement (you see a ladder in it). Bole rum"Take me alive? Come now, are you men or are you poachers?"the paladin taunts. He then shoves a nearby crate with his foot toward one of the scum below. Spoiler Hide Since this is a medieval warehouse, I'm assuming these stacks of crates are light enough to be moved by hand, albeit with some difficulty. A 10' stack would still give a nice bit of leverage to someone at the top trying to push it over - and since the crates are not on a ship, they're likely unsecured. Standard Action: Shove the stack of crates in C17 onto HM2 at C18, sending hundreds of pounds in a hard container on top of him, hopefully killing him (possibly hurting and/or immobilizing him). (d20+4)[10](14) (added STR and Level, but not enhancement[+1] or proficiency bonuses[+3]) Move Action: If successful, move to C17 onto the now 5' stack of crates. Athletics+7 automatically wins the climb DC. Minor Action: Unused. DM The paladin push the crates beside him with his brute strength. While they are quite heavy, they aren't very stable, and the push work as intended. The four top crate fall down at the surprised soldier bellow, and he cannot dodge them in time and end up being buried under them and let out a painful yelp. The halflings ping into motion. They all draw slings and scatter around the battlefield, taking advantages position. Two of them simply shoot a pebble at the paladin, but three of them use three stones and whirl them all in one throw at the paladin. The stones rain onto the paladin with a chorus of sound onto the paladin armor. Only two of the pebbles really hit a sensible spot, leaving a light bruise on Bole rum left arm. A robed man comes out of the office and immediately draw a wand, taking position behind his allies.Another man comes out of the office, club in hand while another put down the crate and rush at Bole rum drawing his weapon. As he ends his charge, Bole rum deflect the weak club attack with his great sword. Spoiler Hide Great idea Bole rum. I gave you CA since HM2 doesn't see you from his position, and you hit VS his reflex. You deal 11 damages, HM2 is prone, Buried (Superior Cover -Work both ways) and Restrained (Save ends both) HaS1 : Minor : Draw Sling Standard Shoot Bole rum (-2 (Cover)), 12 (Miss) HaS2 : Minor : Draw Sling Move : Shift to L16 Standard Stone rains on Bole rum (3 attacks at -2), Attack 1 on Bole rum VS AC (-2 (stone rain)) : 16 (Miss) Attack 2 on Bole rum VS AC (-2 (stone rain)) : 11 (Miss) Attack 3 on Bole rum VS AC (-2 (stone rain)) : 20 (Miss) HaS3 : Minor : Draw Sling Move : Move to E16 Standard Stone rain on Bole rum (3 attacks at -2), Attack 1 on Bole rum VS AC (-2 (stone rain)) : 13 (Miss) Attack 2 on Bole rum VS AC (-2 (stone rain)) : 22 (10 damages) Attack 3 on Bole rum VS AC (-2 (stone rain)) : 20 (Miss) HaS4 : Minor : Draw Sling Move : Move to F16 Standard Stone rain on Bole rum (3 attacks at -2), Attack 1 on Bole rum VS AC (-2 (stone rain)) : 23 (3 Damages) Attack 2 on Bole rum VS AC (-2 (stone rain)) : 15 (Miss) Attack 3 on Bole rum VS AC (-2 (stone rain)) : 15 (Miss) HaS5 : Minor : Draw Sling Move : Move to J14 (two climb check DC 5 = 7 and 17) Standard Shoot Bole rum, (-2 (Cover)), 17 (Miss) HW1 : Move + Standard : Double move to I12 Minor : Draw wand HGM 1 : Standard: Put crate down Minor : Draw Club Move : Move to D17 HGM 2 : Standard: Put crate down Minor : Draw Club Move : Charge Bole rum at F12 (+1 (Charge)), 14 VS AC (Miss) It is Monique turn. Initiate :Spoiler Hide Round : 1 Ace(+7)..…………..: 27 Green (+7).........: 23 HM (+5)............: 23 Marius(+5).........: 19 Ashe(+8) ........ : 14 HGB (+6)...........: 12 Bole rum (+3).…….: 12 Has (+4)...........: 11 HW (+4)............: 11 HGM (+0)...........: 11 Monique(+1).......: 10 Lt;-----------------Active player Monsters status :Spoiler Hide (E10) - Green ........: (D15) - HM1.......: (C18) - HM2........: Prone, Buried (Superior Cover - work both ways) and Restrained (Save ends both) (G12) - HGB1......: (C13) - HaS1......: 10 Feet high (L16) - HaS2......: 10 Feet High (E16) - HaS3......: (F16) - HaS4......: (J14) - HaS5......: 10 Feet High (D17) - HGM1......: (F12) - HGM2......: (E13) - HGM4.......: Dead (I12) - HW1.......: Players Status Spoiler Hide (C17) Bole rum: 29/41, TEMP HP = 0, Healing surges : 12/12 5 Feet high (I10) Monique : 32/34, TEMP HP = 0, Healing surges : 7/8 Map :Spoiler Hide] The dark brown boxes (like F17) are crates pilled up to 5 feet high (require a DC 5 climb check to move onto) The light brown boxed (Like F18) are crates pilled 10 Feet high (require a DC 10 climb check - unless you are on a dark brown box, which is DC 5) HM are human wearing some chain mail and carry swords HW are humans with a quarterstaff HGM are humans with clubs and daggers HGB are humans with mace and daggers Has are halflings with slings The black square in H18 is a trap door leading to a basement (you see a ladder in it). Monique Torn by her indecision, Monique lets everyone else act before her. She grits her teeth in frustration, and decides to enter the combat herself. She walks to the corner, drawing her wand. Furthermore, she levels it at Will and mutters something to herself as she attempts to draw him back towards her. Spoiler Hide Move to K9 Minor: draw my wand Standard: (1d20+7)[13] v Will (hahaha) On hit, (1d8+5)[9] psychic damage and pull to K10 DM Monique impose her will to Will, parking his will and drawing him to her side. Green is surprise at Mark action, and his eyes narrow looking at Monique. Marius fly inside the building, landing onto the high crate beside the window, overlooking the whole place, with bole rum beside him on lower crates. Seeing the warlord entry, Green yell,"This isn't Mark, kill him, kill them all." He then strides toward Monique drawing his short sword and launch all his fury on her. He uses both his weapon on the bard. The long sword pass Monique defense slamming hard on her left arm, making her wince in pain, but she manages to jump above a low cut from the short sword. Seing Marius enter the warehouse, one of the soldiers take time to see what the man will do before taking his own actions. Meanwhile, his buried friend keep trying to free himself from the fallen crates. While doing this, he tries a futile attack at Bole rum, not even coming close to the Word disciple armored body. Spoiler Hide Monique hit and drag Will. Ace did play his turn, granting a free fly move of 5 to Marius, making him enter the building (it actually takes only 3 movements to get on the crate (C16, 10 feet high), so you could land on the floor in one of the opening (flying with two movement left to you... but it would provoke OAS since you'd leave a square adjacent to the monsters (the one 5 feet high). I am pretty sure you will want to fly down (instead of climbing or falling down on your turn still provoking A's anyway-unless you want to stay up the crates.... so I'll wait for your turn to know exactly where you end up...). Green : Move : Move to J9 Minor : Draw short sword. Standard : Two-Weapon Rend on Monique (two attacks) Attack Monique with Long sword : 26 VS AC, 13 damages Attack Monique with Long sword : 17 VS AC, (Miss) HM 1 : (Delay) HM2 : Standard : Long sword at Forum (-2 (Prone), -2 (Restrained), -5 (Superior Cover)), 16 VS AC (Miss) End of turn : Save Vs Buried/restrained = 2 (Failed) It is Marius turn (Run effect ends). Remember that you have a fly of two squares possible still (at the start of your turn). Say exactly where you pass/go if you take it, so I know who can OA you). Initiate :Spoiler Hide Round : 2 Ace(+7)..…………..: 27 Green (+7).........: 23 HM2 (+5)............: 23 HM1 (+5)............: 23 (Delay) Marius(+5).........: 19 Lt;-----------------Active player Ashe(+8) ........ : 14 HGB (+6)...........: 12 Bole rum (+3).…….: 12 Has (+4)...........: 11 HW (+4)............: 11 HGM (+0)...........: 11 Monique(+1).......: 10 Monsters status :Spoiler Hide (J9) - Green ........: (D15) - HM1.......: (Delay) (C18) - HM2........: Prone, Buried (Superior Cover - work both ways) and Restrained (Save ends both) (G12) - HGB1......: (C13) - HaS1......: 10 Feet high (L16) - HaS2......: 10 Feet High (E16) - HaS3......: (F16) - HaS4......: (J14) - HaS5......: 10 Feet High (D17) - HGM1......: (F12) - HGM2......: (E13) - HGM4.......: Dead (K10) - HW1.......: Players Status Spoiler Hide (C17) Bole rum: 29/41, TEMP HP = 0, Healing surges : 12/12 5 Feet high (K9) Monique : 19/34, TEMP HP = 0, Healing surges : 7/8 (C16) Marius : 32/32, TEMP HP = 0, Healing surges : 7/7 10 Feet high (on Crates) Map :Spoiler Hide] The dark brown boxes (like F17) are crates pilled up to 5 feet high (require a DC 5 climb check to move onto) The light brown boxed (Like F18) are crates pilled 10 Feet high (require a DC 10 climb check - unless you are on a dark brown box, which is DC 5) HM are human wearing some chain mail and carry swords HW are humans with a quarterstaff HGM are humans with clubs and daggers HGB are humans with mace and daggers Has are halflings with slings The black square in H18 is a trap door leading to a basement (you see a ladder in it). Marius"Well, this looks like a right mess." Marius says, entering the window by magical flight. He floats over one of the combatants, suffering their reprisals before landing behind them." I'll go help Mark, you should be okay for now, until our reinforcements unveil themselves. Stay strong." He yells to Bole rum. He takes off across the room, maneuvering for a powerful charge at Green. Spoiler Hide Bonus Move: to E14 Minor: Inspiring Word on Bole rum extra healing - (1d6)[2] Move: From E14 to H14 Charge from H14 to J10 (do not provoke OAS from charging) Okay, I don't understand how or if this would work since it's different from 3.5. I want to Bull Rush Green, and use him to break the window and push him out it. This should cause extra damage to him (and eliminate the most dangerous threat at the same time). I'm not sure if I can Bull Rush as part of a charge or not (3.5 you would have to "charge" to use a bull rush). If I cannot do this then I will do an MBA against Green. Attack STR vs fort for bull rush or STR vs ac for charge - (1d20+9)[23] damage if an MBA instead of bull rush - (1d8+5)[8] Marius Marius, in a heroic surge smiles at Mr. Green." So, Mr. Green, how many of your men can you trust?" Marius devotes his attacks at Mr. Green, drawing his attention from Monique. Spoiler Hide Action Point: Standard (Guarding Attack): STR vs AC - (1d20+8)[9] damage - (2d8+5)[16] Monique gets +4 AC from Mr. Green's attacks until EO MNT if I hit I gain +4 temp HP ...looks like a waste of an action point. DM Marius rush at Green and manage to slip by his defenses dealing a decent strike. He then push his luck and strike hard once more, but the human cross his weapon and block the warlord attack between his blade with ease. The human who waited final spring into action and run after him. He manages to pass Marius defense while he exerted himself one his boss. Next comes a shady human to flank the warlord drawing his weapon and try to strike his head, probably to daze him. Marius, seeing the ploy, he duck under the wean swing.Another bandit comes out of the trap door mace in hands. Spoiler Hide Marius hit with his charge. Marius Miss with his AP. (Gain 4 Them HP) Marius heal Bole rum 12HP HM1 : (Take Delay) Move : Move to H15 Standard : Charge at Marius (J11) (+1 (Charge), +2 (CA- Flank)), 30 VS AC, 9 damages HGB1 : Move : Move to I10 Minor : Draw Mace Standard : Dazing strike on Marius (+2 (CA - Flank)), 13 VS AC (Miss) HGB2 : Standard + Move : Walk out of hole in H17 It is Bole rum turn. Initiate :Spoiler Hide Round : 2 Ace(+7)..…………..: 27 Green (+7).........: 23 HM2 (+5)............: 23 Marius(+5).........: 19 HM1 (+5)............: 23 Ashe(+8) ........ : 14 HGB (+6)...........: 12 Bole rum (+3).…….: 12 Lt;-----------------Active player Has (+4)...........: 11 HW (+4)............: 11 HGM (+0)...........: 11 Monique(+1).......: 10 Monsters status :Spoiler Hide (J9) - Green ........: (J11) - HM1.......: (C18) - HM2........: Prone, Buried (Superior Cover - work both ways) and Restrained (Save ends both) (I10) - HGB1......: (H17) - HGB2......: (C13) - HaS1......: 10 Feet high (L16) - HaS2......: 10 Feet High (E16) - HaS3......: (F16) - HaS4......: (J14) - HaS5......: 10 Feet High (D17) - HGM1......: (F12) - HGM2......: (E13) - HGM4.......: Dead (K10) - HW1.......: Players Status Spoiler Hide (C17) Bole rum: 41/41, TEMP HP = 0, Healing surges : 11/12 5 Feet high (K9) Monique : 19/34, TEMP HP = 0, Healing surges : 7/8 (J10) Marius : 23/32, TEMP HP = 4, Healing surges : 7/7 Map :Spoiler Hide] The dark brown boxes (like F17) are crates pilled up to 5 feet high (require a DC 5 climb check to move onto) The light brown boxed (Like F18) are crates pilled 10 Feet high (require a DC 10 climb check - unless you are on a dark brown box, which is DC 5) HM are human wearing some chain mail and carry swords HW are humans with a quarterstaff HGM are humans with clubs and daggers HGB are humans with mace and daggers Has are halflings with slings The black square in H18 is a trap door leading to a basement (you see a ladder in it). BolerumSurveying the wild melee and his friends pinned to the door, the paladin's grim expression acknowledges his error. Uncharacteristically quiet for a few seconds, he moves into action, intent on setting things right. He snaps his attention to the men surrounding his companions, charging in viciously with his great sword overhead. Spoiler Hide Move: to G15, provoking an OA from HGM1. Standard Action: Charge HW1, ending at K11, provoking OA from HM1. MBA [STR] vs AC on HW1 (CA and charge bonuses included) (d20+11)[8](19) for (d10+6)[9] damage. AP: Fearsome Smite [CIA] vs AC on HW1 (CA included) (d20+9)[6](15) for (2d10+5)[20] damage and target is -1 to Attacks SENT. Minor: Divine Challenge to HM1. DM The apparent leader look suspiciously at Marius and quickly scan the room after the warlord claim of more traitors. Bolerum walk boldly thought the enemies ranks, provoking them all. The pinned down soldier cannot even reach Bole rum, while the human in front of him manage to hit the armor but doesn't do any damage. As the paladin pass beside the halfling slingers, they both try to hit him with their bare hands, but cannot manage to find an opening on the heavy armored human. When Bole rum final charge the human wizard, the soldier beside it swing his weapon, but Bole rum duck under the high swing and thrust his greatysword at the weak mage. The mage eyes open wide as he sees Bole rum positioned to impale him and manage at the last second to move aside and save himself, still taking a decent hit that open a bleeding wound. The wizard start to cast to defend himself, but Bole rum exert himself and rise him big weapon high and bring it down quickly onto the wizard before he can finish his spell. A loud cracking sound comes from the weapon as it breaks thought the bone and the human fall limp to the ground with to force of the impact. The halflings look at each other and one of them point Bole rum. They all whirl their sling at the same time and let fly bullet at the same target : Bole rum. Nine bullet soar directly at the paladin, nearly all of them hitting the metallic armor, but apparently only one really damage the Word disciple. Green then yell,"Focus your shot on the less armored ones you dimwits!" Next comes the club walking humans. One charge Bole rum while the other goes around toward Marius. They both manage to surprise the heroes, dealing minor wounds to them. Spoiler Hide Bole rum, a charge ends you turn (except for AP). So your Minor action could not be done after the charge... but since it can be done from 10 squares, I'll assume you would have done it between your move action and standard (charge) since he was in range Bole rum movement provoke OAS : HGM1 =15 VS AC- miss, HM2 (-2 (Prone), -2 (Restrained), -5 (Sup. Cover)) : 8 - Miss HaS3 (with bare hands) : 17 - miss HaS4 (with bare hands) : 16 - Miss HM1 : 11 - Miss Bole rum hit and bloody HW1 Bole rum hit and kill HW1 HaS1 : Standard : Stone rain on Bole rum (3 sling attack at -2) Attack on Bole rum : 6 VS AC (Miss) Attack on Bole rum : 20 VS AC (Miss) Attack on Bole rum : 17 VS AC (Miss) HaS2 : Standard : Sling on Bole rum, 22 VS AC, 3 damages HaS3 : Move : Move to G13 Standard : Sling on Bole rum, 16 VS AC (Miss) HaS4 : Move : Move to G13 Standard : Sling on Bole rum, 15 VS AC (Miss) HaS5 : Standard : Stone rain on Bole rum (3 sling attack at -2) Attack on Bole rum : 13 VS AC (Miss) Attack on Bole rum : 15 VS AC (Miss) Attack on Bole rum : 17 VS AC (Miss) HGM 1 : Move : Move to G15 Standard : Charge Bole rum at J12 (+1 (Charge)), 25 VS AC, 2 damages HGM 2 : Move : Move to I9 Standard : Club at Marius, 24 VS AC, 2 damages It is Monique turn. Initiate :Spoiler Hide Round : 2 Ace(+7)..…………..: 27 Green (+7).........: 23 HM2 (+5)............: 23 Marius(+5).........: 19 HM1 (+5)............: 23 Ashe(+8) ........ : 14 HGB (+6)...........: 12 Bole rum (+3).…….: 12 Has (+4)...........: 11 HGM (+0)...........: 11 Monique(+1).......: 10 Lt;-----------------Active player Monsters status :Spoiler Hide (J9) - Green ........: (J11) - HM1.......: Divine challenge (Bole rum) (C18) - HM2........: Prone, Buried (Superior Cover - work both ways) and Restrained (Save ends both) (I10) - HGB1......: (H17) - HGB2......: (C13) - HaS1......: 10 Feet high (L16) - HaS2......: 10 Feet High (G13) - HaS3......: (G14) - HaS4......: (J14) - HaS5......: 10 Feet High (J12) - HGM1......: (I9) - HGM2......: (E13) - HGM4.......: Dead (K10) - HW1.......: Dead Players Status Spoiler Hide (K11) Bole rum: 36/41, TEMP HP = 0, Healing surges : 11/12 5 Feet high (K9) Monique : 19/34, TEMP HP = 0, Healing surges : 7/8 (J10) Marius : 21/32, TEMP HP = 4, Healing surges : 7/7 Map :Spoiler Hide] The dark brown boxes (like F17) are crates pilled up to 5 feet high (require a DC 5 climb check to move onto) The light brown boxed (Like F18) are crates pilled 10 Feet high (require a DC 10 climb check - unless you are on a dark brown box, which is DC 5) HM are human wearing some chain mail and carry swords HW are humans with a quarterstaff HGM are humans with clubs and daggers HGB are humans with mace and daggers Has are halflings with slings The black square in H18 is a trap door leading to a basement (you see a ladder in it). Monique panics as the swordsman cuts deep into her arm, failing to react quickly enough to use her armor's magic and deflect the blow. She hurriedly fumbles open the latch and stumbles out the door into the street. She casts her signature spell at Green, hoping to give the mighty paladin of Word an opportunity to do some real harm. Spoiler Hide Minor: open the door. If this is a standard, then I will revise my turn. Move: shift to L8 Standard: Blunder on Green (1d20+7)[22] v W (-2 if he has concealment or whatever) On hit: (1d6+5)[11] and shift to K10, where Bole rum may attack it with +5 power bonus Amusing the distraction that Marius created and Green scanning the room, Monique put her shoulder under the heavy beam sealing the double doors shut and lift them. It is quite heavy, but she still manages to flip it over and throw it onto the crates to her left. As the beam hit the crates, she takes the doors handle and pull them hard to open them. Green spot the door beside him at the last second and reflexively take step back not to get it right into the forehead, letting it open fully and bath the room with sunlight.... Spoiler Hide We all return to the main thread to continue this. Post 168 coming soon.

[4E] Grandpre Academy, Ace and Monique Infiltration (IC)

Neverending Dungeon - Grim

The air surrounding you fairly hum with the residue of magic, an aftereffect of the spell that brought you to this place. A quick glance reveals that you are in a small room, devoid of any life save for yourself. The sound of dripping water can be heard faintly, and the stone walls are slick with moisture. In complete defiance of logic, a torch is already lit, resting in a sconce near the room's single door. Map:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_ 1||| 2||G| 3||| 4|||[/table] There is a door at C-4, south side. DM notes:Spoiler Hide Sheet. Spoiler Hide Ok edited from Crusader -Sgt; dragon shaman, due to need for healing. Seeing my tricks trick wouldn't work. And as written it needed a small tweak in that case. Resulted in little change besides Moves Sgt; Aura's. Loss of proficiencies Martial Sgt; Simple. And Tower shield Sgt; Shield. As in a loss of 2 Ac. -1 Bad. And a loss of 50g (but due to me not being able to wield those weapons anyway, easily Fixed) Hopefully ill survive and pick up Crusader at LVL 2. If all's still ok after that. Stop me when ever I explode in a fiery burst of death. (or finds heaps of wealth)But in an attempt to save a bit of time, I've written some actions in advance. Assuming I find nothing interesting or dangerous till that point. Those will be my follow-up actions. Grim. Polly.(Thought)'Arr. Polly and I should probably go looking around in this room to see where we ended up, and if its more than meets the eye. (Speech)"Argh' I wish I felt soberer, Ah well lets see what mess we got our self in this time"(Action)*Polly floats and hovers within 10ft of me doing its own checks*(Action)*while I slowly go around poking the floor with my 10ft pole, while keeping an eye out for anything interesting*(Polly scripted/Trained to. Possible Actions)[If Polly see's/Finds anything interesting, it'll Try and get my attention floating in front of me and by slowly Flashing with Dark Blue light, ] [If It encounters or notices anything dangerous it'll turn to a Dark Red Glow.] [It's usually Green and behind me and above shoulder height (so it can look over me), if nothing interesting happens that I need to be notified off (as in, it think sim not aware of yet.)] ... If i haven't found anything interesting, or have fallen into a trap and died a horrible death by this point yet...*I will poke the torch on the wall a bit with my pole. If it doesn't explode in a fiery blaze of death, I take it and tie it to my shield. (With a bit of cut off rope from the one in my backpack (I'm sure i won't need 50ft for it))*If still no explosions.(Thought)not a clue where I am, but it doesn't seem that dangerous.(speech)"what do you think Matey, looks like nothing special a, I'm sure we've been in worse."(Action)[Polly hovers slightly above my shoulder height (so it can see over me), in the square behind me.] [Still doing his own checks and Informing me as needed] (speech)"Lets us go see what's behind door number one"(Action)*I stuff away my pole, and draw my javelin, opening the door and carefully look in, Javelin in hand preparing a ready action to toss it at the first and if multiple closest hostile creature I see.*(Action)[Polly also prepares a ready action to shoot a burst of light at the first hostile (and if multiple closest), mimicking its owner]I'm sure by now something interesting is happened... If not well then you can describe me the next room All that just to open one door? No traps that either of you could detect with your searching. The door slides open easily, revealing an unlit hall running to the south and east. To the east, it runs beyond the range of your torch's light. After ten feet, it splits to the north and west. After thirty feet, there is a door on the north side of the hall. To the south, it runs for thirty feet before teeing to the east and west. After twenty feet, it splits east. Originally Posted by Fanatic All that just to open one door? 'd Seen so. And here I was expecting to die in the first minute. Originally Posted by Fanatic The door slides open easily, revealing an unlit hall running to the south and east. To the east, it runs beyond the range of your torch's light. After ten feet, it splits to the north and west². After thirty feet, there is a door on the north side of the hall. To the south, it runs for thirty feet before teeing to the east and west. After twenty feet, it splits east. ² Don't you mean South? As it already came from the west. (Heading east)So Assuming the Corridors are 10ft Wide, I'm looking at... Spoiler Hide or did I misunderstand some bit. If I did Feel free to correct me. If not. Once again stop me if I die, Explode, Get eaten, Or stumble upon heaps of riches.*Polly and I Move to the East, Checking both corridors. Both With The Shoot Closest Hostile. Ready Actions.* If still nothing, as in i didn't fall down a big pit, or got jumped by big critters that wanted to eat me.*I check the door to see if it explodes on prodding*Ancienter in formation with our basic Shoot Closest Hostile. Ready Actions. And you can describe me a new room. Originally Posted by Angelic_Dawn ² Don't you mean South? As it already came from the west. (Heading east) Yes, I did. Sorry. So Assuming the Corridors are 10ft Wide, I'm looking at... Spoiler Hide The corridors are five feet wide. You have the eastern hallway correct, but you seem to have tripped up on the south one. Thirty feet from you to the wall at the end. There, it goes to the east and west. Twenty feet from you to the split to the east.Edit: I'll give you a map, one moment. Here:Spoiler Hide Excellent, TVM, Well in light of that nice map. I'm sticking to the previous plan Onwards to the Door! Edit: PS, What's the map generator program you just used for that? Edit2: added spoiler tags to keep the thread cleaner At the split to the north and south, you see that the hall continues north for twenty feet before turning east, or south for twenty feet before turning west. Fifteen feet to the south, there is a door on the east side of the hall. Did you still want to continue east? Yups, as written that's my course of action unless I encounter a trap, monsters, or possible treasure. So if nothing but more corridors, I'm sticking to my current plan I can give you a few hours of updates if you want (I believe you said you want me to DM this.) or you can keep Fanatic if you prefer. If you want me to DM this, then what is your moving through the halls' method? Spoiler Hide Yes I did say that, in case you had fewer players beseeching you/More free time. As Tender's Dungeon of doom had quite a long waiting time per action. So what it comes down to. Whom ever of you two got the better Players/Time ratio, So I can play more Tho probably also a bit dependent on GMT - post times. In which case I think Fanatic might be the better choice... I think. Edit: Heck so far its working fine, so I'm not complaining, Think I'm Sticking to Fanatic for president. Ten feet to the east of the split, you feel the floor start to fall out beneath you. Reflex save. Reflex - (1d20+2)[6]And Polly well he can float. Splat. You fall down a 20ft deep pit, taking(2d6)[7]bludgeoning damage. And now for the climb out. Originally Posted by Fanatic Splat. You fall down a 20ft deep pit, taking Use Rope - (1d20+2)[4] bludgeoning damage. And now for the climb out. (Speech)Ouch me bum!(Automatic Action)*Fast Hall 1 hp as it works till I'm above half hp. (half being 7 Above being 8)*(Action)*Ok Grab me Rope and Grappling hook.*Use Rope - (1d20+2)[4]Or else if that fails keep throwing as long as is needed. Climb - (1d20-1)[4]Same for climb checks. Waiting to Heal up to my 8 hp check point every time I fail and fall down before making a new attempt. As long as it takes... Actually doesn't Damage reduction work on falling DMG? PA CR. So I make no progress. Well let's see how often that happens. Or if I can manage to throw a 2 or less and take some additional DMG.[roll=Climb]1d20-1[/roll]Edit: Oh right you can't preview it. It does, so long as it isn't DR/bludgeoning. So. Climb - (1d20-1)[6] Huzzah Above 5. So I made it up a bit farther up second go. How many checks does it take actually? (as my char isn't that fast)Just in case... Well take as many as you want. Spoiler Hide Climb - (1d20-1)[7] Climb - (1d20-1)[7] Climb - (1d20-1)[5] Climb - (1d20-1)[13] Climb - (1d20-1)[16] Climb - (1d20-1)[18] Climb - (1d20-1)[9] Climb - (1d20-1)[13] Climb - (1d20-1)[16] Climb - (1d20-1)[15] Climb - (1d20-1)[4] Climb - (1d20-1)[13] Yup no 1's or 2's. So no extra falling involved. Ok after cursing bit under my breath ill continue as planned. The DC is, like, 0. You have a corner and chimney to modify your climb (-15 DC). Just about anyone can get out. Oops, assumed it was DC 5. Forgot the additional modifiers.Ah, well rather too much then to little. And if I live to the next level ill (hopefully) soon have a -15+ Ac check modifier You reach the door without further troubles. Remind me again what, if any, special senses your character has? Not any whatsoever, Doubt he even has much common sense. Edit:As usual...*I check the door to see if it explodes on prodding**Ancienter in formation with our basic Shoot Closest Hostile. Ready Actions.*And you can describe me a new room. Ah. There's a tiny problem with your readied action strategy. Readying an action requires that you don't take any actions after it, or the readied action is lost. Initiative is rolled on sight. Thus, either you have a readied action facing a closed door, or you open the door and have to roll initiative, denying yourself the readied action. Polly can, of course, ready an action to do something when you open the door. With that in mind, what do you want to do? Sorry. Been ages since I last got to play (Hence making an attempt at forum Based play)well then ill Set my aura to DMG shield (acid:2)and open the Door in defensive Formation. Polly doing the readying. Opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_ 1||||| 2||||| 3|||1|| 4||||| 5|||||[/table] There is an incredibly ugly, blue-scaled humanoid inside the room. Blue and red flames flicker in its open mouth. It wears long robes, but they are so worn and burnt that they do very little to conceal the chain mail beneath them. Roll initiative: (1d20+2)[17] Grim:Initiative - (1d20+2)[8]Polly:Initiative - (1d20+5)[11] wait doesn't Polly get to make an attack now before everything else. As he still had a ready action. On that note.attack - (1d20+5)[25]DMG - (1d4+1)[3] Possible CRT. Crit confirmation - (1d20+5)[23] Don't the ranged attacks of Soul sparks have a range of 5 feet? oops, re-reading the soul spark entry, it seems your right. Well save it till the enemy is in range then I suppose.(stands right in front of me)(if it stays there and does something ranged, well then disregard it I suppose) It moves into the doorway (triggering the readied action; CRT confirms. Bonus damage:(1d4+1)[2]) and breathes a short gout of acid over you. You and the soul spark take(1d4)[1]acid damage, reflex half, and are entangled for(1d4)[3]rounds. If you don't take any damage, you aren't entangled. Unless The gout of acid is magical, I take 0 DMG. And unless its good aligned, The Spark also takes 0 DMG. Edit: needed to repost rolls, keep forgetting you can't preview :/ Damage reduction isn't energy resistance. And it's a breath weapon, which is supernatural, which is magical. So yeah, take acid damage. Edit: and as you can see DMG taken, and annoying effect included Grim. Free Action: Drop Javelin, Move action: Draw morning star, Standard Action: Bash Monster with morning star. Attack - (1d20+2)[4](-2 Due to entangle Included)in case its neededCrit confirmation - (1d20+2)[21](-2 Due to entangle Included)And also in case its needed, Dmg - (1d8+4)[10]Polly. Standard: Zap monster With Beam of light. Attack - (1d20+1)[16](-4 (also -4 DEX) Due to entangle Included)in case its neededCrit confirmation - (1d20+1)[8](-4 (also -4 DEX) Due to entangle Included)And also in case its needed, Dmg - (1d4+1)[2] Grim's attack misses by a mile. Polly's just hits. Both of you take(1d6)[2]ongoing acid damage from the entangling substance. It breathes a line of fire over the two of you, dealing(1d6)[4]fire damage, reflex half. Grim.reflex - (1d20)[19](Entangle still included)Polly.reflex - (1d20+2)[18](Entangle still included) Both pass. Whether or not I take extra DMG ill be trying to swing at it a bit more. Think that's all I can do as I'm still nailed to the floor. Grim. Standard Action: Bash Monster with morning star. Swift Action, Set Aura To Vigor: Fast Healing 1, As long as your not above Half HP. Attack - (1d20+2)[7](the -2 Due to entangle still Included)in case its needed Attack - (1d20+2)[4](the -2 Due to entangle still Included)And also in case its needed, Dmg - (1d8+4)[11]Polly. Standard: Zap monster With Beam of light. Attack - (1d20+1)[15](-4 (also -4 DEX) Due to entangle Included)in case its needed Attack - (1d20+1)[12](-4 (also -4 DEX) Due to entangle Included)And also in case its needed, Dmg - (1d4+1)[4] The attacks miss.(1d6)[4]ongoing acid damage. It breathes another stream of fire over you, dealing(1d6)[6]fire damage, reflex half. Well that's going well :/ Grim. Reflex - (1d20)[5](Entangle still included)Polly.reflex - (1d20+2)[11](Entangle still included) Both saves fail. Again DMG or not still nailed to the floor... so. Grim. Standard Action: Bash Monster with morning star. Swift Action, Redistribute 1 Essential from Natural AC to Polly's Offensive Ability. Attack - (1d20+2)[6](Last round entangle)in case its needed Attack - (1d20+2)[5](Last round entangle)And also in case its needed, Dmg - (1d8+4)[10]Polly. Standard: Zap monster With Stronger Beam of light. Attack - (1d20+3)[11](Last round entangle)in case its needed Attack - (1d20+3)[12](Last round entangle)And also in case its needed, Dmg - (1d4+2)[4] This is going so well. And they miss again.(1d6)[1]ongoing acid damage, then the entanglement is gone. The creature breathes a gout of entangling fire on you, dealing(1d3)[3]fire damage, reflex half, and entangling for(1d4)[4]rounds. Grim.reflex - (1d20+2)[14]Polly.reflex - (1d20+4)[23] Again nailed to the Floor. Grim. Standard Action: Bash Monster with morning star. Attack - (1d20+2)[13](the -2 Due to entangle Again)in case its needed Attack - (1d20+2)[10](the -2 Due to entangle Again)And also in case its needed, Dmg - (1d8+4)[10]Polly.(About to die)Standard: Zap monster With Stronger Beam of light. Attack - (1d20+2)[10](the -4 Due to entangle Again)in case its needed Attack - (1d20+2)[11](the -4 Due to entangle Again)And also in case its needed, Dmg - (1d4+2)[3] Can't even hit the broadside of a dragon Edit: Wait sec Soul sparks have evasion, meaning it dodged it entirely? :)So if he isn't entangled then?, Add +4 To hitting score.(doubt it'll be enough still) Grim fails the reflex save. With evasion, Polly takes no damage, and is not entangled. Polly's attack misses. Take(1d6)[6]ongoing fire damage from the entanglement. The creature then breathes a short gout of electricity over you, dealing(1d8)[2]electric damage. Grim. Standard Action: Bash Monster with morning star. Swift Action move a point of essential from DR/Magic to Rage Claw talons. Attack - (1d20+2)[8](the -2 Due to entangle)in case its needed Attack - (1d20+2)[21](the -2 Due to entangle)And also in case its needed, Dmg - (1d8+4)[5]Polly. Standard: Zap monster With Stronger Beam of light. Attack - (1d20+6)[26]in case its needed Attack - (1d20+6)[24]And also in case its needed, Dmg - (1d4+2)[4] CRT damage from Polly:(1d4+2)[3] Polly takes him down. Two more rounds of entanglement:(1d6)[6](1d6)[4] Entangle DMG only applying to me ill assume. Ooo, Close, :/Yay for essential'd up Rage claw. Ok I think We'll not move and Fast heal till I'm above half Hp, (Aura Has till above half hp limit)And Polly shifts DMG Essential → Fast Healing 1. To get back to full again. (no limit) Edit: After getting to that Healy point, Redistribute essential back to basic.(As in Natural Ac, And DR)Assuming no extra evil critters jump up half way to finish the job.(would be a darn mean thing to do)Ill Go loot the room, Safely, 10ft pole in hand, poking floor, walls and ceiling, Both Doing checks, And obviously looking for treasure. And of Seeing if the critter had anything interesting on it. You get 150xp and a set of chain mail, but you don't find anything else of note in the room. "Very lethal critters, lousy treasure, I don't like this dungeon"*as grim Pulls a Big Bag out of his Backpack, stuffs The chain in it**Looking at Polly*Wonder if that other room had better treasure.(very nonchalantly after being almost killed)*Blank stare**picks up Quickened action dropped javelin again, stuffs it back in his place*and. Onwards Tom inevitable demise the other door on my map (and yours) (the one in the hallway) How are you getting back across the pit?(Apologies for the lack of updates.) me, I'm just obliviously going to wander into it again fall down, Hurt myself. Fast heal back to Current, (if its even needed, also got DR/6)And climb back out with a DC of -Lots. Edit: (and Np, wasn't that fast this week either) After that, Wander to door, Drop Bag O loot. (1x Chain)Poke door (with 10ft pole)Draw Javelin, Ready Action Polly to hit the closest Hostile. (When it comes/is in range)Open door. Those be my actions Unless at some stage during this I explode, encounter treasure, etc. But disregarding noticing new corridors and doors. (that won't make me change my actions)(tough It's still mighty useful for my mapping, if you could mention me noticing them)Edit: And if I happen to wander into more pit traps like the previous one, Fall into it face first, Curse, Grumble, Fast Heal if needed, Climb out, Continue (With the Scripted actions). Well, assuming control of the thread:You fall face-first into another pit 5' south of the crossroads, take some damage, and fast-heal out of it, and otherwise reach the door without issues. How much effort are you using with that pole to poke the door? Just out of interest.more than 15-20lb, or less? Less :).(as to not notify any BBE guys in there)Edit: And Yay I'm getting High jacked. Smart Fella...but you're now hit by: (1d8)[7] darts. Use as appropriate: (1d20+3)[14] (1d6)[5] (1d20+3)[13] (1d6)[5] (1d20+3)[22] (1d6)[3] (1d20+3)[8] (1d6)[2] (1d20+3)[18] (1d6)[1] (1d20+3)[15] (1d6)[4] (1d20+3)[11] (1d6)[4] (1d20+3)[20] (1d6)[3]Sorry, got my notes mixed up. Opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_ 1||||| 2||||| 3||||| 4||||B|H[/table] There is a door at A-2, which you are just outside, another at E-4, south side and another at E-3. There is a human wearing a chain shirt and holding a long sword standing behind a beast with patchy dark fur that covers its unhealthy shrunken black skin in some places. Open sores dot its hide and a feral, catlike head glances with its blank eyes at the wall in front of it. Initiative:(1d20+2)[15] one hits me, but can't overcome the DR. No DMG taken, And continue Pets always going either right before or after their owners. (or so I recall)Edit: Note to self do not preview. Another edit: ok ignored. Initiative roll breed. And the darts are for something else, ignore them. Look up 4 posts, in that spoiler. You need to roll Initiative. Initiative(1d20+2)[17]Edit: So my mistake, missed that. Throw javelin at Beast.(1d20)[2]If needed DMG(1d8+4)[5]Draw Weapon. Poly keeps His ready action. (as a protection for me when/if they get in his range (him being in the same square as me)) You miss. The beast disappears, though, as the human moves forward to C2, and then unleashes a wave of color that washes over you. Will saves, please. Grim[roll]1d20+1[/roll]Polly(1d20+4)[9] Color spray. If you absorb it, this is probably a very easy fight for you. Absorb the low level spell. Well easy i wouldn't say yet, he Still has a big sword, And some evil beauty. And Polly is probably knocked out. But definitely easier then the previous one that I ended with around -10 hp (Yay for upgraded rage claws)still need some energy resistance... Anyways if they won't come to me, ill go to them. With the beauty missing. Edit: Dammit keep previewing posts. (Move action)Walk towards guy. (assuming he's within 15ft, I'm not that fast, makes me stop in B2 I think)(standard action)Whack with Stick on the guy.(1d20+4)[22]if needed DMG(1d8+4)[12] The guy dies.150 XP, Chain shirt, long sword. Beauty seems to have been an illusion. DOH! >And here I was expecting something a lot more lethal considering the last room.(Actions)Get my Loot Bag, and stuff the new-found items in it. Retireve javelin, and stick it back in its place. Smack Polly around, till he wakes up.I'm going to go for the E3 door, Drop my loot bag, get my pole, Poke door.(dunno why I keep doing thetas it'll probably reveal nothing)Draw Javelin. Polly does his basic ready action, (Zap things that come in range)Open door. Stop me at any point if I explode or find heaps upon heaps of treasure. More...lethal? This guy probably has the highest kill count going. Color spray is breed. As you leave the room, you explode you can see 10' to the north, and 10' to the south. To the north there's a turn to the east after 10', and to the south there's a turn west after 10'. ok, ok, what I meant was, I'm expecting to either die, or at least be near death from any room I dare enter, considering what I've read in the recruiting thread :P (and my first room experience)Edit: And lol, wait you guys keep score/Kill counts? Anyways, meh boring more corridors, (Action)Hoping for some action, Grim heads Back into the room, and Opens the E4 door South side*.*Per my standard script(*IE: Bring along loot bag, Drop loot bag, Poke door, Draw javelin, Polly prep ready action, Open door.) There is a red and white bullseye painted onto the floor just outside the door. Make a spot check. Grim(1d20-5)[13]Polly (1d20+6)[21]Hoping Polly at least notices and warns me, by buzzing around me flashing Brightly. You see a red and white painted bullseye on the ground. So does Polly. Great a red and white bullseye, Now what I got an intellect of 8... Hm. I Poke it With my Stick(10ft pole). (one of my Three solutions to everything) (5d100)[211] Platinum Pieces fall from the ceiling!!! Nothing happens. LOL.x)Hm... looks left. Looks right. (>O.o)>Steps on the bullseye. To your left (East), the corridor ends after 5' and turns north. To your right (West), the corridor extends 45', with a north split after 35', and a turning south at the end. But nothing happens when I step on it? o. O A shower of gold coins rains down from the ceiling, bathing you in wealth and welts.*cough*Don't mind me. Oooh its alive, Alive!(pc working again?) Why would anything happen when you stepped on it? It's a painted bullseye. Hit it with an arrow, maybe something will happen... but i don't have an arrow. Ok ok Mr funny pants. Confused but more bored than confused, and not in possession of Said arrow the magical voice in the sky was talking about. Grim wanders onwards to the door. And final opens it*(IE as per above order/instructions)And probably sees. Originally Posted by terminally sick To your left (East), the corridor ends after 5' and turns north. To your right (West), the corridor extends 45', with a north split after 35', and a turning south at the end. Well then i hm. Wander to the west split. Looking for doors. Sorry, that was what happened after you opened the door in E4. The bullseye was just outside the door, and the corridor described is the corridor you're in now. Well hm... despite my/grim's lousy spot skills... As I have no arrows to poke it with, the bullseye is boring, Onwards to the West!. You head West, look north, and you see the door of the very first room you arrived in at the end of the hall. DOH, wandering in circles, maybe I should grab my ink jar, pen & parchment and draw me a map. Happen to have one I can copy Mr voice in the sky?. Edit: If not I head back east, and go north. You wander past the two doors from the room you just cleared, and take the turn east 10' past the second door. You see a door on the south wall 15' down the corridor, and it turns north 5' after that. Louis Door. Head for it, and open it*(*BLA BLA BLA) Opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_ 1||||| 2||||| 3||||1| 4||||| 5||||| [/table] There is a door at B5, which you are just outside, and another at B1. There is an orc in the middle of the room. It holds a Ripper and wears a chain mail, as well as a pair of goggles. Initiative:(1d20)[11] Just to let you know, the color spray caster you said was weak is apparently angry, and taking it out on poor Eddie. 2 straight kills before he landed a blow. Initiative(1d20+2)[19]Poor Ned, well color spray is quite a good spell. He should've brought some spells resistance or some such with him Huzzah first strike. Throw Javelin. Hit(1d20+2)[20]DMG(1d8+4)[12](if needed)Stick here in this square, Polly protecting me, (This time He's bound to get a Shot off before it hits me, unless it throws his weapon at me :/) He's dead.150XP, Chain mail, Ripper, Javelin, Sun dark Goggles.(d100)[75] d100? Platinum pieces? Ps: what are the stats of a ripper? Or those goggles And lol, I'm assuming that javelin I found IN him is my own A ripper is from the Planar Handbook. It has the same stats as a Great sword, except that it does pierce damage and costs 5 GP more. It's a spear version of a Great sword, really. Sundark Goggles let you ignore Light Sensitivity. 10gp, Races of the Dragon. And no, he has a javelin of his own. I'm not entirely sure on the Ripper's price, but mechanically it's a Piercing Great sword. And no, he had his own javelin, too. You also find on a quick inspection of the room, a stash of(2d2)[4]*10 GP in the corner. Cool I'm going to wear those goggles, Stuff the rest in my loot bag, Edit: (I'm grabbing a second bag from my backpack, as I'm assuming else it won't be sturdy enough to hold it all)(not that it matters a lot as ill leave it behind next to every door I dragged it to right before I enter a room (Yes still keeping track of +/- weight to see if I can still drag it, not there yet)But as you didn't correct me on it. Sooo they are platinum pieces? In any Event, "Dewier!" Runs off to the door, Sets up, and does the opening*(*BLA die BLA) As you open the door, swarming fangirls mob you, overwhelmed by the coolness of your new shades. They're GP. You open the door, and you see a featureless corridor, stretching further than your light reaches, both to the east and west. No swarming fangirls :/To bad Grim would have liked that. Not even a door as a consolation prize. Well IMA heading hm... East!. Move 30' and fall down a pit, move 40' more and fall down another pit, blah blah blah, take a left turn after 15', blah, take another left after 20', then another after 30', then fall in another pit, climb out and turn right, travel 30', turn right again, 10' then left, and you see a dead end 5' in front of you. If i couldn't fast heal I'd be so upset right now. Now It's just very amusing. Ok back again the other way I suppose. Lots of falling involved. But in the end ill get there :) You make it back to the Orc room, now where to? Well I went east previously, and saw a very interesting yet very fiendish part of this dungeon, (I'm sure it provided you with lots of laughs? Does it have a high kill count? anyway, West now then I suppose. Most people don't fall into pits, surprisingly. You went east, so I think you're now going west... From the orc door, you travel 30', fall in a pit, 35', turn right, 10', turn right, and you can now see the bullseye you trod on before. I really need to go draw a map I suppose You can go: Out the north exit from Mr Bad Breath's room, East from the southern exit from Mr Bad Breath's room, Or north at the initial intersection. What light source do you have? I had tied the torch I found in room 1 to my shield.*wonders how much time has passed since then, probably not that much*PS: sec I'm trying to draw a map ok Drawn. So that'd mean it would sorta, kinda, probably, maybe look something like this? Spoiler Hide And hm. Going East At Mr very bad breath's room. (When is stand in front of it). That's...not terrible. It's wrong in a fair few ways, but IDK how to cut the map down to give you only a section. East from bad Breath's room would have you walk 30', and reach a north/south split, to the south the corridor goes 10' before turning west, and to the north it goes 10' before turning east.20' to your east, the corridor turns south, and there's a door on the eastern wall. "Door!"I am gonna rush towards it and open it per normal script, With a new addition, It being: after the regular stuff I'll from now on open doors in Defensive stance.(everything else being done per usual)Edit:PS: I suggest : Print Screen, then apply some Paint Cutting skills to cut some bits out. I'll get a map up for you soon, then. Opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_ 1|||||| 2|||||| 3|||||| 4|||1||| 5|||||| 6||||||[/table] There is a door at A-6 west, which you are just outside, another at E-1 and another at F-4. There is a kobold wearing a chain shirt and holding a short sword. Initiative:(1d20+5)[17] Map: You started in #12. A kobold? Once again I'm not impressed. I hope it stays that way. Initiative - (1d20+2)[8]Edit: And Yay TVM for the map *Juggles* PS: as per ready action If it/a hostile comes within 5ft of me/next to me. Polly zaps it. Attack - (1d20+6)[21]DMG - (1d4+2)[4]Apply if needed. The Kobold moves towards you. I think Polly's readied action goes off...if he's still alive:A small fire elemental appears behind you, flanking you to allow him to attack. His blade twists, and a glowing copy of it appears, and both blades swiftly strike at you.(d20+6)[17]vs Flatfooted AC(d20+6)[20]vs Flatfooted Acid either hit:(d4+4)[5]If both hit:(1d6)[1]extra damage. IF one cries:(d20+6)[24](d4+4)[7]He is wreathed in shadows, giving him a 20% miss chance on attacks against him. Miss chance - (d100)[17]miss on 20 or less.(For Polly's attack) Damned miss chance thingy. Oh well m My Ac was good enough. As I was still in said defensive stance. If caught flat-footed, (tho I was total expecting enemy's still an Ac of 23.) So my attack then I suppose and poly as well at kobold.I'm going to drop my javelin as a free action, draw my whacking stick as a move, And Defensibly whack him with Stick. (-4 to hit +3 Ac (Got a Trait for that))AC =25Swift Action swap aura to Energy shield.(considering that nifty +6 to hit thing of him looks dangerous, he might actually hit me :/) (tho I still would've got DR hm. Grim. Attack - (1d20)[12]DMG - (1d8+4)[10]Polly attack - (1d20+6)[12]DMG - (1d4+2)[6] forgot miss chance miss - (1d100)[48]miss - (1d100)[72]Tho I doubt I hit anything. What is this defensive stance, by the way? I can't find it on the character sheet. Both of you miss, and as he swings at you next, his blade is wreathed in flame and shadows.(d20+4)[5](d4+4)[7]+(d6)[5]+(d6+1)[7]fire damage. oh, I meant performing said action Defensively. Ps:Trait Cautious: +1 Dodge Bonus to Ac When ever you fight Defensively & -1 On saves Vs fear Effects. Fighting defensively, yes...not opening a door.plus you lose dodge bonuses when flatfooted. Grim.attack - (1d20)[18]DMG - (1d8+4)[8]Polly attack - (1d20+6)[17]DMG - (1d4+2)[4]PS:Ok sorry didn't know that, well then I take 5 DMG of yours, Does my DR apply? Two misses. Yeah, the DR applies, I just needed to know whether the kobold knows you have DR.Since he does... He just stands there. Smiling. Smiling? I don't like that :/ It's your turn. Attack - (1d20)[17]DMG - (1d8+4)[8]Swift action, shift Essential from Polly To more AC, i don't trust that Kobold. Attack - (1d20+5)[6]DMG - (1d4+1)[2] The kobold steps aside, to A5. He continues smiling. Grim grows angry with the silly smile on the kobolds face heck s*** it is else this'll take forever. And who knows he might be leading me into some kind of trap. I don't know.5ft step. None Defensive. Attack - (1d20+4)[14]DMG - (1d8+4)[6]Shift back Essential to Polly again (Offense section)5ftattack - (1d20+6)[25]DMG - (1d4+2)[4] for Polly who probably hitsmisschance - (1d100)[40] Polly hits, and does a fair bit of damage. A fire elemental appears behind you, distracting you long enough for him to attack. The second copy of his blade appears again, and strikes.(d20+6)[18](d20+6)[19](d4+4)[6]Plus [roll]1d6[/roll cold damage if they both hit and if one crit:(d20+6)[15](d4+4)[8] AC=21. So no go. But that's one damn sneaky kobold. Ima going to go back to defensive mode. And this time I'm sticking in it :/Shift essential back to N. Ac. And defensively, AC = 25.attack - (1d20)[10]DMG - (1d8+4)[10]attack - (1d20+5)[10]DMG - (1d4+1)[4] That's a miss, and he falls over after attacking.150XP, small short sword, small chain shirt. Wait did it just die of boredom? Regardless get loot bags, stuff it all in loot bags, Check room for more loot. Also stuff it in bags. Go to eastern door. Open it*(* As per basic then I suppose, seeing Defensively didn't do anything according to you) He was at 0 HP, made an attack, and lost 1HP for acting while at 0. Outside the door, you go 5' turn left, 10', turn right, 10', turn right, 10', fall down a pit, climb out, 10', turn left, and you see a North/South T 10' in front of you. Meh boring corridors, i go back, fall down the pit (Face first), and head back to the other door. Aaaaand Open it*(* Ya get the point)And lol, At a very sneaky kobold. The corridor goes 25' to the west before turning north, and 35' east before turning south. 5' to the east, it splits north. Ok suppose ill have to take to the hallways. East Then North at the Split you go 10' north, 30' east, 20' north, turn west and can see a door at the end of the corridor after 15' Dewier! I like doors Open it per usual*+Aura set to DMG shield. Opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_ 1||| 2||| 3||| 4||| 5||| 6||1|[/table] There is a door at A5 and C5. At 15ft above ground there is a metallic, dog-sized, bug looking construct. Initiative: (1d20+3)[6] Initiative - (1d20+2)[9]/Filler. My usual Boring approach, But heck its working so far why change a winning tactic. Stay in the door opening. (outside)toss Javelin, Draw Morning star. And hope it approaches triggering Polly. Attack - (1d20+2)[12]DMG - (1d8+4)[5] It breathes acid at you.(3d4)[11]acid damage reflex halves. Meh, so much for winning tactics. Ps: would DMG reduction apply? Edit: Got 6/Magic. Reflex - (1d20+2)[22] Nope, but you do make the save. Your turn, then. I close the door, Turn on fast healing, and will try and keep it closed. ? Nothing much happens for a turn. Only a turn? Hm. Ill stick here for at least 3 more, or until the door breaks or such. Edit: in the meantime I need to think of either a plan, or think of going somewhere else. Ps: if I'd be in melee with it, would that provoke AOO's if it wanted to shoot me? The creature take a 5' step through the wall next to the door, and attacks with both claws.(d20+1)[12](1d4)[3](d20+1)[14](1d4)[2]Boo. Steps through the walls? O.o*Panics*Well so much for running and hiding, to the Death I say, you foul beauty. GrimAttack - (1d20+4)[19]DMG - (1d8+4)[12]Polly Attack - (1d20+6)[18]DMG - (1d4+2)[3] It attacks once.(d20+1)[20](d4)[4] oh nice, as long as it ain't Energy attacks I got a good chance. Ps still miss, Current Ac = 21. Die already! GrimAttack - (1d20+4)[22]DMG - (1d8+4)[12]Polly Attack - (1d20+6)[14]DMG - (1d4+2)[5] It's dead.150XP. Oh nifty, let me go check the room for loots. Taking 20.anything I find ill stick in my bag's. And ill prep for, and open the door* on the other side Outside the door you see a 20' corridor, with a turning north after 10', and a T south/north after 20'. So I'm assuming no new loots then, Could've expected. As it's an animal. Still doesn't hurt to check Hm. First one north. It goes 30' north before an east-west T-junction. East :)/filler. To the east, you see a turning north after 20', and the corridor turns south after 30'. To the west, the corridor turns south after 10'. Some more to the north.Let's see how big this dungeon really is. How are you checking for traps again? In other words there are traps here. Anyways, I used to check with my pole. But it didn't seem to work, and gave up on that. Ever since I've been detecting pits with the front side of my face.(It's just that I got unlimited pseudo fast healing/1) Ahhh yes... Well, you head 10' north, 10' west, detect a pit with your face when you head north, climb out to the north of the pit, turn east, and you see a large green notecard hanging from the wall facing you 10' away. The corridor turns north at that point. Loots, I take it and stuff it in my Bag. Onwards to the north. You do realize that it's notecard, right? That presumably says something? Meh. Reading is for chumps, Trying to keep Grim in Character, he ain't that bright. Ok ok ill bite, What's on the card? "You've been poisoned. Have fun." Make, say...3 fort saves. -.-'' wonder if that had also happened if i hadn't read it. Fortitude - (1d20+5)[24]Fortitude - (1d20+5)[22]Fortitude - (1d20+5)[21]Edit: LOL at fort rolling skills. Edit2: Stuff card in loot bag, and onwards to the north! You feel no different. Remind me that you read the card when we get to the next combat. You go 10' north before reaching a T. To the east the corridor goes 20' before headed south, to the west it goes 40' before going south. *Scribble* *Draws some more map*First go east, and if I wander in a circle, then go north and end up here again. After I made said potential circle (just to make sure)Go West. If it doesn't go as I expect (it doesn't go in a circle), well keep informing me as I go It does indeed go in a circle (quite a long one, but meh). Your face met another pit on the way, but you healed. You go west 40', and look south, to see a door on the eastern wall after 20', and the corridor turns east after 50'. My Ever Cheery: Door! What can I say he really, really likes doors. Prep to open it*And.... open it. Your charge to meet the door is interrupted by a pit meeting your face. You climb out, and the door is no longer there. Just kidding, it's still there. Opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_ 1||||| 2|||||S 3||||| [/table] You see 3 demon squirrels on the wall, at +5, +10, and +15 elevation. (d20+3)[6] (d20+3)[17] (d20+3)[11] Demon squirrels, cool. Initiative - (1d20+2)[18] Throw, @ Closest Attack - (1d20+2)[15]DMG - (1d8+4)[12]Grab morning star. Set Aura To Energy shield. You skewer one, but then suddenly the room is plunged into darkness. You see nothing inside the room. Hm. My Soul spark should give off some light... I hope. (Can glow like a sun rod)I send it inside. Energy shield aura still active, So if something should hit it, it gets 2 return acid DMG. Edit: placing it at A3. (or A2 or where ever the door was) 2...acid damage? Ugh. It gets attacked by two squirrels, though you still see nothing.(d20+6)[13](d20+6)[23]They do 1 damage if they hit. One miss. One hits. And takes 2 acid DMG. Does its DR 1/Good apply?(suppose a Demon ain't likely to be good)Edit:In any event, 1 DMG per attack? Awsome. Despite not being able to see anything, Its just going to hover there in the dark, I Shift essential in the spark from Offense to Fast Healing 1. While it either tries's to kill them by them suiciding on my spark. Or till it finds them so it can attack them. Edit 2: Barring some unforeseen hiccup in that plan, repeat till Thar dead. Or till the spark has lost 6 hp, in that case retreat it. Oh, I'm an idiot. As it enters the darkness, it takes(1d6)[5]damage, and needs to make a fort save. The DR does apply to the squirrel attacks(d20+6)[13](d20+6)[22]This ones dies after attacking. Fortitude - (1d20+4)[22]5 DMG? Wonder how often that'll repeat. Trying the above tactic for some more rounds, waiting to see if I can find it, or if it kills me. (or it kills itself)If the 5dmg thingy triggers again Retreat spark. Edit: PS: I assume Grim has to make some fort saves or such? As you wanted me to remind you I read a green note... they really should make them red. Take as many as needed. Fortitude - (1d20+5)[20]Fortitude - (1d20+5)[17]Fortitude - (1d20+5)[16]and one more just in case. Fortitude - (1d20+5)[18] Only the one, as he entered the darkness, and since grim's not in combat, it makes no difference. I'm going to say you win, as the soul spark just kills the squirrel when it attacks, and then heals straight away.150XP. Where to now? First Grim sticks his finger into the darkness. If it feels any bit DMG, wait for it to heal, and try again, If no DMG enter. And search the room in the pitch black for loot.(assuming It's still black)Taking 20, on my knees slowly if need be.(as to not miss anything, or walk into 7 traps at once)If it keeps being DMG. Well hm. Go back to the starting room. Take the first hallway to the east of it.(the one heading north)(Think i haven't explored that one yet.) You stick your finger into the darkness.take(d6)[4]damage, and make a fort save. From that turning, you go north 20', east 10', north 10' more, and see:To the east: A split north after 20', a door south after 30', a turning south and a door north 50' away, where the corridor ends. To the west: a split north after 20' and the corridor turns north after 30'. So I assume it kept dealing my DMG every time I tried?. Qoute:wait for it to heal, and try again*, If no DMG enter**. And search the room in the pitch black for loot.(assuming It's still black)Taking 20, on my knees slowly if need be.(as to not miss anything, or walk into 7 traps at once)If it keeps being DMG.__________*Repeat at max 3 times.**Better Wording, if at any time I try there is no more DMG enter__________________________________________________ ___if the same result, and I cannot enter every single time without taking DMG. (as I take DMG 3 times, Fast healing between each attempt)If that does work and I take no DMG at any attempt to enter, look for loot.afterward continue where I am now, if it doesn't... Well Continue where I am now. And oh Golly a door Open it* Still damaging you every time. Have you fought the lizard thingy that breathes fire? If you mean the one that also breathes acid? (and entangles)Yes.:/ i didn't like that one. (neither did I like Spotty McHugh) The first door just leads back to his room. Meh. Quick question is his corpse still there?(thinking of taking up a necromancy-is talent/skill/effect requiring corpses)Regardless. Luckely there was a second door. Open it* Yeah, I think so. Opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_ 1|||| 2||C|C| 3||C|C| 4||C|C| 5||||[/table] The room contains a large chest with a note attached to its latch. There are doors at C5, D2 and D1 north. Yeah, right a note...is it green?can I read it without touching it? And is the Chest locked, Alive. Or otherwise looking suspicious. In any event, ill grab my 10ft pole and poke it a bit. Hard! It's just a chest. And the note says:"Greater rewards await the patient man, but only a fool waits forever." hm. Ok ill be patient and leave it be for a bit.In the meantime, I'm going to collect the corpses of everything I've killed so far.(that I can reach, so no Shadowy squirrel corpses I suppose, unless the darkness has faded by now)And store them here. Also serves as double-checking any room, to see if I forgot any loot. Just because I need to be patient, and still want to have something to do. That and I'm almost leveldAfter that tedious and probably time-consuming enough endeavour.I'm sure it has had enough alone time. And ill open it. For your convenience included, Corpse Count. Mr. Bad Breath. Mr. ColorSprayAngry Orc With ripper. Un impressive Kobold. Bugsy McAcidspitAnd if possible to reach. Demony squirrel x3. When you go back after collecting the corpses, the darkness has vanished, and there are three squirrels and a shadow nugget on the floor.EDIT: And when you open the chest, it has 6 platinum pieces in. What's a shadow nugget? If It's loot, ill take it and stuff it in my bag's in passing. Optional material component of necromancy spells. Worth 1000gp. Omelet!.ill take it with me even if it explodes, poisons me or sets me on fire. Edit: huzzah the note was so right. My faith in notes has been restored. Edit 2: well if don't die by picking it up. Return with said items to the chest room, and open it. It's fine, and does nothing nasty to you. Where to, oh intrepid adventurer? Glad it decided to not harm me, To the chest room, and open the chest if besides the spiffy note that proved true, there is nothing in it?(the roomiest, (disregarding the mountain of corpses))well then, ill take to the northern door. Originally Posted by terminally sick When you go back after collecting the corpses, the darkness has vanished, and there are three squirrels and a shadow nugget on the floor. EDIT: And when you open the chest, it has 6 platinum pieces in. sorry, edited it in. alrighty, cool, ill take it with me.hm... Changing my mind instead of the north door ill take the east one first.so I can probably finish my east side map.(as I think it's a semi square shape this dungeon)(and think it'll lead me to where I've been before.)(but who knows there might be another room there I missed) Here's a Map:7 was the Chest room, by the way. Yup that's basically what it ought. Seems the dungeon is a big square.didn't have the bit outside the north door yet. But yes that would've been the door I planned to open next. Well from the north door of room 7 Head for the UN opened door. The one above room 14. And. Open it* There's a Red and White painted bullseye outside that door, on the floor. Found any arrows yet? Damn you, and your arrows. Hope ill find some before the end of this all, so I can stab you with me.(and the Bullseye's.) Still there must be something to these. Right?or is this all some kind of sick mind game to you people, darn it. Calm calm... Breathe.ok to the Door! Opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_ 1|||||| 2|||||| 3||||1|| 4||||||[/table] There are doors at A3 and F4 south. In the room is a gray-wrinkled humanoid, crawling low with claws extending from its hands. Initiative: (1d20)[18] he's fast for a wrinkly old man. Initiative - (1d20+2)[20] Still I'm Faster Yay. Aura to Energy Shield (acid:2)Javelin toss Attack - (1d20+2)[13]DMG - (1d8+4)[8]Draw Morning star. You hit, he gets angry and charges you.(d20+7)[19](1d4+2)[3] Triggers Ready Action. PollyAttack - (1d20+6)[21]DMG - (1d4+2)[3]And misses Grim Ac = 21. And we Attack as way Boring (but effective) her. As normalGrimAttack - (1d20+4)[17]DMG - (1d8+4)[8]Polly Attack - (1d20+6)[26]DMG - (1d4+2)[6] Pollucite Cone. - (1d20+6)[26]DMG - (1d4+2)[4] It dies....150XP. You search around and realize that that corridor west then north of the northern door from the chest room is the only place you haven't explored. The other exit from this room just leads to corridors (and a pit or two, but your face is good at dealing with pits.) lol. Those pits leave little up to wondering how he got a CIA of 6 and an intellect of 8. Ps1: I drag its corpse to the Chest Room.PS2:Ding!. Make it public and I'll check it for ya. (Please say I'm not going to have to deal with all my own monsters wreaking havoc across the floor...) oops sorry, Ok its public. And well yes that was kinda the plan. But don't worry, I can have only one at a time :/Edit: updated it a bit, to include more rules so you can check things easier :)I think. Edit2: Do I get essential twice or? Edit3: then again including more than Bessemer might be somewhat counterproductive ;)Edit4: for anyone still reading this, this post became irrelevant, as it no longer applies :Saves you looking it up tho, if you do want to know what Said thing does. I'm only about 5–10 books short of the full ROTC 3.5 collection. If that. Moi is my favorite one, I use it a LOT. If you're using something strange in the future, just give me a book and a page number, and I'll in all likelihood have it. As for Incarnate/Totemism:You have to maintain each soul meld list separately, and can only use incarnate soul melds for incarnate chakra binds. Your essential pool, however, is shared. Keep running for now, I'll check it as we go. Pick a creature to Zombify, I'll give you the stats.EDIT: Busy is a construct, you can't zombify that one, before you try Dang that would've been my first choice. Ok hm. Mr. Bad Breath. Edit:tough I'm sure the orc would be a better choice, i just really hate that guy. He deserves to be tormented by grim. Edit 2: if he gets any skill points stick them equal divided into hide & move silently. Hit Dice: 1d12+3 (9 HP)Initiative: +3Speed: 30 ft/20ft in armor (6 squares/4 squares in armor)Armor Class: 20 (+5 armor, +3 dexes, +2 Natural) touch 13, Flat-footed 17Base Attack/Grapple: +0/+2Attack: +2 Slam (1d6+3)Full Attack: +2 Slam (1d6+3)Space/Reach: 5ft./5ft. Special Attacks: None Special Qualities:Damage Reduction 5/SlashingEssentia Pool: 1Incarnum Defense: (+1 AC per essential, swift action to re-allocate)Incarnate Speed: (+10' speed per essential, +2 Initiative per essential. Saves: Fort -, Ref +4, Will +0 Abilities: STR 14, DEX 16, Con -, Int 8, Wis 10, CIA 1Feats: Toughness Skills: Hide +9, Move Silently +9If you put his armor back on, anyway...if not he loses that. And if you give him a simple weapon, he'd use that at +2, with the slam on the full attack at +1 for 1d6+1. Your sheet checks out fine bar the skills...you should have gotten 3 skill points this level. So... what's the lb's of each corpse? ;)Lets see how many I can take with me at once. Who knows someone might try to steal my free henchmen, I don't trust the people in this dungeon :/ They won't be stolen. I'll tell you that, just so I don't have to go looking for the weight of various creatures... You will have to limit yourself to only taking a few upstairs if you get that far, though... aah :(ok I'm not there yet tho. Well we'll cross that bridge when I come to it. Oh and yes give him some armor, got no simple weapon to spare on me tho. Well unless a javlin'd work.(probably not meeting with ranged at -4)else I got A ripper, long sword or Short sword.(none are simple, so all'd be at penalty to)Neighs ill stick to this till I find one for him. Ps: ok ill take a look at the skill points to see where I went wrong. Ah fixed, seems I forgot Azeris don't get the free bonus skill point. Logical they won't get it, Else what would be the point of humans. Sorry, the DR is 5/Magic and Slashing Which makes him nigh INVULNERABLE to Level 1–2 creatures. Ew. I want one And I'd just let him wander around with his slam for now...grab a decent simple weapon later on if you need. Oh, you took 1 damage from zombifying him. You heal a different point, so it does NOTHING.EDIT: And his armor bonus has to be 4, cos chain mail is limited to 2 dexes. Think that's it. YAR Great isn't it ^^ Brining power play to a whole new LVL. And it can make use of my aura's. Anyways... Back to the adventure at hand. Heading north then I suppose as that was the only way left I could go. And invest its essential in AC. so I have a second Grim. Ac = 21. Dr/Awesome. And Fast healing ;)Which I can sacrifice with impunity to boot. See note in previous post about its armor. To the north, you reach a T-junction. The corridor turns north 20' east, and 20' west.EDIT: Hold on, it CARRIES ON if you lose Love???? Why the hell would you not just tell it to open the door, then tell it to attack whatever's inside, close the door and come back 10 mins later and see what happened? I think you've found the latest cheeky build. YAR I give the man his armor back.I give him one of my chain mails. Can always loot it again if he bites the dust :)Yups so from this point its Mr. Bad breath on his own in rooms. Still preferably in proximity of my aura. Btw cheesy build? it's only a single soul meld, no odd combo's involved. :P (tho the aura is nice)why not get one as well for your remade LVL 2.all you need is two levels of incarnate and to be evil. Oh and East. If you lose Love (i.e. close the door) he loses the aura effects. I might well do that for Android 5. Incarnate2//Factotum1/Cloistered Cleric1. And I meant the most recent note, the chain mail has max DEX 2, so he'll have 20 AC. To the north at the turning:DOOR 25' in on the western wall, corridor turns west after 50' Essential Pool: 1Incarnum Defense: (+1 AC per essential, swift action to re-allocate)ac = 21ok completely unexpected new tactic, tell it to open the door, then tell it to attack whatever's inside, close the door and come back in a few mins Edit: yes it'll lose the aura, ah heck, got more zombies to spare. And cant bring them all with me anyway I heard. 10 +5 (armor) +2 (DEX) +2 (natural) +1(insight) = 20. Chainmail has a max DEX of 2, I forgot to account for that originally. Anyway. You hear a lot of banging from inside:Refs only:Spoiler Hide Va rag will full-attack, and drink the potion if below 5 HP. The zombie, being mindless, will just charge. Va rag attacks: (d20+6)[14] (1d6+2)[4] (d20+6)[14] (1d6+2)[7] (d20+6)[24] (1d6+2)[7] (d20+6)[23] (1d6+2)[5] (d20+6)[25] (1d6+2)[7] (d20+6)[9] (1d6+2)[6] (d20+6)[16] (1d6+2)[7] (d20+6)[23] (1d6+2)[3] (d20+6)[9] (1d6+2)[6] (d20+6)[13] (1d6+2)[7]. Zombie attacks: (d20+2)[7] (d6+3)[4] (d20+2)[8] (d6+3)[6] (d20+2)[6] (d6+3)[9] (d20+2)[22] (d6+3)[5] (d20+2)[21] (d6+3)[4] (d20+2)[3] (d6+3)[4] (d20+2)[11] (d6+3)[4] (d20+2)[18] (d6+3)[8] (d20+2)[18] (d6+3)[8] (d20+2)[11] (d6+3)[7] (d20+2)[20] (d6+3)[9] (d20+2)[12] (d6+3)[9] (d20+2)[15] (d6+3)[6] (d20+2)[11] (d6+3)[6] (d20+2)[10] (d6+3)[5] Analysis soon. Wonders what's happening in there. Dreams of no more face hitting floor for grim either.i meanies an excellent Trap detector while I'm in range (as then it can Fast heal).it just has to walk in front of me. Edit: did the sounds stop yet? You come back, and the Zombie lost, somehow. Opening the door reveals a 5x6 room, with a hairy and ferocious hobgoblin with two large horns on his head, wielding a scimitar. Initiative - (d20+6)[18] Initiative - (1d20+2)[20]Harbors my zombie wouldn't lose, You cheated well its bound to have some DMG already. Grim Javelin toss Attack - (1d20+2)[7]DMG - (1d8+4)[10]Draw Morning star.hm. Probably has some kind of energy attack then i supposes that's one of the few things bar a magical Sword DMing it. You miss. It charges.(d20+8)[27](1d6+2)[7]If 18-20(d20+8)[23](d6+2)[4]Or any attack that does more than 5 damage hurts it, too...and this guy can CRT more often than most...as he just demonstrated. So if its DR doesn't apply, Does mine? Dr 6/magic (i don't have 6/slashing tho but still) It does indeed, as did the zombies. But a CRT for 12 still does damage to the zombie, as would an attack for 7. PS: Before gritting me. Ready Action ZapPollyAttack - (1d20+6)[22]DMG - (1d4+2)[4]oh, and it takes 2 acid DMG :P Polly hits, but he's still going strong. Basic Whacking. Swap essential to N. Ac. Fight Defensively.ac = 25. GrimAttack - (1d20+2)[15]DMG - (1d8+4)[6]Polly Attack - (1d20+6)[17]DMG - (1d4+2)[5] +1 on the last one for grim btw forgot to include forgot the +1 I gained this LVL. (to hit) Polly hits, but he's still up. He attacks again: (d20+6)[25] (d6+2)[5] If CRT threat: (d20+6)[7] (d6+2)[3]You both hit, and he's badly hurt. He steps back and chugs a potion. I Take no DMG, but he is rewarded for his hit with 2 acid DMG again. I swap aura to Fast Healing. Step 5ft forwarded whack again DefensivelyGrimAttack - (1d20+3)[23]DMG - (1d8+4)[10]hovers above me per usual also 5ft forward thus. PollyAttack - (1d20+6)[11]DMG - (1d4+2)[3] CRT Cone for grim Attack - (1d20+3)[11]DMG - (1d8+4)[9]Edit: need to finish this quickly he's drinking my loot :/ He takes a fair bit of damage. Attack!(d20+6)[12](d6+2)[7]Cone(d20+6)[14](d6+2)[8] Basic Whack same as previous. GrimAttack - (1d20+3)[7]Cone - (1d20+3)[10]DMG - (1d8+4)[7]Polly Attack - (1d20+6)[9]Cone - (1d20+6)[14]DMG - (1d4+2)[4]Does he have any more pots hanging by his belt or where ever he grabbed the last one from? Nope. Only the one. HE attacks(d20+6)[15](d6+2)[8](d20+6)[26]-WASTED 20 ARGH(d6+2)[5] lol, well glad there are no more pots, else this could take forever. GrimAttack - (1d20+3)[7]Cone - (1d20+3)[9]DMG - (1d8+4)[7]Polly Attack - (1d20+6)[26]Cone - (1d20+6)[14]DMG - (1d4+2)[3] Polly hits, he's just about still going.(d20+6)[12]aiming at Polly now.(d6+2)[6](d20+6)[21](d6+2)[4] Lucky Polly. It misses, but. Only barely. Polly Ac = only 14.hm. Either be offensive and risk myself. (and I can take a few more hits)or keep defensive and risk Polly with its low 13hp. (one Good CRT)Offensively my Ac = 22. Swap aura to Acid. GrimAttack - (1d20+5)[10]Cone - (1d20+5)[6]DMG - (1d8+4)[6]Writing - (1d8+4)[8]Polly Attack - (1d20+6)[8]Cone - (1d20+6)[20]DMG - (1d4+2)[4]Writing - (1d4+2)[6]Edit: oh crud :/ Well, Polly's still hurt it more, so it's going after Polly.(d20+6)[19](d6+2)[5](d20+6)[19](d6+2)[4] CRT range 18-20 right?in either event It's still alive, and the attacker takes 2 acid DMG.(10h or 6hp left)Further plans pending, dependent on it being a CRT or not. IF it were 13-20, I'd warn you not a CRT. Ok then hm. Aura back to fast healing again. GrimAttack - (1d20+5)[19]Cone - (1d20+5)[8]DMG - (1d8+4)[10]Writing - (1d8+4)[9]Polly Attack - (1d20+6)[26]Cone - (1d20+6)[16]DMG - (1d4+2)[6]Writing - (1d4+2)[4]and retreat Polly to the square behind me. As a 5ft step. He's dead.150XP, Master worked Scimitar, Master worked Studded Leather. Ok, what's your next zombie...this guy had 3 HD, you can't do him. Darn, I wanted to zombified that one, ok. so what are the ones with 1, 2 or 3HD then? Edit:Got:Mr. ColorSprayAngry Orc With ripper. Un impressive Kobold. Demony squirrel x3. Wrinkly old ManEdit2: so I know which ones I can't pick, or was it just that one? If it was just that one I cannot do yet, Zombify the Wrinkly old guy. (with big claws) All bar the new guy can be zombie up. Wrinkly:Undead (Evil, Incarnate)Unit +0; Senses low-light vision; Listen +0, Spot +2 Languages Common AC 16, touch 12, flat-footed 14 (+4 natural)Hp 16 (2 HD); DR 5/Magic and slashing Fort -, Ref +5, Will +0Speed 30 ft. (6 squares)Melee 2 claws +5 each (1d4+3), Slam +0 (1d6+1)Space 5 ft.; Reach 5 ft. Base ATK +2; GRP +3 Abilities STR 16, DEX 15, Con -, Int 5, Wis 10, CIA 1Special Abilities:Essential Pool: 1Incarnum ToughnessIncarnum Speed. Feats: Toughness Skills Hide +7, Listen+0, Spot +2, Move silently +4I think it can wear armor, and if it wields a weapon the weapon will replace one of the claws, (or both in the case of a two-handed weapon), and the other claw would drop to +0 (1d4+1)So basically, just give it armor and let it loose. Great I stash the loot new loot, and take out a Chain mail which I give to him. Drag the corpse back to my Trusted friend, The note. (Chest room). Also investing the ESS. Into insight. Should make it ac 21 (this time)ok I exit the room I was previously in (Where I found this horned hobgoblin)Towards the West, Mr. Wrinkly taking point. So i don't have to hit my face on traps anymore. Aura To Healy. Open door*Edit: *I'm getting back to my old system of Ready action stuff. (can't trust zombies to do it on their own)with the following changes. Me opening the door, still with javelin and stuff. Him (zombie) (ordered to take a) ready action, To charge/wander in and kill what ever is inside (assuming there are enemy's to be seen)(without blocking my line of sight if at all possible.) Polly doing his own basic ready action. /poke either side of this room are just corridors, and bar a green note hanging from the wall to the west of the room, the only way to go from here is back the way you came, or to the north.EDIT: This one has AC 22. A note, ooh, I'll have Mr. Wrinkly Read it without touching it, And relay that information to me.(as so far I think notes: like their personal space / should not to be touched.) Then I suppose ill head north.Ps: recounting, +5 +1 + 16 = indeed 22, Dan git, Sorry, seems I really need to improve my counting skills :/, lucky I got you as a dm. He reads it. It said "you've been poisoned, have fun." He auto-fails fort saves. Heading north you find a 4-way junction. You came from the south To the east and north, there's a pit after 5', and the corridor goes 10' north before turning east, and 20' east before turning south.To the west it goes 10' before turning north. True but AFAIK, undead are also immune to poison Ill Go North, some more. Are you certain Necrocarnum zombies get that benefit? You hop the pit and turn east, and head 20' east.To the north, the corridor goes 30' before Ting East/west.To the east, the corridor continues 10' before turning north. There's a door on the western wall 10' to your north. Me, I'm never certain, cant seem to keep 200lb's Worth of DND Rules stuffed into my cranium.(as I think there are just that many splat books)But SRD says under the section of race types, subsection Undead.___Undead. An undead creature possesses all the following traits (unless otherwise noted in a creature’s entry).~Traits follow.____And i don't see it noted anywhere in the incarnate zombie entry that he doesn't get them. Anyways. Dooor!**I'm opening the door, still with javelin and stuff, Aura set to Energy DMG Shield. Him (zombie) (has been ordered to take a) ready action, To charge/wander in and kill what ever is inside (assuming there are enemy's to be seen)(and without blocking my line of sight if at all possible.) Polly doing his own basic ready action. (Defend's me/Zaps approaching enemy's.) Opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_ 1||||| 2||||| 3||||| [/table] There are doors at A3 west and E3 east. A string of 4 notes hangs in the center of the room. As for zombie: All the undead templates (skeleton, zombie.) have "The creature gains the normal undead traits", whereas necrocarnum zombie doesn't. I'm going to have to rule that it does *not* have those traits. Which is a problem for it, yes. Buuut, I'm also wrong on the auto-fail con checks' thing. Hence:(d20)[18](d20)[12] I'll have Mr Wrinkles read the notes and relay the information to reedit: Without him Touching the notes. Oh ok, you're the dm, But all the example undead created with the template Pg 186-187do have it listed under their special qualities tho, Special Qualities: ~Other Stuff~, Undead Traits.(so personal I'd say it's very safe to assume it has them to, as they use exactly the same template. And it would follow the Raw that any undead has them unless specifically noted it has not.)(Edit2: actually now that I grab my MM. Neither do I see "The creature gains the normal undead traits"listed under the Creating a zombie entry in the normal MM, Nor in the SRD :/ (not in the Creating skeletons entry either btw. Or I must be reading over it somehow. (could happen, don't yell at me if I did)) ... WotC are Muppets, TBH. Ugh. Undead traits, it is. And I'm trying to go through my books to get the template I used before (threw a zombie wolf at a guy who tried to stop and prepare spells.) Anyway, for now:In order, they read: “Fools rush in where angels dare not tread”, and “The follies of youth are best left behind”, and “See reverse side for care instructions” and on the reverse side “There is a reward in this room. The next note says where.” and “KABOOM!”(1d6)[5]force damage. The ceiling also starts to collapse.(d20+4)[11]reflex save DC 15 to negate the(d6)[6]damage. A sack falls from the ceiling. Yup that they are :)+? O.o. Doesn't preparing spells require you to sleep in this demon infested place? Well anyway, assuming force DMG By passes / ignores His DR/5 Slash. And assuming that ref roll is you allowing me to be lazy and speeding up the process, which he fails and takes 1 DMG from the falling ceiling after DRH's down 6hp and at HP=10. Yup, Always trust the notes to be right. Loot is in this room. And it even helped me find it. I like those notes *Nods*I look in the sack to see what's in it. And I add it to my stash. (everything in it, and the sack as well)And carry on to the next door* (*as per my new method of door opener)If said door leads me into a hallway (as I think it will, as each room seems to be stood alone)in order of preference. If I see any doors enter them* ^ Else, Go north, If that's not possible go West, If that's not possible either Go south.Edit: PS: from Fiber Morris perhaps? It got loads of nifty undead templates. Going to go with another Bumps, You seem to be quite busy lately Took on to many players (or just busy at work stuff)? Edit: or should I do things differently to make them easier to process LM sounds right. I'll look later. And yeah.he had to rest for 8 hours...hence random encounters. It was less than a day, give me a break Had a m8s bday tonight, just got back. The sack contains a pair of potions. Great I'm sticking them in my backpack. Yup, Always trust the notes to be right. Loot is in this room. And it even helped me find it. I like those notes *Nods*And carry on to the next door* (*as per my new method of door opener)If there is just more hallway. (as I think each room seems to be stood alone)Wander around till I encounter any doors. (like I care about traps)and open them*IOC:___________________________Yeah sorry about being impatient, i just love this dungeon, lots of fun, that and i want to go get some players killed myself, assuming fanatic doesn't mind, seem to be plenty of applicants Ok, thankfully you've covered a compact section of the map, so I can figure out where you've been or not been. Next door:Opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_ 1||| 2||| 3||L| 4||| 5|||C [/table] There is a door at A-2, which you are just outside and another at C1 east. There is a large lever with a bright red handle in the center of the room. There is a cake in the southeast corner of the room, on a tray bolted to the floor, with frosting reading something. . A note attached to the wall above the cake reads something else. I'll stay outside the room, And have Mr wrinkly wander in and relay any information on the note and cake. And he'll not touch the note, Even if he could reach it :/And that cake probably likes his personal space as well, so he won't touch the cake either. The cake reads:“This Is Your Reward For Pulling The Lever; Eat Me Once You Do” A note attached to the wall above the cake reads “The Cake Is A Lie. The Room Is A Trap.” in common. I'll trust the note, No note has lied to me so far none the less I'm curious and don't really care for my minion, So ill have him push the button. Wonders if it was curiosity that killed the zombie or was it a cat... or maybe a zombie cat. Are you inside the room or outside? Remember if the doors close, you can't continue to give him commands, cos he's out of Love. I was outside, in the door opening, and was assuming the doors can stay open. If not ill open em again, and yell it at him. But if they close as part of the trap or such. (and won't open anymore)Well I suppose ill strike a zombie off my list As he pulls the lever, gravity reverses in the room. He falls to the ceiling, failing to catch hold of the lever with a ref save of:(d20+4)[9]And taking(2d6)[5]bludgeoning damage. Dr5/magic no DMG, but still. So now what? Is he trapped in the room now? Can he get out on his own? Or i in, to get scrape him off the ceiling or such? Well, right now, nothing happens. What are you going to do? He could try and climb out of the room up the walls, I guess. You could walk in if you really want to...up to you. Ok ill have him try to reach the lever and flip it again. If that doesn't work climb up the walls till he's outside. As per your suggestion if that doesn't work either ill try and flip it with my 10ft pole. Or if it's out of reach for me, toss the zombie the 10ft pole and have him try and flip the switch with it. After a while, the spell finishes:(2d6)[10]more bludgeoning damage. Continuing on? Yes my curiosity satisfied ill carry on, and go look for more rooms/doors while fast healing Mr. Wrinkles back to above half hp (9). Traps blah healing blah. Door. Opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_ 1||||| 2|||2|| 3||||| 4|||1|| 5|||||[/table] Around a fire are sitting 2 humans. A better look reveals one of them to be an elf and the other has another set of sharp teeth. Elf is #2. They have equipment. You like equipment, don’t you? There is a door at A5 south, E5 south and D1. Initiative:(1d20+2)[18] elf - (1d20+1)[17]] Which door is the one I'm at?, so I can determine the path of Mr. Wrinkles ready action (charge/attack closest)in Any event, init(1d20+2)[10]edit: PS wrinkly ain't a real pet, does he have his own initiative? Or?edit2: Neighs probably not, the soul spark doesn't get one either. I don't mind, you can roll all 3 separate or assume they act on your initiative. You're at D1. Ok, wrinkly(1d20+2)[5]spark.(1d20+5)[19]ready action charge closest:AFAIK you can't use both attacks while charging, if that also extends to Natural attacks dunno, (1d20+7)[26]if I do get two(1d20+7)[15]else use it for CRT cone. I suppose.dmg(1d4+3)[7]dmg(1d4+3)[6] Wait, don't those two come with auto-readied actions? If that's the case, they'd act on the initiative count they take their action on. So wrinkly would charge the elf, who has enough hp to survive, so attacks back.(d20+4)[23](d8+3)[7]The other disappears in a cloud of obscuring fog. Elf takes 2 acid DMG as a reward for scoring a hit. Wrinkles to: 7Hp.___Grim's going to wander to #D3,(Dropping his javelin as free action and drawing his Morningstar as part of the move.) Provoking an AOO from Elf. If {The pointed teethed foe is still in #C4,And hack him.}else if not ill hack the elf in #C2Regardless of target, Grim Attack - (1d20+5)[8]Cone - (1d20+5)[16]DMG - (1d8+4)[6]Writing - (1d8+4)[12]If {Polly will follow my example afterward if teeth is in #C4 and thus also provoking an AOO from Elf if he got Combat reflexes, }else If no foe is found by grim in #C4 Float above Wrinkles instead (as to provoke no AOO) and attack Elf (in #C2)Regardless of target, Polly Attack - (1d20+6)[20]Cone - (1d20+6)[14]DMG - (1d4+2)[3]Writing - (1d4+2)[4] He's not there. Elf is dead, though. A wave of color washes over all of you. Make some will saves. If Grim is also under the effect of it.*Absorb Magic*_______Still a shellfire wielder. Well that is assuming my Constitution score can take the spell level. And I only absorbed one other LVL 1 spell today. So assuming this caster is also level 1. Yup easily. You have to ready an action to absorb the spells, don't you? *looks up*, ooh Seems Your right, Well that sucks :/Could I retroactively retrain that, Makes it a lot less useful like that. Well that is assuming I survive this and don't get horribly mangled. If their all in the target zone. GrimWill - (1d20+4)[17]Polly Will - (1d20+3)[7]Wrinkly Will - (1d20)[12]Edit: Tho being undead.# Immunity to all mind-affecting effects (charms, compulsions, phantasms, patterns, and morale effects).# Immunity to poison, sleep effects, paralysis, stunning, disease, and death effects.# Not subject to critical hits, nonlethal damage, ability drain, or energy drain. Immune to damage to its physical ability scores (Strength, Dexterity, and Constitution), as well as to fatigue and exhaustion effects. Yeah, I'll let you change it. Wrinkly is immune, you pass, and your soul spark is unconscious for(2d4)[4]rounds. You hear movement within the cloud. Ok after many Searching it'll be replaced by A extra Meld feat, Granting me in effect the Mantle of flame Meld, If something hits me, it'll take 1d6 DMG +1d6/Es's, Flaming. Should possibly save me from being coup de graced to death. I hope... That aside Grim'll switch, essential from Polly, as it's not doing anything useful anyway, to the Mantle, making it 2d6 Flaming if something hits me (& +2 Acid aura DMG)staying with the corpse of Elf, and unconscious Polly. Ordering Wrinkly to (Ready Action) defend him.(just in case I get Knocked out or such)And ready action defend myself as well. Beyond that I suppose ill more or less wait for the fog to clear up, or till the enemy gets brave enough to step out in the open. Another wash of colors, another will save from yourself. Will(1d20+4)[8]edit: oh crap... Hmm. Well, the zombie will continue to guard your bodies, so I guess I'll have to roll for turns:(2d4)[8]Huh. Well, having looked at the stats, I'm going to say that when you wake up, you need to make another will save. (1d20+4)[19]edit; *wonders what's happening*edit2:Either that or *ZZZ*Edit3: PS: if it makes any difference the spark should wake up soonish. I hope. You hear swearing, and realize that the zombie has various crossbow bolts sticking out of him.DMs:Spoiler Hide Last 8 rounds: R1: Moves closer and finds zombie. R2: Moves away and draws crossbow R3-R8: (d20+2)[5] (d8)[2] (d20+2)[6] (d8)[7] (d20+2)[18] (d8)[3] (d20+2)[9] (d8)[4] (d20+2)[10] (d8)[6] (d20+2)[19] (d8)[5] Confirms as needed: (d20+2)[22] (d8)[3] (d20+2)[15] (d8)[1] You hear movement within the cloud, to your southeast. Can I stand up? If I can ill be moving inside the cloud towards the sound I suppose, Hoping I can find him and hack him to death. As apparently I cannot wait him out. Shooting cowardly from a cloud, fun :/Wrinkly will follow me and be general Guard, It does haveSomeintelect(and wisdom) and should be able to assume what I'd want it to do fairly well.(as in stay with me and attack anything hostile near me)And ill swap aura to Fast healing. How DMed is the zombie? It Had 9 hp when the encounter started. Also Polly back on his orb (Feet?) yet? If yes it'll of course hover with me. Also looking for some critter to attack. He has taken a total of 0 damage. The high AC and DR means that the arrows all did nothing. For 8 rounds. Anyway, you stand, and you wander in that direction, finding him at D5. I assume the zombie and the soul spark attack him, so if you'd roll those, he'll probably die. Well I can always hope it'll die, Tho He's being fairly Stubborn so far. PollyAttack - (1d20+5)[21]Cone - (1d20+5)[24]DMG - (1d4+1)[4]Writing - (1d4+1)[4]Wrinkly Attack - (1d20+5)[13]Cone - (1d20+5)[16]DMG - (1d4+3)[6]Writing - (1d4+3)[5] Polly hits him, and he backs off, taking a 5' step to one side, dropping his crossbow, drawing his rapier, and attacks the zombie again, hoping the arrows have weakened it:(d20+2)[9](d6)[5]cone.(d20+2)[8](d6)[2] In a Grand act of synchronized to Death clubbing. GrimFast: Essential Mantle Back to Polly (For +1hit&Dmg)Attack - (1d20+5)[7]Cone - (1d20+5)[7]DMG - (1d8+4)[8]Writing - (1d8+4)[5]Polly Attack - (1d20+6)[18]Cone - (1d20+6)[9]DMG - (1d4+3)[4]Writing - (1d4+3)[4]Wrinkly Full attack. Attack - (1d20+5)[7]Cone - (1d20+5)[20]DMG - (1d4+3)[7]Writing - (1d4+3)[6]Second attack. Attack - (1d20+5)[11]Cone - (1d20+5)[25]DMG - (1d4+3)[5]Writing - (1d4+3)[6]*Crosses fingers and hopes for good loots*Edit: Well those whereat the best attacks :/ Polly kills him.150XP, masterwork studded leather, rapier, light crossbow with 3 bolts, gaudy noble’s outfit. Gaudy? Grim lacking a fashion sense* puts it on.(*and in general any common sense)The rest ill stuff with the loot bag's. Onwards to the next room**Acid aura, Ready Actions and my possible death included. You find, among other things: A red and white bullseye painted on the floor, and a tripwire:(d20+10)[27]vs flatfooted(d4+1)[2]damage...+ poison. But oh wait that's the zombie, so he eats the thing and nothing happens. You're starting to get hit by random acid traps every now and again as you follow wrinkly along. You heal up. You find a door:Opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_ 1||| 2||| 3||1| 4||| 5||| 6|||[/table] There is a door at A-1 west, B-1, and another at C-1 east There is a gnome sized figure with a white dragon’s head, ivory scales and short swords standing in the room Initiative:(1d20)[11] Initiative - (1d20+2)[15]Wrinkly Ninja Super Charge Power attack Wave Type! Attack - (1d20+7)[9]Cone - (1d20+7)[11]DMG - (1d4+3)[7]Writing - (1d4+3)[6]Edit: Darn it. Pooh I'm Taking the Initiative, Grim Wander in Boringly Hacking attack. (Free actioned dropping of javelin included)Attack - (1d20+5)[12]Cone - (1d20+5)[12]DMG - (1d8+4)[5]Writing - (1d8+4)[11]Wrinkly Ninja Super Multi slash attack Power Wave Type VI! Attack - (1d20+5)[23]Cone - (1d20+5)[25]DMG - (1d4+3)[4]Writing - (1d4+3)[5]Attack - (1d20+5)[18]Cone - (1d20+5)[13]DMG - (1d4+3)[4]Writing - (1d4+3)[7]And lastly, Just plain Zap! PollyAttack - (1d20+6)[11]Cone - (1d20+6)[24]DMG - (1d4+3)[6]Writing - (1d4+3)[5] Wrinkly hits twice, but he's still going:(d20+1)[17](1d4)[3](d20+1)[6](1d4)[3](d20+1)[4](1d4)[1]all vs wrinkly. No hits, And some Synchronised bashing. If possible Grim would like to take a 5ft Step towards one side, And Hack a bit. (Polly hovering Along)With wrinkly afterward taking a 5ft towards the other side, Wrinkly Gaining a flanking bonus. If possible. GrimAttack - (1d20+5)[23]Cone - (1d20+5)[16]DMG - (1d8+4)[10]Writing - (1d8+4)[7]Polly Attack - (1d20+6)[10]Cone - (1d20+6)[22]DMG - (1d4+3)[5]Writing - (1d4+3)[6]Wrinkly think you can still take a 5ft step even with a full attack, Else just ignore the second row.(Flanking Bonus not yet included, because I'm not that great at map reading, and don't know if what I'm asking is possible at all, Else add +2)Attack - (1d20+5)[18]Cone - (1d20+5)[20]DMG - (1d4+3)[6]Writing - (1d4+3)[5]Second. Attack - (1d20+5)[17]Cone - (1d20+5)[17]DMG - (1d4+3)[4]Writing - (1d4+3)[4]Haddad the *Club* *club*, tadadaaaa *Club* *Club*Ta the DI deli DI die!, *CLUB* He gets owned hard.2 short swords, 4 darts, all small. And 150XP. *Stashes away loot.*Any more rooms/Unexplored thingy's left?*Or was that it?(* If Yes, go there, and open the door** :D)If multiple unexplored spots are left, feel free to pick any random one. Ps: Hope there aren't to many rooms left, the sooner I get done, The sooner you'll have fewer people that'r bugging you for updates Pooh! If you'll be online for say half an hour or an hour, we can finish the floor, I'll hand you off to another DM, give you the sheets for the first floor, and let you start DMing some of my 10–20 people. Ok, next room:Opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_ 1||| 2||| 3||B| 4||| 5||| [/table] There is a door at C1 North, which you are standing just outside. Large red button on a raised stone table in the center of the room. Button reads “PUSH ME” in large white letters, written in common. A bit late, but Present and accounted for!. Ok ill have Wrinkles touch it, while I stay nicely outside the door opening. Poor Wrinkly.(2d6)[5]falling damage, as the floor falls out from under him, and he's now being swarmed by spiders. Unless you have a way to kill a spider swarm, he dies, as they're immune to weapon damage.EDIT: The acid aura...ACK. Well, he takes no damage except if I roll max damage for the spiders, and they take 2 each time they hit. Worst case scenario for you, the spiders lower wrinkly to 2 HP before dying. 150XP. I have torched I could toss to wrinkly to have him whack them with. Which ill try first. Edit: and if all else fails I could jump in myself and have them suicide on My Flaming Mantle. Not that I'm planning on doing that. Huzzah never mind, I already won with no efforts ill haul him out of it, After having him check for loot. And onwards to the next room!*(after He's healed back up) Acid aura more efficient, but the torch works too.150XP, as I said, and wrinkly eventually makes it out of the pit, and is ready to move on. Sorry, I'm very forgetful, did you open that big treasure chest? And have you encountered the squirrels yet? The one that told me to be patient before looting it? Yes I did, And the darkness Squirrels also suicided on my aura earlyerEdit:If it helps my Stack of corpses for animating purpose Copied from my char sheet. Kills:Hobgoblin With Horns Mr. ColorSprayAngry Orc With ripper. Un impressive Kobold. Demony squirrel x3. Mr. Fangs & Odd Elf. Permanently Dead. Mr Bad Breath. Bugsy McAcidspit. (as it's a construct)Current:Mr. Wrinkly Well in that case:Opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_ 1||||| 2||||| 3||||1| 4||||| 5||||| 6||||| [/table] There is a door at A-3, which you are just outside, another at A-5, E5 and D6. There is a metallic humanoid standing in the room looking at you. Initiative:(1d20+2)[3] EDIT: I hate it when that happens. Initiative - (1d20+2)[17]Regardless of initiative outcome. Wrinkly Charge! Attack - (1d20+7)[10]Cone - (1d20+7)[13]DMG - (1d4+3)[5]Writing - (1d4+3)[7] Taking Initiative. Wrinkly 5ft step to D2 & Full attack Wrinkly Attack1Attack - (1d20+5)[24]Cone - (1d20+5)[11]DMG - (1d4+3)[5]Writing - (1d4+3)[6]Wrinkly Attack2Attack - (1d20+5)[9]Cone - (1d20+5)[17]DMG - (1d4+3)[4]Writing - (1d4+3)[4]Grim Free action Jailing drop and Charge to C3GrimAttack - (1d20+7)[8]Cone - (1d20+7)[24]DMG - (1d8+4)[6]Writing - (1d8+4)[5]Polly Float along and ZApPollyAttack - (1d20+6)[12]Cone - (1d20+6)[23]DMG - (1d4+3)[7]Writing - (1d4+3)[4]Edit: I'm wasting all my high rolls on Cone's. That aren't needed. Hate it when that happens as well Attack #1 is a miss. I knew there'd be ninjas. Just knew it. Hugbot is hit once, and tries to forgive wrinkly with hugs:(d20+2)[17]touch attack, if it hits, make a grapple check vs(d20+6)[20] Hits, Oh and 2 Acid DMG as a reward for hussies. Grapple - (1d20+3)[11]Those darn sneaky stinking ninja how dare they :/ He takes(d6+2)[8]damage. And is grappled. This means that he can use one natural attack (at a -4 penalty), or make a grapple check to do damage. And both combatants are denied DEX against other opponents. Oh, and he'll be provoking an AOO from you (but not from Polly) on his next turn, so roll for that, too. GrimAoOAttack - (1d20+5)[19]Cone - (1d20+5)[7]DMG - (1d8+4)[5]Writing - (1d8+4)[11]__________________________Grim Basic Bash. Attack - (1d20+5)[12]Cone - (1d20+5)[17]DMG - (1d8+4)[7]Writing - (1d8+4)[8]Polly Plain Vanilla Zap Attack - (1d20+6)[23]Cone - (1d20+6)[25]DMG - (1d4+3)[5]Writing - (1d4+3)[5]Wrinkly Hp = 6Single Grappled N. Attack. (-4)Attack - (1d20+1)[4]Cone - (1d20+1)[11]DMG - (1d4+3)[6]Writing - (1d4+3)[7] Polly's attack is the first to hit, and the war forged is disabled. It has no skeleton, so you can't resurrect it, and through this door, you find the exit. Make all sales/purchases you require, ask me for the prices of the potions/other things you don't know about, and whenever you're ready, get veteran or Sliver to move you on to the next floor for you. This is NED DMs, hoping you've enjoyed the ride so far, and warning you to hold on tight, you're in the big leagues now. PM me an email address or something that I can send the notes for the first floor to, and you can start running through them.EDIT: Oh, and 150XP. Congratulations. So just in case, Poke The Bullseye with the 3 Bolts I found,3 Bullseye 3 bolts... Still there has to be something up with east there? Then if I've done all rooms? I've seen all features and looted all loot? :)If Yes, well here's what I found, or still had on me, and'd like to sell.150gx2 2xChainmail.100gx2 Chain shirt, Small Chain shirt.325gx2 MW Studded leather. x215g Long sword.55g Ripper,10gx3 3x Small Short sword,315g MW Scimitar.8g 1s Vial, ink or potion, & Ink pen.1s Sack (Empty) (folded) 1x,2sx2 Parchment,, & Poisonous note card,1000g Shadow Nugget,1cx4 piece of chalk 4x,1g 1x Waterski (Filled),5sx4 4x Rations35g light crossbows x4 4 Small darts 3 bolts,20g rapier,10g Sun dark Goggles.50gx2 2x Potion. (From The loot Chest out of the sky)37.5g gaudy noble’s outfit.5s (Good Meal? 1x Pie With Glazed Text?____+2991g 9s 4c /2 = 1508g 4s 7c1508g 4s 7c+6pp 116g 8s____________________=1685g 2s 7c To Spend?-20g For a Vial of Liquid Light. (CSC p110)And... Cant find anything else to buy. So. Convert To. 166pp 5g 2s 7cAnd stick it in my pouch.Ps:[email protected] sun dark goggles = 10 gppotions = 50gp each gaudy noble's outfit = half normal noble's outfit notecard is worth the same as normal paper now. I don't know how to price the cake. I'm done.I'm around most at GMT+1 to +3 Is I estimate.(i actual yam at GMT, but I sleep only/late.) So. On that note I suppose any time is fine actually. You come to in the following room: are 2 doors, north and south. There are vending machines in the room, with a notice that you can use these precisely once. (once as is, a single using session, not a single use total) Char sheet Can I wait with using it? As I just did my shopping. Ok, assuming this floor is anything like the previous, HallwaysSpoiler Hide If there are corners or choices of direction to go, always follow the left hand side wall. In said hallways Mr. Wrinkly will take point, (My Incarnate Zombie) (Dr 5/Magic and Slashing, Undead immunities.) Me following approx 15ft behind, and Polly (My Soul spark) in the same square as me. My Essential in DR 6/Magic, And Energy resistance 6. And N. Ac +3. Hitting Air while Moving forward slowly, fighting Defensively AC = 26. Aura Set to Fast Healing:1. I'll always open any plain basic doors* using my Hence forth Standard Door opening method**.(*If said doors look odd for any reason please do notify me, as I might want to change my mind)**Door opener Method Spoiler Hide Grim* Drops his (for now empty) loot bag, draws a javelin aura set to Acid Shield, Essential to Polly +1Hit&amp;DMG, Flaming Mantle +1d6 and opens the door. (*Grim is my Character) Polly* Taking a Ready Action to Zap anything That'd come close to grim. (5ft around him, Polly is always in the Same Square as grim) (*Polly is my soul spark) And Mr. Wrinkly* Taking a ready action to charge/move towards any hostile's (closest if there is choice) in the room And attack it. (*Mr. Wrinkly Is My Incarnate Zombie) If the Shopping can be saved till later date, Ill start From the North door and open it*(*as per standard door opener method previously mentioned) I will probably save that because this floor isnothinglike the previous one. The north door reveals a dimly lit corridor flooded with murky water, running to the east and west. To the east, it runs for thirty-five feet before turning south. To the west, it runs for thirty feet before turning south. Not? But. Aaww, Ok, Grim will grab his 10ft pole and'll try and see if he can determine how deep it is in said water, From the door opening. If he can't reach ground/the floor with his pole, or if its higher than waist deep, I suppose, we'll open the southern door. If he can, and it's not waist deep, ill step in, Following the hallway Left as previously mentioned. No ground. You note that there is no descend, just it goes straight down clifflike. The south door reveals a 15-foot wide corridor, flooded with murky water. It runs south for fifty feet before ending in a sandy beach that continues for another thirty feet, ending in a door. 15ft down the hall there is a 15ft wide corridor splitting towards the east. Aww, More water?.. I don't like this dungeon, Grim ain't used to swimming. I assume its again clifflike, nonethelessCheck again as previous, If waist deep step in, If not we... Suppose ill have no other choice, as there aren't any other doors left, Grim wanders to the coastline, Essentia hallway stance (Very Defensively), But with Aura set to Acid instead. And bravely... Orders Mr. Wrinkly To jump in and check the water for anything hostile or traplike, and if anything hostile, kill it! How far do you order it to go? Checkallthe water area? I'm not that good with incarnate, do you have a way to get information from Wrinkly? If so, it tells you that vision is limited to 5ft and even at that distance it is hard to see well. I can detect its presence if its up to and including 30ft away from me. And have complete mental control over it as long as it remains in that line of effect.(And Control is immediately re-established if it gets back in that range again)If it goes beyond that range it can and will communicate in Common if at all possible and tries to relay information that way as he goes along. (as i in the previous adventure "told/Thought" it)If ever out of mental reach and Voice reach. I suppose he'd keep following My last command till its filled out and then returns, aka out of Space's to check for Traps and Hostiles, and wander back For more orders. On that note ill command it to keep checking for now but remain in that 30ft radius. And suppose ill sit back and relax, maybe take a nap, as I think this might take a while with that kind of vision.... If nothing is found in that 30ft Radius. (Aka The entire room as far as I read (15ft/15ft right?) I'll strip down give Wrinkly the all Gear, (Except my torches, And Liquid light)And have him transport it across the floor, underwater. To the other side. And then swim across myself I suppose. 15X15 is only the part before the split. You are notified the water is 30ft deep. Anyway, as it floats around and beyond the split, it is attacked by an eel-human hybrid that leaps out and attacks in surprise with a spear:(1d20+6)[18](1d8+3)[5]initiative - (1d20+6)[24] For your Ease of reference included. Mr. Wrinkly: (A cheap And weaker but still awesome Lakshmi Semi Knock off from Level 1)Spoiler Hide Undead (Evil, Incarnate) Hp 16 (2 HD); DR 5/Magic and slashing, Current HP:16 AC 22, touch 13,flat-footed 20. Unit +0; Senses low-light vision; Listen +0, Spot +2 Languages Common Fort -, Ref +5, Will +0 Speed 30 ft. (6 squares) Melee 2 claws +5 each (1d4+3), Slam +0 (1d6+1) Space 5 ft.; Reach 5 ft. Base ATK +2; GRP +3 Abilities STR 16, DEX 15, Con -, Int 5, Wis 10, CIA 1 Special Abilities: Essential Pool: 1 Incarnate Toughness Incarnate Speed. Special Qualities: Undead, Evil, and incarnate, Traits Feats: Toughness Skills Hide +7, Listen+0, Spot +2, Move silently +4 Wears: Chain mail. *Dr/Awesome DMG goes Boeing* (unless its slashing, As well as magical)Initiative - (1d20)[12]Edit:Well you won initiative, Ps: Darn should've commanded it to wander around *Sneakily* Is the thing immune to bloodsucking by any chance? The eel drops its spear and attacks with pincers and a bite.(1d20+4)[6](1d4+2)[6](1d20+4)[23](1d4+2)[6](1d20+2)[12](1d4+1)[3]+ attach(if it gets attached then you can either kill it or grapple+pin down to remove. Killing is attacking!) Checks big stack of immunities Immunity to all mind-affecting effects (charms, compulsions, phantasms, patterns, and morale effects). Immunity to poison, sleep effects, paralysis,stunning, disease,Drowning, and death effects. Not subject to critical hits, nonlethal damage, ability drain, energy drain. Immune to damage to its physical ability scores (Strength, Dexterity, and Constitution), as well as to fatigue and exhaustion effects. Immunity to any effect that requires a Fortitude save (unless the effect also works on objects or is harmless).Oh, also just noticed Undead Traits give itDarkvision out to 60 feet. Yay.Oh, also a bit late, but if It's still within 30ft of me, It also gets the bonus of my Acid Shield aura (Anything that hits it Receives 2 Acid DMG per hit)1 hit, it takes 1 DMG (HP=15). (you potential 2 Acid if Wrinkly is still in aura range) Grappled Retaliation Strike. So taking One Natural attack -4 (I recall)Attack - (1d20+1)[15]Cone - (1d20+1)[12]DMG - (1d4+3)[4]Writing - (1d4+3)[4] What grapple? Only the last attack (which is a bite) is an attaching attack. And it doesn't start a grapple either. You can start a grapple to take him off, but don't have to. Ups well then the N. Attack of previous is at +4 To hit. And add. Second N.attack. For a full attack. Attack - (1d20+5)[21]Cone - (1d20+5)[21]DMG - (1d4+3)[7]Writing - (1d4+3)[5] Just an in between random Question, but theoretical if your solo (as in I lost my/have no pets/or didn't want to use them), Could I... Move action, Poke a door, And then as the door is opening, Ready Action to attack the first target?Oh, wait the doors here where 500lbs of Thick Steel right? Doubt that can be poked open. Or.? Both hit.13(1d20+4)[21](1d4+2)[4](1d20+4)[5](1d4+2)[5](1d20+2)[9](1d4+1)[2]+ attach. As for your question, no. Doors open right away with no delay, so you can't use a standard action while they open. It was only relevant on the first floor anyway, and isn't relevant in any of those already made. Don't know yet if the 5ft floor will make it a relevant question anyway. Thank you very much And no hits, Full attack. Attack - (1d20+5)[19]Cone - (1d20+5)[19]DMG - (1d4+3)[5]Writing - (1d4+3)[7]Attack - (1d20+5)[25]Cone - (1d20+5)[15]DMG - (1d4+3)[5]Writing - (1d4+3)[6] Both hit, no confirm.(1d20+4)[16](1d4+2)[5](1d20+4)[18](1d4+2)[4](1d20+2)[7](1d4+1)[5]+ attach All miss. Boring Full Attack slash die already attack. Attack - (1d20+5)[7]Cone - (1d20+5)[14]DMG - (1d4+3)[7]Writing - (1d4+3)[4]Attack - (1d20+5)[22]Cone - (1d20+5)[14]DMG - (1d4+3)[5]Writing - (1d4+3)[6] The second attack hits.(1d20+4)[19](1d4+2)[5]It falls unconscious. 300xp. Huzzah, we'll suppose it'll keep looking through all the other squares if there is anything hostile or trap like left, If not or at least not any he can find, wrinkly returns.Meanwhile Grim sip's his lemonade on the beach. You are not on the beach, the beach is on the other side of the water, 50ft away. If you want to, you can swim over there. AAAW. No ill wait for now, Suppose I'll sit on hard concrete waiting for My pet Zombie to return then. As it seems that's one hell of a big area, I might as well get comfy as that might take a few mins. If he returns ill ask him about all the stuff he encountered. I already gave you the map. No more encounters, although there was a trap that tried to sink it. There are 4 doors out of the area. Oh sorry, hm. I'll take off all my stuff, and have him carry it to the other side, (the beach across the hall)(except for my torches which ill keep myself, to keep them dry.) Then ill swim to the other side, taking 10 Scoring 14,assuming there is no hurry ill get there eventually. On the other side ill get dressed again, while ordering Wrinkly to recover the corpse, which ill add to my big bag's of corpses, also getting hauled across the water (probably underwater) by wrinkly. And if he's done, have him look for any loot in these hallways, while I sort myself out. You can also have the spear. You stumble upon a chest sticking through the sand. Assuming I gained a spear *Ding Spear gain*Wrinkly is probably back, I'll have him open it. (Grim's paranoid much?) You find 5000sp, Quail's feather token, anchor and a scroll. I stuff it in my loot bag, Well on the beach me, Polly and wrinkly lugging loot and corpses. Wander to the south door and open it**(** As per previously mentioned door opener, Maybe there are some sane rooms in here) No. are doors and the gray star is a note. Ah shoot, well seeing grim wouldn't know about the note ye tor how awesomely big this room is...I suppose I'd follow the previous chain, commanding wrinkly to once again check the room, and return afterward to report. Seeing the size of the room that'll take while, grim wishes he had brought something to read. But you do see straight away that you don't have to go into the water to get to other places. Do you still want to explore the entire body of water? Well in that case ill start off with having him explore the land and report, first. If he locates nothing of note, (besides the note)have him explore the water afterward as well. It's like you test how quickly will it die! Out of aura range, it is attacked in the water by This humanoid has scaly skin with webbed fingers and toes, and sharp fangs fill its mouth. It has a long tail ending in a curved fin, and it has fins on its arms, back, and head. It's great, staring eyes are deep black. It attacks through the water, which acts like obscuring mist, so20% miss chance to all attacks(1d20+6)[7](1d5)[2]1 miss(1d8+3)[5]initiative - (1d20+1)[20] Funny isn't it, it's not like I really care about it, Its highly unkillable, And I got a big stack of ex-Overpowered critters waiting to take its place. Even if it does go down, Wonder which one'll last longest. Miss, initiative - (1d20)[17]you won initiative, feel free to whack it again. How can you recharge them?(1d20+4)[20](1d5)[2]miss on 1(1d8+3)[9](1d20+2)[7](1d5)[5](1d4+1)[5] It's a soul meld that allows me to animate any living critter, (up to my HD, in HD = 2)(necrocarnum circlet)in trade for hp loss/dmg. I cannot go below half hp without my shaman aura kicking in, So I can unlimitedly heal that DMG with my shaman aura. But I can control only one at a time, else there'd be dozens running mock all over the floor. In short I'm using your own creatures against you, with the help of a small combo.(the entire concept of the char)it's not as powerful as it seems tho, assuming any next creature is stronger than the previous in theory I should run out of corpses eventually, and gotta aid the last one, and team up, to collect new.(and that's not even taking onto account the things I cannot animate, like constructs & undead. So I should run out of corpses even sooner)and grim can't fight for the life of him.(usually the guy target in combat previous floor, the huge rooms are only an asset to grim) Yups its dying already. Takes 4dmg Hp=11. Well if. Matching Ac is good enough, if you have to beat it, miss. Hope my stack holds out for a level or twos can tune grim a bit more to help out in combat. Full attack:attack - (1d20+5)[14]Cone - (1d20+5)[14]DMG - (1d4+3)[4]CDMA - (1d4+3)[5]attack - (1d20+5)[10]Cone - (1d20+5)[15]DMG - (1d4+3)[4]CDMA - (1d4+3)[4] Matching AC is enough to hit. Miss. You should be rolling miss chance, unless you have a way to bypass that.(1d20+4)[7](1d5)[3](1d8+3)[9](1d20+2)[22](1d5)[3](1d4+1)[5] Nope no way to bypass :(Hit, But reduced to 0 DMG. WrinklyAttack - (1d20+5)[25]Cone - (1d20+5)[16]DMG - (1d4+3)[6]Writing - (1d4+3)[4]Miss Chance - (1d100)[36]Attack - (1d20+5)[24]Cone - (1d20+5)[21]DMG - (1d4+3)[5]Writing - (1d4+3)[7]Miss Chance - (1d100)[19] The first hits but fails to confirm.(1d20+4)[16](1d5)[2](1d8+3)[10](1d20+2)[17](1d5)[4](1d4+1)[4]*facepalm* I'm totally forgetting half of its abilities. Lucky me. Wrinkly Multi slash attack hyper force go! Attack - (1d20+5)[11]Cone - (1d20+5)[18]DMG - (1d4+3)[5]Writing - (1d4+3)[7]Miss Chance - (1d100)[54]Attack - (1d20+5)[21]Cone - (1d20+5)[6]DMG - (1d4+3)[4]Writing - (1d4+3)[6]Miss Chance - (1d100)[15] Miss. The thing flies into a frenzy and starts slashing away.(1d20+5)[8](1d5)[4](1d8+4)[7](1d20+3)[6](1d5)[4](1d4+2)[3](1d20+3)[21](1d5)[1](1d4+2)[4](1d20+3)[18](1d5)[1](1d4+2)[6]Note: Not actual slash attacks. Note2: Fighting underwater with slashing weapons gives -2 penalty and halves damage. Is that the case for you? All miss. Well A claw attack is 1d4 Piercing and slashing, So Half of it is slashing or? WrinklyAttack - (1d20+5)[10]Cone - (1d20+5)[10]DMG - (1d4+3)[6]Writing - (1d4+3)[4]Miss Chance - (1d100)[26]Attack - (1d20+5)[18]Cone - (1d20+5)[7]DMG - (1d4+3)[5]Writing - (1d4+3)[4]Miss Chance - (1d100)[83]If Considered Slashing for this exercise, penalties aren't included yet, As I suppose I can do the attack as piercing instead?or does that work differently? Like DR, you get the one that is most efficient so no penalties, and it's a kill.300xp, trident, and it finds a chest underwater. You are also the first to actually fight it, the rest missed it. When it returns from its round, ill have it retrieve the chest. And open it on land next to me. 1200sp, a 7gp worth gem, and a 8gp worth one. Right I suppose with this more or less finishing the room, Ill take everything, secure it in my bags, and we'll haul it all down south. And open that door**(** door opening method, still holding hopes for a normal room) Actually, the entire southern part of this place wasn't explored yet. ACK, ok ill fix that move a bit south and set up camp there. And get Wrinkly to explore the rest of this huge room*.(Same sequence and order as last bit, Cover land first, kill/clear, return, gather, return, water, kill/clear, etc.) You're Very busy with life thingies I suppose

Neverending Dungeon - Grim|rating:3.0

The Road to Redemption (Piper and Knightshadow)

(was hiding. He was always hiding. Hiding secrets, telling lies, making up stories. Stephen didn’t consider himself pathological. He lied out of necessity, lied to survive in the light. He could tell the truth and did so quite often. But on nights like these, Stephen had to lie. His name was Jack tonight. Jack Terrence. No one needed to know otherwise. Why would they? He was hiding in the back of the lounge, a corner booth, away from the main crowds of leering men and cheering buddies. Men in suits, men in denim, and men in disguises of their own fabrication. They were all liars, lying to themselves about why they were in such a place. Lying to their wives or girlfriends about some business meeting or other. In this place, they could be liars and the girls wouldn’t care. The music was nearly unbearable, blaring and thumping chests, hearts in tuned and in time. The multicolored lights hid sins and forgave the lost. For a few dollars more, the dance would continue and men could be, for a time, heroes of their own fantasies. The women smiled at them, leered back, preened and gestured, insinuated promises, and collected dollar bills for their performance. Stephen liked that. Transactional. One time deal. One night of lust and satisfaction. Furthermore, one night, one exchange, and no contracts to sign. It was an unwritten contract. Let me look and undress you. Let me peel your clothes and peel your humanity. For a price, we can exchange sexy words. Promising words beyond suggestion. Words of forevermore. Words that became disposable as soon as the next man had his bills out.(there she was. Again. Long, dark tresses in waves of purple haze. Alluring eyes and mysterious lips, whispering of secrets she knew. And Stephen wanted to know. He needed to know. His loins and his heart demanded such things. Make it real. Make the fantasy real. Stephen wanted more from her. He needed to know her, in the social sense, in the physical sense, in the biblical sense. He needed to hear her voice and feel her skin. To him, she was perfection. Little girl lost needing to be saved. Closer, closer. Stephen got closer to the stage and ignored the other leering men, cheering men, men with hands extended holding folded bills. And she came to him. Him, among all the others. She chose him to smile and slink and slither to. Stephen smiled back. He extended an empty hand, touched her face softly. Then, a beefy hand was on his shoulder and Stephen knew he had gone too far. He had touched her. He had broken the rules. Furthermore, he would have to leave, tonight. But he would be back. He would return to see her. He would not make the same mistake a second time. Furthermore, he would do it right, the next time. Furthermore, he would come with money and he would buy her time. A private dance. A private chat. Stephen would have her and he would know her. Jack Terrence was Stephen Callahan by day. Respectable, respected, and learning to lead a flock of his own. He had been appointed second deacon to the vicar of the Anglican church in nearby suburban Renville. The city promised decadence, but Renville offered forgiveness and redemption. As a deacon, Stephen was charged with teaching Sunday school and helping with hospital visits. He would accompany the vicar to widows’ homes, to bereaving family members. He would offer counseling to the youth and teach them about the Word. Stephen was well liked and content. He would not be a rich man, but he was happy to give back to the church which had opened its forgiving arms to a wretch like him. Years on the road, homeless and penniless, Stephen had learned to scrape and scrounge. When the church had opened its doors to him, he gave back with vigor and zeal. He gave fervently and dedicated his life to serving Him. He was devout and pious, yet in his heart, Stephen harbored a darkness as yet undiscovered. Until he saw her. It was she. She of the night and lights; she of the mysterious lounge and liquor. She of the dancing stage and dollar bills. He felt short of breath, at a loss for words! Did she recognize him? Did she know it was he that had touched her and been rewarded with expulsion for his deed? Did she see his lying eyes and his lying lips, now parched and lost for conscious thought? Did she know his secret? And if she did, would she tell? The women around Regan were hurrying around, shucking off the clothes of the real world and slipping into the trappings of a fantasy, fluffing their hair into messy strands to suggest they'd just rolled around in bed, smearing glitter on their exposed flesh in the faux promise of the treasure which could not be had and applying layers of magical concoctions to transform them into a painted vixen and luring sirens; "putting their face on". It was an expression that has been used for ages but for Regan it wasn't just figurative. As soon as she traced the Kohl liner around her eyes and painted her lips blood-red, she was someone else entirely. She wore a mask. It was the only way she could think of it. The only way she could do what she did and live with herself. Not that she had much choice in the matter. Everyone had their lot in life, this was Regan's. The life of an exotic dancer. Yeah, that p.c. term also helped her deal with it. Stripper just sounded...well, dirty. Dancing for crinkled dollar bills shoved into her g-string had certainly not been her childhood dream. She'd wanted to be a vet, actually. They never owned a cat or dog, "We can't afford another mouth to feed, sweetie." her mom would tell her gently, pain behind her eyes, when Regan would ask. They weren't well off, but Regan did at least have everything she needed. Her mom worked hard to make sure she did. Tiffany Burton worked two full-time jobs and picked up other odd jobs when she could. She took in laundry and ironing. Cleaned houses on the weekends. Waitress at private parties. But never this, nothing like what Regan did. Not that her mom knew what she did. As far as her mom knew, Regan lucked out and got in on the first floor of an up-and-coming internet company. The money was good. The lie was beneficial. Sometimes even Regan believed it. When she was asked what she did. When her mom would brag about her to the deacons from church to the doctors and nurses who took care of her in the long-term care facility. Regan comforted herself by telling herself that one day it wouldn't be a lie. She'd gotten her GED and was now taking classes online to be a computer programmer so one day she would work for an internet company or some such respectable job. Her guilt and shame over her job is what prompted her to continue to attending services each Sunday at St. Peter's even tho her mother hadn't been able to attend for nearly three months. At St. Peter's she was just another parishioner. Another face in the crowd. A teen. Tiffany Burton's daughter. That's all. The familiar song began and signaled Regan's set was next. One more look. Rubbing her glossy lips together in the mirror. Another puff of hair spray. She shrugged off her robe and lifted her breast inside the red leather corset so that her creamy full breasts practically spilled over. It cinched tightly around her waist. Hips flared where the material between her corset and hot shorts left an inviting gap. Red large fish net stockings and red leather thigh high boots, combined with the predominantly red lights during her first number would bounce off her dark locks and turn it deep red, giving the illusion of an underwordly creature while she bumped, twisted, bent, gyrated and slithered to the song (The song was as important as the moves. It sold the dream. The belief "Madison" danced only for you. That she could be yours. Once the music started, and she stepped out on that stage, Regan was gone and Madison took over. The sexy siren moved like liquid sex. The end of each song of her three song set brought her down to the end of the stage, where the men, and sometimes women, would gather, waving their money around like a flag on the shore of the land of salvation. The songs progressed as did her shedding wardrobe. Beginning with the red succubus. Black mistress to the white innocent. Just what most men dreamed of; the virgin whore. Regan only matched one of those. Hands. Arms and hands was all she could see. The bright lights of the stage leaving the place beyond it in a shadow that grew those arms and hands. She learned long ago to still look in the direction of the forms those arms attached to. The place from which her money came. Look. But not see. Past the faces. Over the heads. And never at the mouths that spewed lewd 'compliments', crude gestures and begged for the treasure that remained buried under the tiny triangle at the apex of her thighs, aside from heels, the only bit of 'clothing' left by the time the last song started. Their beckoning calls drowned by the music, mercifully, as she crawled over the glossy black stage. One hand stood out from the others, maybe because it was empty of money, but whatever the reason, she was drawn to it and stopped her from retreating when it reached out and softly stroked her cheek. That simple touch felt like the first ray of spring sun after a long, dreary winter. Like a refreshing dive into a pool on a hot day. Like the smell that encompassed Christmas and Thanksgiving, a fire in the hearth, the last day of school, the smell of wax and sulfur after you blew out your birthday cake candles and the taste of the chocolate frosting on the said yellow birthday cake, like a first kiss; all in that one brief micro second allowed before the hand was jerked away before she could make herself focus on the person it was attached to. Even after all the makeup washed away, hair combed down and hidden under a baseball cap, after one of the girls dropped her off at home and the rest of the day disappeared down the shower drain...she could still feel the place he'd touched her. When she put her hand to it, she'd swear it still felt...warm." Ridiculous" she muttered to herself as she carried the baseball bat from the table by her door into her bedroom and rested it against the wall beside her bed. Her house wasn't much and was in a bad neighborhood, but it was paid for so things like extra locks on the door, an iron barred screen door and a baseball bat wasn't all that bad. She gave herself an aggravated sigh, "Ridiculous", and flipped the light off. She needed to get up early to see her mom. Maybe take her out on the patio, if she was feeling up to it._______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________("Hi, Mom!" Regan sang as she walked through the door of room 431. A bouquet of wildflowers in one hand, canvas bag of little goodies including her mom's favorite wintergreen mints, and a tray carrying two tall caramel macchiatos in her other hand. It wasn't until she rounded the corner that she realized her mom had a visitor." Oh, sorry. I didn't realize you had company." She explained as she sat her arm load on the dresser under the TV opposite her bed." Honey!" Her mom greeted her brightly. "This is deacon Callahan from St. Peter's. Deacon Michael's is out this week. His daughter is having a baby. Isn't that lovely?" Regan leaned over her mother and tenderly kissed her forehead before handing her coffee over. "I'll be sure to bring a card for him next time." Her mother loved writing letters. New Stationary was among the goodies in the canvas bag. She slid her sunglasses up atop her head as she turned to greet the deacon. Fresh-faced and muss-free hair, she barely resembled her alter ego but both her eyes and lips were striking features which were hard to miss." Hello Deacon, Callahan." Offering her hand. Goodness, he was handsome. So much so she had to cast her eyes away as she felt a tell-tale blush rise on her cheeks. "Thank you so much for coming to visit my mom. She loves company." Turning to the vase on her night stand full of wilting flowers, "I'll let you two visit." Giving them both a smile while she busied herself changing out the flowers and water. Stephen smiled, taking Regan’s hand in a gentle handshake. He was thankful that his palm was not clammy, as would have normally been the case in the presence of someone as beautiful as she was. But he marveled at the warmth of her touch, her delicate skin so smooth against his rougher exterior. He gave her a quick shake and freed her hand. It would not do to linger too long in her embrace. He would surely melt, like staring at the sun too long.“A pleasure to meet you, Miss Burton. And as for seeing to your mother, it is certainly an honor on my part. She has been a loyal parishioner and I don’t consider it a duty or a chore to visit with her. We’ve been getting along so well, haven’t we, Mrs. Burton?”“Please, Tiffany! You may call me Tiffany, Deacon. Mrs. Burton just seems so formal. Makes me feel old.” He nodded. “Then you must call me Stephen, not Deacon. Deacon is an old man’s title.” They shared a short chuckle, and he pulled the chair closer to her bedside. “Are you ready to share our morning prayer, Tiffany?” The older woman nodded. Stephen took her hands in his and bent his head low, eyes closed, as he chanted the melodic prayer. He was well aware of Regan’s presence and part of him beamed inside at her not having recognized him. Or, at the very least, her not having exposed him! His visit lasted longer than usual because he wanted to spend much longer in Regan’s presence. The usual banter with Tiffany was particularly enjoyable today since he was able to pull Regan into any argument or debate with Tiffany. He loved talking politics with the older woman; he found her extremely well-read and knowledgeable on world news and current events. They particularly loved bashing Donald Trump and, Stephen was glad that Regan shared their views on the current administration. When Tiffany bragged about having taught Regan how to cook, Stephen was happy to engage in exchanging recipes and cooking ideas. He preferred Japanese cooking and other Southeast Asian delicacies. Tiffany touted her Italian and French recipes.“No matter what region of the world we enjoy, it can be said that all of it requires patience in mastering, right? I mean, some things that are precious to us take time to develop. Gardening, writing, cooking, even basket-weaving or quilting take time and care to learn,” Stephen said.“Oh? You’ve done basket-weaving and quilting too, Stephen?” Tiffany teased. He brought his hands up, chuckling. “Not guilty. Never tried it and don’t have the time for it. I’m off saving souls, holding hands and helping people on the road to redemption.” In the end, he was able to bid Mrs. Burton goodbye and strategically linger long enough to walk Regan to her car. Would it be too forward, he wondered, if he were to ask her out for a cup of coffee? Perhaps a few more moments with her today or tomorrow, to linger upon her eyes, to be lost in her conversation, to gaze into an angel’s face, for a little bit longer. Yes, he had seen her in her most intimate moments, yet, alone with her, here, now, or whenever she so chose, would be far more rewarding than a stage with glaring lights and blaring music and whooping men. Would she say yes? He had suddenly lost his flair for conversation, now alone with her as they walked slowly to her car. He had been so animated in the past hour, now, only a lump in his throat and a boy’s shyness infected him. How could she do this to him? He had seen her naked, for God’s sake! He had seen her exposed and knew many details of her body. Yet, now, he was as a pimply-faced teen unable to ask out the head cheerleader. Stephen was a fool. Man, why did he have to be a deacon? Regan found herself thinking as she couldn't help but overhear the conversation with Mr. Callahan and her mother. He had a laugh that made her smile and carried on a genuine conversation with her mother. Most of the deacons and staff at the church were nice, but she felt like they treated their convalescent visits like a chore. It wasn't all prayers and pep talks about keeping the faith. It was...refreshing. So much so that Regan found herself pulling up a chair and joining the conversation. Too many times she had to pull her eyes away from him when he looked her way. He was charming and intelligent and handsome. Why, oh why did he have to be a deacon? It wasn't like he would ask her out or anything and if, by some miracle he wasn't already married with 2.5 kids and did ask her out, what would she say when he asked what she did for a living? Sure, the computer tech cover-up would work for a while, but eventually he would wonder about her weird hours and glitter on most of her belongings. She bid the deacon goodbye and smiled too long at his back." He's single." Her mom informed her matter-of-factly. Grinning like the Cheshire Cat." Mother" she said in a warning tone but kept the smile on her face. Tiffany smoothed out her blankets, "You can't blame a mother for trying." Lifting her head up to accept the kiss Regan was moving in for." I know, Momma. I love you." As she gathered her bag and keys. "I have to go. I have some studying to do. I'll be back tomorrow. Maybe you'll be up to getting out for a bit." Her mom gave her a sad smile but agreed that tomorrow might be the day. To Regan's surprise she spotted Stephen as she was heading for the exit and smile warmly as they fell in step together, but he was silent now, as opposed to the easy conversationalist she'd had the pleasure of talking with upstairs. Finally, her desire to hear his voice prompted her to speak up, "Thank you for taking the time out of your day to visit with my mother. She does enjoy the company. It means a lot to both of us." Just a few cars away from hers, she had a sudden sadness that she might not have his undivided attention again. It was right on the tip of her tongue to ask him out, but she chickened out as they came to her car. "This is me" Motioning to her car. "It was nice meeting you." Smiling and lingering just another second or two as she opened her door. "Have a nice day, Deacon Callahan." As they slowly approached her car, Stephen said, “Your mother is such an interesting character. I really enjoy visiting her, talking to her. I can see you two are very close, too.” Stephen glanced around casually, and wondered why he had done so. It was as if he were checking to see if anyone was in earshot or was watching them. Why would anyone be watching them? They were two people talking in a parking lot. A man and a woman. Innocent enough. But if they had known that he was a man of the cloth, sworn to protect the Lord’s flock, and she was a stripper, perhaps they would think bad thoughts. Inside, Stephen admonished himself. Why should he feel guilty? He liked Tiffany and he liked Tiffany’s daughter. What was wrong with that? Only, he liked Regan a lot more than he should. Stephen’s heart was pounding, as if he were about to ask her to marry him! It would just be coffee, you fool! Simple. Not a date. Not a sexual encounter! Coffee. He had a right to have coffee, right? He had a right to enjoy that coffee with a beautiful young woman! And Regan was just that: a beautiful young woman. With killer curves and alluring eyes, with sensuous movements and seductive gazes. Jesus Lord in Heaven. He was struck blind with desire. He cleared his throat. “Listen, I, well, enjoy your mom’s company. I enjoy yours too. Do you think we could have coffee sometime? I mean, if you’re not busy. Just coffee.” He offered her a weak smile, yet inside, his emotions were in turmoil. God forgive him, he wanted to touch her! If she said no, he would still see her. He knew where she worked. He would go to her, visit her in her other persona. Furthermore, he would see her there in all her glory. Intimate, alone, only the two of them in their private universe. He would pay for a private session. He could touch; he could feel; once and for all, he would have her to himself. And how should she respond, knowing he was a deacon and had visited with her mother? He would know her outside the strip club. Would she be repulsed at the knowledge? Would she be ashamed? Would she expose him to the congregation? Stephen was lost once more. A stupid plan. Go to her in her club and expose his identity, his true self? She would be sickened that he, a man of the cloth, would debase himself like all the other men in the club. She would surely recoil at his lasciviousness, his fall from grace! It was a plan fraught with folly! Stephen was a fool. Don't smile. Don't smile. Regan told herself when Deacon Callahan asked her out for coffee. Seems her lingering at her car door worked." I'd like that." And then she smiled after she specifically told herself not to. "Now or..." Did he mean now? Surely he was just being polite, right? Do deacons even date? Probably not, so it wasn't a date, so stop smiling already. She ducked her head bashfully. "Or should I give you my number?" She could feel the blush heat her cheeks. He smiled too, despite having trained in not smiling, in being somber at certain events, at not showing pride or gleefulness. But he smiled at her. He could not help it. Nothing could help this. "Both. How about both?" I want it all. I want all of you. Here. Now. He held her car door open for her. "I mean, it's too early for lunch, so we can grab coffee now. And then, while we sip and talk, you can give me your number too. I'd like that, Regan. I'd like that very much." He smiled again and found that it was impossible not to! He glanced around once more, conspiratorially. "Starbucks on Elm and Main?" Not too near the church. Lesser chance for roaming eyes and gossiping ladies. Please say yes. He smiled, and her heart did that flutter thing. She couldn't help but smile back and the way he seemed to be searching for the right word was endearing. "Coffee." She agreed with a smile. "Coffee is great." Just because he's asking you to coffee doesn't mean anything. Her hand brushed against his on her door, and it felt like warmth pumped through her veins, "Elm and Main. Great." She rubbed her hand on her hip when she could still feel his touch then smoothed the hair around her head that the breeze kept lifting, "I'll meet you over there." Looking around "Or did you need a ride over there?" Hooking her thumb toward her car. "No, thank you though. I have my car." He suddenly felt a bit self-conscious. The stipend he was given did not afford much of an allowance for a nice car. He had a 2005 Honda Civic, fading lime green. It had three rust spots along the rear fenders, but it was easily looked over. The rest of the car looked pathetic and meager enough as it was. For her, he had wished for a nicer car. Young women liked men with nice cars, right? He blinked once and was suddenly very ashamed of his car situation. Perhaps he should just accept her invitation, that way she would not have to see him in his sad excuse of a vehicle." I...uh... I can meet you there in ten minutes, okay?" As he turned from her and began to walk to his car, he reminisced about their momentary contact. He had her warm skin touch his hand lightly. It had sent an electrical current through his libido, and it was all he could do from uttering a soft groan of approval. Yet that would not have been appropriate for a deacon to do! At Starbucks, they shared space on a small round iron table and similarly ornate wrought-iron chairs. The sun was pleasant today, grinning down at his nervousness, but warming them both in a comfortable glow. He had talked about when he had started in the seminary and why. He was truthful with her about a brother who had served in the Peace Corps and had died in a fire fight in Sudan. His brother, John, had been the head of the unit when some guerrilla forces invaded their encampment. It had been a bloody slaughter. But despite it all, Stephen's mom kept the faith and never wavered from her beliefs. It had impressed him enough to join the seminary and continue in John's work of helping the needy. But Stephen had other needs. He had dark needs. And, as he sat and watched every nuance of movement and manner from Regan, he grew more and more in love with the girl. Her words were music, lilting and lighthearted, yet serious at times and with a depth not normally afforded to one so young. She was gorgeous and intriguing. Despite having seen her in lesser clothing, he knew that there were far deeper layers yet uncovered. He marveled at her easy smile, yet her seductive eyes continually beckoned him further. Her eyes challenged him. Her eyes teased him. Furthermore, her eyes made him incredibly hard. And through it all, he thought, I want to see you again. And again. I want to hold your hand. I want to walk with you under hot summer nights and cool Novembers. Furthermore, I want to know everything about you and, I want to know you intimately, as God had intended. It was sin; it was sin. Yet he wanted her so badly his heart and loins ached. A physical need, burning into an inferno. I need to see you. Tonight." Dinner, Regan? What about dinner? I don't think we've actually finished this conversation and I want to hear more about your family. More about when Tiffany was young and wild." He stood up and helped her out of her chair. It occurred to them that they had been talking and sipping for nearly two hours! "Can I...see you again. Tonight maybe?" "Ten minutes." She confirmed with a nod and a smile. A smile that she noticed she was still wearing when she parked her car in one of the few empty spaces at the corner Starbucks. Regan forced the smile back with a reminder that, no matter how handsome Deacon Callahan was, he was a deacon. A man of faith. A far departure from the "bad boys" she's usually fallen for, and regret when they were anything other than the bad boy she knew them to be. She thought she could change them. Ha. And now...seems she had an eye for picking the wrong men to be attracted to. All part of the messed up tapestry that was Regan Michelle Burton. Men didn't stick around. Her father hadn't. Her grandfather disowned her mother when she has gotten pregnant. Every relationship she ever had, which could be counted on one hand, left. Now here she was picking one she couldn't have. Man, she'd make a shrink a lot of money. Pulling herself from her reverie, she ordered and waited at one of the outside bistro tables soaking up the warm weather of late spring. In spite of herself, she smiled widely when he arrived. Fidgeting and primping while she waited for him to arrive at the table with his drink. He reminded her time and again to "please, call me Stephen." And that only helped to confuse her. Do all deacons insist on being called by their first names? Was that what churches did now to encourage youth to attend services? Remove that separation? No, she couldn't recall Deacon Michaels insisting on such, in fact, she'd be hard-pressed to recall his first name, if she ever knew it. The way she and Deal... Stephen talked and laughed through a cup of coffee, that was cold by the time she finished it, it felt more like a date than just a duty carried out by a deacon. She gave the watered down version of how she and her mom came to the city and how it was just the two of them. And, of course, gave him the 'necessary lie' about school and her job. She hated lying to him. He had such kind eyes, it felt like a knife twisting in her gut. Regan hadn't noticed she reached out to softly touch his hand when he told her out his brother, John, who'd passed. She wanted to comfort him and erase those sad lines around his eyes as he recalled the story. It wasn't until she saw the look on his face as he looked down at her hand on his that she noticed what she'd done and pulled away with pink tinged cheeks." Dinner?" She was so surprised he asked that it took a moment to register, and before she could speak." I'd love to." Checking the face of her phone. It was that late already? She frowned. "But I can't tonight." They fell into step with each other again. "I have to work and an exam that is due by midnight." Damn it, she wanted desperately to go, but it was for the best. No use in prolonging the inevitable. They were from completely different worlds. No. She couldn’t tonight. She had to work. Furthermore, she had an exam that was due by midnight. Work. She’s working tonight! You fool. You innocent, stupid fool! Stephen admonished himself again and again. She cannot see you for dinner, you idiot. She’s a stripper!“Well, okay. Yes. I see. That is definitely more important. Please, get your work done and good luck with your exam.” He had hoped that his voice did not convey his disappointment, but he was, in fact, very disappointed. He had thought they hit it off so well. She had genuinely laughed at his jokes and had touched his hand. She had touched his bare hand, her warm skin, seeping into his bloodstream and causing it to boil. You touched me far deeper than you could possibly know, Regan. He gave her a warm smile. “Another time, perhaps.” He held her car door open for her and helped her close it. Stephen stood in the parking lot for quite some time, watching as her car got smaller and smaller. He was chewing on his bottom lip, remembering her lips, wondering what they felt like, tasted like. He could see her, of course. Furthermore, he could go to the club. Furthermore, he could sit in the back, in the shadows, just another silhouette, another man, another persona. Furthermore, he could do all of these things, and she would never know. And yet, he would know. He would see her in her most intimate and he would know. It was not as if he were uninvited, Stephen mused. The club was more than willing to take anyone’s hard-earned cash. He had earned it, and could spend it as he saw fit. He knew he shouldn’t indulge, but he also knew that nothing on the face of this earth could stop him from seeing her again. Clothes or no clothes, he was drawn to Regan as a moth to a flame. Back at his apartment, Stephen changed his clothes. He would dress as the common man would dress, inside one of those establishments. Nothing fancy. Nothing that would draw attention to him. Not too wealthy-looking and not too meager. He had only jeans and a nice blue polo shirt. It made him look like a casual urban professional. Not too much cash in the bank, but not on welfare either. This would do. This was perfect. He would blend in to the crowd, and he could spy on her all night. Smiling and satisfied, Stephen was once again “Jack Terrence.” He made his way to the Platinum Club and look for “Madison” once more. Her usual nap before work would have to be skipped today. By the time Regan got home, she barely had time to speed through her online exam, shower and get ready to head down to the club. She resisted the urge to text Stephen and offer to instead have dinner tomorrow. It was a moot point, she kept telling herself, even if Stephen was genuinely interested in her, it would never work. As soon as he found out what she did, he'd run for the hills and then her secret would be out, and she could not risk her mom finding out what she really did for a living. She consoled herself with the pay. It was a horrible way to look at it, but really, she made in one night what most people with only a high school education would make in one week at a minimum wage job. And, her father or his family certainly wasn't going to pop back into her life and rescue her and her mother from their life of barely scraping by. Yeah, it was a cliché, a stripper with daddy issues. Regan left her house in a pair of jean cut-offs and old concert tee. To look at her, she was just a teen heading out to hang with friends. Certainly not the sultry stripper she'd be transformed into in under an hour. A small spotlight illuminated Madison, wrists inside elbow length black leather gloves crossed over head against the brass pole in the center of the stage as soon as the first beat (her song came on. She popped her torso and hips to the beat through the first couple lines. The began pulling herself up the pole. Gyrating and spinning in the leather teddy and thigh high boots. Lips shiny, candy apple red, the only color against her porcelain skin stood out like a blinking neon sign, beckoning lonely hearts like a siren calling to sailors. A black lace blindfold over her eyes. As usual, her first song was more of the suggestive dancing and leaving what was underneath the leather to the imagination. The second (about disrobing down to bedazzled scraps capping her full breasts and a tiny triangle hiding her most sacred treasure while she bent and bounced along the black reflective stage. Normally while Regan, her Madison danced, she zoned out and just pretended she were someone else, somewhere else. But today her thoughts were racing to the unexpected events of the day, those revolving around a handsome deacon. Still, those thoughts kept her from looking at the faces attached to the waving bills. Glistening (perspiration and wearing nothing but a nude colored thong, Madison climbed on top of a mechanical bull looking sex toy and perched a cowboy hat on top of her head as she began slowly rising up and dropping. Hips rolling, hat waving tits bouncing while she mimicked hot sex to the sexy, pumping beat. At the end of the stage, working the men gathered around and collecting their hard-earned money. "What's your name, hon?" the woman with the bleached blond hair said, her voice dripping with practiced sultriness, emitted to elicit bigger tips. Stephen smiled politely. "Jack. You can call me Jack."" Okay, hon, what'll it be?" She dipped low to write his order on her paper pad, but also for him to sample her wares also, distracting for the moment, the incredible beauty on the stage. Stephen shrugged. "Just a Pepsi for now, please." The blond waitress's face dropped slightly. Big spender, huh?" It's still 3 dollars, hon. Don't you want something stronger? A lite beer at least?" Stephen shook his head. He didn't drink alcohol, at least not out of mass. Plus, he did not want to miss her show, clouding his brain and vision with liquor. "That's good for now, Tiffany," he said, reading her name tag. "I might go for something more later." Tiffany sauntered off after dropping a small square napkin on Jack's round table in the back, hidden in the shadows to maintain more of his anonymity. Stephen watched as Madison performed her second song and, by the time the third one started, and she began her cowgirl routine, Tiffany had returned with his Pepsi. "Listen, how much to get a private dance?" Tiffany grinned and glanced at the girl on stage. "Private dance with Madison?" Stephen nodded nervously."$20 for two songs. She'll come right to your table here and give you a great show. Want me to call her over after her number is done?" Stephen shook his head. "No, not here. I mean, in there." He pointed to one of the private lounges. Then Tiffany's eyes widened as did her smile. "Oh! You mean the Platinum Lounge? Yes, well, a hundred bucks gets you 30 minutes with Madison. As many songs as 30 minutes fills and, honey," Tiffany bent low and whispered into his ear, "you get to do almost everything in there!" Trying to hide his shaky voice, Stephen nodded and said, "Yes, that's what I'd like. Can you set it up, please?" Tiffany winked. "More than happy to, darlin'!" Then, after her third and final song, after gathering her tribute from sleazy men at stage side, Stephen walked to the Platinum Lounge and waited inside a private little room equipped with brown leather couches and a bar. There were mirrors on two walls and a dim light to add to the allure. He was shaking inside like leaf, his stomach leaping and dipping. He had no clue what he would say to her. Furthermore, he had no clue why he had been so emboldened by this afternoon's encounter. Furthermore, he was on autopilot now, and he knew what he wanted: to see her in private, alone, naked. She would be his, if only for but a half an hour. Stephen had been in turmoil all during the ride to the club, saying over and over again in his head how he would just hide in the shadows. But when he had seen her first act--he had made up his corrupted mind to just do it. He needed to see her, again. And nothing on heaven or on earth could stop this. Stephen knew he would serve in hell for this. Regan collected the bills waved and tossed on stage as the lights went dim and exited the stage. With an exhalation, she headed toward the counter in front of the long mirror she claimed as her own, stuffing what appeared to be good tips, into her bag and plopped in her seat." Don't get so comfy," Gary the manager, warned her as he walked up to her. Giving him a suspicious side way glance while she pulled her robe on, "Why?" Waiting to hear someone called in or something." You have a private dance in the Lounge." Leaning against the counter, holding her portion of the money out." Come on, Gary." She whined and picked up a makeup remover cloth, "You know I don't like private shows. Get Marlene. Or Jodi." Jodi pipped up, "Hell, I'll take it." Holding out her hand and flipping her fingers for the money. Gary pulled the money back and shook his head, "Sorry Jobs. He specifically asked for Madison." Each of the women rolled their eyes, but for different reasons. "Who is he?" Regan began reapplying the glossy red lipstick. If it's Wayne, you can't pay enough to take it."" A guy, been here a few times. Tiff says he's sweet and good-looking."" Fine." Snatching the money from Gary while he grinned full of gloating, "but next time...."" Yeah, I know, you don't like private shows, but that is where the money is at, sweetheart." Consigned to the fact that she'd be doing this private show anyway, Regan completely disrobed and changed into what could best be described as swatches of black Lycra stretched across all the naughty bits. As was customary, as soon as she stepped out of the backstage area, Madison was back and Regan took the backseat. Sauntering to the door where her client waited, she turned the doorknob and let herself in. She purred with seduction as she entered. "Good evening, sweetheart. I hear you wanted a little private time with me." Giving a sultry grin into the direction the man was seated but still not directly looking at him-faceless nobody. The private room was more lit than the main room, but was still dim with the low watt sconces that bathed the room in an intimate glow. She paused to hit play on the screen by the door, soft music filled the room. "Can I get you a drink before we begin, Sugar?" "Sure thing, Jack," Gary had said. He winked at Stephen and led him through the main dance floor and lounge area, through darkened hallways, deeper, deeper into the bowels of depravity. All the while, Stephen averted the gaze of faceless men, greasy foreheads and greasy hair, just stopped in from the plant, working late shifts and tired, yet not too tired to sample the flesh of this place. Stephen would know that flesh too. Tonight. Tonight he would see her up close and personal. Tonight, he would touch her, physically, not as his eyes had been relegated to previously. Tonight he could possess her, for one song or two, for a hard day's pay and earnest admiration. No, not earnest. Lustful. Tonight, Stephen would finally and fatally give in to his lust and see her in the flesh. Tonight, he would know Regan in her true form. Perhaps not her outwardly form, but in here, in her manifestation as a devilish angel. In here, she was his goddess and he could worship her up close. He sat amidst the darkened chamber, glancing about. What did he expect to see? Cameras? There might be cameras. There might be security cameras that kept watch on the women, to protect them, to capture any crimes committed. He did not see any cameras, yet he knew they must be there. He knew that the place would have to keep precautions. But it didn't matter. He had been hundreds, perhaps thousands, of the many sleazy men that had used this room, used these women. Oh, God--he hoped not Regan! He had a fleeting hope that she was still pure. Unused. Untouched by unseen men with their greasy paws, with their taloned claws. He hoped that, for some silly reason, he would be her first. Stupid. Foolish. No one would be watching. And yet, He would be. Stephen nearly lost his nerve as he squirmed in his leather seat. The Lord would be watching, as He did all things. And Stephen could change his name to Jack, but it would do no good. The deacon was about to stand up and leave--when Regan walked in and asked him if he wanted a drink! Stephen cleared his throat and said, in a small voice, "Uh.no, thank you. I have had enough of drink. I'd rather be clear-headed." He waited nervously for her to turn and see him. It was now or never. Madison gave a throaty laugh, all vixen and goddess. "Then sit up and pay attention, sweetheart. I'll give you plenty to pay attention to." She came up behind him and ran her hand through his hair seductively before leaning over, her breasts cradled the back of his head while she ran her hands down the front of his shirt and tops of his thighs. Purposely letting her breath sweep over his cheek. Her lips barely grazing his cheek. "This is how it works, Daddy." Dragging her nails up his thigh and torso, "You can look, and you can touch but when I say stop, you stop. Ok?" Sauntering in front of him, using the arms of his chair to assist her in hovering just over his lap, her back to him, awaiting his response." You have to agree to the terms...." Assuming the mumbling was his confirmation, she lowered herself onto his lap, dragging her plump bottom down to his thighs. "You don't stop and George escorts you out, got it?" She turned around and straddled his lap and shoving her breasts into his face. She moved and gyrated to the music. A sexual game of charades, as it were. She acted out how she'd rock and bounce if he'd been lucky enough to be inside her. Her eyes almost completely closed. It helped sell the act, it suggested to the men that she was lost in ecstasy. It worked for her, helped disconnect from herself. The first song was over before she spoke again. She'd expected him to talk, most of them did or at least the ones she'd danced for but there was always that one who barely breathed. "You like that, Baby?" She blew in his ear then sat back to look at him for the first time." Stephan?!" She practically yelped as she jumped back. Before she could catch her footing, George and Juan came busting through the doors and charging like a bull toward Stephan. Regan stumbled but came up between them, her hands held up. "No! No. No, it's fine. I... I got my shoe strap caught on his jeans. Furthermore, I'm fine. He's fine." George and Juan looked over at Stephan and back to Regan, paused to gauge the situation."Are you sure? We can take this guy out." Juan flexed." Really, really. It's ok." She said, coming forward to usher them to the door. Once the door was closed tho, she couldn't bring herself to turn around. What were the odds? She worked at a club two towns over specifically to avoid situations like this. What would he think of her now? Would he tell her mother? What would her mom say? How could she explain it? Question after question assaulted her. Regan opened her mouth to speak but couldn't form words, she licked her lips and tried again. With her palm against the door, head bowed in shame. "Step... Deacon Callahan. Please don't tell my mother." She wasn't sure how he found out, but it stood to reason he was here to try to get her to stop. To pray over her soul and leave this den of sin.

The Road to Redemption (Piper and Knightshadow)|rating:4.0

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Cassie padded down the stairs, the nine-year-old Twins, Rose and jack racing on ahead with all the energies that came with it. Their younger sister Jess, four ewers old trailing after them. The two-year-old in her arms squirmed, eager to join his siblings. "Alright, alright Mark let me put you down" Cassie said with a laugh, setting him down. She stood her back aching slightly, resting a hand on her rounded belly. Pregnancy number four. It was getting harder and harder to keep the kids in line, and she was surprised how easily they had gotten ready today. That was a relief. She plunked herself down in a chair at the table. As her grandchildren ran into the kitchen, which they had renovated to accolade so many mouths, Lily soon had them I order, breakfast in front of them, joining her two young children, Gracie, now nine, and Will, four. They knew if they behaved, she would give them a treat. She turned to her daughter, and smiled, "you shouldn't work yourself so hard, not when you're so close to your due date"In typical Cassie style, she poked her tongue out. Lily laughed, "some things never change" she said happily. Pakuna came in out of the rain, pausing in the small enclosed space to dry off and change clothes. He no longer had to worry about the underground flooding. They had fixed that problem, thank goodness, but Fauna seemed troubled, a taking out a somewhat dry letter from his coat pocket, and heading inside. Abyss padded downstairs, chasing down 5-year-old Kenna and her own set of 3-year-old twins, Chloe and Call. "Donovan, they're coming your way!" She called to her husband. Ceyleigh bounced her newest son in the nursery, absolutely exhausted since Lauryn wouldn't calm down, and she hadn't slept for the last 3 days." Hey there stud," Sahara said, helping Jordan put on a dry sweatshirt after just coming in from playing outside. Donovan laughed, grabbing Kenna, swinging her up into his arms, shifting her to be able to catch the twins in one arm, kneeling to accomplish this "what's this?" He said, "playing games?" Lester stood in the doorway, then said, "let me take him. You go rest" he walked up, giving her smile." Looks like I'm not the only one whose been out I'm the rain" fauna said, setting the letter aside Kenna let out a squeal of laughter, the other little girls letting out a similar sound shortly after Kenna's capture. "We wanted to see if we could play in the puddles!" Kenna said excitedly. "Puddles!" Chloe and Call exclaimed. Ceyleigh gave him a tired and thankful smile, passing Lauryn over. "He's colicky," She said, kissing his cheek before going to their room and crawling into bed." Jordan wanted to catch frogs and a ton live in the pond nearby," Sahara said, her eyes drifting to the letter. "What's that?" Donovan smiled, "breakfast first, then maybe we shall see if we can get your cousins involved too. I'm sure the parents will enjoy me taking you all out"Lester gently Lauryn, "hey there little man" he gently rocked him, heading down the stairs"Well, it could be something, it could be nothing" fauna said, and then sighed "Okay daddy," Kenna said, kissing his cheek then squirming out of his arm, running to the kitchen. Call and Chloe copied Kenna and followed, giggling. Abyss smiled at the sight. "You're such a good daddy," She said to him. Auryn fussed and kicked his little feet, his tummy hurting, and he felt restless." Go on in and see if Auntie Lilly is finished cooking," Sahara said, watching Jordan run off before turning to Fauna. "Is it from Melanie? She's supposed to visit today." Donovan smiled, "It's easy to be, with such good kids" he gave her a kiss lily looked up as Kenna Cathy and Chloe ran in, the as Jordan did, "that's nearly all of them" she said, grabbing more plates and setting them out. Cassie rose to help, but lily gently pushed her back down-easter grabbed a blanket, swaddling Lauryn, rocking and patting his back. Since it NAD stopped raining, he's heading outside, hoping the cool air would help. Pakuna shook his head, "no. From the elders. Elder Min has passed away, but it is believed it was from unnatural causes" Kenna gave him a laugh. "They stole candy from your secret stash yesterday," She said. Jake and Grain walked in, Jake going to Cassie and kissing her cheek. "Mornin'!" He said with a smile. Auryn calmed a little but continued his fussing." They think someone killed an elder?" Sahara asked, keeping her voice down. "Little devils'" Donovan said, "that's the second time. But I love them, so I keep it in the same spot anyway"Cassie smiled, "good morning" she said, "I'd get you some breakfast, but mum isn't letting me work" she said, but was nevertheless cheerful.Lester walked around the yard, continuing his rocking and patting, "little tyke, you're going to make me sing aren't you?" He sighed, then chose a song. It was the only other thing he could think of, short of making a medicine, and he wouldn't do that. He started to sing softly, keeping the rocking and patting going." Yes, yes they do. Which means trouble, once it's been confirmed" fauna said wearily sitting on the bed "Mm, c'mon, let's get some breakfast," Abyss said, leading him to the kitchen." That's fine babe, I can get myself something. Assuming your mother lets me in the kitchen," Jake said. Zahara sat next to him and hugged him. "We'll worry about this later, for now, let's go spend time around our overly crowded table." Donovan nodded and followed, the noisy kitchen always a happy site"Good luck" Cassie said with a laugh, she turned to the kids, making sure they were all okay with their breakfast." Alright" he said, returning her hug, still clearly worried. He led the way down to TNE kitchen Abyss took her spot between Kenna and one of the twins. Jake smiled and ducked into the kitchen. Zahara gave him a quick kiss. "We should wait a while to tell the others, tonight after the little ones are asleep." Donovan sat down as well, noticing that nearly everyone was there. Lily looked UO, "more food?" She asked, already grabbing mire plates, pakuna nodded, "right" he agreed, shoving the letter in a pocket, "Yes please," Jake said, starting to help Lilly." Donovan, when's Melanie supposed to be here?" Abyss asked. Lily had gotten a ha due on cooking for so many, but it was always good to have some help. She smiled at Jake, putting food onto plates.Donovan frowned, "so etc e today" he said, "you can never get a time-out kph NER" Abyss nodded. "Do you think she'll bring her mate along this time? I know she'll bring her son," She said. "Elaine is hard to predict" Donovan said with a shrug, "It's just easier to go with the flow for her, but yes, plan for her mate" "Fair enough," Abyss said, looking up as Jake brought out platters of meat and eggs. Lily carried the last of the breakfast out, setting it down, "you know, even after all these years, it still amazes me how food disappears so quickly" Double post, sites going slow for me "Well, what do you expect from a house of wolves?" Sahara asked with a laugh, taking her seat. Lily laughed, "yes, well, it still amazes me" she helped Will with his food, before sitting down to eat herself Grain leaned back in his chair, an arm slinging around Lily while he waited for the little ones to get their food. Lily smiled at Grain quite happily. It had been a good few years, relatively easy, and that was good, since the early 21 years had been filled with vampire attacks. Now, thanks to the treaty, there hadn't been any, at least from the local coven. The underground wolves had finally been able to be trained, and were running efficiently, somethingnPakuna had been working on for years. Being able to live peacefully had enabled Lily to work more on her healing, and she had created plenty of could products. Then there was Gracie and Will. And her grand children. So Lily NAD plenty to be happy about, they all did. Cassie but up Marks food to make it easier for the two-year-old to eat, into small soft pieces. Jess tore into her food before Cassie could get to the four years old plate AMD she laughed. Pakua retched his mind away for GTE disturbing letter, watching his family, waiting for everyone to fill far plates first "Is Lester going to come and eat? And where's Raleigh?" Sahara asked, looking around. "Is Lester going to come and eat? And where's Raleigh?" Sahara asked, looking around. Lester had just come inside, Still rocking Lauryn gently. He stopped at they kitchen, "Calais sleeping. Turns colicky" he said as an explanation "Ah, here, let me see him," Sahara said. Lester looked down at Turn and smiled "alright" he said Sahara went over and took Lauryn, draping him over her arm and gently pushing his legs to his tummy, laughing when there was a small fart and Lauryn calmed down. "Well damn. Didn't think of that" Lester said "All four kids were colicky babies," Sahara said with a shrug. "Oh, well. Raleigh can still sleep" he said, sitting down Sahara nodded, sitting back down with Lauryn still laying on her arm. "Poor thing," She said. "Calais?" Lester said, "I'm trying to get her to relax and let me look after the kids, but half the time she does listen" (Sometimes it does show I've posted...)) "I know, she's tenacious and wants to be wonder woman," Sahara said. "I am hope she rests for a while, if I can keep the kids quite inside" Lester said"Well, Kenney and the twins want to go outside and play in the puddles, I can take the other kids LUT too" Donovan said "Me too!" Jordan exclaimed, squirming in his chair." Just make sure everyone bundles up, it's chilly out," Abyss said. "Everyone will b3 bundled up" Donovan said"That will be great" Lester said, "ill help watch then them" "Good, you tire out the rugrats, we'll get some work done," Abyss said. "Fun" Donovan said with a laugh "Oh if you will be, we're planning a baby shower," Abyss said. Donovan nodded, turning to the kids, and Lester, "then let's get out of here before they put bows on everyone!" He said to them with a laugh "No bows, racecars," Abyss said with a grin. "Still stands!" Donovan said, "alright troops, let's move it! Bundle up, then puddles!" The girls giggled and ran to go get their coats and boots. Lester stood, ushering his own bunch out, "coats, and boots, all of you. We don't need colds in this house!" Rose and Jack turned pleading eyes to Cassie, and she laughed, "go play with your cousins. Watch out for Mark, and tell Donovan and Lester not to let Jess run off" they nodded eagerly, Jack grabbing Marks hand, Jess running after them." Which means you two can go too" lily said to Grace and will, "behave" Abyss smiled as she watched the kids run out. "So, what should we get started on first?" She asked. "Well, I'll clean up from breakfast first" lily said, "so we can at least use the table. Then there's decorations, food, things like that to think of" Abyss nodded. "And then I've got to wrap my little present for Donovan," She said, standing. "I'll grab the shopping list." "You'd think with all the showers we've planned, that we'd have some sort of folder" Cassie mused "We do, it's called the shopping list," Sahara said with a grin. "Which gets longer every time" Cassie said, "do we ever know where it gets left?" "Office, top filing cabinet drawer," Sahara said, sipping at her coffee after shifting Lauryn. Cassie laughed, "we then""An organized house never crumbles" lily said, comingnback in "That and Raleigh goes nuts every time she has nesting syndrome," Abyss said, carrying the large file back. "True. Just easier to make your everything is organized, or she'll try AMD tear out the sink again" lily said sitting"Ah, so that's why the house is so clean lately" Cassie said amused, "trying to prevent nesting for me" "Raleigh ripped the sink out because she had nothing left to clean," Sahara said with a laugh. "There is always something clean" lily said with a shrug "Back to business. Cassie and I will go and pick up the last few things for food and decorations," Abyss said. Cassie jumped at the opportunity to actually do something, "great!" She said happily "Alright, just finish getting ready and then we can leave," Abyss said. Cassie was ready, but she checked on the kids, to see them soaked through and having fun with the other kids, Lester and Donovan "okay, ready" Abyss nodded and got her bag and jacket, passing Cassie her jacket. "We'll be taking the truck!" She called. Cassie tugged on her jacket, which didn't do up presently, but was better than nothing. She headed out, to the truck. Abyss climbed in and started it up, driving off once she and Cassie were both buckled. "Anything else we need while we're out?" Abyss asked. Cassie thought for a few moments, "nothing I can think of off the top of my head. Clothes maybe for the kids" Abyss nodded and drove to the party store first, pulling up to the front to let Cassie out. "I'll find a spot to park and then meet up inside." "Okay" Cassie said, getting out, moving off the street Abyss looked around and drove down the parking lot, frowning at how little parking there was. She huffed and then everything went black as she heard a sickening crunch of metal and bone when a hummer slammed into her side of the truck, sending it rolling. Cassie turned, hearing this, and she screamed, "abyss!" Through the mill of people, she made her way through. Someone pulled her back when she drew near, "Abyss!" They might be sturdy built, stronger than humans, but hit like that...."ABYSS!" she was crying, trying to get closer, even as authorities arrived. She was pulled away further, and set down. She sobbed, accepting a phone. And dialed home. No one was telling her anything Sahara looked up as the phone rang and went over picking it up after seeing an odd number on the caller ID. "Hello?" She asked, bouncing Lauryn. Cassie took a deep, shuddering breath, "Aunt Sahara. I... I...you need to get down here...its...oh, god... Alyss" she knew she wasn't making any sense. "She's been hit by a car" she barely got that sentence out. Sahara's heart seized when Cassie said it was Abyss and dropped the phone, running out. "Fauna!" She screamed. Fauna looked up, looking for danger, but that wasn't the type of scream associated with danger, he rose, running through the house, to Sahara, "what, what happened?" "C-Cassie called. Abyss has been hit by a car," She managed to get out, tears threatening to stream down her cheeks. Raleigh had heard the scream and bolted out of bed, running downstairs. Donovan turned slowly, staring at the house. His keen hearing, left over from his days as a vampire, had caught this. He stood frozen, and then he was moving, ignoring letters cry out Time seemed to stop for a second, Abyss. His baby girl. Fauna flashed to seeing her wrapped up in tubes at the hospital, so tiny..."where?" He whispered. If she was hurt...he would be there. Lily was nearby, AMD upon hearing the scream, followed Sahara. She took Lauryn, gently wriggling him out of Bahamas arms. "Go" she said, "I will look after Jordan" she needed to know someone would be there form Cassie too. "Jake?" She called, looking up when Raleigh bolted down stairs "Th-They were going to the party store," Sahara said and then Raleigh was back upstairs pulling on jeans and boots. She'd have to go since she was Any's blood type. Jake ran after Donovan and looked to Lily. "Cassie, is she alright?" He asked, grabbing his keys. "Ca! Move it!" Fauna was already heading to the door. Lily pushed Sahara to follow, Lauryn on one hip, "go!" Liky turned to Jake, "she called, so I'm positive she's okay. But it's a stressful situation. She will need you" lily got through these sorts of things by being calm, being rationally. "I'll look after the kids, I'll call up Alec and Lucas too. Just go"Donovan was out the door, with only a backward glance, a hurried thanks to lily. And then he was in his wolf form, and gone. Through the trees, it was only a ten-minute travel to the town. Around the trees, it was longer. He cut through the trees Raleigh didn't bother with the last flight of stairs, simply hopping the railing and then running out the door the moment her feet hit the ground, Sahara nodded to Lily and followed after Fauna in a daze. Jake took one of the smaller cars, driving to town and jumping out of the car once he got to the parking lot. "Cassie!" He yelled, running over. Fauna already had the car started. He refused to think, and when they were in the car, he was off. Cassie looked up, taking her head out her hands "Jake!" She cried, she was pale and shaking, tears rolling down her cheeks, "I... I..." Donovan reached the store, shifted forms, running across the parking lot, feet pounding, staring at the wreckage. Someone stopped him as he tried to cross "that's my wife! Abyss! Abyss!" Jake pulled her close and kissed the top of her head, trying not to look at the twisted and bloodied wreck. The fire department was only just now getting the truck cut open to pull Abyss out, once they finished, EMTs rushed over and loaded her onto a gurney, starting on CPR. "I know baby," He whispered to her." Go straight to the hospital dad," Raleigh said, calling Grain's father and then the other werewolf doctors that worked at the local hospital. Cassie couldn't help but watch, she whimpered, looking away as they took her out. Abyss was meant to be full of life, not limp, bloodied.fauna turned the wheel sharply towards the hospitality took five people to hold Donovan back, to stop him running to Abyss. The EMTs got Abyss breathing again and loaded her into the ambulance, driving to the hospital. Jake stroked Cassie's hair and reached over to Donovan, taking a firm hold on his arm. "Get in the Jeep, we're following them," He said. It wouldn't do for Donovan to run around in his wolf form, he'd likely be hit by a car with how busy the roads were. Ceyleigh finished her calls and jumped out of the car once Fauna had parked, running inside and going to get blood drawn. Donovan didn't day anything, unclimbed into the car. Pakuna parked the car, not caring where, and got out Jake helped Cassie in and then drove to the hospital, parking near the entrance. Alyss was rushed into surgery just as Raleigh finished giving blood, the poor thing was slumped in a chair looking pale and even more exhausted. Donovan didn't wait for the car to stop when they reached the hospital, instead leaping out the car, and bolting in. He would have torn the whole place about, if he hadn't seen Fauna, Sahara and Raleigh. Donovan had never seen that look on Kaunas face. Complete and utter fear. This, more than anything, stopped him in his tracks. He gave a great sigh, and went over to them. "Abyss is strong" he said softly. Cassie waited for the car to stop to get out "Any's always been a fighter, even as a baby," Raleigh said with a nod, munching on a cookie. Jake helped Cassie out and led her inside. Fauna nodded, but he stared down the hallway she had been taken, fearful. Donovan joined him." Anything?" Cassie asked "Abyss was just taken into surgery, I gave as much blood as I could, but it's not looking too good," Abyss said. "It hit her head on..." Cassie said softly, trailing off, sitting down, "they wouldn't let me near...she d-d-dropped me off. Maybe if she hadn't, the hummer wouldn't have hit" "Cassie, don't you dare even say that," Grain said, walking up having just gotten the news and rushed over since he was helping Nan out. "That Hummer was waiting for you two. It was just lucky Abyss dropped you off." "Waiting?" Cassie said, "why?" Pakuna sighed, sitting down head in his hands, shaking, anger and fear whirling within him. "Because you are my pack. Because someone is attacking elders. Because I am the next likely contender to replace elder Min" Sahara looked at Fauna in surprise. "You're being considered for an elder status?" She asked. "That's what you are focusing on?" Fauna said, "yes, all pack leaders get considered for elder status" "I didn't know that," Sahara muttered. "But why would they target Min and you? Why hurt the girls?" Melanie walked up to the house with Alex following, holding her hand. "Hello?" She called, knocking on the door. "Hurting Abyss hurts me. It isn't exactly a hiddennfact that my pack is a good way to get to me, and an even better way is to hurt my family" patina said, "as for targeting elders...that's what the letter was about"Lily opened the door, Lauryn held in her arms, little Mark holding her hand, "Melanie" she said, seemingly surprised, the remembered they had been expecting her after all. "Oh. Oh, gods. Come in. The kids are all running around inside. I've got then all, you see. I have Lester, Lucas and Alec here, but even so, they are a handful." She was babbling, she winced, stepping aside, shutting the door after them, "abyss has...there's been an accident" Sahara nodded. "How soon until we start hunting this bastard down then?" She asked. Melanie gave Lily a friendly smile, and then it vanished when she heard about Abyss. "I'm so sorry Lily, is there any news about her yet?" She asked, stepping inside and letting Alex go to play with the other kids. "And I can call Victor if we need someone else here." "As soon as we know she is safe" fauna said"Well, that would be great, then I can let Lester go and be with Raleigh" lily said Melanie nodded and pulled her phone out, calling her mate and asking for him to come and help babysit a load of pups. When he arrived, Lily told Lester to go, and he did gratefully. "Thank you" lily said, setting Lauryn down in a portacrib Melanie nodded, holding Call as she drifted off for a nap. "You're welcome. I was coming to tell Fauna that something strange was going on within the other covens. Their leaders have been vanishing, some turning up dead." Lily was silent for a few moments looking over the children, all of whom were climbing over Lucas and Alec. "There has been Ru ORS of similar things happen. Some of our elders have been attacked, and one killed" "This isn't good... Someone's trying to throw both races off balance," She said. Lily sighed, "so. What should we do?" She said, "e are all over then place at the moment. And Abyss...and Cassie can't fight at the moment, if it co ES to that" she realized just how vulnerable they all were at the moment. "Oh, this is bad" "I'll ask some questions among the other covens. I've got a terrible feeling that this isn't even close to over," Melanie said. Lily nodded, "me either" she said, "and after this, Fauna won't rest 9until whatever breasts who hurt Abyss are caught. None of us will" Melanie nodded and put Call down on one of the many sleeping mats strewn about the play room. "You've got that right," She said. "We will need someone with the kids at all times" lily said speaking out loud, "As much as it will cause Cassie grief, she will have to be one of the ones staying with TNE kids. We have a lot of pack members, and are friendly with the other packs in TNE area. Lots of wolf power. How many covens will be fine working with us?" Melanie nodded. "With my coven included, there are several that are beginning to form alliances with packs," She said. "That's a relief" Lily said, just as Lucas sat up, turning his head, "something's coming" he said, already untangling himself from the kids, and heading outside. Alec followed suit. Lily hesitated, glancing at Turn, and the other kids." I don't like this" she said, rising, "kids! Stay quiet. And together. Don't leave this room" she took headed out. What she saw outside wasn't what she expected. Lucas and Alec, in wolf form, were growling at another wolf. Smaller than the boys, but no less formidable, the wolf had gray in its fur, signifying age. Its fur was brown where it wasn't gray. It offered no threat, simply stood therein was the eyes that gave her away. "Nan" the wolf gave a small whine, and fell to the ground Victor and Melanie gathered the kids up and ducked under the view of the window sill. "It's another wolf," Victor said softly. Melanie nodded and looked down, counting kids, freezing when she didn't see Alex among them. She bit her lip and looked around before running out of the room. Lily found a dart on Nan. "Help get her inside. Then look around, see if anyone followed" Lily said, heading inside just as Melanie ran out "what?" Melanie looked at the wolf briefly then looked around, biting her lip. "I can't find Alex," She said. "One trouble after another. Can you catch his scent?" Lily asked, glancing about. She had been sure none of the kids had slipped passed her "Faintly, he's not in the house," Melanie said. "It's not easy since he's a halfling." "Then maybe you need another halfling to find him" Lily said, taking a few sniffs of the air, distinguishing from the wolf children. "Kenna's the only other halfling, I don't think she's able to track yet," Melanie said, taking in deep breaths to try and get a better scent. "I really hate shifting in the house" Lily sighed but did so, her wolf form small and agile, closer to that of a true wolf than anything else. She sniffed, trying to follow the scent "Lily, go help that wolf. Victor can sniff out Alex," Melanie said but looked up as she heard a giggle from the hall closet. She went over and opened it up, pulling Alex into her arms. "You scared me! You're not supposed to go off on your own," She said, hugging him tightly. Lily gave a wolf shrug. She headed outside, sniffing around. She didn't smell anything besides them, and Nan, so she shifted back and headed to the treatment ruin It was hours later that Abyss was out of surgery and wheeled into a room in the ICU, hooked up to monitors and wires with tubes down her throat. Her left arm and leg were broken and wrapped in casts, her torso was wrapped as well for her broken ribs and there were scratches all over her face, arms and legs. Grain's father sighed and closed the door, going to meet with everyone in the lobby. "I'm not sure if you'll want to, but you can see her now," He said gravely. Fauna closed his eyes a minute.I'm not sure if you'll want to.... He rose, "we will be with her" he said softly, "I'm not going to leave her alone in there" Grain's father nodded and led them down the hall, Sahara holding Fauna's hand tightly. Donovan followed, stopping himself from early running down the hall. Memories of walking these halls before crashed into Kaunas mind. He pushed them back, aching to reached Abyss. When he saw her, he stopped dead. "Oh, god" he whispered, his free hand forming a fist. He would get the low lives that had done this to her. He would make sure they didn't last long. Sahara froze and put a hand over her mouth, tears starting to stream down her cheeks. She let go of Fauna and went over to Abyss, stroking a few strands of hair away from her face. Fauna walked over, gently, carefully, taking her right hands in his."abyss..." Donovan stood, staring. He couldn't comprehend it Sahara wiped her eyes and looked up to Fauna. "I never thought we'd have to be here like this. Not again." Fauna sighed, "I never did either. But she is strong..." he trailed off, unable to finish "And she's a fighter, just like you," Sahara said then looked to Donovan. Fauna nodded, unable to say anything O'Donovan had managed to walk to the end of the bed, not taking his eyes of Abyss. "It's still Any Donovan... Just not bouncing around like usual," Sahara said. "It's wrong, she shouldn't be laying in a bed, injured. She should be bouncing around" Donovan said, "I know its Abyss. I can't stand seeing her like this" "I know, it's hard for us to see her like this again..." Sahara said. "I will find who do this" patina said softly, Donovan moved to the head of the bed "And we'll make them pay," Sahara said with a nod. "They can't hurt any of us, and expect to not pay the price" fauna said,"Yeah" Donovan agreed, softly "The kids are going to need you while she's here, once we get all the details, you should go home to the girls," Sahara said. As much as it hurt, Donovan nodded. "I know" he said, "I will" (Should we skip?) (okay) (When to?) (well, Abyss is your character. So whenever she lives, or dies...)) (I won't kill her, heck, she didn't even lose the baby, so let's skip to when she wakes up a month or two later?) (alrighty then. Which means Cassie's child would be born)Fauna had spent the last month tracking down the beings that had harmed Abyss, to no luck. He trudged into the hospital, like he did every day. He wasn't surprised when he saw Donovan, asleep in a chair beside Abyss's bed. As Sandra cried, Cassie jigged her, after checking she wasn't hungry, she wasn't dirty, she didn't need to be burped, or anything. She just wanted to cry. She was getting frustrated, Mark tugging at her pant leg smiling happily. The two-year-old just couldn't comprehend that she was busy at the moment. Jake walked in and bit his lip, seeing how frustrated Cassie was getting and walked over, taking Sandra. "I'll take the baby for a while, go take a break," He said. Alyss was breathing easily, no longer tubed and no longer had any casts. The doctors were taking her out of the coma today since she was in the all clear so far, but there had been some brain injuries, and they still weren't sure how she would be when she woke up. She furrowed her brow and stirred. Cassie was grateful. She picked up Mark, "I forgot how two-year-olds can be/ He wants attention all the time. I can't figure out why Lassie is crying"Fauna gently shook Donovan awake as Abyss seemed to stir (...) Abyss groaned, and her eyes fluttered open, her looking around squinting as her eyes tried to focus. "Daddy?" She asked hoarsely." Maybe it's like with Lauryn? Did you try that trick Sahara did with him?" Jake asked. Fauna was there in an instant, "Here" e said Cassie nodded, "I've tried everything. She might just want to cry..." "W-Where are we?" Abyss asked then her eyes focused on Donovan. ".... Hey...." "Hospital" Fauna said, "You were hit by a car. You've been here a while"Donovan nodded, coming over, "the kids are okay" He said softly, figuring she would ask after them Abyss looked at them both confused. "... What kids?" She asked. "Why aren't you two at each other's throats?" Both Fauna and Donovan looked at each other "Abyss..." Donovan started then stopped"It's been five years since I've wanted to rip his throat out" Fauna said"Our kids. Kenna. Chloe, Call..." Donovan managed to say "No, it hasn't been five years. What sort of sick joke is this!?" Abyss demanded, sitting up. Donovan grimaced, and took out his wallet, which held photos of them, and the kids, "Abyss, it has been five years. See? Photos of us with the kids. This is no joke" Abyss looked at the pictures but turned away from them. "Then why can't I remember!? And don't you smell like a vampire?!" "Probably because you were hit by a car. I don't smell like a vampire because I am not one anymore. We fled from my mother when you fell pregnant with Kenna. I drank a really horrid, and painful potion, and became a werewolf, so my scent couldn't be tracked. I Decided not to go back to being a vampire. The pizza was too good to miss out on" Donovan tried to smile, and failed, "you have a little brother too"Fauna had slipped out to find a doctor, returning in moments "... Mom can't have any more kids," Abyss said, her eyes finally landing on the bump where her belly should be, her eyes growing wide and she paled. "Surrogacy. What is it?" Donovan asked as she paled "I-I'm pregnant?" She asked, a few seconds away from another panic attack. "Evidently" Donovan said"Cassie said that's why you guys were out, that you couldn't find a parking spot at the store, and you dropped her off, and then as you continued to search for a spot, the car slammed into you" Fauna said. He wouldn't mention that it was deliberate, "You've been in a coma for a while Sweaty." Abyss hugged herself and bit her lip. "I want to go home," She said. If the doctors say we can, we will take you home Fauna said "C-Can you call mom here then?" She asked. "Of course" Fauna said, heading out to go call Zahara sat with Any and Donovan's kids, watching as they colored. She looked up when the phone rang and answered. "Is Any alright?" She asked after seeing the caller ID. "She's awake, and She wants you" Fauna said, he sighed, "She doesn't remember the last five years..." Sahara nodded. "Alright, I'm on my way. Should I bring the girls along?" She asked. Fauna hesitated, then said, "May as well. Might be good. What do you think?" "It's worth a try, I'll be there in a bit," Sahara said, hanging up and started rounding up the girls and then Jordan, loading them into one of the SUVs and making extra sure they were strapped in before driving to the hospital. Fauna hung up the phone, took a few deep breaths, and headed back into Abyss room Sahara got there and led the group of kids up, Kenna and the twins running and clambering onto the bed. "Mommy!" They exclaimed, hugging her. Abyss froze with a look of panic, not sure what to do. One at a time" Donovan said, scooping the twins up quickly Kenna hugged Abyss tightly and sniffled. "I missed you mommy," She said. Abyss hesitated but hugged the girl back, still not sure what to make of this. Donovan watched, shifting slightly. He really didn't know what to do. He couldn't imagine how Abyss felt. What was it like to wake UPP, with five years gone? He felt himself shudder at just imagining him forgetting her, and the kids. It will all be okay" He said (Sorry. Nets going slow. Got patient. Hit button twice) "Alright munchkin, let your sisters be with mommy for a little bit," Sahara said, helping Kenna down. Donovan let the twins down The twins snuggled up and each one rest their head on one of Abyss's shoulders before falling fast asleep. "They haven't been able to sleep well since you've been here," Sahara said, letting Kenna sit at the foot of the bed. Abyss hugged both girls close, tears forming in her eyes. Why couldn't she remember this, and who was the bastard that stole it from her? Donovan swallowed, as the girls fell asleep. He had been trying hard to be everything they needed, but it appeared that no one could be a substitute for a kids mother. For the first time, he really and truly considered what it would have been like if Abyss hadn't woken, if she had instead entered a living death, and he shuddered. A world without Abyss just wasn't possible." We should get the photo album" He said"might be helpful" "I figured you might think of that," Sahara said, pulling one of the large photo albums out of a backpack. "Well, then, open it" Donovan said, "I always forget just how big they are" Sahara nodded and opened it, handing the album over to Donovan so he could show Abyss the pictures. Donovan shifted, holding the album, so Abyss could see Abyss looked through the pictures, frowning when she didn't see any for Kenna's birth until Kenna was a few months old. "Why don't we have any of Kenna's earlier pictures?" She asked, looking to Donovan. "Because we were hiding from my mother, and then when we went back...well, she had attacked the different packs in the area, thinking we-i was hiding among them I guess. After being changed to a wolf, I wasn't technically her blood anymore, so she couldn't track me like that. One thing let to another, AMD we now, thanks to Fauna and Elaine, have a truce between our kinds" Donovan said, "so we didn't have a chance to take photos until everything had died down" "Oh... Why is she so tiny here? Call and Raleigh look almost twice her size even as newborns," Abyss said. "Halfling births aren't exactly easy" Donovan said softly, "she was premature." He said Abyss nodded and continued flipping through the album, seeing some new children occasionally. The girls were still snuggled against her when she was finished, and she looked to Donovan. "Can I go home?" She asked. Donovan looked to Fauna who shrugged then nodded "sure" Donovan said "I'll go and get the paperwork started," Sahara said, starting out and leaving Jordan with Fauna. Fauna took Jordan's hand, "it will take a little while for the paperwork to be sorted" Sahara walked back a while later and had a small bag with her. "I packed some clothes that should fit you before I came here," Sahara said, setting the clothes on the bed. Abyss nodded and gently moved the twins, finding it difficult to lift even one of them. Just how long had she been asleep? "Can you help me mom?" She asked and Sahara scooped up both girls. Donovan took the photo album, putting it aside Abyss sat up and then blushed. "C-Can you go, so I can get dressed?" She asked, looking to both Donovan and Fauna. Donovan nodded, "I'll go take the album, and your gear to the car" Even though he didn't know where the car was, he could find it easily enough following Sahara, and the kids scents. Pakuna headed to the door Sahara gave Abyss a hug and then helped her get dressed, waking the girls up. A nurse then wheeled Abyss out of the hospital in a wheelchair with the twins sitting on Kenna's lap. "Alright boys, let's go and get some ice cream and pickles," Sahara said, helping Abyss into the car and buckling the kids in. Donovan clambered into the car, buckling in. Pakuna watched over, looking about, uneasy. "Go on and take the car you brought, I made sure that I drove one of the steel framed cars here," Sahara said, kissing Fauna. Fauna had actually forgotten he had driven a car here. He rarely drove, preferring his wolf form. He nodded, "See you at home" "See you in a bit," Sahara said, giving him a smile before getting into the car and driving off. Fauna walked to the car, getting in, he frowned at the letter he had left unopened. No stamp, of course. The elders had other ways of getting mail to who they wanted it to go to. He would have to read it. He drove home, unable to shake the feeling that someone was watching. Sahara drove home and unloaded the kids from the car. "Any, let Donovan help you inside, I need to tell your sister and cousins that you're here and shouldn't get too excited," Sahara said then went inside. "Cause that's always worked before" Donovan muttered, getting out the car, going to help Alyss held onto Donovan as her legs shook for a moment, still not very strong. Raleigh looked up from what she was doing as Sahara walked in and then she ran outside. "Any!" She exclaimed, running over but slowing and carefully pulling her into a hug. Donovan stood watching, grabbing the hospital bag out the car. Pakuna pulled up, getting out his car Raleigh pulled back and sniffled. "It's good To have you back Albert," She said, leading Abyss back inside. Abyss smiled and let Raleigh lead her along, looking around at the several changes to the house. Donovan and Fauna followed. Pakuna glanced around the grounds before entering the house. He knew it was as protected as it could be, as was the town, and still he felt uneasy. He would find the ones responsible for trying to kill Abyss, and make sure they wouldn't harm someone again. Donovan set the bag down, followed "So... I guess I've got a lot of people I need to meet... Again..." Abyss said, sitting on the couch, looking down at her belly for a moment, feeling unnerved that she was pregnant and didn't even remember it happening. "I'd say so, since we are a large mob of people" Donovan said, "But there are lots of photo albums, and videos and probably some written things around" Abyss nodded. "Okay, but... where do I start?" She asked. "I guess from the last moment you clearly remember" Donovan replied ".... The first time we agreed to start dating each other," Abyss said. "Uh, well. Hm. This could take a while" Donovan said, "We had to, after all, sneak around the pack and the coven. We left letter's in trees to each other, always a different one so as not to get caught. And then...there's only one way a vampire can produce a child, and I forgot about it and that night, before the sun rose, Kenna was conceived. From there..." He settled back to tell the tale, right up until they were safe, to the truce had been made. "Wow... so much has happened since then..." Abyss said softly, and then she felt tears pricking at her eyes for absolutely no reason before she was bawling. Donovan went and wrapped his arms gently around her, "You'll remember it all" he said softly, quite sure of it. "And if not, we will all tell stories until you are sure you remember it" "I-I don't know why I'm crying," Abyss managed between sobs. "Then It's just because you need to" Donovan said, "so, cry" Abyss sniffled and buried her face into Donovan's shoulder, crying until she dozed off. Sahara looked in and watched the pair. "Poor thing," She said softly. "You'd better get her to bed," She said. Donovan nodded, gently standing so as not to disturb Abyss, carrying her up to their bed. He put her down gently, covering her with the blankets, going back downstairs for a few moments. "The kids?" He asked Sahara "They're all down for naps. The girls are actually sleeping this time," Sahara said. "Why don't you stay in the guest room for a couple of nights? Sharing a bed might be a little fast for her right now." "Thank you. I don't know what I would have done without everyone" Donovan said gratefully, "I don't want to leave her alone though" "We're family, no one goes through anything alone," Sahara said. "Then maybe one of the guys can find a cot in the storage shed you can set up." "There's already one up there, from when the kids stole the bed from me last week" Donovan said "The kids took over your bed?" Sahara asked. "One did, then the other two followed. Not a one of then sleeps without wriggling every five minutes. It was easier to sleep in a cot" "Poor things, the bed is probably one of the things that has a constant Any scent on it," Sahara said. Donovan nodded, "One reason I didn't fuss about it, another was I felt better with them there" "Then I wouldn't be surprised if one or two of them show up there tonight," She said. "Neither would I" Donovan said "I'll head on up"When Donovan left, Fauna stepped up, the white letter in his hand "another message from The elders" he said softly Sahara looked to Fauna and bit her lip. "Good news or bad?" She asked softly. "It depends" Fauna replied, "others pack leaders have stated they do know which elder position. Which just leaves me" Sahara nodded. "What happens now then?" She asked. "Now? I mean things are going to get more dangerous than they need to be, and more secretive as I decide whether to accept. I've already set up more patrols" Sahara nodded. "Melanie's sent word that she's done much the same on her distant borders," Sahara said, picking a toy up and putting it in the living room's toy box. "And we still don't know who is behind the attack" Fauna sighed, slipping the letter in a pocket "It won't be long until we find whoever hurt Any and the elders," Sahara said. "For someone to get this close, I don't like it" Fauna sighed. He looked about "but, we will indeed catch them" "I don't like it either," Sahara said then gave Fauna a kiss and a hug. Fauna returned both, "for tonight, let's just be happy Abyss is back. I think we should have feast or something. Something happy" "Maybe tomorrow, Any's asleep. Her pregnancy is hitting her full swing right now," Sahara said. Fauna nodded "tomorrow's good enough too" Sahara nodded and stretched. "Anyway, how are you feeling my love?" She asked. "Good. Abyss is home and pretty much well. I'm just worried" Fauna replied "How about you take a hot shower and I give you a message?" Sahara asked. "That sounds good. What about Jordan?" Fauna asked "He's napping with the rest of the kids." "Alright then. I was wondering why it was so quite" "Alright then. I was wondering why it was so quite" Sahara smiled and nodded. "It's nice, isn't it?" She asked. "Yes, so best to take advantage of it" Fauna agreed, returned her smile "Mm, now go shower," She said with a giggle. "Okay, Okay, I'm going" Fauna said with a laugh, going to shower. He felt like he could stay under the warmth of the pounding water, but soon was out, drying Sahara got some lotion and sat on their bed, waiting. Fauna headed out when ready, smiling when he saw Sahara waiting Sahara grinned and patted the spot in front of her. Fauna headed over, smiling, "sometimes I wonder what I ever did to deserve you" "Besides look hot and rescue me from vampires?" She asked with a giggle. "Well, yes" Fauna smiled, "considering you only got taken by the vampires because of me" "They didn't even know I was your girlfriend until they heard you howling after I was taken," Sahara said. "I suppose that's true" Fauna said, "and I wasn't alpha then" "CEST la vie," Sahara said with a shrug. "Now lay down so I can massage you already." Fauna chuckled, and did so, laying down Kenna rubbed her eyes and went to her parents room, crawling onto the bed and snuggling up with Abyss, quickly falling asleep again. When Donovan entered their room, seeing Kenna he smiled, then sat on the cot. He rested his head on his hands, elbows on his knees, and let out a long slow breath. Abyss stirred and put a protective arm around Kenna before settling. Ceyleigh sighed and picked up the book she was reading while Lauryn slept in the crook of her arm. Cassie was beyond pleased when Mark went down for a nap easily, and without promoting. She was greatly pleased when Sandra stopped crying. She gently jigged her as she walked about. The twins were happily occupying themselves, as nine-year-olds could, and Jess was playing with toys. She gently put Sandra in her cot when she fell asleep, Raleigh stood after a while and set the book back in its spot before padding downstairs and to the kitchen. Lily was talking on the phone in the kitchen, and looked up as Calais came in, soon hanging up. She smiled, "Hey" "Hey, what's up?" Raleigh asked, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Just Lucas saying they arrived safety at Michelle's parents place" Lily said, "something up?" She asked "Just a headache. There's been a lot of excitement lately," Raleigh said. Lily nodded, standing, "do you want tea? We can talk" "Tea would be nice," Raleigh said with a nod. "And have you seen Lester?" Lily started to make the tea, "he's just outside I think" "Really? I looked but didn't see him," She said. "I'm sure" Lily said, "unless he snuck back inside" "I'll find him later then." Raleigh said, sitting at the table. Lily set a mug of tea in front of her, sitting down with her own cup "Thanks," Raleigh said, wrapping her hands around the mug. "I think we need a vacation when this is all over." Lily laughed, "Sometimes I think it's never going to be over, and look, there's Lester now" She said, as he came into the kitchen. "Ah, there you are love, where've you been skulking about?" Ca asked. Lester appeared crest fallen, his expression grief filled, and he sunk into a chair. "Looking for you" He said softly, "One of my brothers was killed" Raleigh bit her lip and quickly went over to him, hugging him tightly. "I'm so sorry baby," She said softly. Lester returned the hug, "they reckon it was an attempt on my grandfathers' life, and..." He trailed off, swallowed Raleigh nodded and kissed his cheek. "Do you want to go and be with your family?" She asked. Lester sighed and shook his head, "By the time I got there, it would be too late to be involved in any of the goodbye festivities, and with everything that's going on here, I think we'd be safer staying, and being together" Raleigh nodded and lightly kissed him. "We'll get whoever's been going after our family," She said. "It isn't just our family" Lester said, "It's all the packs, and the covens" "I know," She said and stood. "I'll call Xander and ask him what his connections say." Lester nodded and sighed, "Right"Lily poured him a cup of Tea, giving it to him, "There's a meeting happening with the pack soon" "What sort of meeting?" Raleigh asked, sitting next to Lester. "About what's going on" Lily said, "Fauna has some information, it seems" "On whoever's doing this?" Ca asked. Lily nodded, "Yes. I guess we will know everything then" Lily said "Good, sooner this ends, the better," Ca said. (And time skip to the meeting)Fauna squirmed, staring out over the gathered wolves, feeling self-conscious. It wasn't often as alpha he had addressed the whole pack, and now it just seemed even worse being an elder. He glanced over AF his gathered family, feeling better for doing so. Sahara sat beside him and gave his shoulder a gentle nuzzle. "You can do this," She said quietly. Fauna nodded, and he began. He spoke of what had been happening, stating that it had been happening, not just here, but in other areas. Other packs were being targeted, and Elder Min had been murdered, opening up the elder position for which he had accepted. Not many of the pack knew this, so he had to wait for the cheers to die down, finally finishing with, "And it just isn't the wolves. Vampire Covens are being attacked as well, two of their elders have already been killed. We need to be on alert, for a few that something else has come into play here" Sahara watched over the crowd, picking out her family and making sure there weren't any unfamiliar faces. "So who's behind all of this?" A wolf asked. Fauna sighed, looking over the crowd once more. "I would like to be able to tell you who" He said, his tone soft, "But I am unsure who is behind this, just that it is a very powerful organization. And they have already attacked here" Ally dipped her head when several wolves looked over at her, and she hid more behind Donovan. "What can be done then?" Another wolf asked. "We can start working with other packs in the area, and the vampires, to figure out what this is" Fauna said, "We need to work together to be safe, and to fight what is coming" "How do we know that the coven isn't behind this?" A wolf snapped. "Say that to my face you spineless pup," Victor growled, standing from his spot. He was still part of the pack despite being married to Melanie. "The covens are not behind this, would they attack their own? No, anyone who thinks the covens are behind this, is calling me a lair, and dishonoring the treaty I made with Elaine, in which case you dishonor me" Fauna said, his words steady, his voice echoing, "Care to say that again?" The wolf flattened their ears and looked to the ground before Victor settled back into his spot, keeping a glare fixed on the other wolf. "But until whoever's doing this is caught, it's highly recommended that no wolf leaves on their own," Grain said from his spot behind Fauna. "That's rights" panda agreed, "always with a partner. Preferably a group. We will figure this out, and we will stop it, but I will have no more deaths to any pack or coven member, we must work together with the coven s, and other packs in TNE area, I think that is all, unless there is any more questions?" The wolves looked among each other and stayed quiet. "Then that's all, for now" Fauna said, stepping back with relief The wolves dispersed and Victor padded to the exit leaving so he could update Melanie. "Can we go home now? I don't like being a wolf while pregnant," Abyss said miserably, still hiding from the curious and pitiful looks the pack gave her. Donovan nodded, gathering the girls "We can go home" He said softly, wishing he could make everything better for her Abyss nodded and started for the exit, Call and Chloe following right behind her while Kenna stayed closer to Donovan. Zahara watched them go and sighed. "She feels uncomfortable around her own pack," She said softly. Donovan followed along behind, glancing about when they left the underground." I know" Fauna said, "I just don't know what to do" He said softly, almost a whisper, so his voice wouldn't carry, "With anything anymore" Sahara nuzzled Fauna. "We'll be okay, I promise," She said, giving him an encouraging smile. "We are always" Fauna agreed, "But how can we fight what we know nothing about?" He said, trying to figure it all out "We learn everything we can," Sahara said. Alyss shifted once they got home and climbed into the hammock, staring at her belly when the baby kicked. She still wasn't sure how she felt. Fauna nodded, looking about as wolves left, or went about whatever they could. Donovan looked over at Abyss, "Is everything okay?" He asked "No. I still don't know how I feel about this... I mean, shouldn't I be all happy and giddy when the baby kicks? Furthermore, I just feel freaked out and confused," She said. "Abyss, it's completely understandable. You were in a coma, and missed most of the fact of being pregnant. You'll get use to it" Donovan said softy, "It's going to be okay. I'm just glad you came back to us. I didn't know what I was going to do... I could barely function, and the girls..." "But that's just it! I'm not back, not the me you've known for the last five or six years," Abyss said. Donovan shrugged, "It doesn't matter. To the girls, you still smell the same. And that comforts them. I don't think you've permanently lost your memories of the last six years. You couldn't have. They're right there, every time you look at our daughters. Something's just take longer to heal, to come back. But it doesn't matter to me, because no matter what, I will always love you. This is just...a bump in the road" Abyss buried her face in her hands and took a deep breath. "It's frustrating though. I want to remember, I really do, and I want to say I love you too, but my memory leaves off where you and I just begin..." She said, tears welling up. Donovan gave her a smile, "Than I'll just have to make you fall in love with me all over again" He said Abyss sniffled and looked up at him, giving him a tight hug. "It shouldn't be too hard if you've already done it once, right?" She asked. Donovan wrapped his arms around her, "Aye, it won't be as hard, because I know everything about you" He kissed her softly, "I'd do anything for you" he said softly Any kissed back and nodded, standing after a moment to go and lay down. Donovan went to check on the girls, hearing some of the others arrive home. He made sure the door was unlocked as he heard the kids running towards the house, their happy cries reaching him Sahara looked around then herded the kids inside. "Alright, everyone get cleaned up for dinner," She called before going to the kitchen. Fauna looked around them, making sure everyone was inside before heading in himself, knowing some of the pack were patrolling the area. Lily helped to usher the kids inside, and made sure they all washed up "You go get cleaned up too my love," Sahara said, pecking Fauna's cheek. Fauna nodded, "Alright" He said softly, starting to one of the bathrooms, cleaning up. He also changed his clothes, before heading out Sahara started on the kid's dinner first since it was simple and easy before moving on to start on the adult's dinner. "Fauna, can you throw the steaks on the barbecue?" She called. "I can" Fauna replied, heading outside, and cutting through the kitchen to grab the stakes. He began to cook them, keeping an eye on them even as he kept an eye on the grounds. Sahara walked out once she was done in the kitchen and hugged Fauna, kissing his cheek. "Talk to me, you're in guard wolf mode," She said. Fauna let out a soft sigh, "I just feel as is something is going to happen. I can't help it, It's instinct to want to protect those you love" "I know sweetheart, but I don't think there will be an attack right this second since everyone's home. It'd have been better to attack while it was just Ally, Donovan and the girls," Sahara said. Fauna nodded "I know, but I just can't seem to help it" he said "we've been attacked before, with most of us here" he said, taking threat off the BBQ "Well, they wouldn't dare try and attack right now, after all, too many mommy wolves are here." Fauna nodded, but still couldn't relax, "I know that" he said, finishing up the meat, "But we thought that nothing would happen when The vampires attacked five years ago" "But we made it through, that's the important thing," Sahara said. Fauna nodded and smiled, "That's true. Lets TAE the food inside, before the hoard beats the house down" Sahara smiled and nodded, helping Fauna carry everything inside. Fauna took a deep breath, and tried to let himself relax as he set the food on the table, looking around at everyone Sahara pecked him on the cheek and then took her spot, cutting up Jordan's steak for him so he wouldn't try just picking the entire thing up and eating that way. Abyss rubbed her eyes and got up when she smelled food, making her way downstairs and sitting next to Donovan. Cassie set to work on the twins meals, and Jess's cutting up their food small, before giving two-year-old Mark his spaghetti and cut up hotdogs. The hotdogs were soft enough that he wouldn't choke, but she had still cut them up small before cooking them. She had a baby monitor for Izzy, and it was a few moments before she started on her steak, as Lily did the same for Gracie and Will, cutting up their steak do they could eat it without difficulty. Pakuna managed to smile, and sat down when everything was done, and like always, he felt better surrounding by family, Donovan looked over to Abyss, but had his attention turned back to Call as she cried for her food. "Patience, little one. You don't see Chloe trying to eat yet" he nevertheless quickly cut Calls meet, moving onto Chloe's, before looking back to Abyss. "Feeling better?" He asked After getting Jordan squared away, Sahara got herself some food and started eating. Alyss nodded, automatically reaching over to cut up Kenna's food for her, still half asleep. She just wanted to sleep, but food had a much stronger pull at the moment. Ceyleigh lightly bounced Lauryn since he fussed every time she tried putting him down. Thankfully, she was quite skilled at eating with only one hand. Donovan smiled, seeing Abyss cut up Kenna's food seemingly without thought, and when he finished cutting up the twins meet, he leaned back, to start eating his own meal, looking about as everyone ate and talked Abyss finished and then grabbed the biggest steak she could get from the plate before digging in. She scrunched her face up and stretched for a moment when she felt like something was in her ribs before going back to her food. Donovan kept an eye on the kids as they ate, offering to help clean up when everyone was finished Abyss woke up a bit more after eating and was helping to get the dishes cleaned up. She got the last of them into the kitchen when a plate tipped off the counter and shattered. And for some reason, that triggered a sudden flood of memories. She gasped and gripped her head as every memory of the last 5 years came flashing back. Donovan looked up at the shattering of the plate, seeing Abyss holding her head, he was by her side in an instant, "Abyss?" He said "Are you okay?" "Shall... Shall was driving the hummer," Ally managed to get out before breaking down into tears. Donovan froze for a second, before engulfing Abyss in a hug, making soothing fans comforting sounds. Of Shall was around, that couldn't be good. And she had gone after Abyss. A small growl escaped him Abyss buried her face into his chest. "I-I love you," She said. Donovan held her close, "I love you too. We will sort this out, I promise" he said, kissing the top of her head Rebekah was new to town but definitely not new to the vampire thing she had a cute black formal skirt and a baby blue button up shirt she always looked sophisticated(I posted because you took to long to answer me) This is an established role-play from another site, with me and Ghosting, however chuck up a CS if you are interested, and we can see if we can slot you in.no promises though. It has been going on a while.it had been five long years since the damage from the last major vampire attack. There hadn't been another one since, thanks to the treaty formed by Fauna, and (and I have forgotten her name). During that first year, happy news had prospered. Calais, having offered to surrogate for her parents, had successfully given birth. Other she-wolves of the pack, such as Lily had also given birth, to a boy. And Cassie, with no difficulties that time, had birthed a girl. The children are now four. Homes had been rebuilt, lives restored, and peace ruled. But for how long? I would like to Join this if Possible Go ahead and throw up a basic character skeleton. Huh. My reply didn't post. Yes, go ahead, and we shall see if we can get you in! Name: Sammy Rains Age: 19Race: Vampire Appearance:Bio: Tar (if okay)Personality: Sammy is kind-hearted, spirited, happy-go-lucky, and energetic, which sometimes clashes with the more Stoic group members. Sammy tries to maintain a positive outlook and makes a stark contrast when she is upset, and despite her outwardly happy exterior, she carries some insecurities, particularly when it comes to her future and what she wants to be. Sammy is bilingual and skilled in chemistry and alchemy. She suffers from astraphobia, the fear of lightning. Alright, everything looks fine to me. We'll let Cats take a look over it to be sure but once you're approved you can go ahead and start out in the vampire mansion with Melanie, the leader of the local coven. Xxix said Name: Sammy Rains Age: 19Race: Vampire Appearance: Bio: Tar (if okay)Personality: Sammy is kind-hearted, spirited, happy-go-lucky, and energetic, which sometimes clashes with the more Stoic group members. Sammy tries to maintain a positive outlook and makes a stark contrast when she is upset, and despite her outwardly happy exterior, she carries some insecurities, particularly when it comes to her future and what she wants to be. Sammy is bilingual and skilled in chemistry and alchemy. She suffers from astraphobia, the fear of lightning. Looks good! Let's see if we can get you in! I did post, it's just saying I didn't Same for me. An annoying bug that is. Mm... I have the urge to try and kill one of my characters again, do you mind? No. Who? Abyss since she's in the truck. Huh. Interesting. Try and tie it in with elder assassinations maybe Sure, like I said, I just got the urge to try and kill a character. That's fine! Name: Kira Age 250Gender: Female Race: Hybrid (Vampire, werewolf)Personality/Looks: She can be timid at times but is having a bit of a sassy attitude with certain people, her hair is the same color of her eyes Pink, but her heart is naturally black. She doesn't liked to be told what to do. Her actions sometimes create problems. Her body is slim, but her breast is slightly bigger than her waist, She has a small tattoo of a rose above her hip. Oh, cool, hi! I want to join you RP. Ive read the first page, and it seems cool my character is a bit unstable at the moment though so there's no telling what she'll do I'm happy with your character, so now it's all about figuring out a way of getting her in! Yay! Ok do you know where I can post? Is an Original Vampire acceptable An original is one of the first generation of vampires Is an Original Vampire acceptable An original is one of the first generation of vampires sure, should be interesting Name - Elijah MikaelsonAge - 1000 +Appearance- Slim build, brown hair and always wears a suit Powers - Able to control lesser vampires with mind control, he is a master hand-to-hand fighter as he beat 400 vampires with ease using his hands Weaknesses - He can only be killed with one weapon and that is the white oak stake History- Unknown so is he accepted What counts as a lesser vampire? Yeah, I wouldn't say any of our vampires are lesser ones. Otherwise, he's fine Lesser vampire = non-original Okay, so then your character would be able to control my empress? Through looking into their eyes and saying like "Walk in a line" but it only lasts for a few seconds, and it wears off That sounds a bit like god modeling. I am interested in joining. I'm going to read the last couple pages and see if I can understand what is going on in the story, but any quick recaps would be helpful. Furthermore, I'll make a CS if it's ok to join. I could change him If you do that would be good Wraithblade6 said I am interested in joining. I'm going to read the last couple pages and see if I can understand what is going on in the story, but any quick recaps would be helpful. I'll make a CS if it's ok to join. Alrighty! You mind if I use my Creepy pasta OCS lend, this RP has had no activity for 2 months... It's probably dead. Um. It's not dead. I just posted in the IC. Ghosting and I have been doing this role-play for like three years now. We don't do much IOC talking, tending to stick with PMs now. The Slender man said You mind if I use my Creepy pasta OC Creepy pasta? Yes Sure. Name: Serenade Age 18Appearance (Gender bender form)Abilities: Teleportation He appears to have some sort of teleportation power, as he can "appear" and "disappear" at will. He usually leaves behind flower petals while doing so. He can also break into any shelter his targets may hide in. Agility:He is shown to be quite agile, like and assassin, and very quick with attacks. He can jump rather high as well. Weapons Expert Smiley is proficient with a vast number of weapons. If it has been used to murder someone, he knows how to use it. FlorakinesisSmiley has the ability to manipulate flowers, such as creating razor-sharp flower petals out for thin air, or magical having a bouquet is his not-hands (as he calls them). Bio (put a link to an Origin creepy pasta if using already made characters)Weapons Weakness He has been known to react badly to stab wounds, like if he gets stabbed his blood freezes, and he goes unconscious for an unknown amount of time Other: Before he was known as the smiling man, he was just a conscious with no name or body. He just existed. Then, in 2011, a group of people on an online chat room, inspired by stories of the slender man, decided to create an urban legend of their own to write stories about. The nameless shapeless thought form took on the appearance of the creature they created, and began systematically murdering off the writers. Due To The Slender man taking his life once he went after the slender man, but since forgave him and is now his ally.smile.jpg I would like to an original vampire too! If that's cool Name - Rebekah MikaelsonAge - 1000 +Appearance- Slim build, blonde hair and always wears dressy clothes Powers - Able to telepathically talk to lesser vampires and her brother Weaknesses - She can only be killed with one weapon and that is the white oak stake History- Unknown Her :3 [+] Elijah And Rebekah [+] Kira, we discussed this with Slender already. No mind control. Okies fixed it Okay, let me rephrase, no control at all. It's a god modding power and is not permitted. Re fixed it >Is this place dead or what?

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The Road Ahead

(Cowboy Bebop -S pokey Donkey (black plume of smoke snaked into the dry blue sky, like a smoke signal conveying a lonely desperate message. The road was desolate and quiet, it practically begged for a lone tumbleweed to blow across it and bounce off a cow skull as it tumbled on its lonesome way. The air faintly shimmered, and crickets chirped unseen from under dry grass. The roadside was not totally still and deserted, though. The origin of the smoke plume was a burnt-out old jalopy, the hood flipped up. A single figure bent over it...and oh, how she bent. Cindy was hard at work, sweating, greasy to the elbows. Her hand gripped the long hard shaft of her trusty wrench....but to no avail. She had the knowledge, but not the parts, and she was having no luck trying to rejigger what was left of the half-melted engine pick up for the slack for the busted bits." Ohhh, Carnation..." she moaned, and wiped sweat from her brow. Salty beads crisscrossed down her face, even pooled in the hollow of her throat and the cleavage amidst her mostly-unbuttoned top and rose-hued bra. She was feeling a little swamp-assay downstairs, too....so, since she was all on her lonesome anyway, she'd tugged her jean shorts down to let her thighs, butt, and lady-ethers air out in the breeze. Nothing within walking distance but dust and bones and lizards....and, for all her third-generation-mechanic knowhow, no path to salvaging the old rust bucket of a ride. What was a girl to do to get back on the road ahead? The two ton truck sped down the dusty highway, baking under the Southern Sun. Darryl had several warrants for his arrest for armed robbery, and he sure as hell wasn't showing up for court. Darryl tossed his bottle of piss out the window; there could be no stopping until he got the hell out of dodge, but he was bored. The noisy air conditioner and vapid talk radio made poor companions. Heading to town for a drink was out of the question, too many witnesses. The answer to his problem popped out over the ridge. A nice piece of ass faced him as she worked on her broken rust bucket. Darryl fixed his appearance; he quickly combed his hair and imagined a half decent cover story. He pulled his sleeves to hide his arm tattoos and put on his cowboy hat. He slowed down rolled his window." Hey Missy looks like you're in trouble. Are you heading Westbound? I'm going to Nevada and could use the company." (was so absorbed in her futile nut-tugging with the wrench that she didn't hear or react to the roar of the truck as quickly as she ought't've, and it literally caught her with her pants down."Oh, my stars and garters," she gasped...and speaking of garters, which her bare ass clearly lacked at present, she pulled up her jean shorts. Of course, they still hugged her ass pretty tightly, and were about as short as short-shorts got, cheeky on the undersides and showing hipbone above the waistline. She turned around to answer the deep voice she'd heard, and laid eyes on the man in the cowboy hat driving the truck." Heavens to Betsy, now ain't this a spot of luck!" she brightened up, clasping her hands and kicking one leg up excitedly. "Why as a matter of fact I am...and God's honest truth is that even if I weren't, I could sure use a ride just about anywhere decent right about now. The ol' girl here has given up the ghost," she gestured to the jalopy. "Would probably cost more to tow 'er somewhere and get new parts than she's worth at that point. Reckon I'll just leave her be and come with ya. Thank ya kindly for the offer, Mister!" She closed the door, wiped her hands off on a rag, and then bent over one more time - the passenger side window rather than the hood, this time - to grab a pink backpack (it looked very much like a high school girl's might, and Cindy herself looked only a year or two beyond the high school years) and a nearly-empty water bottle. She waltzed around to the passenger side of the truck, her hips swaying and cocking with her gait. Furthermore, she climbed on up, and sat her jean-hugged ass down in the passenger side of the cab. Sing the let her shoulders relax against the back of the seat, causing the unzipped front of her cropped yellow jacket to rest open in the front, revealing some of the tan décolletage hugged by a rose-pink bra that exactly matched the panties which had been exposed to the spy a minute ago. Cindy's body language was very casual and unselfconscious though, she seemed to be too mentally wrapped up in her own highway-breakdown plight - and perhaps even a mite giddy or lightheaded from the hazy heat - to be thinking about details of posture or attire at the moment. "Than you again, Mister. You said you could use the company...looks like ya got some, even if it's just' little ol' me." Darryl smiled falsely." I'm Larry, it looks like it'll be a long drive ahead. Hop in!" Darryl admired her scantily clothed body as she moved into the passenger seat. Her grapefruit sized breasts hiding under her jacket and round ass exposed in her tiny shorts excited him, he didn't let it show though. They pair drove off, making small talk about the weather and sports for a few miles when Darryl took his chance." Well I think we ought to sleep at the truck stop. After all, it's gonna saving money an-"Before he could get a reaction the radio interrupted breaking NEWS! The police are on the lookout for Darryl Jones, suspect in the armored truck robbery two months ago. He is believed to be 6"0' and 160 pounds. He has short sandy blonde hair and brown eyes. Furthermore, he was last seen driving a-Darryl turned it off, but the damage had been done. He pulled a handgun from under his seat and hit the brakes."DON'T TRY NO SHIT. INTO THE CARGO BOX." Darryl grabber her arm and wrenched her body out the driver side door. He frogmarched her to the back of the truck and opened the cargo bay. The inside of the box was lit by a dingy ceiling light. Shoving her inside, he aimed the gun at her." Take off the clothes. Nice and slow." ("Please ta meet ya Larry," Cindy chirped cheerfully. "I had me a cousin named Larry. And wouldn't ya just know it, I think I once caught him peepin' on me...o'course, it was half my fault for skinny dippin' in the ol' fishpond. Nothin' ever came of it, but it was always a funny memory..." the blonde rambled on aimlessly, in that sort of 'so relieved to be out of danger they're suddenly talking with no filter' kind of way. When the driver mentioned sleeping at the truck stop, she cocked her head thoughtfully, as if just beginning to think through the possible implications or logistics of that when the radio came on. When they started to name and describe the suspect, Cindy laughed nervously, "Well good thing yer name is Larry not Darryl, because it couldn't be y-" when they described size, she glanced Darryl up-and-down once. And when they described hair and eye color, she looked him over again. She gulped once, her throat contracting and moving visibly as she swallowed the saliva down. Then the gun was out. Cindy gasped, her lips going wide. "Ohhh jeez us, Mister! I promise I ain't. I won't...wouldn't...see or heard nu thin' I..." her feeble pleas died on her lips. When he hit the brakes, she rocked forward into the passenger side dash - her breasts ironically acting like airbags and absorbing the impact harmlessly. She broke out in a cold sweat as she was marched at gunpoint around to the truck's rear cargo doors. She didn't dare resist, stumbling inside as he pushed her. Furthermore, she started to mentally prepare for a lonely ride trapped in like cargo...then she realized what the man was saying, and started to wonder if a different fate were on a collision course with her."My clothes....!? Oh, Mister--...okay! Yes, yes Sir, yes Mister...." she stammered, staring at the gun like a proverbial doe in the headlights. She shrugged her shoulders off, and unbuttoned the single button on her jacket that wasn't already undone. Next, the same for the jean shorts. She swayed her shoulders and hips, unintentionally provocatively perhaps...then she remembered he said 'nice and slow'...she wasn't sure if that was to make sure she didn't try anything, or because he wanted a visual show for its own sake...but she obeyed, in any case. She rocked her curves side to side, smiling half-heartedly, letting jacket and jean slip from shoulder, hip, breast and thigh, bit by bit.exposing her sun-tanned body....until the clothing crumpled into a sad pool around her feet, leaving her in her cap, bra and panties, and shoes. The cap was soon thrown off as well. She reached for the pink straps of bra and panties...and with a similar, slow, shimmying show, straps and fabric began to tug and pull and slide from her curves. Her fruit-like breasts popped free, jiggling about, but staying high and perky even without support. Her loins were revealed, a single faint and barely-there little triangle of blondness to match her hair. The underclothing fell away, dangling from wrist and ankle, until she stood naked before him, wearing her old boots and literally nothing else. She swayed her body a bit of side to side, trying to figure out if this were about giving and getting a show or just a strip-search she were forced to perform herself. "Is...is this what ya wanted to see, Mister? Little ol' me? Am I doin' this right? I sure don't want to make ya angry... I'll be a good girl, I promise..." The now kidnapper stood enamored by the blonde bimbo's body. He leered as the girl peeled her clothes off, his pants tightening more and more. Sinister and lustful thoughts bounced around in his head and manifested themselves on his face. He flicked a switch, rolling the door down and concealing them from the outside world. Nonchalantly, he put his gun on a garbage pile of clothes and hung his hat on a hook on the wall. The back of the van had been his home for a week now and was outfitted with a worn mattress as well as plenty of junk. Darryl rummaged a roll of duct tape from a junk pile and pushed the naked girl breast first against the cool metal of the cargo hold's wall." Make me a happy man, and I'll let you go... eventually"He wrapped the tape around her hands several times then repeated the process on her body, binding her arms to her body above and below the breasts. Darryl tossed her on the mattress. Cindy found herself face down with her ass in the air, vulnerable and helpless. Her captor kicked off his boots and tossed his jeans on the floor. He leaned down and grasped both sides of her smooth toned ass cheeks. He caressed her back, moving his hands over the unblemished skin before grabbing her hair." You wanted this, don't you? Your slutty little girl lost on the side of the fucking road, what were you doing there anyway?" His hand held the nape of her neck, he could feel her hairs stand on end." Didn't your ma tell you not to talk to strangers? Oh boy, she fucked up"The head of his cock rubbed up against her ass. He slowly teased it in and entered a world of ecstasy as it disappeared inside her. He thrust again and again, hands gripping onto her thighs, pushing the fair haired girl's face deeper into the mattress. The ass formed a tight ring around his erection, milking his essence as he climaxed. The criminal wiped the sweat off his face as he finished. He left the stunned girl lying tied up on the mattress, cum dripping out of her orifice. Clothing himself and retrieving him firearm, he took the rosy-pink panties and took a whiff before forcing thing into Cindy's mouth and sealing it with tape. He put the cowboy hat back on his head as he returned to the driver's seat. He was sure as hell he was off schedule, but it was well worth it. The truck purred back to life and 90s music filled the cabin. Although risky, he could rent her out at the truck stop, but a prize like this one was hard to share. "Quiff....!!" Cindy's breath wheezed from her body as she was pushed tits-first against the unforgiving, cold metal of the cargo trailer wall. "Oh I'll try Mister, I'll try ta be a good girl an' make you a happy man, please don't hurt me none" her cries were whimpering and weak. She felt her arms being wrenched to her sides, and duct taped...because of her nudity, she almost felt like she were wearing the duct tape, this it were her new attire, the attire of a highway kidnapping victim. Suddenly her view went from cold wall to musty mattress...she gave another muffled 'mmmmmmpf', as she got a fateful of the cot. At least it was comparatively softer than the wall...but then, something very, very hard was prodding at her backside. Her nostrils filled with the musky sweat of Darryl that had soaked into the mattress in front of her - plus the comparatively fresher scents as he mounted her on the cot, due to his proximity...and the musky smell of the revealed male genitals that were now prodding at her naked, vulnerable backside. She moaned as her blonde hair was pulled on, and she heard him taunting her, suggesting that deep down she must've wanted something like this if she'd gone out all alone on a deserted highway. The thought was scandalous, as debasing as the way he had her physically pinned just now....even if her nipples were growing inexplicably pert where they pressed into the old mattress. She felt her buttocks being splayed wide apart, and something very hard nudging between. "Ohhhhh my stars..." she moaned, "I ain't never done nothin' like this before..." Then her world was violation and pain. A hot, searing, red-glowing fire poker of pain lancing straight into her, stretching her sphincter so wide so fast she'd probably bleed later, forcing her anus to stretch open as it was filled with a merciless rod of hard cock. She was being raped....anally raped, here in this cell of a cargo trailer alongside a highway. Her screams just echoed back at her off the metal walls, her kidnapper sure didn't care, it might even be getting him off. She felt the savage pounding, again and again, the cock pumping up into her ass like an engine piston. He was roughly butt fucking her, no lube and no mercy, using her like a truck stop whore at best, or even just an impersonal flesh hole to work off his own distended lust. Between the truck-prison, the duct-tape, and the cock in her ass, the message was clear...he owned her, she was a piece of meat, a literal piece of ass, for whatever he felt like doing...and right now, that was fucking same said ass. Then she felt a throbbing explosion up her butt...he must be ejaculating, gumming up the depths of her anus with musky, sticky seed. "Ohhhhh fuckkkkk....." she moaned. "Oh Mister....Oh, Mister! I'll be a good girl I promise, I'll do whatever you want and won't tell no one nothin'..." Bizarrely, it felt like her ass was tightening around the throbbing cock...surely some sort of involuntary reflex...and she felt a strange moistness between her legs, not that that mattered much to an unused butt fucking like this. Her nipples were still pert too, and her mind began to fill with strange, sinful ideas of somehow managing her captivity by performing the very best she could as fuck slave wearing nothing but duct tape and dried jazz. A girl's got to do what it takes to survive, right? She tasted and smelled her own scent in her mouth, then. She realized it was her own panties being used like a gag, her mouth duct-taped over to keep them in place. With her arms bound, she wouldn't even be able to remove it until he deemed. Her nostrils flared, and her chest heaved, as her breathing shifted to primarily be thrown her nose. And ironically, one of the most painful moments of her entire ass-rape ordeal was the moment he withdrew, his bulbous cock head causing a sudden stretch of her sphincter as it popped out. She felt leaking dribbles of sticky cum around her butthole, and knew the majority of the huge truckload of cum was still gumming up the inside of her anus. Then she heard the cargo door slam...he must've locked her inside, alone. The metal vibrated with classic rock, as if the singer were taunting her own predicament. Here I am, on the road again....there I am, up on the stage. Here I go, playing star again.... There I go, turn the page...(truck roared to life...she was being shipped...somewhere....like she were just a piece of cargo, a fuckboy on the go, for the road ahead.(The truck stop was as bare as could be. It had a gas station and a general store but nothing other than the dusty road and howling coyotes to look at. Darryl had sold drugs here before and knew this was a decent place to keep johnny law off his ass. He stepped into the night sky and relived himself on a cactus before popping the trailer open." You're in the middle of nowhere. You run, and you'll die of thirst before seeing a single goddamn streetlight." He kissed her forehead before fishing a box cutter from his pocket and removing the tape trapping her mouth and body. Cindy watched and stretched her legs as he turned his back to leave. The criminal on the run felt confident that his captive couldn't hurt a fly. Darryl walked to the dingy store. Two men sitting on folding chairs greeted him. Al spoke first." Jones is that you? You're in deep shit now." Darryl paid no mind." I always get out. I've got a buddy in Nevada who owes me a few favors. Furthermore, I have to get to the money I hid first. Need some gas and shit though"Chuck perked up." Oh boy prices sure gone up. Especially for a man on the run like you"Darryl chuckled." Never change you greedy sack of shit. I'll need a 24 pack of water, 12 gallons of gas and any kinda canned food you got." The pair whispered to one another."2 grand" Chuck said." Well I've actually got something you'll never believe... wait a sec."" Clothes off and arms behind your back Cindy"Tape was wrapped around her hands once again, pushing her large breasts forward. He returned with Cindy." Hot damn... me first" Al unbuttoned his shirt exposing his hairy chest. Darryl and Chuck went inside for drinks. Al sat in the folding chair and pushed his jeans to his ankles. He commanded her to sit facing him on his lap, her nether regions brushing the shaft of his cock. He took a good look at the pair of breasts facing him, both of them jiggling as she breathed. His warm hands guided her thighs, so his member began to push into her moist slit. It gripped his hard-on and slid neatly into place, making a soft clapping sound of flesh hitting flesh. He pumped upwards, surprising her with his violence thrusting. At the same time, Al pushed his face into her bosom, getting a good smell of her sweat. Rough hands trailed upwards, traveling from her thighs to her armpit. He appreciated the smoothness of her youthful skin. Softly, he bites and sucks her breasts, giving each one a do-over with his tongue. He climaxed and wrapped both arms around her, penetrating her deeper yet. As he finished he kisses her mouth, his tongue touches the roof of her mouth."Y'all finished?" Chuck emerged from the door, clearly wasted." I'll take my share in the morning when this whiskey dick is gone"All three of them laughed and made plans for the nights. Darryl ordered her into the store where the pair slept together on Chuck's formerly owned couch. "Y-yes sir..." Cindy stammered. Her legs were weak as she stumbled out of the truck - a combination of fright, dehydration, physical exhaustion from the brutal butt sex (she'd tensed up something fierce during the ordeal, and now had leg cramps to show for it), and having laid funny on the mattress during the drive afterward. She heard the men arguing, and for a moment she had visions of, and wondered what she'd do it, it came to blows or a shootout between the men, she imagined herself like some to-the-victor-go-the-spoils sex-object prize, being fucked by Darryl (or one of the other men if it were them left standing) before the corpses of the others had even cooled. As it turned out, the men came to an agreement....and she soon realized, as Darryl marched her before their ogling gazes, the negotiation was former. She groaned as one of the new men dropped his pants to his ankles, not even getting up from the chair...it was almost as casual as if he were ordering a beer from a waitress. When she was told to sit on his lap, she gasped, "Y-yes Mister, hope ya like what ya see..." She straddled his lap and lowered herself down. His face was rough against her tits...the way he sniffed her, and whipped the rough tongue, made her feel almost like some desert coyote were devouring her. She felt strong, rough hands on her backside, as he pulled her down just so on her lap...and just like that, hard cock impaled her cunt, deflowered and stretched her pussy oh, oh wide, driving inch after inch way up into her young, nubile body. It hurt like hell, but a saving grace was, she realized she'd already gotten dripping wet. She didn't understand why...the whole predicament filled her with mortal fear and physical revulsion; these three lawless men treating her like a sack of meat to be bartered over and used for relieving base needs. She wondered if the two who'd gone inside were stealing any glances back outside, watching her get used and violated by this man. Cindy found herself moaning with a fear-trembling yet boorishly aroused voice as Chuck gripped her tight and made her bounce on his lap, impaling her deep with very bounce, making her ass cheeks smack down against his lap. She felt like a mere plaything, a living blow-up doll, round breasts bouncing in his face, a visual show for him to feast upon. She felt the throbbing of the cock - now all too familiar, she was reminded at once of when Darryl had ejaculated up her ass - as Al came, this time stuffing her cunt with sticky jazz, and trapping her in place to make sure her cunt took it all. When his tongue pushed into her mouth, she sucked on it, as if desperate to please and show she'd done her part in the 'trade'. She moaned "Ohhhhh fuck Mister, you're done fucked me good an' raw. Please tell Mister Darryl I did my part and got ya off, I sure don't want him displeased with me." Speak of the devil, Darryl and the other man reappeared, Chuck casually indicating he did plan to have his way later. There was something so surreal about being treated like a sex object, Cindy reflected; Chuck wasn't even addressing or speaking to her - it was with the other Men that he spoke, since of course her use as a fuck slave was up to them, not to her; she might as well have been some power tool or arcade cabinet they took turns at." As ya like, Mister," Cindy said demurely, even though she knew she wasn't really being addressed, and she didn't suppose Chuck nor the other men really cared much what she thought of her pimped-out role. On the old couch, Cindy fell asleep shockingly fast- a mercy, as thoughts of mortal terror for her life and the savage abused of her young body would've otherwise plagued her thoughts. She was simply too exhausted, ridden hard and not just by the road, and part of her knew she really ought to rest when she could. When she awoke, she had no idea of the time...her senses were filled by Darryl's sweaty proximity. She remembered what he'd said about how she'd eventually be let go if he made her a happy man. She had no reason to trust that, nor could she do anything if he kept her in perpetuity, but the way she saw it, the safest thing for her to do was to try to please him. Maybe he'd smack her around anyway, and he'd probably ravage her body whenever and however the urge struck him no matter what she did...but perhaps she'd be more likely to at least stay alive if she pleased him. And that in turn gave her an idea...so, once she'd woken lucidly enough to do so, she curled herself up on her knees and lowered her head back over Darryl. She tugged at his waistband, and exhaled as a massive morning-wood erection slapped her across her young face. The wrapped her lips around the hard shaft, just below the head. Her cheeks hollowed, she formed a wet seal, and her tongue curled against his girth. She began to suck. Her blonde head began to bob. She fellated her kidnapper-turned-rapist-turned-cum, performing the oral sex act with tight suction and thirsty vigor, desperate to please the man who held her life in his criminal hands. Lying on a couch far from home, Darryl had the greatest wet dream of his life. A sexy young blonde was blowing him; her tongue stroking his cock with the greatest of care. His eyes opened, and he saw it was no mere dream- it was his reality." Holy fuck... Goddamn" he spoke softly as to not wake up his hosts. He stretched his back and stroked her blonde hair." You're a real horny sank aren't ya?" His fingers messed with her hair, and one pinched her earlobe, enjoying the softness of it. As he came, she dutifully swallowed though a drop of cum spilled out of her mouth. Darryl gently grasped her chin and wiped the cum stain off with his hand before wiping it on the fabric of his jeans. As the cowboy hat wearing outlaw cleaned up, Chuck walked through the doorway." Damn I could use summat that." Chuck led her to the kitchen where used a belt to bind her arms behind her back wrapped around a table leg. Chuck took forced her on her knees, leaving a cushion on the spot beforehand." No teeth and suck them good n' dry"Chuck took his red cap off, exposing his straw yellow hair and undid his suspenders. His cock protruded from his torso, and she felt apprehension as it brushed against her lips. She could feel its heat, filling with hot blood. A hand grabbed a clump of hair on her head and the erect penis pushed into her cheek." Fuck me, its like my ex-wife before she took the house" Chuck stammered in shock. The store co-owner's prick pushed into the back of the bound girl's throat. He resisted the urge to moan as the wet, warm and soft cavern embraced his member. Cindy swallowed her second load of the day, the large man patted her head as he panted and pulled his suspender's back up. Breakfast was a friendly affair with plenty of golden brown pancakes coated in thick syrup and defrosted sausages. Cindy, free of restraints and clad only in a towel, had a plate on the floor. Darryl waved goodbye at his hosts, he had only been moments away from killing them a night ago, but now they shared food and sexual partners. Life was strange around these parts. Cindy had her clothes back, and was bound with tape in the passenger seat. A ball gag filled her mouth which could be removed if he got horny on the road again. As Cindy worked her young pink lips up and down the shaft of morning wood, she felt hands in her blonde hair, signalling the recipient of the morning blowjob was waking. He stretched his back, causing the angle of the cock in her mouth to change slightly. She let out a soft gagging sound, but didn't stop or even break rhythm. Then she felt a throbbing of the girth, which she now recognized from the dicks in her ass and pussy the day before....male ejaculation. Sure enough, his semen was blasting the back of her throat. She made another little gagging noise, but as the texture and taste began to glaze her tongue, she found it strangely compelling...salty, savory, thick, musky....even though the psychological backdrop of her situation was horrifying and revolting to her, kidnapped and pimped-out at this truck stop, all her orifices being used as dumdums for outlaws. She thought she might even be able to taste the soiled aftertaste of the fact that this very same cock had been shoved up her butt the day before, driven in to the hilt, brutally sodomizing her previously-virgin anus. Furthermore, she felt utterly degraded...but she had a new owner to please, so she kept sucking, good and hard. Her throat contracted as she swallowed the load. She blushed at what Darryl had said about her. She'd told herself she was just blowing him to try to appease her captor...but when she thought about it now, she realized she had gotten kinda moist from the sensation of hard cock between her lips, cum shooting against the back of her throat, and even the strange taste. Furthermore, she told herself it was probably just a survival instinct...if ya can't beat 'em, then...beat their meat for 'em? She became even more embarrassed as Chuck walked in, and she realized he might be aware of what she'd just done. 'Summa that' might've referred to her dick sucking, or just to her body in general....but either way, it soon became clear he wanted the same thing: her mouth on his dick, sucking and slurping and pleasuring. So that's just what she did, trying not to wince as her hands were tied behind her back with a belt. "Yes sir," she nodded to what he said about teeth, and gave a thank-ye-kindly smile at the cushioning for her knees, even if it was a small thing in the context of suddenly being a conscripted truck stop whore." Mmmgg....lung....MFF.MFF...mffffff......" Chuck's cock was a different kind of musky, his balls incredibly sweaty and musty as they pressed and slapped against her chin. She obediently began bobbing her head in his lap, sucking him off good and hard, trying not to gag and retch as the round cock head punched against the insides of her cheeks, the roof of her mouth and even the back of her throat. She felt the near-triggering of her gag reflex, but managed to suppress it. Furthermore, she kept up a dick-hoovering rhythm like a good girl, blonde head bouncing fast, her relative sounds noisily and slurry and slobbery. His comment about his ex made her reflect that maybe this really was her place as a woman, using her body and skill at sex acts to suck whatever considerations and accommodations out of the men who held her fate in their hands, or hanging off the ends of their cocks as the case might be. She felt the sticky load - her second cum-in-mouth load in just the span of a few minutes - raining against the back of her mouth and throat. "Mmmmmmmffff..." she reacted with throaty sounds, finding the taste a bizarre mix of additively salty-meaty and discomforting. She couldn't believe her mouth had become a wet receptacle for the seminal loads of multiple men back to back, just like that, even as her pussy and ass still ached from yesterday's savage violations. Chuck patted her head like she were a pet...which, she supposed she was now, a mere fuck-pet. The fact that she was given her breakfast on the floor while the men lorded above her, jovially chatting and eating at a table, drove the point home. She was just a fuck pet in a towel, and instead of being given commands like fetch or wag, got orders like strip or suck. And yet, she found herself strangely eager to please, adjusting her towel so that it showed her cleavage nicely, and sitting on the floor at an angle to make sure the men had a view. Getting her clothes back was hardly a dignity when they came accessorized with duct tape and a ball gag. In the truck cab, she became aware that she was basically another accessory of his for the road, a tool at hand like a radio or mp3 player for distraction, or a piss bottle for sticking on his dick to relieve base needs. As at breakfast, she tried to sit in such a way that would present a nice view of her skin and curves to her captor...she somehow felt her only hope of survival and salvation lay in pleasing her owner. It was a dull stretch of the highway indeed, but the warm and wet pair of lips storing his cock made it all the more enjoyable. Darryl took his eyes off the highway and stared at the dizzy blonde girl making slurping sounds on his waist. He stroked her hair as their eyes met, he stifled a moan as he finished. The girl looked desperate and stupid as cum seeped from her lips. She couldn't get back up in her seat, her body being bound at several levels with tape. Darryl enjoyed the vibration and heat on his dick as she attempted to plead for assistance. Finally, the rapist pulled her head off by her hair. Her body landed on the passenger side door. She faced him, panting for air with cum splattered on her face and clothes." Ya got something on your face" he said smugly. The truck pulled off-road for lunch. Cindy was ordered to wash her only set of clothes as well as some of his own. The clothes were laid to dry on the roof of the truck. After eating, Cindy found herself trapped in tape like her first encounter with Darryl. She lied on the mattress staring at the blue sky from the open tail end of the truck. She had been fed a powerful aphrodisiac, a gift from Chuck which made her desperately horny to await her captor's return. Furthermore, she attempted to rub herself against the edge of the mattress to no avail. Sitting in the shadow of the truck, the resting driver enjoyed a can of chili when something he saw chilled him to his core. A cop car approached the truck. Thinking quickly, he realized he'd left his gun inside and hid underneath the vehicle. Officer Barnes pulled over to the abandoned truck on the side of the road. The stocky patrolman had heard reports of a suspicious truck passing through the area. He entered the open back to see a naked young woman bound and gagged with tape." Mam are you alright?" His pants tightened, distracting him from his job. His hands touched the woman's breasts, accidentally at first then more purposefully." You wouldn't mind if I..." his sheepish wonders were answered as Cindy's feet wrapped around his waist, edging him closer. The officer fumbled with his pants, whipping out his cock. 10 years on the force and this was a rare first. Barnes penetrated her cunt slowly; Cindy's eyes rolled to the back of her head. He picked up speed; the drugged girl moaned into the ball gag. Her legs locked the officer's waist like a vise, keeping him ensnared till the final moment. Darryl smashed the butt of his gun into the back of his neck, knocking him out immediately. He pushed the half naked officer off the ramp before fearfully jumping in the driver's seat to escape." Thanks babe! I owe you that one!" Barnes woke up groggy, pants around his ankles in a puddle of cum." That was one hell of a thing", he thought wondering what excuse he'd make for the bruise on his head. There must've been a reason he'd sat her up front rather than in the cargo trailer...and as the miles wore on, it became clear to Cindy what that was. Road head. Her ball gag had been pulled down and hung like a necklace pendant in her tan cleavage, while her opened mouth slid up and down the driver's shaft. She polished it with her saliva, slurping and sucking, licking and flicking, already showing a learning curve of oral skill after the blowjobs she'd performed on him and Chuck at the truck stop that morning. Now, her blonde head was bobbing in the outlaw's lap, providing diversion and release for him on the road. As he cream-coated the inside of her mouth with a sudden volcano eruption of musky salty jazz, Cindy reflected that he had her up here in the truck cab for reasons not so different from a trucker's piss-bottle. She was just a vessel to relieve built up pressure of bodily fluids from his dick, while sat heavily in her mouth just like his foot sat heavily against the gas pedal. Once he'd finished unloading into her mouth and she got off his deck, and he told her she'd got some on her face, she dizzily giggled, not wanting to risk angering him by acting offended, and she wiped it up with a single finger and sucked it right down. When they stopped, she did their laundry dutifully, she was desperate to make herself useful, to show that she was more valuable alive than dead, even at moments he wasn't using her as a series of wet holes to dump cum in. With her only clothes drying, that meant she was back to 'wearing' duct tape and naught else...and the strange drug he gave her was maddening, she at once felt an aching void from the emptiness of her cunt and her lonesomeness in the cargo trailer. She felt desperate to get pounded out on the mattress, but had only the mattress itself to rut against like a bitch in heat, trying to get off...close, edging, but not getting there. By the time the cop appeared, she was too lust crazed to think rationally...part of her mind did wonder what if she blurted out the truth of her kidnapping and rapes, could this be rescue...but she had an uneasy feeling that might just mean a confrontation of shootout between the cop and Darryl, which could result in her getting hit in the crossfire, or being punished by Darryl, possibly killed for disobedience, if he bested the cop. Anyway, she was gagged. Plus, the drug was making it hard to think about anything other than the hard cock the cop revealed to her. She let out little many noises to try to invite this dereliction of duty, like a siren song...and soon she was moaning happily as the cop took advantage of her, pounding away. Her back arched, she moaned against the ball gag, she tightened her legs around the waist of the man as the long dick of the law violated her pussy and her rights. It was all over just like that, the man sagging heavily as Darryl clocked him with the gun butt. Like a beheaded male preying mantis, this didn't stop the cop from ejaculating into her just at that moment, and Cindy could only give a wide-eyed muffled moan as the cop's body and dick slid away, leaving her cream pied but still horny from the drug. As the truck fled the scene, she found herself once again squirming and rutting against the mattress, hungry to feel eyes and hands on her young body and cocks and cum inside it. Cindy groaned into the gag as Darryl's weight squeezed her deeper into the mattress. The money was buried outside, but the kidnapper wanted to fuck her before the aphrodisiac wore off. She lay on the all too familiar mattress, violated by the meaty cock in her ass. Darryl slid a finger to her crotch, rubbing the wet clit which elicited satisfying sounds and movement from underneath him. He licked her ear, making eye contact with the frightened but accommodating prisoner. He pounded again and again, enjoying the pleasure of her ass clenching to his cock. His seed filled up her ass, which leaked out as his cock uncorked it." I'll be back don't you worry" he said as he left, feeling two eyes bear down on him as he left the truck. He brought a shovel with him and dug at the spot beneath the tree he remembered he'd left it at. A box was there as planned... only it was lighter than expected. Full of fear, the criminal opened it to find the money gone, only a note was left. I win. You lose. Sal"FUCK FUCK FUCK!" Darryl shouted and smashed his hand against the wall of the truck. His partner whom he thought dead had taken the money! He angrily got into the truck and slammed the door closed. Though dangerous, he knew he had to get the money back or die trying. He drove back the way he came, thinking of a plan along the way. Cindy's face was pressed mercilessly against the musty mattress. She and the mattress both groaned, in their own way, every time Darryl thrust downward, heaving his weight against her body, using his mass and strength to oil-drill his meaty cock into her sore raw asshole. In some ways this bout of sodomy was easier to bear than when he'd deflowered her asshole yesterday, as that butt fucking had loosened her up a bit and begun to awaken the muscles of her sphincter and teach them how to endure rough unused anal sex. On the other hand (or perhaps, other ass cheek), she had been sore from the get-go this time, due to already having been rubbed raw by yesterday's ass raping. The effects of the aphrodisiac tipped the balance. She found the anal penetration downright orgasmic now, as incredibly painful as it still was. She was drenching the mattress in pussy juice, moaning against her ball gag, writhing under his weight and pressing her hips and buttocks back against him as if to beg for hard cock in tender ass. And that's what she got, until she was left with a fresh buttfull of cum, thick and sticky like glue sealing her right up (until the next time he wanted to violate her anus, no doubt). After he left her empty and aching, she felt some jazz dribbling down her butt cleft to her inner thighs and labia, which made her tingle excitedly...agonizingly close to getting herself off once again. Then he left his fuck slave, to take care of business outside. She thought she heart digging...and from his yell and the echoing clang of the punch after that, she could guess he hadn't found what he'd wanted, or conversely had found something unwanted. Perhaps he'd need her as some sort of decoy/bait for revenge...she mentally prepared for the possibility of being pimped out by her captor once more. It's funny how life seems to move in circles. Cindy stared at the perfectly functional engine of the truck in an underground parking connected to Sal's apartment. It was late at night and Sal usually came home drunk at this time of night. Sal parked his muscle car and saw the pretty blonde stare desperately at the truck. Cindy wore her slutty mechanic's clothing yet again, making her irresistible to the rapacious criminal. Being a man controlled by nothing other than his sadistic lust as well as alcohol, Sal pulled a knife and approached the girl from behind." No sudden moves bitch!" the knife pushed into her back as he zip tied her wrists and stuffed a rag in her mouth. He had to have his fun, body disposal be damned. Darryl watched from the shadows and followed them silently, armed and ready to kill either of them if things went awry. Sal dragged the girl to his apartment and made his intent clear. He took off his sunglasses and jacket and tossed them on the ground. Cindy was pushed on to the couch, her backside protruding in the air. Sal pulled her shorts and panties down to her ankles." Really ought to pay attention to your surroundings more. Too late for that!" Sal undid his pants and fucked her against the couch, doggy style. Sal's cock smashed into her backside, making loud clapping noises. The rapist gripped her thighs tightly, so tight that they left bruises. Cindy's face was pushed into the couch cushions. She moaned into them loudly. As Sal climaxed, he wrapped his hands around the lady's neck, intending to end her when Darryl barged in through the door. Sal had no chance to defend himself with his pants around his ankles, and his dick hanging out." H-Hello Darryl"Darryl motioned him to take a seat." Where's my share of the cash?" he inquired." Listen man, I heard you got sprung, so I took it. Look, I spent it on a cool car, you can had-"The gun blew Sal's head open. Darryl fished for the keys and uncuffed the girl still stuck on the couch. Bringing her to the truck once again, he cuffed her to a loop in the back and drove off. He was getting more money one way or another. Cindy felt herself in a fearful sweat as she bent over the truck engine. Her job was to pretend she'd had a breakdown....she was bait, a decoy, a literal piece of meat to head fake Darryl's double-crossing rival. She didn't know how far the game was going to go before Darryl got the drop on Sal...or if it would up in some sort of nasty fight with her caught in the crossfire....but she didn't dare disobey her new Master / Pimp Daddy, she'd just have to play her part. Sal turned out to be at least as much of a villain than Darryl, holding her up at knife point, threatening to kill her, kidnapping her into his place...where he bent her over the couch and savagely raped her from behind. Cindy found herself moaning, though, soaking wet, pussy juices drenching the side arm of the couch she'd been bent over. She was kind of reminded of the corrupt cop that had his way with her....and things ended similarly, with Sal's cock bursting with jazz inside her just as Sal himself got dropped by Darryl. This was messier...the cop had just been given a good out-cold knock, and probably even left with an overall pleasant memory (most men would no doubt consider it a fair trade to fuck Cindy and take one knock after), but in Sal's case, well...the rape was like a death row inmate's last meal, he got his head blown off right after his dickhead had cream pied her. Cuffed in the truck once more, Cindy found herself moaning...maybe it was just the effect of the aphrodisiac, and-or the way her rape had ended so suddenly, but she found herself craving more dick, especially her Sodom Master's. She moaned loudly, boorishly, a siren song hoping to be heard.

The Road Ahead|rating:1.0

OOC_ Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Alright I know I already have an RP thread, but I'm very into Harry Potter. I'm interested in creating this thread, but only if I know there are other peoples interested in joining it. I was thinking as the same with my pirates Thread there would be special rewards. Furthermore, I was thinking either when rewards are given to member of certain Houses that they will be added to a fund and by the end of the "school year" the house that has the most points win the house cup and also will win the points (gold) and it will be distributed as evenly possible between the members of the house Now for this to be done I will be the only one allowed to award points to members of a household. Furthermore, I will pm the Professor or person who is going to award the points and tell them how much to award a certain student. Now points will not be given out so easily since this will be my own gold I will be giving out. I will of course need at least four people to play Professors to each house, and I'm just trying to figure out when this RP should start. I'm thinking when Harry first arrived at Hogwarts because I do not know what will happen in the last book and I do not want to start so far off into the story since I do not know how it will end. So if you are interested at all please post or PM me Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Would we only be able to play characters from the books, or could we create our own? I'm interested, but I have to make sure I can devote enough time to all my other RP's, the pirate one included! 3 Characters from the book will of course be allowed to be played by certain people, but of course if its more fun for you to have your own character then you may do that also :3 I find having my own character is much more fun because I don't want to pretend I'd know how Harry or Heroine would act in certain situations when I know that I have no idea Quote: Name: Age: House: Year: Wand: Special Abilities: Pet: Appearance: Bio/Personality: Currently Enrolled: Name: Odette Ann Rettig an Age: 14 House: Ravenclaw Year: Third Year Wand: 15 inch Vine-Carved Wand with Vela and Unicorn Hair Special Abilities: Odette is very good at charms, potions, and divination. Although with divination its so easy Sgt;.Sgt; But the thing she is best at is potions. Even though she is not in his house, even Shape has to admit she is the best in his class. There were rumors she tried to make a love potion to use on one of the Weasley boys, but I'd like to see any of you prove it. Pet: A Black and White cat, named Oreo. Appearance: Odette is a very lovely looking young lady. She has natural grace and poise, except when it comes to flying. Her hair is a dark shade of black with two white streaks in her bangs, they turned white after she drank a failed potion and even the strongest hair dye won't change them back to their natural color. She has emerald green eyes that are shaped like almonds that give her a cat eye effect. Odette is of average height, 5'4", and is trim. Bio/Personality: Odette grew up in a well off wizard family and knew it was only time before she got her letter to Hogwarts. Her mother has been teaching her all about charms ever since she could talk and her father would often read her potion books to pass the time. Being an only child, Odette is slightly spoiled and sometimes has difficulty thinking of others before herself. Odette spent much of her teenage years reading up on "the boy who lived" and was fascinated by this tale. What piqued her interest was that finally in her third year it was rumored he was going to be joining the school. It seemed this year was going to be a very interesting year for her and the rest of the Hogwarts. Name:Mirth Age:11 House:Gryffindor Year:First Wand:8"in Cedar with a phoenix feather. Special Abilities:None that she knows of. Pet:A black cat named Shadow. Appearance:She has blond hair those goes down to about her shoulders with bright red streaks going through it. Hey eyes are bright green, she is about 5"2 and is very petite. Bio/Personality:At first she comes off as very shy and doesn't talk much. But once you get to know her she opens up and lets out her little outgoing side. She is all about making good grades, so you will often find her in the library. Both of her parents are muggles so she is just now finding out about the magic world. Name: Kiara Cray Age: 11 House: Gryffindor Year: first year Wand: 11 1/2" ebony Phoenix feather Special Abilities: She is very quiet but calculating. She tends to be very intelligent from her extensive reading out of books....second in the class next to Hermione but at the same time no one really knows this because she never lets it show. Pet: She has a Raven named Trent, Who she has the uncanny ability to know exactly what Trent wants without saying a word. Appearance: Kiara has long dark raven hair that falls to just above her but with Vibrant lavender eyes. When not in her black robes for school she tends to wear black anyway but usually intertwined with deep purple. Bio/Personality: Kiara is the mysterious stranger to everyone. The student that most people tend to forget about. She learned at a young age never to let anyone get to close to her, but that does not mean she is unkind. Kiara grew up with her Mother in a small cottage away from the people in the town. Her mother was a werewolf, and her father had abandoned them when it was stated. However, it was after Kiara was born that the mother was bitten, so Kiara is just you're everyday human. It came to be her responsibility to care for her mother. Take care of her when she was ill both before and after the full moon and to make sure that she was safely locked away on the full moon. When her letter to Hogwarts arrived she almost refused to go but under the mothers insistence that she better her education she reluctantly agrees to go to Hogwarts. Though she still returns home once a month through flew powder to take care of her mother during the full moon. Dumbledore knows of this. Name: At Age: 15 House: Slytherin Year: Fifth Pet: Owl named Smythe Appearance: He's tall for fifteen years of age, he has raven black hair that flows down to his shoulders framing a slightly pale face with wide set eyes the color of Onyx, high cheek bones a clear and young complexion and mouth with a full lower lip and is easy to smile. He enjoys wearing black and crimson colored clothes though he doesn't mind green. Bio/Personality: At is slightly possessive and is known when he takes a liking to someone he'll cling to them hand and foot. His family are fairly rich, and he's one of the few pure bloods left but unlike the others he doesn't hold a proud heir of being better than anyone else. He enjoys potions and DADA, and enjoys being a wizard. Name: Aidan Fox Age: 11 House: Yet Undrawn by the Sorting Hat. [Will be Slytherin] Year: First Wand: 13" Rowan, Unicorn Hair Special Abilities: Aidan is quick-witted, but prefers drawing and doodling to debating. She is particularly gifted in Potions, finding it abnormally simple and having her own reasons for studying hard, but excels equally in Care of Magical Creatures. Pet: Young albino rabbit, named Pinkie. [Irony from her name, ETH?] Appearance: Aidan is a little short for her age, but not far from average. Her hair is a light, light red-- almost blonde-- and falls to the nape of her neck except 'ear-tails', or longer pieces of hair just behind or in front of her ears, although hers are tucked behind and fall to just past her shoulders. Long bangs shield her eyes most of the time. Oh, did I mention? She pervaded her bangs and the tips of her ear-tails bright, neon green without her mother's consent. Her eyes are a bright, striking green and her face is mostly unblemished by freckles, only a few pale ones across the bridge of her nose, which she is very glad of considering her half-Irish heritage. She finds them mostly unattractive. She is thin in build, looking very frail to most people, and her skin is mostly pale. Furthermore, she burns easily, and tries to keep out of the sun if at all possible, and enjoys sitting in the shade of a tree on warm, sunny days and drawing. Bio/Personality: Aidan is a strange pre-teen girl-- one day she will be the happiest or most talkative girl in her class, and the next will be quiet and withdrawn. She is quick to make friends, but reserves the secret of her bipolar disorder for only her closest companions. She has many medications, but feels compelled to think that she doesn't need them, and purposefully 'forgets' them quite often. Also, she feels that if she is found out at Hogwarts, she will be considered a freak and never, ever make friends. She isn't an only child in her family, having one older brother who graduated from Hogwarts the year before she is due to start, and a younger sister who hasn't yet shown magical abilities. But this could be because she is only 4 years old. Her mother is pure-blood Irish, hence her Irish name, but her father is American. When she was only 2 years old, the family packed up and moved to London, because of her brother exhibiting magical qualities inherited from Aidan's mother's side of the family and the woman's insistence that he go to Hogwarts and nowhere else. Aidan isn't an 'angsty' child; her family is well-off, and she has both parents functioning just fine. Her disability came out of the blue and took the whole family by surprise. Yet, there haven't been any suicide attempts or self-mutilation episodes, but the Hogwarts staff has been forewarned to keep an eye on her without her knowledge. She finds solace in both her Potions and Care of Magical Creatures classes, thinking that with her Potions skills, she could possibly formulate a cure for her disability, and she seems to drift away from herself when caring for another being besides herself, or sees that even non-humans have problems of their own. She especially loves to sneak Pinkie, her albino rabbit, around with her and pet him and hug him for comfort. Furthermore, she can also be found frequently doodling or writing poems in the leather-bound notebook that she carries with her at all times. Often, they are surprisingly dark, or strangely happy with a nearly unnoticeable, dark undertone. Name: Mina Finn Age: 11 House: Slytherin (seems to be a popular choice doesn't it!) Year: First year. Wand: 8" Beachwood with Unicorn Hair core. Special Abilities:Adept at potions, curses and divination. Pet: None. Favorite teacher:Professor Shape. Appearance: Click (looks better zoomed in) or if it takes too long to load she has long, badly brushed, golden blond hair and sharp, green eyes. Bio/Personality: Mina is a shy and rather pretty (but scruffy looking) orphan. Her legal guardian is Severus Snape. He home tutored her in making potions before she was selected for Hogwarts and introduced her to the Malfoy's (I checked this was alright with Kale). She's not very spiteful yet idolizes Draco. She doesn't get along very well with other girls and tends to favor the company of boys. Because of this, Mina's a bit of a tomboy and not afraid to get dirty. Name: Ross Connolly Age: 14 House: Hufflepuff Year: Third Wand: Mahogany, dragon heartstrings Special Abilities: One of the best in his year in Care of Magical Creatures, he also does well in Herbology and Charms. A good flier, Ross served as Hufflepuff's reserve keeper in his second year and has made the main team in his third. Pet: Red Female Shops Owl named Rouge Appearance: Already about 5'8'' and definitely still growing. He's of average build, neither skinny nor overweight, and doesn't ever seem to put on weight no matter what he eats. Ross has short, neatly trimmed light reddish brown hair and soft green eyes with a bit of gray in them. He also has a pale complexion that speaks of his heritage. Bio/Personality: Always seems to be smiling. Ross is a particularly laid-back, though not slothful, and friendly young man. It takes a lot to stress him out. He's also quite loyal, and would do anything for his close friends. His family is of the working middle class variety, not particularly well off but not poor either. His mother is a muggle, his father is a wizard, and both of his older brothers have graduated from Hogwarts recently. He came to be a particularly good keeper as his two older brothers would always make him play the position while they acted as chasers. Ross dreams of playing for the Irish National Quidditch team and/or working with dragons when he leaves school, his parents think he's crazy to think about either of the two pursuits. Name: Cheyenne Leona Age: 11 House: Yet to be determined {Will be Hufflepuff} Year: 1st Wand: 10" Cedar Special Abilities: Can grow plants at an alarming rate with little effort. Would like to focus her studies specifically around plants since this is where she is most comfortable and her knowledge of plants is quite vast. Pet: 6lb gray fox named Minh Appearance: Cheyenne is about 5'7" since she hit a growth spurt early and seems to have topped out. She hasn't gotten taller in about two years. She has long legs and a very small waist. Furthermore, she has begun to blossom and this mortifies her. Furthermore, she has strawberry blond hair and green eyes and is considered pretty but not overly beautiful. Her skin is a creamy peach color, and she surprisingly enough has no freckles at all. She wears skirts that are a little above the knee and always has on her black jean jacket and black and white scarf, no matter what the weather. She uses the scarf to hide behind and considers it her shield against the world. Bio/Personality: Cheyenne is a mud blood. Her parents are regular muggles and the way she can get plants, any plants, to grow made her stick out from the rest of the crowd. Being an only child she often sought refuge from her family in the woods near her house and would make up games and talk to herself, although she insists the woods were talking to her, specifically the trees. She is awkward in social situations and is very quiet most of the time. She does have a bit of a temper, and she can be biting and cruel if provoked. I'm definitely interested, and I like your way of handling the things too. Would the professors manage to get the gold if they're in that house as well or just the people who play the students? I believe it would be fair to give the professors a share to. I need of course at least four, and they are going to be ones from the book. Like I said I just cannot decide where to start, but I really think eh first year would be the best way to start. That way it can all be a fresh start for everyone. I can't wait for the seventh and final book and since I don't know what happens I don't want to start off anywhere near that one. Plus I like playing a young kid. I'm usually an older person in RP's and sometimes It's fun to just get back to your roots and be a kid again. So we'll need four professors to begin with, and I think that should be all we'll honestly need. I don't want to have like a bunch of professors and no one to pretend they are in class. Also, teachers are allowed to have a student character. I think this'll be more fun for people who chose to play teachers since teachers are not always necessarily around and needed at times. Yeah, that's a good idea. I'd like to play Severus Snape... as long as you're open to me giving him my own character twist. Cold to those on the outside and actually confusingly a bit caring but doesn't wish to show. That's my portrayal of Savvy anyway since J. K. Rowling doesn't play into his psychic. Sounds great! And I agree with you, I think deep down Severus is actually a bit caring on the inside. I just can't wait for it to tend, and I read what you said in the other threads and I actually love how dark the books are getting, but then again I'm just an evil little woman lol I do hate though how Jack basically got eaten in POT Sgt;.Sgt; I know he's coming back, but I still think that's blows he got eaten by the damn thing/. So would you like to just play Severus or would you like to play a student ta swell? And it isn't necessary just an option :3 Side not: If you have a student/teacher characters or two student characters you are role-playing this does not qualify you for more gold. Also, if you wish to have multiples characters then you may, but they must be in the same house, and you are limited to two. I do not want people having four characters and one in each house just so they can guarantee themselves some gold :P I will play Levy, and I'm glad you agree with me. I'm bad at writing up uncaring posts for the most part, and it's part of my fanfic reasoning. Furthermore, I despised the sixth book though for many reasons, but I agree that I love the fact the books are growing dark. Just never liked the sixth because of how Rowling handled it. That and we'd probably hear little of poor Levy who was forced to kill Dumbly... I'm considering another char... don't want to play any that are in the book because then it'd be confusing of how to handle them depending on their relationship with Levy in the books. Like I know you're limiting it to being in the same house. But say I chose to play Harry and SEV. I'd fall into my phase of trying to get them in a relationship. >.> My obsession really... or if I play Malfoy the same thing on Malfoy's end. So I shall continue to think on it. I'll probably do so... I have a OC in mind that I'd use... who reminds me a lot of SEV just a bit more caring than him. Made up characters are of course allowed :3 I actually prefer them, but if I can find someone willing to give it a go at playing one of the characters from the book then I figure why not let them try. Yeah, I agree it pains me when I read about Dumbledore, and then I think about Severus because I think he really is a friend and was forced to do that because of the situation. Damn Malfoy Sgt;.Sgt; I don't think SEV ever was a real friend to Dumbledore... but I know he wouldn't have wanted to do it himself but because of the situation it was either kill Dumbly or die himself. I don't blame him for doing it. It just would have served better if Rowling didn't rush through everything. I will make a student. He's one of my original Characters I had for a while, sorta looks like SEV. Or rather can be a younger version of SEV since we don't know what SEV looked like when he was younger and a student at Hogwarts... well don't know all that much other than the small glimpses Harry had gotten from the pensive. Alright, I'll try to set up the thread right now and if I can't find people to play teachers then I'll try to play them my selves or people already in the thread to play them :3 Alright, had noticed it in the Forum. Love how you started it off with the formal letter. Maybe give the IOC thread, so people know there's one? I'll add the link ASAP and I figure what better way to top off then with the letter showing you were accepted to the school Lt;3 Haha, yes. I only mentioned the link because that way we don't have people posting their characters in there ... Are you wanting me to give my small version of the character profile here? I can, I have it practically memorized I use him often in stories and sometimes in role plays. Sure that would help, I'd prefer character posting to be done here since I think character information in the actual thread looks messy Too true. I'm sure I don't have to post the Character info of Shape. Anyone who plays shall know what he looks like and is like to others at least. Here's my OC:I do not have a last name for him... and I'm altering his age to fit a bit into the years. At 17 he'd be out of the role-play by the end of the first year. Name: Stage: 15House: Slytherin Year: Fifth Pet: Owl named SytheAppearance: He's tall for fifteen years of age, he has raven black hair that flows down to his shoulders framing a slightly pale face with wide set eyes the color of Onyx, high cheek bones a clear and young complexion and mouth with a full lower lip and is easy to smile. He enjoys wearing black and crimson colored clothes though he doesn't mind green. Bio/Personality: At is slightly possessive and is known when he takes a liking to someone he'll cling to them hand and foot. His family are fairly rich, and he's one of the few pure bloods left but unlike the others he doesn't hold a proud heir of being better than anyone else. He enjoys potions and DADA, and enjoys being a wizard. I went ahead and made the thread and I will link it on the first page in the first post. I made only five classes available to really take because I figure it's all we really need for now since a lot of the RP won't be spent too much in the classrooms. Furthermore, I may or may not have quidditch teams, but if I decide that will make it difficult because of course everyone will want their team to win. One solution is placing all the teams players in a hat and drawing from them and whoever I draw first their team wins. Then you can discuss your win or loss with everyone else. I don't know of another way we could really settle this matter if we were to have quidditch. Prof. Shape is Already taken, and I would be Prof. McGonagall, but she is in a different house and I want to be treated just like the other players, so I may play Albus Dumbledore if no one wishes to play him. The story will begin when we have a good handful of people interested in playing, and we will start on the Hogwarts Express. I will have us RP on there for at least a day or so. That will give us time to set up everything necessary that I think we should have established for when school actually begins. Remember we are starting from the first book, so this is where he-who-must-not-be-named is possessing Prof. Quarrel and tries to steal the Sorcerer's Stone. I'll looking for anyone interested to play some of the books characters, but as I stated before this is not necessary to have, but it would be interesting. You're not speaking to me specifically because I had already requested to be Prof. Shape... >.> Oh no, no XD Sorry about that. I'm just posting things. Whenever I get an idea I have to post it down or else I'll forget. I already put your name next to Prof. Shape's name in the thread and your characters name down, so everyone knows that you are Ring as him and such :3 Haha, okay. ^^ I get confused easily, that's all. I don't know why I am usually very good at getting things... That's alright, I tend to confuse a lot of people Lt;3 Love the avatar by the way :3 I'm still earning gold to try and create a look. I still can't believe I splurged on this dress O.o Oh well got to get something on me. Being naked is fun, but clothes are so nice :3, Thanks. :lol:Gods I never thought I'd have the amount of people complementing me. I just throw things together... I haven't used my PMs this much at all and now everyone's PMing me about my AVI, and we end up talking about anything and everything. It's fun. I've noticed that sometimes when an Avi is just tossed together it can often look better than one that is thought through. It's nice to plan things, but if you can just toss on whatever you got and see how it works together. I have work in an hour and half and I must be going in about half an hour. So far there is myself you and Crinkled that is interested, and I may have people from my pirate RP thread interested as well. I'm a pirate at heart, but I dabble in the magical world every now and again. I like the idea of waving a wand and turning a rat into a goblet Lt;333 *giggles* yeah. Furthermore, I like pirates but. Furthermore, I dabble more into the magical field. Though Jack is the hottest pirate out there. I just realized I hadn't replied to your comment before about how Jack shouldn't have been eaten. That's totally true... But thinking of turning a rat into a goblet always makes me giggle especially when Ron's attempt comes to mind. *giggles incessantly* Well that's what the git gets for using a broken wand lol Then again he knew the kind of wrath he'd get from his dear ol' mum if he told her he crashed the car after stealing it and oh by the way I broke my wand to. Ever since I saw the end of the movie I've honestly hated Elizabeth and I hope for her end in the third movie even though I know that could never happen lol I never thought I'd find him attractive honestly, him being so dirty and grubby, but dammit the man is gorgeous even covered in all that stuff *sigh* Johnny Depp is so good. Yeah. POT got me loving Johnny Depp's movies and wanting to see every one of them out there. Before POT I would watch them if they had a good story line and that's it. Now I enjoy his movies a lot no matter what the story line he's such a great actor. And I agree with you about Elizabeth. I think Ron would have gotten that result even if his wand wasn't broken. It's Ron after all. *still giggling* Indeed lol poor Won. He'll get it right one day, and maybe he'll finally get it right with Heroine. I just hated how he got so jealous of her and Viktor Drum then he went everywhere snogging the heck out of Lavender, and he wondered why she was acting so odd. Big dumb kid he did the same thing when she was just at the Ball with Viktor lol I know!! He wants to date her... making her jealous isn't the way!! All I can say is....boys. Well I must be off getting ready for work though. Although I hardly call it work XD I basically watch kids or movies all day. With the weather we've been having I'd say today is going to be a movie day. Bye Bye Haha Kay bad. I'd rather that than my job. :lol: Online again and open to people posting characters and interest in the thread :3 I'm definitely going to join, and I figure I'll jump in with a Hufflepuff student, and I'll give Professor Sprout a go too. Here's a good reference for Harry Potter spells and such: Quote: Originally Posted by Crinkled Straw I'm definitely going to join, and I figure I'll jump in with a Hufflepuff student, and I'll give Professor Sprout a go too. Here's a good reference for Harry Potter spells and such: I'm so adding that to my favorites!! I need it, not only for this RP but for my fanfics. Yay for potions!! I will join as well, although I must admit that I have seen the movies but have not read any of the books :oops: I have them because my daughter loves them, but I just haven't picked one up. Since I am the least knowledgeable I figure my character will be some sort of bumbling idiot who recently discovered she had powers at all, probably a mud blood and a first year student.*runs off to do some research* I know, its such a great and useful site! Though they don't have a specific area on herbology (which I would have liked seeing as I want to play Sprout), but for potions, charms, and general Harry Potter knowledge its amazing. I can't remember who originally told me about it, but I'm glad I remembered it after all this time. 3 Quote: Originally Posted by Crinkled Straw I know, its such a great and useful site! Though they don't have a specific area on herbology (which I would have liked seeing as I want to play Sprout), but for potions, charms, and general Harry Potter knowledge its amazing. I can't remember who originally told me about it, but I'm glad I remembered it after all this time. 3 Well for my sake I'm glad you did too. Oh, btw I love your AVI. So cute. If you ever need help getting some research done Jurupa just try mugglenet.com or just type in Harry Potter and look for sites. The books themselves really aren't too great of help for classroom knowledge, but they are a good read. Alright you can be Prof. Sprout. Was she head of a house I always forget, I think it is Hufflepuff since you said you wanted to be a student. See I read the books and I can't even remember XD Quote: Originally Posted by captain kooky If you ever need help getting some research done Jurupa just try mugglenet.com or just type in Harry Potter and look for sites. The books themselves really aren't too great of help for classroom knowledge, but they are a good read. Alright you can be Prof. Sprout. Was she head of a house I always forget, I think it is Hufflepuff since you said you wanted to be a student. See I read the books and I can't even remember XD I don't remember either! I don't ever think the books mentioned who was head of house for Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw. But then I could be wrong. I bet it'll take me three seconds to look up online haha But right now I am so ready for bed I need to pass out. I tried to get online like all night, but I just couldn't access the site. Furthermore, I was worried I got banned for a second, but I got no e-mail. It just got frustrating after trying to so long when all of my friend kept telling me everything was working fine on the site for them Sgt;.Sgt; Oh well Good Night and I will be on in the morning, but this weekend I shall be working two 8-hour shifts so do not expect to hear too much from me Lt;333 Quote: Originally Posted by Kale Dragon heart Well for my sake I'm glad you did too. Lt;3 Oh btw I love your AVI. So cute. Thanks! ’D And yeah, Sprout is Hufflepuff's head of house, and Flit wick is Ravenclaw's. 3 Alright so far I have two Professors and I believe so far we have three students. I'd like to give this thread some more time I just want to be sure we have a good amount of people involved. I'm not giving up on this idea just need to work on it some more. If anyone knows anyone who likes to RP in groups or Harry Potter let them know I'm recruiting for a Hogwarts thread :3 I shall do that. I know maybe one person, but she's barely online, I'll still mention it to her though. Maybe I'll get her on more that way. Name:Ross Connolly Age:14House:Hufflepuff Year:Third Wand:Mahogany, dragon heartstringSpecial Abilities:One of the best in his year in Care of Magical Creatures, he also does well in Herbology and Charms. A good flier, Ross served as Hufflepuff's reserve keeper in his second year and has made the main team in his third. Pet:Red Female Shops Owl named Rouge Appearance:Already about 5'8'' and definitely still growing. He's of average build, neither skinny nor overweight, and doesn't ever seem to put on weight no matter what he eats. Ross has short, neatly trimmed light reddish brown hair and soft green eyes with a bit of gray in them. He also has a pale complexion that speaks of his heritage. Bio/Personality:Always seems to be smiling. Ross is a particularly laid-back, though not slothful, and friendly young man. It takes a lot to stress him out. He's also quite loyal, and would do anything for his close friends. His family is of the working middle class variety, not particularly well off but not poor either. His mother is a muggle, his father is a wizard, and both of his older brothers have graduated from Hogwarts recently. He came to be a particularly good keeper as his two older brothers would always make him play the position while they acted as chasers. Ross dreams of playing for the Irish National Quidditch team and/or working with dragons when he leaves school, his parents think he's crazy to think about either of the two pursuits. Free! I'll draw up a prof fie immediately! Lt;3 Ah, heck, I'll just put it here! Sgt;Walt; Name: Aidan Fox Age: 11 House: Yet Undrawn by the Sorting Hat. [Will be Slytherin] Year: First Wand: 13" Rowan, Unicorn Hair Special Abilities: Aidan is quick-witted, but prefers drawing and doodling to debating. She is particularly gifted in Potions, finding it abnormally simple and having her own reasons for studying hard, but excels equally in Care of Magical Creatures. Pet: Young albino rabbit, named Pinkie. [Irony from her name, ETH?] Appearance: Aidan is a little short for her age, but not far from average. Her hair is a light, light red-- almost blonde-- and falls to the nape of her neck except 'ear-tails', or longer pieces of hair just behind or in front of her ears, although hers are tucked behind and fall to just past her shoulders. Long bangs shield her eyes most of the time. Oh, did I mention? She pervaded her bangs and the tips of her ear-tails bright, neon green without her mother's consent. Her eyes are a bright, striking green and her face is mostly unblemished by freckles, only a few pale ones across the bridge of her nose, which she is very glad of considering her half-Irish heritage. She finds them mostly unattractive. She is thin in build, looking very frail to most people, and her skin is mostly pale. Furthermore, she burns easily, and tries to keep out of the sun if at all possible, and enjoys sitting in the shade of a tree on warm, sunny days and drawing. Bio/Personality: Aidan is a strange pre-teen girl-- one day she will be the happiest or most talkative girl in her class, and the next will be quiet and withdrawn. She is quick to make friends, but reserves the secret of her bipolar disorder for only her closest companions. She has many medications, but feels compelled to think that she doesn't need them, and purposefully 'forgets' them quite often. Also, she feels that if she is found out at Hogwarts, she will be considered a freak and never, ever make friends. She isn't an only child in her family, having one older brother who graduated from Hogwarts the year before she is due to start, and a younger sister who hasn't yet shown magical abilities. But this could be because she is only 4 years old. Her mother is pure-blood Irish, hence her Irish name, but her father is American. When she was only 2 years old, the family packed up and moved to London, because of her brother exhibiting magical qualities inherited from Aidan's mother's side of the family and the woman's insistence that he go to Hogwarts and nowhere else. Aidan isn't an 'angsty' child; her family is well-off, and she has both parents functioning just fine. Her disability came out of the blue and took the whole family by surprise. Yet, there haven't been any suicide attempts or self-mutilation episodes, but the Hogwarts staff has been forewarned to keep an eye on her without her knowledge. She finds solace in both her Potions and Care of Magical Creatures classes, thinking that with her Potions skills, she could possibly formulate a cure for her disability, and she seems to drift away from herself when caring for another being besides herself, or sees that even non-humans have problems of their own. She especially loves to sneak Pinkie, her albino rabbit, around with her and pet him and hug him for comfort. Furthermore, she can also be found frequently doodling or writing poems in the leather-bound notebook that she carries with her at all times. Often, they are surprisingly dark, or strangely happy with a nearly unnoticeable, dark undertone. Alright getting some more people which I like to see, maybe sometime later this week or even month I can finally get this thread set up as well for Ring. I just would like at least a couple more students and maybe a couple more people to play teachers. If there is no one to play a teacher then we'll simply attend a class and talk about it afterward instead of Ring in it. Most classes that involved the teachers and were actually seen are Shape really and umm McGonagall XDD I forgot how to spell her name lol But I shall play Dumbledore when needed, although I will happily let someone else do this if they think they can do a better job since I don't think I'd do to well with his character...honestly. D: No recent activity in this thread or the main thread makes Becca sad. D: -Put a lot of research and work into her Charlie.- I know it makes me sad to, I really need to find more people because this one seems like fun and something new and different for me to play with :3 -Loud, long, annoying whine.- JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOINNNN~ Stupid peoples. D: I SPENT A BUTT-LOAD OF TIME ON WIKIPEDIA FOR MY CHARACTER! IF I DON'T GET TO USE HER SOON, I'MMA BE CRACKIN' SOME SKULL!!! x You obsessively research your characters too, Llama? XD Whenever I'm making a character that's of a certain nationality I check the most popular surnames from the country I want my character to be from. I also search baby name websites to make sure the origin of my character's name matches. LMAO. Kooky, could I make a character on my mule account? I'd probably make a Gryffindor, just so we'd actually have one, but I wouldn't expect anything if Gryffindor ended up winning the House Cup or anything. Well since you are playing a teacher from a different house then I have to say no because even the teachers get gold :3 So you'd have to play a student from that house that your teacher is in Lt;3 We can take a vote For people who are involved with this RP and want to see it started now just say yes if not you can say I can wait. It's not like my pirate RP where its more difficult to join since people can't randomly pop up on a ship. This RP we're in a big old castle so It's not too shocking when you meet someone new :3 Lol. I vote YAY for starting now! Maybe if it looks more active in the actual RP forum, instead of just this IOC topic floating around the IOC subforum, then maybe it'll get more interest. ^ ^ camp;camp;Crinkly: On some of them. Also, my character in this RP has Bi-Polar Disorder, and I wanted to make sure I got stuff right about it. I don't want to just pull stuff out of my ass with an actual disability, and maybe offend someone or something. Yay for Wikipedia! 'DD So. When is it going to start up... could you PM me when you finally feel it's ready to be started up? I think I might start this up tonight :3 It'll start at platform 9 and 3/4 of course and everyone can do their own introduction. No need to be a billion paragraphs long what ever suits you will be fine :3 Oh and congrats on becoming a trial moderator :3 Guess that means you're online and active a lot Lt;333 Kudos :D Josh. Grasses to Kale! DODD -Confetti.- Alrighty characters added to the list and what house they are under. I just put the Hufflepuff house in black since yellow is blinding lol Ta Day!!! I posted a short introduction post for Odette. Everyone is free to do so for their student characters. You can interact with each other and don't mind Odette. She is an only child and tends to enjoy just being by herself :3 I am not sure if I have the wand right, but I figured that Hufflepuff would be where I should end up (that and the quiz told me so, lol). I also have several plants in my house, so I figured that I could use that. Let me know if something sounds off or could be better. Name: Cheyenne Leona Age: 11 House: Yet to be determined {Will be Hufflepuff} Year: 1st Wand: 10" Cedar Special Abilities: Can grow plants at an alarming rate with little effort. Would like to focus her studies specifically around plants since this is where she is most comfortable and her knowledge of plants is quite vast. Pet: 6lb gray fox named Minh Appearance: Cheyenne is about 5'7" since she hit a growth spurt early and seems to have topped out. She hasn't gotten taller in about two years. She has long legs and a very small waist. Furthermore, she has begun to blossom and this mortifies her. Furthermore, she has strawberry blond hair and green eyes and is considered pretty but not overly beautiful. Her skin is a creamy peach color, and she surprisingly enough has no freckles at all. She wears skirts that are a little above the knee and always has on her black jean jacket and black and white scarf, no matter what the weather. She uses the scarf to hide behind and considers it her shield against the world. Bio/Personality: Cheyenne is a mud blood. Her parents are regular muggles and the way she can get plants, any plants, to grow made her stick out from the rest of the crowd. Being an only child she often sought refuge from her family in the woods near her house and would make up games and talk to herself, although she insists the woods were talking to her, specifically the trees. She is awkward in social situations and is very quiet most of the time. She does have a bit of a temper, and she can be biting and cruel if provoked. Just so you know if you are in fact a first yeah then you know nothing really about the teachers and haven't met them since you haven't been to the school yet, especially since both your parents are muggles. Sorry I have to say that. Damn me being so obsessed with the series XD Other than that you made a perfect character outline. Honestly you don't need to even have that much to your wand. Some people get real descriptive on it and some people just say I have a twig Lt;3 Ok, that is why I figured I should ask. I took all the teacher stuff out and reworded it a bit. I'll get this eventually :D (Do let me know if all this is too much! Also, if you wanted any "spoilers" on how my character develops throughout the course of the story PM me). Name:Mina Finn Age:11House:Slytherin (seems to be a popular choice doesn't it!) Year:First year. Wand:8" Beachwood with Unicorn Hair core. Special Abilities:Adept at potions, curses and divination. Pet:None. Favourite teacher:Professor Shape. Appearance:Click (looks better zoomed in) or if it takes too long to load she has long, badly brushed, golden blond hair and sharp, green eyes. Bio/Personality:Mina is a shy and rather pretty (but scruffy looking) orphan. Her legal guardian is Severus Snape. He home tutored her in making potions before she was selected for Hogwarts and introduced her to the Malfoy's (I checked this was alright with Kale). She's not very spiteful yet idolizes Draco. She doesn't get along very well with other girls and tends to favor the company of boys. Because of this, Mina's a bit of a tomboy and not afraid to get dirty. Extra information: Mina is one of my original characters I use for Harry Potter role-plays/fan fiction and have done for a few years now so that's why there's such a detailed background for her. If you don't like it then that's fine. I don't mind being rejected if you don't like her. Also are the students (Draco, Harry, etc.) free for anyone to write about (Like NPCs)? Or do you have to be one of them? Quote: Originally Posted by captain kooky Oh and congrats on becoming a trial moderator :3 Guess that means you're online and active a lot Lt;333 Kudos :D Thank you everyone who have congratulated me... and I shall be on much more, hopefully. Age:11House:GriffendorYear:Firsthand:8"in Cedar with a phoenix feather. Special Abilities:None that she knows of. Pet:A black cat named Shadow. Appearance:She has blond hair those goes down to about her shoulders with bright red streaks going through it. Hey eyes are bright green, she is about 5"2 and is very petite. Bio/Personality:At first she comes off as very shy and doesn't talk much. But once you get to know her she opens up and lets out her little outgoing side. She is all about making good grades, so you will often find her in the library. Both of her parents are muggles so she is just now finding out about the magic world. Quote: Originally Posted by Mirth House:(Don't we need to be sorted?) (Well my character is one I've used before, and I always make her a Slytherin - some people like to pick houses that match their character's personalities or will affect their development in a particular way - for instance, you could make your character a Ravenclaw since she's brainy or put her in Gryffindor to develop her confidence, since Gryffindor House was set up for the "brave". Plus there aren't any Gryffindor yet). Quote: Originally Posted by Care Angelica Quote: Originally Posted by Mirth House:(Don't we need to be sorted?) (Well my character is one I've used before, and I always make her a Slytherin - some people like to pick houses that match their character's personalities or will affect their development in a particular way - for instance, you could make your character a Ravenclaw since she's brainy or put her in Gryffindor to develop her confidence, since Gryffindor House was set up for the "brave". Plus there aren't any Gryffindor yet). (Ahh I see, I think I will make her a Gryffindor then. Thank you so much for your help :] ) Quote: Originally Posted by Mirth Quote: Originally Posted by Care Angelica Quote: Originally Posted by Mirth House:(Don't we need to be sorted?) (Well my character is one I've used before, and I always make her a Slytherin - some people like to pick houses that match their character's personalities or will affect their development in a particular way - for instance, you could make your character a Ravenclaw since she's brainy or put her in Gryffindor to develop her confidence, since Gryffindor House was set up for the "brave". Plus there aren't any Gryffindor yet). (Ahh I see, I think I will make her a Gryffindor then. Thank you so much for your help :] ) (You're very welcome :))P.S. Kooky can I post yet?EDIT: I've already posted. I hope you don't mind. I just didn't want to get left behind! Everyone's characters are accepted, and I welcome you :3 I'm fine with your characters' storyline Care and think it will be an interesting one to see played out since Kale says she makes Shape seem a bit softer and not so harsh. So yes everyone feel free to post and have your little introductions :3 Alrighty once everyone that is listed has posted their little introductions I'll have the train leave, so I just need Kale Crinkled Mirth and I think that's it. If not dang it everyone get to posting lol Posted all of everyone's profiles on the first page, so new people can see to :3 Posted my little guy's entrance. 3 I read very nicely done :3 Just need to more people to post and we are off. Anyone can still join after the train leaves of course. Just everyone who has joined now I'd like them to post their little introduction. Can't wait to start playing in Classes. Got Sprout and Shape just need someone who'd want to play McGonagall, and we have most of the main teachers who seem to have more interaction with the students. And so far we've had no one interested in playing any of the students from the books, but remember you may do so only if that character is also in your house. Like I said at the end of the school year whatever house wins gets to split up the gold as the prize :3 He. I created Aidan in anticipation of a Draco, but nobody's wanted to play him yet. D: I'd offer to play him, but I doubt that I could do a good job, without somehow making him want to bang Harry. XD;; Silly fan fictions. ^ ^;;;; But yeah. D: We really should get some cannon students. The mains especially; Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco. :/ Posted my first post. I'll save SEV's post until the feast. Crazy person talking to their owl he-he Lt;333 Good post :3, Thank you. At speaks with all animals... privately. Odette just like to do the Avis spell so she can make little birdies for her cat to play with. I wonder if there is a spell to make a mouse haha Sgt;.Sgt; Haha can always check the encyclopedia for spells Crinkled Straw posted. I have been and oh my gosh that is going to so come in handy, I need to post it on the front page. It's good to look up random easy spells just to have your character do for fun. So have you talked with Care about her character? It really interested me having a character that was under the guardianship of Shape. I think she did PM you about it since she posted, and I thought that was nice of her to at least do that. I think it'll add a bit of something to the RP Yeah we talked, and I guess it's a good idea. Don't mind it but let's not go with everyone's characters or plots from fan fictions... If we did... I'd be putting SEV and Harry together... >.:lol:The one thing I dislike is many of the incarnations are unknown... I suppose we can make them up for the role play and in brackets say what it actually is, maybe with link to the page, so people know what it does. Wow, you guys have been busy while I went to the movies. Went and saw Spider. It was... eh... could have been better. I'll get caught up in a bit. I also bought a new pen tablet to play with. It tends to happen :3 Everyone did their intros, didn't they? (I'm just checking since I've said the train in pulling off :oops: but there can be flashbacks can't there?). Also can I play Draco? I promise to try and make him quite nasty (even to Mina - or at least he's only nice to her once he realizes she's brainy and will do his homework for him XD).EDIT: I can always take out my post and use it later when the train is moving. Yeah, the train has yet to leave since I believe one more person has to post, but I see no harm in you playing Draco and you have my permission :3Also a new person will be joining, and they will be playing Prof McGonagall :3However I will not be posting tonight because I'm exhausted in the brain from lack of good sleep....stupid sneezing CAT!!! Name: Kiara Cray Age: 11House: GriffindorYear: first year Wand: 11 1/2" ebony Phoenix feather Special Abilities: She is very quiet but calculating. She tends to be very intelligent from her extensive reading out of books....second in the class next to Hermione but at the same time no one really knows this because she never lets it show. Pet: She has a Raven named Trent, Who she has the uncanny ability to know exactly what Trent wants without saying a word. Appearance: Kiara has long dark raven hair that falls to just above her but with Vibrant lavender eyes. When not in her black robes for school she tends to wear black anyway but usually intertwined with deep purple. Bio/Personality: Kiara is the mysterious stranger to everyone. The student that most people tend to forget about. She learned at a young age never to let anyone get to close to her, but that does not mean she is unkind. Kiara grew up with her Mother in a small cottage away from the people in the town. Her mother was a werewolf, and her father had abandoned them when it was stated. However, it was after Kiara was born that the mother was bitten, so Kiara is just you're everyday human. It came to be her responsibility to care for her mother. Take care of her when she was ill both before and after the full moon and to make sure that she was safely locked away on the full moon. When her letter to Hogwarts arrived she almost refused to go but under the mothers insistence that she better her education she reluctantly agrees to go to Hogwarts. Though she still returns home once a month through flew powder to take care of her mother during the full moon. Dumbledore knows of this. Quote: Originally Posted by captain kooky Yeah the train has yet to leave since I believe one more person has to post, but I see no harm in you playing Draco and you have my permission :3 Also a new person will be joining, and they will be playing Prof McGonagall :3 However I will not be posting tonight because I'm exhausted in the brain from lack of good sleep....stupid sneezing CAT!!! Okay I'll fix (or remove and reuse later) my post :)EDIT: Done. I just took out the bit about the train leaving and trolley lady added something about Draco._____________________________________RE-EDIT: Heeled! Draco's made Mina cry! He's not going to live that down... Train is now leaving the station, so if you haven't posted it's ok you can still pop up anywhere on the train :3 Alright I posted and the train has officially left eh station. So if you didn't get to do your introduction post you may do so now. We'll be on the train for a few more good posts than we'll arrive at the school. If anyone wishes to play Hagrid let m know, since he is the one who takes the first years to the school on the boats :3 I'd like to throw in my profile, but I have to ask first, can an OC be related to a character in the book? If I give a brief and reasonable description as to how? Wadda you guys think? (I know his legs are pretty messed up, especially in the last panel, I can't draw that well!) Quote: Originally Posted by Forever Purity I'd like to throw in my profile, but I have to ask first, can an OC be related to a character in the book? If I give a brief and reasonable description as to how? I see no problem with that :3 Cute drawing lol Least you draw just for fun. If I draw the picture has to be perfect Sgt;.Sgt; Quote: Originally Posted by captain kooky Quote: Originally Posted by Forever Purity I'd like to throw in my profile, but I have to ask first, can an OC be related to a character in the book? If I give a brief and reasonable description as to how? I see no problem with that :3 Awesome, you should see my profile then soon. ^_^ Edit: Question: Is harry still going to Hogwarts? Or is this after Harry's years? I'm trying to figure out the timeline of this RP. Edit: never mind. -just read a post that just answered that question-Yeah this is all starting from the first book :3 I figure it's easier since I don't want to try and pretend what will happen after the book is all done and over with. Posting is going good, and I'll be posting again, although I'm running out of things to do so now it's time for the snack cart to go by ^^ Ok, cool. Another question. (I'm just so full of those, but I don't want to throw myself in here and get yelled at later...) Is it all right if my characters a werewolf? With good reason and explanation that is? Hmm, I'll have to give that one a bit of thought, but I think it could work since the whole Professor Lupin thing I could see it working Why don't you post the character and explanation, and we'll see what you're working with :3 OK! Will do! =3Edit: Here it is!! Name: Rose Amelia Hunter Lupin Birthday: June 30, 1977, Age: 13 Hometown: Paris, France Blood: Pure Hair Color: Black Hairstyle: waist length, pulled back and French-braided w/silver ribbons entwined Eye Color: crystalline blue eyes that seem to see through anything Height: 5’6” Clothing (Hogsmeade): black baggy pants (ones with lots of pockets, one of which her wand is stashed in a good amount of the time), black combat boots; black silk business shirt, and her cloak. Other Details: Her eyes seem to have the ability to seek out "sneaks", she has scars one her arms from where Henri Grey back attacked her when she was five, giving her werewolf qualities. She also wears what looks like a normal wristwatch, but it shows the phases of the moon instead of the time. It turns into her collar when she transforms. History: Born to James Remus Lupin and Amelia Rose Hunter on June 30, 1977, Younger (step) sister of Remus James Lupin; attacked by Henri Grey back when she was five. Father’s Name: James Remus Lupin Father’s Occupation: Aurora, animals Father’s Appearance: A Burley 6’7” man at the age of 38. Sandy brown hair, long, pulled back neatly into a ponytail. Wears robes of blue and black silk and carries a maple wood walking staff, with a lion’s head brandishing the top. Some say this is where he stores his wand, but no one really knows. Father’s History: Born in 1941, in the very green countryside of Britain. He met his first wife (Remus’ mum, name unknown) while in Hogwarts. After they graduated they were married and Remus was born (1960). Eleven years passed and Remus starts school, a year later Remus’ mother dies mysteriously; some say it was the work of the Dark Lord. A Year after that, James remarries to Amelia Rose Hunter and Rose is born two years later. Mother’s Name: Amelia Rose Hunter Mother’s Occupation: Death Eater Mother’s Appearance: Has similar black hair and style to Rose and the same blue eyes. Usually seen wearing black or green or both colored robes. Mother’s History: born in 1941, marries James in 1976 (Aug), births Rose in '77 (June). Not much more is really known, but Rose has a suspicion that she is a Death Eater. Brothers: Remus James Lupin (step) Brother’s History: Born on March 10, 1960, in London, bitten by Fair Grey back when he was young. House: Gryffindor Year: 3rd House Position: none Best Class: Transfiguration Worst Class: Potions Wand: 16”, Sakura tree wood, phoenix feather Pets: a small black kitten named NeoChat, is also seen walking around with large black lab she calls “snuffles”. Patrons: A white snow wolf Animal: A gray wolf Special Skills: Defense against the Dark Arts Favorite Teacher: McGonagall Hated Teacher: Shape and Breakaway Quidditch Position: Back up Keeper Broom: Fire bolt FULL History: The above is just the to-the-point facts about her. Her mother and Remus' father met (what she heard) one day in the Three Broomsticks. Her father was just an intern for the Mom and her mother had just been recruited for the DE. Furthermore, her father did not know of this fact, of course, nor did she know he was an intern for the Mom. They seemed to have thought it was better that way. Rose was born, and grew normally, that is until her 5th birthday, where she was taking a walk with Remus' best friend, Sirius Black, and it just so happened that it was a full moon and Henri Grey back happened to be out and about in there are. Henri went for Rose first, successfully clamping own onto the flesh of her forearm, and she was dragged a few feet before Sirius had transformed and took on Henri's beastly form. Rose was taken to St. Mangos and treated, though, when the treatment was over, the doctor had told her parents that her transformations would be different. She would take on the beastly form, but she would not lose her mind in the process. It might have been for the quick work of Sirius, who had saved Rose so promptly, or a force of will that Rose has, that it seemed her soul would refuse to be lost to the beast. She grew up as normally as a werewolf girl could after that, her father had a wristwatch made for her that showed the phases of the moon, which turned into her collar when she transforms. She was then sent her acceptance letter to Hogwarts, and attended there for three years. In her third year, she would encounter Harry Potter in his first year. No one really knows of her heritage, in the school, most teachers called her 'Miss Hunter', Professor McGonagall being an exception to the rule, as she is Rose's godmother - who calls her Lupin, or Rose. No one in the school knows that she is a werewolf, as she has her own room at the very top of Gryffindor tower, for the students safety and Rose's convenience. She is very talented in Defense against the Dark Arts and some say that she will grow up to be a very good addition to the Mom. Hope it passes. ^^; I like, I'm just curious as to why she is 13 in 1990, I'm not quite sure when the first year is exactly like the time date... I don't think they even mention it in the book Hamm Does she have to start out as a first year? From what I got she didn't have to... Oh, no she doesn't have a first year its just she was born in the 70s, and I'm trying to think if that would work since I'm honestly not sure when Harry Potter was born so it kind of makes it hard to figure out what year it is in the story Sgt;.Sgt; Harry was born on July 31st, 1980. That's how's she being three years older than him. Check it out here:#nameThe first year is 1991. Ten years later. He had just TURNED 11. She had just turned 13. Oh, cool that helps a lot :3 I didn't know he actually had a set birthday and everything lol Ok your profile totally works for me and I don't think anyone would have any objections to it either :3 All right! Awesome! I'll get to work on my first post when I finish this round of cheat on Neopets...-is so old school- XD So build school XDDD I haven't been on that site since I was like 10 I think lol ... I got really bored. Added Lol Almost done with the round... Random HP fandom... Short post, but sometimes they are a necessary evil lol Do we have anyone playing the Weakly twins? -eyes wide-Not at this time, I'm hoping more people will join and want to play people from the book. Has someone for Draco, Shape, and Sprout so far which isn't too bad :3 Yep. Awww... no Fred and George yet. There must be a Fred and George. No HP RP is complete without them. Lol -is a fangirl- I know I am to lol I'll just keep hoping someone will post wanting to play one of them or someone to play both of them Lt;333 I knooooooooooow.... -sighs and pokes the hp fan peoples-Well I'm already playing Draco, so I can't be greedy... unless I play Ron >__>;;;XD Joking I'll wait for other people to join... We'll be arriving shortly to the train stop where Hagrid will take the first years on the little boats and the rest of us will go to the school however our year does. If anyone actually knows how each year arrives at school by all means inform me since I love Harry Potter but still know very little about the small details X3 I know that anything above 1st year rides the 'horse-less' carriages... at least... I think. Quote: Originally Posted by Forever Purity I know that anything above 1st year rides the 'horse-less' carriages... at least... I think. You're right. First years get the boats and after that it's the "horseless" carriages (if you've read book five then you know what I mean). We have arrived at the train station so you all do what you need with your characters. As for people that aren't first years we'll figure out how we get to the castle since dang Harry never seemed to use anything but the boats in the first book and the carriages in one of them XDD You all may continue on with this RP while I am away. I leave Crinkled Straw in charge of where we are and such. Basically my character will just be doing nothing important right now since she is a third year there is no need for the sorting hat for her :# I'll be back Wed from my trip to Florida Lt;333 Sorry I disappeared for so long. Between my life and modding I hadn't gotten to do anything in the role-play. Sorry.Also, those who aren't first years get up to the school by carriages. Wasn't mentioned in the first though or second, but that's how they get up there. *nods* *pokes the role players*Is there a point to keep this alive still? I'm all for keeping it up :) I was just wondering if anyone else felt that way. My character is sitting there asleep just waiting to get there. She was talking to someone, but I have not seen that person in a while (maybe finals or vacation or something). Since Memo Lara has posted I can follow her lead. :) I had posted before Lara if you hadn't noticed. :P LOL, nope didn't catch it. All I saw was hers :oops: I only left it a while to post because I hate post-hogs and if there's a lot of people involved I think it's only polite not to post ahead and let them get a chance (which is why I tend to leave at least 3 to 5 posts between each of mine and do flashbacks). Still it would be nice if we had more Ropers because I don't want to hog all the other Slytherin's XDP. S. Would it make sense if I played Grable and Boyle though because a) they're minor characters and b) they're Draco's cronies and I already play him... Hmmm... we really need a few more people, don't we? I'll see if I can hunt some down! Care you are spelling Crabbe's name wrong. Just to point out. I think it'd make sense... May I ask if it would be too late to turn in my bio right now? [I haven't Red in years. X__x;;] Not too late at all. We need new players. Though the owner hasn't been online yet at all, but I'm sure she'd have no problems with it. -la poke of the thread- ^_^ Can we do the Grand Hall thing yet with the Sorting Hat? Or should we wait for new role players? Also, I'm really sorry for actually playing Hagrid (I mean making him speak) but I sometimes get a little carried away :oops:Gosh we really need a Harry, Ron and Hermione don't we! I'm already my OC (Mina), Draco, Rabble and Boyle so maybe one of you guys would like to play a couple of the other characters? (I say a couple of them because you guys are all such great role players I think it's only fair that those with OC's get a couple of book characters too - I'd totally love it if someone picked Colin Creeley). P.S. I wonder if the role-play's owner would mind if we did that? Oh, and feel free to tell me off if it's a bad idea since I already own a bunch of role-plays else where :oops: (if you're interested in where then PM me, and I'll send ya the link, but I'll say now that they're on Gaia). Care - First thing's first again I'll mention that you're spelling Crabbe's name wrong it's not Rabble but Crabbe. PI'd play Harry, but it would sorta put conflict on the fact that I'm playing Severus Snape... I'm bad at arguing with oneself. I can try to do so until someone is willing to play him though. Him and Hermione. I don't like Ron, so I won't try to get into his head I'd just end his friendship with Harry . Before it truly began... >.> Quote: Originally Posted by Kale Dragon heart Care - First thing's first again I'll mention that you're spelling Crabbe's name wrong it's not Rabble but Crabbe. :P I suck :lol:(I always think it's Grable because the other boy is Boyle! I'll try to spell Scrabble's name correctly in future!) Colin is the kid with the camera, correct? I might be able to pull him off, but I will have to do some research on him first. I don't think I can do Hermione or Harry. Maybe Ron but we shall see. Care stop adding the L and you shall be fine. I'm still willing to do Harry and/or Hermione until someone else wishes so... would that be alright for you all?Oh, I think Colin is a year younger than Harry so. He wouldn't be introduced until Harry's second year. I would love to join ;Dist it to late? Anyway:Name: Donna Starlight. Age: 17House: Slytherin Year: Seventh Year Wand: 11 inches, Veela Hair Core, rosewoodSpecial Abilities: Sarcasm. Pet: A little black cat with yellow eyes. Appearance: She has shoulderlenght blonde hair that is usually hold back by a black hairband. She has dark Braun eyes that appear to be black. She is rather tall and normal weighted. Usually she wears big silver boomerangs and a silver neckless with a silver star. Bio/Personality: Donna comes from a pureblood family with the same ideals as most purebloods. Her family is rather rich and well known amongst the wizard worlds. Even when she doesn't support Voldemort she often says she does. She tries to keep people at a distance with her sarcasm and crude humor. Her idol is Shape because she adores potion making and will one day also be a teacher. She also is convicted that sports like quidditch is for sweaty idiots.*Is that okay?* Anyone can join any time they like. I quite like your profile, but I'll let Kale say if you're accepted because she's the one in charge atm :oops:And yes it's true Colin doesn't feature until the second book since he's in the year below Harry (it's just his obsession with photography and the school paper is a good plot device if a certain Slytherin were to have a bit of an intimate moment with a certain Gryffindor :lol:) Thank you. I try to keep my characters from Mary-sue-is XD And I am a true Slytherin at heart FDDI can't with. I haven't had a good role-play for years ;D If I'm right we're still waiting for one other person to post in the sorting ceremony right?(I would have mentioned Mirth in my post, but I wasn't sure where she'd be in the line!). Okay sorry guys, have been away for the passed couple of days >. Denna, you are welcome to join anytime you like... we need a LOT more people and characters. Awsome. It has been a while since I roll played, so I might be rusty TDI also a have a friend who loves to roll play. Maybe I can pressure him to join Kenosha ;D Please do. No need to worry about being rusty, even I am a bit rusty. The posts I've been making is nothing compared to what I used to manage to do. As an announcement to you all... I'll play Harry until someone wants to take over for me. This way Harry is being played by someone. I may pick up Hermione as well, but I can never start out any good posts of hers. Hers just might slide in with Harry's after a bit. Really? I think your posts are rather nice ;The only writing I do currently are stories. I haven't found a decent roll play in ages on Gaia XD The only writing I do currently is stories mostly. Haven't found a decent role-play on here until this one. The couple I never started really hit off or kept my own interest... >.> Name: Delainee Connelly Age: 13 House: Gryffindor Year: 3rd Year Wand: Skinny and Long Oak wand, cut off of an Oak bow used by former Father. Special Abilities: Delainee has extraordinary strategic ability, she can is very agile. She is a dancer, and is super flexible camp; can shape-shift. Her athletic abilities DO NOT interfere with how smart she is, because she is indeed, very smart and can get through almost anything. People come to her for help. Pet: None, but can shape-shift into any animal besides wolf. Appearance: Tan-skinned girl with shoulder-length black hair. When not in Hogwarts uniform, usually wearing punk rocker clothes. Bio/Personality: She is really determined. Nothing can really get in her way. She can find things easily, too. And, she doesn't do too bad with guys. ’D Hi all :) I'll get something posted in a bit. It looks like there are two HP role-plays now. Hopefully people don't get confused :)Right now I'm a little stuck as far as what I want to do with my character. At this point she will be accepted to Hufflepuff but after that not sure where to go with her. Quote: Originally Posted by Jurupa Hi all :) I'll get something posted in a bit. It looks like there are two HP role-plays now. Hopefully people don't get confused :) Right now I'm a little stuck as far as what I want to do with my character. At this point she will be accepted to Hufflepuff but after that not sure where to go with her. Ours is better :P (lol). Hamm... maybe they could get to know Cedric? Because that's a good plot element for later in the story, don't ya think? (Sorry I'm a big fan of my characters having lots drama/angst in their lives! I treat them so badly! :oops:) Is anyone going to continue to be active at all? *dies* I'm having a bit of writer's block when it comes to this one. I don't know what to do with Cheyenne. I do like the idea of her becoming friends with Cedric, and she needs some angst and drama. So far she's simply been floating alone in a boat or riding alone in a compartment. She's pretty much a loner so far :(I'm just waiting for the others to post because it wouldn't be fair to be a post-hog lol I already posted. Sgt;.Sgt; Okay I've given in and posted :lol: (I couldn't resist making another post so soon after my last!) Would you happen to be needing a Professor Minerva M. McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress, Transfiguration Mistress, and Head of Gryffindor House? If so, I would be delighted to fill the roll. She is my favorite Harry Potter Character. You could try to breathe life in to this RP or start a new one. I will not be reviving my character for this one. I don't know how Kale feels. Your best would probably be to start fresh since this one has been dead for almost three months now. Oh, ok. Thanks though. I think I will try to revive Hogwarts in a new RPG. Have a good day Awash, I love Harry Potter role-plays.though, I don't know if I want to join. :ninja: Well, as I said, this one has been dead for a while. I know that there are a couple of people playing out a private one. Strangely enough, a new one has never been recreated. But yea...

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Silent Hill_ the OOC Lounge

You know what this is--this is where all the out of character conversations hang out. :-)Have fun, play nicely, and when in doubt, please ask. This is a new system for some folks, and I've been through the learning curve on it myself. Also, please feel free at any time to bounce ideas off of each other! This is as much your game as it is mine. I'm just the guy holding all the Pain dice... Hello, everyone. I hope my character sheet isn't too intense. :-) There is no absolute that we all have to be together. We might come in small groups. Panda's idea of outpatient group therapy works, but then we would be revealing our "dark secrets" to each other, which might spoil some of the fun for learning from each other. I have a few character ideas. Depending on what the GM chooses to do (i.e. small groups, outpatient therapy, tourists, intensive therapy) etc. I will run my ideas past Panda in PM, let him decide which he likes best, and then I will start my own sheet. That said, I am so glad that this got so many other players interested. I was expecting maybe one or two, but we have...several! Good point! You could all have your own threads, if you wanted... (ponders darkly)For the record, I will be Away From Keyboard this weekend (it's me eleventh anniversary, ye ken) so we may not get fully rocking on this baby until next week. Maybe we should add another question to the list, just to keep that whole inner darkness thing front and center:What did you do? I'll get a character sheet up here in a bit. Thanks for setting this up guys and gals. Important question! Do you want to team up or have separate threads? :-) Or do a couple of people want to share a thread and let others have solo threads (with possible guest star spots)? I definitely want to share a thread with at least one other. That was what I said in my original request post. It is important to me to have someone else to talk with and share the experience with. Otherwise, my guy will just be thinking a lot and not really interacting. I like the interacting... This is true! So, one partner for Doom... At Least One for me And with three character concepts to work with, you've given plenty of room to move! They all look good, by the way... I just got my own up, I hope it works out my friends. Hey, Doom, saw your message in the character thread. Decided to respond here as I don't think IOC comments are supposed to be there? Yes, I did pick an... interesting name, but rest assured, he's entirely not the satanist. Just unfortunately named. ’D The Crowley surname is one I recycle a lot for my characters, with giving them new first names (as well as personalities, etc.). I just really like the way "Crowley" sounds. Right--no IOC in the char-gen thread, please. And no Sickness in the story threads. IOC goes in the IOC thread, please!(Major GML pet peeve of mine.) Sorry I was afraid no one would know what the hell I was talking about here. I figured as much Hanged, but you never know. Especially in an SH game, picking a name like Alexander Crowley is just asking for it... XD Lol I can understand that. Anyway, I didn't even catch that reference since I haven't played the SH game that he must have been in. Alexander Crowley wasn't in an SH game, Virgil. In the real world, there was a man born Edgar Alexander Crowley, and who eventually changed their name to Aleister Crowley. He was a very infamous satanist in Europe. Try winning him if you're curious and want to know more. And yeah, Doom, with a name like Crowley, I'm sure the dark forces of Silent Hill are going to have a field day. :-) Oooohhh, oops. Now I feel like an ass. Thanks for explaining that Hanged lol. Considering the way I wrote Mister Crowley (he-he. Can't ever resist that. Now the song is playing in my head). I'm figuring he might start off alone, and completely uncertain of where in the hell he's ended up. Maybe have him wake up in the hospital in Silent Hill? ...and a woman claiming to be his granddaughter shows up in a supplement for Over the Edge, Atlas Games' lovely little RPG of psychosurreal horror. But she's probably fibbing. Probably. Mister Crowley gets to solo, then. Very, do you mind teaming up with Doom? And we'll have to see what our other prospective player thinks up. God, I hated the hospital in any SH game I've played lol. Number 2 was the worst if you ask me when you're stuck with those hanging bed frame looking things, you end up killing them, and then you hear his wife saying his name over and over again while it all goes to Hell. Yeah, I had a few sleepless nights after that lol. As for me, considering I got stuck in the school in Shattered Memories, I think I'll have Zachery pop up there if that's all good with you guys? Or I can team up with Dr. Doom lol. Whatever works for everyone here. Where is he starting at anyway? Doom gave me three character concepts, but since he wants a partner in insanity I figure it's better to let him talk things and starting points out with his partner first. :-)You might be arriving in Silent Hill or a similar environment in much the same way as, say, Jim Sunderland or poor little Heather Morris, rather than waking up in the middle... Seriously, Panda? Sweet! Would it be alright if Crowley starts play with his revolver, or acquires it soon afterward? It's a .22 caliber revolver, six shots, but would only be loaded with five bullets (since he ate one before winding up in Silent Hill). Also, would you be just leaving us to solo post in these threads until we meet up (and, like in any good horror movie or book, split up again) or would you GM scenes for us, about where we are and what's going on? Works for me, I'm nothing if not adaptable and agreeable lol. I'd say we all start in the same thread to make it easier, and we just meet up in the middle somewhere. That's just me though so that we don't lose anybody. Good point, Virgil. IIRC we get one thread per player (including myself) plus one, so...there's only so much I can juggle about. I can probably even keep it all in one thread if you don't mind cutting back and forth a bit. As for style... I'm willing to give you a bit of creative input, especially since some of you might know the setting better than I do...and definitely if you're willing to complicate your own life. But I will also be presenting scenes and situations for you. :-) And you canalwayspropose something for a fellow PC, if you like. My favorite quote about Silent Hill hospitals comes from a fanfic called Grace and Silver. Someone has a travel guide to Silent Hill, and the first entry under Hospitals reads something like 'do not under any circumstances enter any hospital or medical center in Silent Hill'. Heh, heh. Tell me about. Hospital levels are always the creepiest in SH, it seems. I find it even creepier still because a hospital is supposed to be a safe place, a place you go when you're injured to get better... not to go there, hail and hearty, and get the ever living crap beaten out of you. Lol aye, we're in agreement on that one Hanged. And it's not just the physical health I worry about when going to one of those SH hospitals, but the mental as well since they are the worst in that area as well. Got my character up. Is she okay? So far, so good. :-) Would you prefer to be solo, or would you like to join one of the others in their tour of the basement? It does not matter. Where ever you think she fits in best. Character submitted! And now I have my homework cut out for me, as I do my best to work this motley crew into some semblance of order. The opening post will probably be quite long as I try to work folks into place. Please bear with me. :-) Looking forward to it. ’D And right now, I'm taking Virgil's suggestion of one big thread, which has the disadvantage of making folks read everyone else's handiwork while they wait for their own updates...but the advantage of letting you enjoy the schadenfreude of other's pain, misery, and error. Heh he he. No worries my friend, I'm all ears for when the link is delivered to us mortals lol. Also, Remain, welcome to the crazy train my friend lol. Which reminds me. I should go put on the Costs to SH2, 3, and 4 while I plot... Quote from: Mad Panda on 24-09-2010, 05:12:29And right now, I'm taking Virgil's suggestion of one big thread, which has the disadvantage of making folks read everyone else's handiwork while they wait for their own updates...but the advantage of letting you enjoy the schadenfreude of other's pain, misery, and error. Heh he he. I wouldn't have it any other way. ;) Quote from: Vergil1989 on 24-09-2010, 05:13:38No worries my friend, I'm all ears for when the link is delivered to us mortals lol. Also, Remain, welcome to the crazy train my friend lol. If Scott doesn't go stark raving mad by the end of this adventure I shall be severely disappointed. :) May I suggest, Panda: Remain (Scott) & Angry (Anna) would both make perfect partners for Deacon. We could make it a Ménage a' TWA. Players: Deacon is an escape artist. He has been in an asylum for nearly 10 months, and has made 4 escape attempts (one was successful, but he was recaptured). He claims to have been giving a show in SH when his stage partner was hung while she performed a routine escape. Of Course SH is abandoned, but he even tried to get there during his one successful escape. His therapist thinks he might be able to reach Deacon there, so he is taking him (and your characters w/ some connection to SH) there on a field trip. Deacon is sort of a combination of Hannibal Lecter (minus the cannibalism) and Sarah Conner from T2 (Awesome escape scene!) with a little MacGyver thrown in. He will be a good guy to have around, especially in a place like SH. Vergil (Zachery) would work well with Stylus, who also has a medical background. Sylus is a very broken man inside. He is a Fire Marshal, former firefighter & EMT. He has a very dark secret that is making him suicidal. Furthermore, he is packed for a hike along the appellation trail, so he will have more in the way of supplies than most when entering SH, though I have a feeling they won't last very long. Furthermore, he is on a bus headed to NY to pick up the upper part of the trail and hike south, when the bus breaks down or has an accident near Silent Hill West Virginia. You could be on the bus with him, headed to John's Hopkins or Bethesda Naval base? I really want this to be a game where I have one or two people to interact with (who ain't ghosts of SH) so these are my ideas. I think Panda said I should talk them over with you guys and see who would like to start with me. If I am honest, I prefer Deacon, but Stylus has a really fun backstory which ties in very well with SH, so I wouldn't mind playing him. Thoughts? Suggestions? Comments? Cranky Phone Calls?*ring ring**picks up receiver* Hello*Little girl's voice* Your not suppose to be here *static**Shaky man's voice* hello...HELLO? Call me MP, please :-) There are four or five other Panda handles hereabouts. So long as the other players agree, it's all good. I like the proposed threesome (*cough*). Now if only I can find the notes I made when Schnooks and I were collaborating... I have an initial post in mind that will NOT match what you guys are doing, but it's a fun little story that ties into my own interpretation of our favorite little New England resort town (I have seen people place SH everywhere from Oregon and Washington state near the Idaho border to West Virginia and Maine. Ironically, there is a Toluca Lake...in California, and the PI's license plates in SH3 are California ones. I do not believe the game designers knew this when they named that lake). MP I am looking to play either or, not both. Just FYI. I never play more than one Carry in a game, it's too confusing. Yes, I gathered that...and you need only stick with one. Probably Deacon, if Remain and Angry like the 'therapy group' idea. Sure, works for me. The fun of Silent Hill is when flawed characters are forced to interact with and depend on each other." Aren't you... Maria?" And Angry seems pretty easy going, so Deacon and friends get a day trip... (makes notes) Well I will try to have the specs up this afternoon, but if not then by Monday for sure. Thanks! Zachery and Stylus seem like a good twosome to me, sure I'll go with that. Going to work at a Naval Base only to never show up seems like a good way to go to me lol. Sorry I haven't been on sooner, been feeling like crap all day again. There we go, then! A pair and three of a kind. Right now, here's what I have in mind. Please let me know if I'm off base:Zach and Alex start separately, but come together soonish. Scott, Anna, and Deacon start together, courtesy of their therapist and a day trip to a lovely little resort town to help them regain a little balance. This won't be 'canon' Silent Hill unless I can find a decent copy of a map for Old Silent Hill for reference. Things might move. Names might change. Would this be of any help? (Launch nightmares. (Quote from: Vergil1989 on 24-09-2010, 22:19:41Would this be of any help? (Thank you! I'm good like that lol. My reply is up. Don't worry, occasionally Deacon will sing Smooth Criminal too... XD I now have that song playing in my head. People are strange~... Thanks a lot. XD Your welcome! Just wait until I start singing the other one. ’D It's a good song. ;)My reply is up, as well, but I'll wait and see whether MP allows doom's action before responding to it. I thought of going with Riders on the Storm - there's a killer on the road... but it was bit to morbid. I wanted to emphasize his wort of whimsicality about his whole situation. Am now back from my AFK weekend. Responses will follow as time and inspiration permit (but please be aware that I have a LOT of catching up to do). Been sick and still am, so unsure how often I'll be able to get a post up. Sorry for any delays this causes guys and gals. Still waiting on one player to post... :-\ I would suggest moving on soon so we don't loose momentum. I think we may need to move on as well before this dies off. Fair enough, but the last thing I want is to leave someone rolling in the dust 'cause they can't post several times a day. I'll move forward tonight. I've PM'd her. Hopefully she just missed her cue. If she doesn't respond by tomorrow, we'll move forward. Just to clarify: MP, are you allowing doom's post? I have no problem with it, he just did a lot there, and I want to make sure that you allow it before I react. Well, here's my other problem: I don't usually do wall-of-text posts. Guess what I'm facing? A LOT of long, complex posts. For those of you who are running solo, this is less of a problem...but for those of you with writing partners, you might be in trouble. I'dpreferyou all to keep your posts short, maximum of one action that might require resolution...not only to reduce the chances that Mister GM will miss something (I have a three-year-old running amok) but also to keep from stepping on each other's toes in case of dialogue and interaction.(For that matter, I'm not too fond of double-posts, either...if you need to build on an earlier post, use the Modify button in the upper right corner.) If you have no objections to anything doom has written, I'm not sure why you're asking me to approve it before you roll on. Okey-dokey. Moving on, then. ’D My real concern is whether we've already lost someone. :-(did you want me to hold off responding for now? Yes, please. Let's give our last player a chance to post. If she weren't in a group scene, I'd say 'go ahead'...but we need to give her a chance to catch up. I'm going to go ahead and update our two solos now. If our last player hasn't updated by tonight, I'll advance the group scene as well. She said she talked to somebody about having a busy week coming up, so this is as good a time as any to post the obligatory reminder--if you're going to be busy or unable to post, and you know it beforehand, PLEASE tell me about it so that I can let everyone know! Or, if you don't want to PM me, post it in IOC. (And if someone PMs you and tells you they'll be delayed, but doesn't announce it in IOC, you probably want to pass word along promptly to prevent these little delays.) If you're in a scene with someone who's busy or away, please cut them some slack. :-) I am inclined to be patient and lenient so long as I know that I need to be so. But my patience is not infinite, and I can be touchy about communication issues. Okay, moving forward soonish. Thanks for your patience. Group scene may be down to two for now. And my last in-game post is now fully updated. Doom, you and Remain are the only two patients in the van. Are you sure you want to start this little excursion totally out of your head? The default for DRY His relative lucidity. Deacon is 100% sane. That said, he is singing to make others mad (i.e. gage reactions) and is restrained because he tried to escape 4 times and succeeded once. Make sense? If not then it probably will as the game progresses. Deacon uses tactics to size other people up a LOT... At least I have one friend... If you say so. He came across (to GML eyes) as utterly off his chump and around the proverbial twist.(I mean, you wouldn't take a patient who had to be in a straitjacket on a day trip if you could avoid it...) Going to have to agree with Mad Panda here... Hey, back lol. Thanks for letting us know that you've updated the post you did MP and now that means I can get my freak on as well lol. As for Deacon, I'd have to agree with the consensus here, unfortunately. Sorry Dr. Doom, nothing personal. Oh, one other thing... Rem? He wasn't in a straitjacket. GML override. There may have been another method utilized to ensure that the escape artist didn't. I can think of four or five (all equally unethical but effective nonetheless). Heh he he. >:)We are probably coming up on a few die rolls. If you want me to handle these, I will want to know how many Exhaustion and Madness dice you're going to add to any given roll. Okay, will go and edit. Hmm, not sure since I don't completely understand how the system works. I don't like to override my players' creativity (any more than I like having mine overridden when I'm a player) but in this case a few compromises seem to be in order. It's like this, Virgil. If you want me to handle all the dice, which I will gladly do, I will occasionally ask you how many exhaustion and madness dice you want to add to your base pool of three dice. More dice usually means more successes, at the possible cost of being worn out or driven nuts...if you don't want to worry about it, just take the base roll. Speaking of which, you just ran right through a possible roll...but that's okay, since I didn't get to this bit before you posted. I'll give you the flight without officially checking off a response, since it's voluntary. Hmm, well we'll see what happens I guess, but I'll probably take my chances lol. I don't like to run, but I don't have any weapons at the moment so it seemed logical to do so at the time. However, don't get used to it lol. I'll probably be one of the first to lose it, the way I play SH in RL lol. I'm the guy that kills everything that gets between me and my goal lol. Here's what should have happened. You needed to make a roll, there, and if I'd been quicker on the uptake, you'd have known it. I'm still working out how to announce this (italics in the bottom of my posts, perhaps?). Basic roll is always three Discipline dice (until you start losing Discipline). You may add one exhaustion die (or one additional exhaustion if you've already ponied up) and up to six madness dice per roll. Any dice that come up 1-3 count as successes. The strength of a pool is the highest die showing...and the consequences of a roll depend on which pool has the highest strength. Yes, it's possible to succeed wildly while still not being able to control the consequences. Happens quite often in my experience. So you almost always have at least three dice. By comparison, I roll Pain Dice...the number of which depends on what you face. Pyramid Head is probably worth at least ten dice. Mmm, the way I understand it from the few pages of the DRY manual that I was able to read (was that you can dip into the Madness or Exhaustion pool in order to accomplish more difficult tasks, correct? What I don't understand, however, was what was meant by "major use of an exhaustion talent"? Quoted'm the guy that kills everything that gets between me and my goal lol. If and when Pyramid Head shows up, I do NOT advise this as an option. It's on page 31." When using an exhaustion talent for major gain, the character increases the degree of success by the number of exhaustion dice he has, in addition to rolling those dice. Major uses of the talent require that the player voluntarily increase his character's exhaustion by one as part of the roll." Basically, a major use is "I want to use my Exhaustion talent to get this sort of bonus on this roll". It isn't explained too well, alas. Took me a while to get it, too. Kay made some edits. New post is a little more "toned down." Hope its agreeable. Yeah, about that lol. I played SH 2, so I know they can't be killed until the very end just about, so there are of course exceptions lol. Also, MP, do I need to go back and edit or is it ok as it is since you didn't get a thing up in time my friend? I don't have access to the book, so I have no clue what you two are looking at. Is there a free download of it somewhere I don't know about? Let me see what I can do for you, Virgil. In other news...guys, please give me time to respond! I'd like to keep one GM post for one player post apiece. If you loop me (which Doom just did) then you might find things suddenly changing under your feet. Doom's post can stand for the moment because he didn't do much, but let's not rush the shots, please. Sorry, sorry, I was following your GM advice and toning down...sorry. I keep getting in trouble here. :'(Doom, I will say your last post will go a long way toward rebuilding Scott's trust. However, I'll wait for MP to respond for the shrink before I post again. No, we're just still working out the bugs. Here's the problem. If I had a response planned for Remain that precluded your presence because he does what he's posted while you were still elsewhere, you just jumped in front (two posts between updates to his one). Keep in mind that I have to keep everybody moving, here, not just you two...which is why we hadn't moved ahead a couple of days ago. Actually, all things considered, please yank that post...but keep it saved. I'll post a response, and if you still think it fits, repost it after I've caught everybody up. You might want to edit. This is part of the reason I don't like Wall Of Text posts with multiple actions, by the by. Its down. Ok so I am putting it here so I don't lose it:He heard this horrible noise... When the other fellow didn't join him, Deacon wandered back up near the van. This is burning daylight. Why can't this guy get with the program? Then he gave Deaconthatlook. The one he kept getting from friends and family who would show up at Happy View, the one that said "Please don't snap while I'm around." Jeez freaking Louise, why did everyone think he was deranged. He sighed and walked back over to his van mate."It's a trap, you know." He said this calmly, hoping to get the other guys' attention. He had the tire iron up on his shoulder, very non threateningly. "Insanity, it's a trap. When they say so-and-so is insane, what the first thing so-and-so does? He says he most certainly is sane. In fact, he shouts it as loudly as he can for anyone to hear. You know what happens next? Those quacks who call themselves 'psychiatrists' shake their heads sadly and say 'well of course he would say that, everyone who is insane claims to be sane." He flips the tire iron over in his hand so that the long part is sticking out, handing it to the other fellow. "If I were really crazy, would I give you this? If I were really as nuts as they say I am, wouldn't I be content to stare out a window and drool on myself? Here take it. You'll either trust me because I've given it to you or you'll have on you, you know, as an insurance policy, in case Kidnap." He smiles, a nice decent guy smile. "OK so I admit to being an asshole. I admit to being self-centered, and even to being an attention whore. What guy who gets up on stage in front of hundreds of people to do things like to saw a lady in half isn't. I'll tell you how that trick actually works if you want me to. So you want to find the quack, go ahead, I'll even come with you, but we have to do it fast. I want to be to Silent Hill by the time it gets dark...woods got beasties in them." He shivers visibly, and not from the cold, "Personally I don't like anything that's got more legs or hands than I do. Birds, those are real pets, I like birds..." Okay, die rolls coming up! Scott and Deacon, you may each add one Exhaustion die and up to six Madness dice to your roll if you wish. The results will probably result in an edit of my last post. Alexander, you have the same option. Zach, for now, is not directly facing down the barrel of a horror. He just has to follow one into the fog. You never did send me a link or anything to explain all the Don't Rest Your Head stuff MP lol. Bide anon. I'm going to wait for Doom before I respond (to keep a coherent order, as well as to give Deacon a chance to redeem himself =P). I can roll for you at any time in this process, since there may be something else going on (hence the pending edit). Okay, then. So far nothing really strange has happened, but Deacon's behavior is causing a bit of stress. Add one madness die. Three Discipline: 6, 4, 5One Madness: 6Which, if I read that correctly, would be no successes, Discipline dominates? Please roll for me. Will try and post later tonight. Do you want to add anything to your basic pool, Doom? Let me go roll the PAIN for you really quick, Remain... You got 6,6,5,4...no successes, Discipline dominates. I got4,3,1for two successes. So you fail to overcome the effects, but you keep it together. One edit going into effect. No I am good. I will post and edit if necessary. Back up again, Doom. I hadn't finished! Because you might have a LOT of editing to do. You got... Result: 1, 6, 4,3, 1, 6Discipline got one success, strength of 6,4. Pain got two successes, strength of 6,3. You lose, Discipline dominates. Now I finish my post...then you can go. All done! Proceed. Going to bed, if edit needed will do that in the morning. 8-) MP, I have a question. Are we going to do Madness and Exhaustion talents? Because if so, I'd like to suggest the following for my character:Scott Santiago (Software Engineer)Exhaustion Talent (mundane talent): Perception Scott is rational and logical, to the point of being able to tell if something in his environment is wrong, or notice something that could come in handy. This can manifest in a variety of useful ways, such as being able to tell which direction is north, to scrounging in a garbage bin for ammunition. Madness Talent (supernatural talent): Silent Hill Affinity Scott has an innate affinity, even empathy, for the strange creatures and monsters of Silent Hill. Without knowing why, or knowing how, he can get them to leave him alone, and even in some rare cases, control them. I believe the idea was to leave them on the back burner, while bringing them into play gradually. I have no problem with either of those. :-) Hmm. For my character... Exhaustion Talent: Excellent Meal. Having been truly blessed with culinary expertise, it should be no surprise that Alexander can turn anything into a warm, nourishing, healthy meal. He can even make roasted dog seem like filet Mignon. It even works surprisingly well on things most people find inedible, though nuts and bolts still have an annoying metallic taste to them... Madness Talent:System Overload. Put simply, this causes the person or thing targeted to respond in a highly negative way. When successful, they are instantly gripped with horrible anxiety; a feeling of overwhelming despair, and the feeling that they are soon to die. The first response is generally to flee, not that that will do much good. The body will continue to pump out too much of the hormones and chemicals, such as but not limited to adrenaline, causing the sensation to continue. Furthermore, the massive production ends up doing physical damage to the target. It is also possible that someone may suffer from cardiac arrest or other deadly problems from the 'overdose' of chemicals. This ability mimics the at times overwhelming anxiety that Alexander was prone to feeling...cranked up to 11, as the saying goes. I realize System Overload might be a bit on the powerful side of things. I'm willing to scrap it, or rework it. Yeah, it's kind of powerful. On the other hand, that's hardly a reason to say 'no'...and, of course, it probably won't work on nightmares. (Q: What scares Pyramid Head? A: Not much.) For the other players, let me explain what I'm talking about (as near as I can gather from the DON'T REST YOUR HEAD manual, anyway.) Exhaustion Talents are "mundane" talents, something the character can already do --but taken to an extreme. For example, Deacon's ability to escape from any sort of restraint might be a mundane talent. Other examples might be physical progress/athleticism; the ability to persuade or charm; the ability to shoot a gun really, really well; or the ability to fix things. Minor uses of Exhaustion talents will allow you to consider your Exhaustion dice rolls to be automatic successes. In other words, let's say that in a die roll, in addition to my three Discipline dice, I used three Exhaustion Dice for a total of six. If I made a Minor use of an Exhaustion talent, this would guarantee at least three successes (for my Exhaustion Dice) plus however many successes my Discipline dice gave me. Major uses of Exhaustion talents will allow as many successes as you have Exhaustion dice, in addition to the normal roll. Thus, if I used three Exhaustion dice and three Discipline dice in the example above, and got four successes (let's say I rolled a 6 5 3 3 2 1), I would add three successes for the Exhaustion dice for a total ofsevensuccesses. The drawback is that you are forced to add one Exhaustion dice to your current total (remember, if you get more than 6, you Crash). I'm a little bit vague on when you can use a major use and when you can use a minor use. Perhaps it's the GM's prerogative?--Madness Talents are "supernatural" talents, such as (at least, according to examples given in the Player's Guide) the ability to shrug off physical injury or the ability to teleport through walls. I'm guessing psychic abilities would fall into this category as well. The only prerequisite for Madness Talents is that you have to roll at least as many Madness dice as the GM decides as the difficulty of the task. For example, for Scott, trying to control a Bobble head Nurse would (probably) force him to roll at least 2 or 3 Madness dice, while a major monster would probably make him roll all 6. And remember, if Madness dominates, you have to cross off one of your Fight or Flight Responses; if you cross off all three, you Snap and go insane.---Do I have it about right, MP? As near as I can tell, it's up to the player when to use their Exhaustion and/or Madness talents, with possible GM veto if the talent doesn't really seem to apply. Whether it's a minor or major use depends on which sort of bonus you're trying to apply to your roll. With Madness talents, the more powerful the effect you're trying to get, the more Madness dice you have to roll. Guess what that does to the odds of Madness dominating? >:) I honestly did not plan on bothering with the madness thing yet. The exhaustion thing, though I had two ideas:1) Basically what Remain said, escape from bonds2) Hold breath - as in water escapes most escape artists can hold their breath a long time. The current World Record holder I think is David Blaine ((stage/street magician) but I could be wrong. I don't know if it would do me any good in SH, though. Question MP: Should I converse with Remain or wait on a response from you? Go ahead and chat. I'll catch up as best I can... Structure's going to be a pain to maintain, so I'll just have to be creative. Just in the way of FYI, I almost never post on weekends. I will see you guys on Monday! Alrighty Dr. Doom, see you on Monday then lol. I wasn't sure if I should post is why I haven't done so already. Unless you have a roll and an update pending, go ahead. :-)I'm sorry to be such a structure hound, but this could get VERY confusing in a hurry if I weren't. I don't have a roll this post, but I will next time probably since you pissed him off with that bell lol. Quoted'm sorry to be such a structure hound, but this could get VERY confusing in a hurry if I weren't. Not a problem, MP, I completely understand. Structure is important in a system game. :) I think I've got a temporary workaround. If it's in purple, it's Scott and Deacon. Alexander gets the brown text. Zach gets the green text. Let's hope this works. Works for me. Groovy color coding, man. Scott is rolling against how many PAIN dice, here? Pit helps if you think of dice, in this game, asconflictresolution rather thantaskresolution. That said...(looks to other players) how badly do you guys want to see him bleed? >:) >:) >:) I possess no strong feelings towards either his blood staying in him, or painting the town red... haha. :-) OH SHINING-- I say pain, lots and lots of pain myself lol. Suck him dry! Lol, sorry Hanged, feeling vindictive right now. Or he can excise all reference to the roll, since I didn't call for one. OR I can roll some Pain... Healing hands Since he's a doctor, a student sure but a doctor nonetheless, Zachery gains the power to heal or enhance healing with very little effort. (exhaustion effort.) Wound and Drain! Like a vampire, Zachery recovers from damage by dishing out pain and then absorbing his enemy's life, though if they were human it would come with a price... (Madness talent. More on the price half later.) Quote from: Mad Panda on 03-10-2010, 22:08:47Scott is rolling against how many PAIN dice, here? Pit helps if you think of dice, in this game, as conflict resolution rather than task resolution. That said...(looks to other players) how badly do you guys want to see him bleed? Sgt;:) Sgt;:) Sgt;:)GM discretion Quote from: Mad Panda on 04-10-2010, 06:01:43Or he can excise all reference to the roll, since I didn't call for one. OR I can roll some Pain... It is rarely wise to disregard a GM's not-so-subtle hints. Very well, Disregard the roll, then. He'll still try to sneak a glance at the symbol, though. Look all you like. I might even let hints slip... ;D At last, an actual fight! Zach has his three, plus maybe one exhaustion and up to six Madness, versus the relatively light pain of three dice. So. Even odds, or does someone want to risk a few consequences? IOC: I know what the Chessboard Zero. It's from JAGS Wonderland. Chessboard Zero is our world, and there are 7 below it, attempting to "reflect" it. Its very Lovecraft meets Carol and appropriate for this game as a reference. I don't think Deacon would know the reference, its very "geeky" and Deacon is more of a magic geek than a TV/RPG geek. Just thought I would bring it up as food for thought. Good to know, doom! Thanks! That's exactly right! I love the setting for JAGS-Wonderland. I just don't care for the system. Waiting for Zach to tell me if he wants to add anything to his three Discipline dice. Even odds, sorry for the delay lol. I don't want to risk madness just yet lol. And that's a big...2, 2, 5,1, 1, 6Zach lucks out, as protagonists win tied rolls...but PAIN dominates. And one coin goes into my virtual Coffer of Despair, for use at a later point. And it's GOOD! TOUCHDOWN GOOD GUYS lol. For a given value of 'good'. He he he. Yeah, I saw that, jerk lol. How dare you mark my arm?! GRRR! Now I have to find something to take care of whatever you did to me lol. Make more work for me, thanks a lot jerk. Well, PAIN dominated, and this is a horror game, so... >:) >:) >:) >:) >:) Lol it's all good MP, just don't expect me to play nice later lol. Of course not. >:) This ISA Horror game. Question though; is he bleeding and poisoned or just bleeding? If he's bleeding and poisoned then I might be in trouble, but if it's just bleeding then it won't be such an issue hopefully lol. That's a good question. At the moment, it feels like a minor skin abrasion, but those don't usually make your arm go numb. On the other hand, what fun is merely poisoning you? >:) You're going to be a pain in my ass, I can tell already lol. Anyway, I kind of figured as much, but I am unsure how to treat that kind of thing since in RL I am not a med student and all lol. What do we have for recovery items or is it just the real life version, and we use what we can? You'll have to find some. Which will not be an impossible task, I promise. And this will only be as realistic as the games, which...uhm, aren't. I mean, recovering health from drinking one of those little bottles of 5 Hour Energy? (snicker) Lol just thought I'd ask before I tried to do anything more, so alright. First Aid Kits, Ampules, and the Energy Drinks then, alrighty. Well, I'll see if I can't scrounge something up then lol. Maybe Zach can find some gauze and put that pre-med training to good use? Maybe he can use his exhaustion talent if necessary? I think I'm getting the hang of this. My last few posts have not needed any major rewriting, so that makes me happy. My last one I am kinda proud of..." The local freak farm"One of my better one-liners. :-) well so anyhow, just checking in to see how things are going on Y'all sends. Pardon my delay. Updating shortly. WWW dude no rush, really. Take your time. I don't expect you to post every day here, two times a week is plenty with a large cast like this. 8-) No worries :-) I just wanted to say that I'm really enjoying the game so far. I can't wait to see what happens next. ’D As am I. I'm curious what this little girl will turn out to be... How very critic and unhelpful of you MP. :P And what sort of game is this, again? Set where? I'm just channeling my first experience meeting Claudia in SH3, which inspired me to turn to the good friend who gave me the game and ask "can I please shoot her now?" to which he cunningly answered "just wait. She gets hers." Claudia, Claudia! She's oh so nice, and I'm glad. She gives us candy And money to spend Just be sure you don't get her mad! LOL yea I figured. Just wanted to tease a bit. Hope Hanged Man is still out there. Yeah, me too. That's the main reason for the delay, of course...was hoping he'd post. I'm sorry for tying everyone up. My posting will be more sporadic for an indefinite period of time, as I am currently dealing with a lot of RL horse pucker. OK'll try not to lose you in the mix, then. Good luck. Yay! More die rolls! Alexander, you have Pain 5 coming your way. Zach, you also have Pain 4 (Pain 3 plus one more for the second). Alex, Zach, do either one of you want to add any exhaustion or madness dice to your three discipline? I was going to use Zach's Wound and Drain for the first time either on the first or second of the two monsters, so yes I shall be using Madness myself lol. How many dice? You may add anything from one to six... Hmm, three I think will be safe. Sorry for the late reply, haven't been on much today lol. OK. 3 discipline and 3 madness. Got it. A thousand apologies, gang. Short version--bad week. Longer version--VERY bad week. As in 'personal interview with Pyramid Head would be less stressful'. My other computer had one of those major crash experiences, among other delights. I'll do my best to get this thing moving again by tomorrow. No problem, MP. Sounds like Pain dominated. :o Ditto Thanks for your patience, guys. Zach gets 1, 6, 3, 4, 1, 2,6, 5, 1, 5Discipline gets 2 successes, Strength 6. Madnessgets 2 successes, Strength 4.PAIN gets 1 success, Strength 6. And becausePAINhas more dice than Discipline, PAIN dominates. This means that although Zach is going to get out of this with relatively flying colors, he still gets hurt a bit...and a Coin of Despair goes into the bank for future use. I hope things are better for you MP. 8-) Sort of. Lost all the personal data. The tech guy goofed, and we lost the rebuild, but I have a refurbished system on the way (courtesy of e-bay) and I was able to rebuild some mission-critical stuff... Well crap, that sucks man. At least you're on the rebound though and hurray for Zachery lol. Yeah. A lot of the game files I lost can be recovered (drivethrurpg for the win!) but I lost any character write-ups, backstory, a ton of as yet unpublished fanfics... Gas! That blows chunks. Not that I've been doing any writing of late! But my tiny fan base will now have to wait a little longer... MP did you mean something like this:Electrician's Tool Kit (With a few extra bells and whistles, yes. I'm running on pure inspiration, here, since I don't actually know what your average cable tech would have in their van... extras (( (( (#)Extras VI (pretty much all I can find. Okay, thanks! Apologies for the delay, lads. I'm going to fighting off a cold I must've picked up when taking my Cub to daycare for the first time...and while the results would be very much in-genre, I'd prefer to be more focused than I am. Don't worry about it, man. You should always take care of yourself, first and foremost. Not a problem. Hope you feel better. :) Ditto Okay, finally feeling a little less crummy (still not doing well, but better than I was by a long shot). Hanged, I still have an undefined roll set up for you. Want anything more than just the three discipline dice on this one? This weekend is Thanksgiving here in the states. I doubt I will be on from Thursday until Monday. Just FYI Hopefully I'll have something up before then. Alas, mine has not been so much a nightmare inducing illness as sleep-depriving one. Anything that deprives you of sleep is by definition evil. >:(You betcha. But I got almost six hours last night, which is an improvement. Quote from: Mad Panda on 21-11-2010, 18:59:21Okay, finally feeling a little less crummy (still not doing well, but better than I was by a long shot). Hanged, I still have an undefined roll set up for you. Want anything more than just the three discipline dice on this one? Nah, I'll risk just the discipline dice. Also, as a heads-up, I will be a bit scarce for the rest of the year, but I still have every intention of playing in this game. Okay! Three discipline dice it is. Now, if I can only remember how much PAIN you were going up against... One roll forthcoming, and then I can start playing catchup. Thanks for the warning, Hung One. I was going to try and loop you in with a fellow traveler, but that might not work out so well for now. Good luck with your continuing RL rolling avalanche of horse exhaust. And for the record, here's your roll:1, 2, 1,5, 3, 1, 6, 2Discipline 3, Strength 2PAIN 3, Strength 6Protagonist wins ties, but The Pain dominates! That gives me a third coin of despair in my hot little coffer of Doom! Which will have to be used if you guys have any chance of getting Hope... Paaaaaaaiiiiiiiin, I can't sleep... Quote That gives me a third coin of despair in my hot little coffer of Doom! Which will have to be used if you guys have any chance of getting Hope... That can'possible a good thing. It's funny how it works. PAIN dominates, which is bad for player characters. This gives me coins of despair, which allow me to bend circumstances in ways that hurt...which is bad for player characters. But in turn, whenever I do so the coin of despair used to shaft you transmutes to a coin of hope, which can be used by player characters to make things suck a bit less...which is good for player characters. Yes, you have to get shafted twice to get a positive effect. This is a horror game. Pyramid Head lurks around in here somewhere. It'SA going to suck. Oh, joy. Seems Tumor was not with me on that roll. :-\ Sorry MP I am a tad confused. I thought that Scott and I were out of the woods and near a construction site of some kind. Please clarify, thanks. You are out of the woods, but they're still nearby, and you know more or less in which direction they may be found. My apologies for not being more clear. I'm still in this before anyone asks. I'm just got a sinus thing going and am not sure when I'll get another post up for all this is all. Glad to see it's getting back together though. Thanks for the update MP. I'm back on Monday. Took me longer'n it should have, alas. :-\ Apologies I haven't been around lately...and it's looking like I probably won't be able to make any posts on E for the rest of the year. Apologies, folks. Things have just been too hectic. Thanks for the heads-up, and I hope things ease up for you soonish! The holidays are a pain... But! I now have to think of a way to re-disassociate two people...he he he. "Hi, my name is BLLAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGHARRRRRRGHH!!!!! *Lurch*" "Dude, I can't take you seriously with that avatar. I mean, sad-eyed puppy?" Something like that, yes. Someone is about to get a Doppelganger. Or something. You will not resist the puppy eyes! YOU WILL NOT RESIST Stand back, or I'll unleash both myanimaand my Inner Child on you! My Inner Child will beat up your Inner Child and take his lunch money. I don't know. Chili-panda is pretty vicious when cornered...and he carries a super-soaker at all times. I've tried to explain that wet tee shirt contests aren't age appropriate, but I don't think he even knows what I'm talking about... Whoops, didn't realize it was my turn. No worries! Given the time of year I expect outages, delays, and distractions. I have plenty of my own, after all... Including one who just turned four and is gleefully redistributing her presents around what was once our living room but is now her playpen. I have returned and hope everyone had marvelous holidays! Hooray! Welcome back! Welcome back. Hope you did, too. =) Welcome back. Waiting for this (bleep)ING cold to go away so's my creativity will return without squishing all my players like so many boll weevils. Damn, do I have to re-roll a new character already? _; Not yet, no. :-) It's only a cold, not psychosis. :o Get plenty of sleep and eat good. Sleeping is when your body does it best healing, but in order to do that, you need vitamins, minerals, calories, etc. Also, stay hydrated at all times; drink plenty of water. ’D Hope this helps, Panda. Okay, feeling better (at long last). Now, where the hell were we...? Theoretically we now have two pairs wandering about the place. I'm likely to fast-forward our pair of patients, just a bit, to get them somewhere more interesting than that initial intersection. Fine by me. Thanks for your incredible patience, folks--I apologize for taking so long to get my fuzzy head back around the lemon-scented gold brick of this game. Hee, Douglas Adams reference. And I'm still here. :-) Here. Ditto Okay, the restart is off to a roaring crawl... :-) I'll update my last post for Hanged Man, but he's now short a partner, so I'll have to think of something devilishly appropriate to inflict on him. Ah, it's my turn. Will have something up today. Haha, looking forward to it, Panda. Alternately, if anyone would like to return the favor, I'm rereading the rules for Don't Rest Your Head and would be willing to play the hapless victim of the Dreaming City...or even JAGS Wonderland (don't like the system much, but the weirdness is so very delicious!). I've pinged Virgil, but thus far he hasn't responded...either way. :-\ If he comes back, he gets to team up with Hanged Man as originally planned. If I don't hear from him soon, he'll get written out, and we'll proceed without him. Ut-oh "written out" in a horror game sounds...bad. >:) I predict that it'll be messy... Considering the nature of the game...yeah, it won't be pleasant. Hanged Man has had to drop due to RL issues, and Virgil has not responded to my last few PMs...so we'll go with who we have left. Thank you both for your patience. HRM...any chance we could get any new players? We could keep going with just myself and doom, but that would seem rather small. With the way my luck's been going of late? I think I'll stick with just the two of you. Updates will be faster 'cause I won't be waiting... :P I don't mind just us two. I will keep up as much as possible. 8-) Year! Scott is between me and the bad guy thing! YEAR! >:(Don't hate the play-a... Let's see, now. This is a case of Helping...so one of you gets to roll Discipline dice for this conflict, which will add successes to the other's roll...but will not count for determining the Strength of the roll. That's the good news. The bad news is that you will both suffer the consequences (and share the benefits) of the outcome. So it's Discipline, plus Exhaustion, plus any Madness dice...plus your helper's Discipline successes...versus the Pain rating of this wonderful entity hulking back there in the kitchen, which is six. Your call Rem Gas! It's been so long, I've forgotten how this works! Yeah, I know. My fault, mostly. Let's review! You start with 3 Discipline dice. You may add Exhaustion dice...and if you have a current Exhaustion level, you MUST add that number of dice. You may add up to six Madness dice by invoking your Madness talent. Dice that come up 1-3 are successes. The strength of a pool (Discipline, Exhaustion, Madness, or Pain) is the highest die showing. If you have more successes than the PAIN pool, you succeed...but the highest Strength dominates, with varying consequences. Mmm, okay, I had to go and re-read the DRY sourcebook, and I think I have an idea now. Since I don't think either Scott's Exhaustion talent of Perception, or his Madness talent of Silent Hill Affinity would apply here, I'm going to go ahead and use the 1 Exhaustion die (since he currently doesn't have any) and 2 Madness dice (he's hungry, irritable, and stressed out by this point). Deacon gets to roll an additional Di spline die as well, right? So that brings the total to 7 for the good guys vs. 6 for the monster. Sound good? Perfect. ’D You may roll when ready...and then we can resolve the scene. Rolling:Discipline: 6, 4, 5Exhaustion:3 Madness: 1, 6Whuh-oh. Oh, dear. Deacon, you may roll when ready. The Pain, she is comin' right up. Update:I have good news and not so good news.PAIN5, 4, 3, 3, 1, 2 is four successes, strength 5. So something other than Pain is going to dominate. And if all three of Deacon's dice come up under three... Could you mind making the rolls for me? It seems to work better when you do it. ’D I was about to say something along the lines of "If you knew my luck with dice, you wouldn't ask me to do that" and then I rolled this... Result: 1, 1, 3PCs get five successes, Discipline dominates. Feel free to narrate pounding the ever-loving white out of this thing! Wow, it's a miracle! Yeah, you lads got lucky. Also, just so I'm clear, what would have been the difference between us succeeding (more successes than the monster) but Pain dominates, vs. us failing (monster gets more successes)? Pain dominating means that no matter which way the cookie crumbles, you get hurt...but you might still have succeeded. If Pain won, then you would not only end up trashed, but I'd get another Coin of Despair to throw at you, plus you'd fail to find whatever I put in the Burger Boy. >:) hope no one's waiting on me... -_-O oops, nope. Sorry. Thought I'd remembered to respond, and hadn't. Sumimasen! Feel free to keep narrating, if you've got more. Beat the sucker down. Is it okay if Scott finds a knife underneath one of the tables? Go ahead! ’D Don't wait on me Rem, it's all you. TDI am here, just busy. Rem, please take the lead. Whoops! Sorry. Completely forgot. Oops! Thought I'd replied, hadn't... :-[For the record, here's the song the girl is humming: (Is there something I can roll to try and figure out where to find weapons? Nope. You'll find something when you get to the theater. (There are no search rolls in Silent Hill.) Well, can that be my special ability? I never choose one. You'll have to quantify it...and decide whether it's your Madness Talent or your Exhaustion Talent. I don't know the difference. If I remember right, Madness was like superpowers where exhaustion was more like special abilities anyone can have. If that's how it works, I'd like the latter. It could be something as simple as he Cannes the environment and in a nearly subconscious way puts things together and "sees" how he can create viable weapons. Is this ok? Yes, that's right: Madness powers can be a bit whacky, but Exhaustion talents are things that anyone can do...just boosted. If you want scavenging to be it, then there you go. Update your character... Cool. What do I roll? Better yet, you do the rolling. And there's the rub. I have to think of the PAIN rating that will apply. (DRY does not have, and does not use, the 'skill' rolls we're all used to. It's more one roll, one conflict resolved for good or ill...) Since I have no idea what your talking about, I'll ask you to give me a suggestion. What would you do? Let me try this again. The system in DRY does not cover 'skill' challenges of the sort usually used in games. One roll resolves the entire fight, argument, crisis...what have you. Your Exhaustion Talent comes into play when you are facing a challenge to which it might apply...but not otherwise (unless, and this is a big unless, I'm misunderstanding something again). You're asking me for a skill roll. Ok so I would have to wait to scavenge, is that what you're saying? Well, going from the source material, you will almostalwaysfind something useful when you need it...since it would be a pointless exercise in sadism for me to throw you into the soup without any means of defense. I'm saying not to worry, as a player, about whether your character will be able to arm himself. The character can worry all he wants.(The manner in which DRY handles things is something I still occasionally mistake, but I've been racking up some experience as a player in another game, which is how I found out I was Doing It Wrong...) Deepest apologies for the hiatus! Thought I'd responded, forgot that I hadn't, forgot that I forgot, and then got Very Freakin' Busy IRL. I'm still here. :) Away! Me 2. Just posted. Deacon, give me a roll--versus a Pain of 8. (evil laugh)Base 3 for your Discipline, plus any Exhaustion and Madness dice you think need to go into it. This is likely going to HURT, but I have to use those Coins of Despair sometime. >:) Oh noes! Scott has a mere Pain of 5 to overcome... Umm mm... I will add 2? Dice to the roll, but I am not sure what to roll. Can you make the actual roll for me? Scott is coming a little unhinged at this point. In addition to the Discipline, he's going to add 1 for his Exhaustion and 3 for his Madness. Rolling... Actually, would it be possible to use his Madness talent of Silent Hill Affinity on the mannikins? Is that one Exhaustion and one Madness, there, Deacon? DI would permit use of Affinity against the mad meat puppets of barbed wire embrasure. What've you got in mind? Ummmm sure? Well, I was thinking he'd have them turn on each other instead of attacking him and Deacon. A sort of barbed-wire-mannikin-death-orgy. OOO, clever! I'm going to call that a four die use. Bide anon, lads, whilst I catch up. Right. Discipline: 3, 6, 1Exhaustion:1Madness: 3, 3, 5, 1Whew! Looks like Scott lucked out there. He gets to hold on to his sanity for now. Results, finally! Sorry 'bout that. I forgot how to do this and had to find my PDF copy. It sucks to be Deacon. Deacon gets 6,5,1,6,4PAIN6,5,5,5,4,3,1You lose (one success versus two), PAIN dominates (Strength 6,5,5 to 6,5,1 and 6). That's another coin of despair as he relives the nightmare of the woman's death from her perspective, rammed into his memory and mind with all the grace of a deep-tissue massage from a silver back lowland gorilla. Scott has 6,3,1,1,5,3,3,1 for 6 successes. PAIN got6,5,4,3,2...and dominates, but just barely. He wins with a healthy margin of 4 successes, but PAIN dominates, so it's going to hurt. Feel free to narrate how the hell that happens--I envision the Doom Puppets shattering into a zillion razor-sharp splinters, but that's just me. HRM. Are the mannikins carrying knives, or anything like that? Given the nature of Silent Hill, one could be forgiven for assuming that they have knives or something very like them as integral body parts. >:) >:)

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[IC] Breath of Fire_ Dragon Wars

Syncytia, Last Stronghold of the Brood Harsh western winds blow in from the desert, whipping sand and rock up against the stone buildings. None are very high, most one story with an open roof, but each stands long and squat, sturdier than the craft of man. Metal doors swing on hinges, lovingly oiled, but worn by the conditions of the environment. In the early sunlight, each is awash with pale gold and dotted with amber. Torches line the streets, the main vendor area awash in the firelight even when unattended. Stalls have yet to be opened, boards covering some, but most simply unattended. A fountain in the middle of the square is dry, but the puddles of moisture leave evidence that it ran not long ago, and will likely run again. High above the sleeping town, on the Overlook of Mt. Levitt, a lone figure holds vigil. Pressed low to the rock, his brown-and-maize hide blends with the stone beneath him. His wings are tucked, and the only evidence of his waking is in the bright blue eyes that watch over his home. All is well.mcgrowly725Late morning light filters in through the open doorway of the small, two-roomed house, illuminating the sand-covered interior where V’car finds himself with unexpected company. He’d been awakened to a knock on the door frame, his mother having apparently left the door open as sign that they were awake when she had left to hunt. And discounting the fact that her son was not, actually, awake. Having made his way from bed into their more open living space, he was greeted by a somewhat familiar, if surprising, guest. At first, V’car didn’t recognize the tanned, bulky lad who stood before him with dark purple hair and almost pure black eyes, but that was only because he hadn’t seen the drake in this form before. It clicked quickly that this was Real, the owner of Syncytia’s lone armory. He looked up at V’car’s arrival, mouth contorted into some strange sort of grimace.“V’car,” he greeted, the name sounding strange on his tongue. His mouth moved with effort. “A lounge of lizards has gotten into the market to hide from the storm. As they are our ‘cousins’,” he emphasizes the word carefully, “I would like them removed humanely. Will you come?” Demented DragonVidar’s first hint of trouble was when he felt his hairs on his arms and on the back of his neck stand straight up, followed quickly by a large flow of air towards the lower floor of their house and a loud crack! When he made it downstairs to the bakery, there was shattered porcelain from some of the plates dotting the floor, and Izzy was standing on all fours, the spines along her scaled neck raised in aggravation. Her head turned to eye him slowly, slit pupils narrowing and then flaring as she calmed down. She opened her mouth, baring a set of fangs, and indicated behind the counter.“Lizard. It startled me.” He can understand of her speech, though it’s harder when he’s in this form. The front door of their bakery opens and Vicar looks up to see Andromeda rush inside, eyes narrowed and hand held out as if to cast a spell. She relaxes when there’s no apparent danger, breathing out and reaching up to rub a hand through her pulled-back light hair. “I thought your oven blew up again,” she laughs. “What is it?” Spoiler: Lizard Hide Behind the counter, there’s a creature about three feet tall with purple hide and a yellowish belly, a wide eye, and a large, rocky horn on its head. It lunges out if they look at it, but seems more scared than aggressive. LadyMarinetteLate morning in the market is one of the busiest times of a weekday, and one of their most profitable times. Of course, Nasser had decided to disappear off to who-knows-where because of this. The square is filled with other Brood, either milling about or working or running errands. Children play in and around the fountain, splashing each other and getting a bit of water on Detainee in the process. Turning to look towards the splashes, she manages to catch a glimpse of her little brother…nicking something from a market stall. Slipping whatever it was into his pocket, he then darts back into the crowd. A few moments later, he reappears by her side, all grins. “Did you find a good place to set up yet?” He asks immediately, obviously trying to talk enough that she can’t get a word in. “I think I see a clearing over there, let’s go and check it out! Maybe we can make enough to get some meat pies.” He immediately begins to head to a corner of the square that has some room, pulling out his flute as he does so. CyberHot sands shift beneath his feet, the heat rising through Brand’s worn leather shoes. Syncytia, with its buildings that are beginning to erode and crumble and its busy, but quiet life, stand before him. How long has it been since he’s entered the city? Eventually, the whipping sands push him to walk further, entering the main street. The buildings are familiar, but they always have a foreign feel to them. Who that he knew would be gone now? Who would still be there? It’s impossible to know. Following the grainy road, he eventually finds himself in the main market square. There’s a crowd gathered around the central fountain, like always, and what seems like more of a commotion than normal. People are rushing about, darting in and out of stores, and there’s a general ruckus. Up ahead, he can see the Boyle and Burn – the bakery his friends run. And he catches a glimpse of a young whelp darting inside, looking alarmed. NantafiriaVatruonsai had been browsing the armory when the lizards had appeared, their skin crackling with lightning and their eyes wild with fear. Real had told him that there was a new selection of tools that he could use with his forge, but he’d barely gotten the chance to look before the drake had ushered him out of the store, promising to be back soon with someone to remove their little…cousins. Standing out in the square now, Vatruonsai finds himself roughly pushed to the side as a smaller whelp rushes by, glancing back over his shoulder. “Sorry!” he shouts, and Vatruonsai recognizes him as Nasser, a more recent resident of Syncytia. The boy goes running off into the crowd towards the fountain, disappearing from sight. A woman rushes after him, her murky green hair tied up in a loose bun at her neck as she stops next to him, panting.“That whelp just nicked one of my knives,” she shakes her head, frowning. “I wish his sister would keep a better eye on him.” Vatruonsai recognizes her as Terra, the dragon who runs an artifact booth. “Keep an eye out for him, will you? I have a stall to watch.” With a shake of the head, she turns around to head back to her shop. It’s not hard to see that nearby, there’s plenty of areas Nasser and his sister might set up to perform. Vatruonsai isn't quite pleased. Lizards and petty thieves alike weren't actual threats to Syncytia, but they do distract him from doing more important work." To see a child go bad. Ah. His sister?" The young man inquires, tilting his head. He sighs, and gives his head a shake." No matter. I will talk to the both of them." Accepting the saleswoman's gratitude, he watches her return to her stall and sets out to look for the whelp and his older sibling. He walks up to the fountain and hesitates not in raising a knee and leaping up, holding on to the fountain's uppermost story and using the added elevation to look out over the various stalls and spots in between them, paying the water running down his shoulder and over his chest no heed. Vicar sighs as he grabs a broom, taking a moment to look over at Andromeda, "Izzy got scared by a lizard, that's all." He walks forward with the broom extended, trying to shoo the lizard out of the shop. "You've already caused more damage than the lizard did, Izzy. It's maybe just a little less scared than you are." Vicar didn't exactly get all that many opportunities to tease Izzy, but he was definitely going to capitalize on this one. "Shoo!" He waves the broom at the lizard, trying to herd it out before it causes any damage or scares anyone else into causing more damage. Pettiness Detainee makes her way through the market, her clothes jingling softly with every swaying step she takes, she glances around in an attempt to find her little brother who disappeared yet again.“End help me…” She says quietly with a sigh as she rounds another corner to no avail.“If I don’t find him soon, we’re going to miss a good crowd today.” Setting off once more, she doesn’t make it very far until she’s splashed by some water from the children playing in the fountain nearby. Turning to smile at them, she just so happens to catch a glimpse of Nasser stealing, again, and dipping back out of sight. Her smile stops and is instantly replaced by a frown.“Oh Nasser! All the time with him.” Determined to catch him, she hurriedly makes her way towards where she last spotted him, lightly pushing those who might be in her way. Before she gets very far, Nasser suddenly appears next to her, says some hurried words, and disappears again in a flash.“Na-Nasser stop this!” She ends up saying to air. Groaning, she follows after him quickly. Once she catches up to him, she places both her hands on his shoulders, pulls him in close and says tensely.“Nasser, I saw you steal something from a stall earlier, and I would like to remind you that taking what is not yours is a sin. That being said, fessing up now will be better than trying to lie.” Petrinee pauses for a couple of seconds, obviously struggling to control her sudden anger.“So how about I hold onto what you stole, and after we perform we can walk by that stall again, and you can return it and apologize. How’s that sound?” LadyMarinetteThe children look at Detainee shyly as she smiles to them, but that image disappears quickly as her leads her along. When she catches him, he halts and looks over to her in surprise, guilt written across his face - even if he would pretend that it was innocence. "I didn't-" he starts to protest, but he seems to recognize her anger. Slowly, he hangs his head in a show of shame, though if it's true she can't be sure. If history is any indication, it's not. "But Petra," he pleads in his best younger-sibling-voice, "it was just one little thing." However, even while he's pleading the young whelp has already reached into his pocket, withdrawing what he took. "Okay," he sighs, offering it up to her. "I'm sorry." He doesn't look it. The item he offers her appears to be an old, but well cared for, ornamental dagger. There's sand stuck in the ridges of the sheath, and the hilt is in the shape of a servant. It looks like there may be a rock of Chrism as the creature's eye, but it could just be a gem." Let's get to the show!" Flute in hand, he tugs her the rest of the way to an opening, a raised portion of the square that is often used for lounging but is currently empty. NantafiriaTeria nods at him and gives her gratitude before disappearing. Holding himself up on the fountain, it takes him only a few moments to spot the offending youth. He sees him speaking briefly to another whelp he recognizes vaguely as Detainee, a street-performing Thunder gene. After a quick exchange, the two head towards a resting spot and begin to get their things to hold a show. Around them, some of the crowd is already stopping to watch in anticipation of the show to come. In times like these, they'll take whatever merriment they can find, and a dance show isn't one of the worst forms of entertainment. Demented Dragon Andromeda lowers her hand quickly as Vicar tells her what happened, not bothering to stifle a laugh at Izzy's expense. "I want to see the lizard," she steps forward, peering over the counter, but not far enough to startle it. With the broom, Vicar is able to shoo the little creature out from behind the counter. Izzy backs up when it goes past her, her eyes narrowed still at their little cousin. Grabbing the door and pulling it open, Andromeda holds it for Vicar as he waves the broom at the creature. It makes a slightly alarmed sort of croak, and he's not sure if there's more static in the room than normal, but it lets itself be herded out, then turning and scuttling off to who-knows-where. From the doorway, Vicar can see a figure entering the town...a somewhat familiar figure. Vatruonsai does not seem pleased, being rather fond of Detainee. Still, he had a task to do. Coming down from the fountain with a pair of jumps, steam rises up from his body as the water starts to evaporate, the young man making his way through the crowds with a purpose, noting the amount of people getting slightly higher before arriving at the part of the square where Nasser and his sister are putting up a performance. A glance over his shoulder, once twice. There are quite a few people watching, and apprehending a small-time thief is as much about tact as it is about justice. Knowing that moving in to seize him right now and have a dozen or so disgruntled folk at his hands really wouldn't serve him well, Vatruonsai instead folds his arms and stays at the front of the crowd. Might as well enjoy the show andthenget to ensuring he'd not slip off. There's no rush, after all. V'car nodded slowly, not quite meeting Real's gaze. He quickly gathered some bits of food from their cupboard, wrapped them in a cloth and packed them in a small burlap sack. He looked around the room once more to see if there was anything useful that he had missed and his eyes fell upon his knife. Furthermore, he approached it slowly, almost sadly, and picked it up, holding it cautiously, as if it might suddenly jump and bite him. Furthermore, he tucked it into his belt and turned back to Real, speaking in the barest of a whisper,"You wouldn't happen to have any cages that could hold them, do you? I'm afraid they might panic if someone less friendly gets to them." V'car waits for Real to lead the way, looking slightly eager and a little bit nervous to begin their task. Spoiler: POV: Brand Hide Sand… sand… What a gruesome curse for sentient beings… As a wise bard once said, “It isn’t the mountain ahead that wears you out – it is the grain of sand in your shoe.” And at your teeth, what that bard forgot to mention. Bastard. Thoughts like this flowed in head of Brand while he made his way, pursued by dry warm air and by echo of his own steps, through aged streets of Syncytia. Something… changed - changed elusively - during the years he was absent… and even ‘sharpened hunter intuition’ and ‘blind knowledge of sage’ could not give him a plausible answer to question: “What?”. Disturbing. Something reminded him the day when he leaved the town… The day when Brand just took all his belongings and fled the town without saying farewell… to anyone at all. “Worthy as that wise bard aren’t you?”, he anxiously chuckled to himself. Main market square, huh. At last. Overnoisily and overcrowded. Not nice. Brand never liked big crowds… solitary life in the library and long travels with that man caused him to dislike high concentration of people… at least more than 2 people per 10 yd… But today after a long lonely journey he suddenly understood what he LI… no, loves that turbo... Nah, just imagination… still hates it. Imagination or not, he was ready to reach his current goal in few moments. “Boyle and Burn”. And from current spot to which feet brought him, front door of bakery was clearly seen… and whelp who darted in. Vicar? And that how Brand’s cunning plan to buy a gift or two for his friends-owners was overthrown. “Trouble ahead”, decided Arkham – young dragon who ran in-appeared to be alarmed… of some kind of physical danger. Brand don’t even considered something else – after a time in wilderness he got used (Maybe too strong) to a simple rule – anything what looking disturbing going to net some problems to the curious one. First it gonna look at you than it gonna to try to reap your throat... “Art thou fared To be the same in thine own act and valor as thou art in desire?”, Brand silently encouraged himself before he decided to continue his rapid ‘spurt’ to front door of “Boyle and Burn”. Oh Laden, he crossed market square very swiftly - huh, why that brood... jumped...into... fountain?!! - and prior to moment when he approached familiar man with the broom who stood in his way in and said, “Hello there! I suppose this is the bit where I say “Nice to see you again” Isn’t it? Nice to see you again. Good.”, Brand shifted his rifle to position from where silver scaled whelp can easily reach and get it ready... just in case. “You can’t ‘but Petra’ me Nasser!” She says exasperated at the boy.“And stealing is stealing, no matter if it was only one thing! I thought you would have learned your lesson by now…” Looking down as he pulls the item from his pocket, she frowns.‘A knife? And such an interesting one at that. Why would he want that? Ah, no matter. At least it will be returned to its rightful owner.’ Petrinee slips the knife into her small bag she carries and flicks Nasser on the ear.“We’ll talk about this later. But for now, let’s give this crowd a show.” She says, her anger disappearing just as fast as it appeared. The siblings make their way to the raised stage. Nasser, the ever pleasant, bounds up the stage with flute in hand to welcome the crown and introduce themselves and their show, even though just about everybody there knows who the two of them are at this point. Meanwhile, Detainee places her bag strategically at the front of the stage for tips then walks to the side and begins stretching. She is joined by her brother once more as he plays a few practice notes on the flute. After a minute or so of warming up, the two of them are raring to go. As they take the stage, the crowd goes silent in anticipation. Detainee stands in her starting position as Nasser readies his flute and on the fourth tap of his foot, the two begin their crowd-awing performance. Vicar watches as Brand approaches, waving when he finally recognizes him." It's been a while, Brand."" Noticing the rifle, trying not to laugh, he explains the situation,"No need for rifles, Izzy just got scared by a little pest. Turns out a broom was enough to scare away the mighty lizard." Vidar walks out of the doorway back towards the kitchen." Hungry maybe? If you want maybe you can eat a bite and tell us how things have been since you've last been here?" Nannandria, LadyMarinetteNassir rubs at his ear as they make their way to the stage, but the small injury is forgotten as he greets the crowd. Bright-eyed and full of excitement, his gaze sweeps over those that have gathered, lighting upon each in turn, locking eyes briefly with Vatruonsai before moving on to the next. "Ladies and gentlemen!" He greets, all smiles and charm. "As you go about your day, I invite you to welcome excitement into your life! The otherwise mundane tasks of shopping and working shall be lightened by none other than Detainee and Nasser!" He gives a sweeping bow and then readies his flute, locking eyes with Detainee for a brief moment before giving her the starting taps of his foot. The girl bursts into motion, her dance not unfamiliar to the locals of the town but captivating all the same. As she moves, it's as if thunder and lightning themselves came to life within her movements, each sweep of the arms and twist of the body punctuated by the accompanying flute music. The crowd eagerly begins to drop tips into the bag once they have started, though after several minutes the once-still throng of people begins to shift as they realize they're late for appointments or have elsewhere to be. Still, they retain a good following, with Vatruonsai front and center. As they move into the closing number of their performance, a creature about waist-high, purple and horned, darts across the stage. It nearly knocks Detainee over, but she's able to keep her footing. The little creature runs into a nearby ally between buildings and hides in the shadows, eyes reflecting light as it peers out at them. As they finish, the audience bursts into applause before moving on their way. Some wait, to see if there's an encore, but a certain fire whelp has business to conduct with Nasser and Detainee.mcgrowly725Rfal waits patiently as V'car goes about collecting his things and then leads the whelp from his house towards the town, responding as they go. "No, though we have crates if those could work. They used to be used for shipments, but well," he shrugs. It's been a long time since Syncytia has received any kind of large shipments of supplies, especially on a regular basis. Most of the town works to supply their own food now, either through hunting or farming up on the mountain. The drake leads V'car into the town square, slowing down as he does so. Off to one side, he sees Detainee and Nasser giving their performance, a good number of his neighbors in the crowd. A few nod and wave to him. Near the crescendo of the music, a lizard darts across the stage and into a nearby alley. "There's one," Real points out. His eyes then sweep across the square and he shakes his head. "They're all over the place!" Indeed, looking around like this, there are many lizards hiding in nooks and crannies, beings hood out from stored, and generally being a nuisance. They seem quite panicked, more so than V'car has seen in his life. Cyber, Demented Dragon Now that the lizard is gone, Vicar and Brand both can hear commotion inside the bakery as Izzy sets to work on preparing more food for the day. She'd changed back into her humanoid form, looking no more ruffled than normal and for all the world like she hadn't been freaked out only moments before. "Vicar, is that a must-" she cuts off when she sees him leading in who it is. Her head tilted to the side, and then her eyes widen." Brand?" She almost shouts, clearly surprised. Andromeda, sitting at one of their tables and munching on a meat pie, looks up as well." Who?" She asks, looking between them. Faint recognition shows after a minute, but she just shrugs and continues eating." It's been, what, years?" Izzy asks, wiping her hands on her pants and coming around from behind the counter to offer him a hug. "Where have you been? You just...disappeared. We thought," she glances at Vicar and then Andromeda, "that you got lost," she finishes lamely. She gives him a once-over after that, not seeming to approve much of what she sees. "How long are you staying in town? You need to get some new supplies..." A deep look of worry overtakes V'car's face. He carefully watches the lizards before moving towards the one in the alley. Thoughts begin to run through his head, the panic shown by the lizards was making him nervous. He turned to look at Real, wondering if perhaps he could sense what the lizards sensed. He shook his head, no, probably not, he was one of the few who paid attention to the behaviors of the animals and almost everyone else would be sure to write this off as only a random event. V'car, on the other hand was almost sure that something bad was coming, although he wasn't sure what it could be. Perhaps a sandstorm? Maybe something worse even...he had to say something to Real, maybe he would know what to do next. He walked back to Real, his demeanor betraying the fear he was picking up from the lizards. He took a deep breath, looked straight into Real's eyes and mustered up a few quiet words,"They are scared of something. It isn't normal. I can take care of our cousins, but I think...a storm is coming. Perhaps you should warn everyone else?" V'car shuddered and turned to scan for the many lizards in their hiding spots. It would take him the rest of the morning and probably half the afternoon to wrangle all of these lizards. He would have to be careful though, with so many people around he would be unable to fall back on his voice to freeze a lizard if any of them got violent. His hand brushed against the hilt of his knife, but he shook his head, that would only be a very last resort. The thought of bringing pain to one of these poor creatures, who were already so frightened, made V'car crunch his face up in disgust. He needed to get to work, but he wanted an answer from Real first, so he turned back to him and watched him quietly, waiting for his response. For the duration of the performance does Vatruonsai behave well, staying quiet and evidently appreciating the display, hands folded behind his back. He joins the crowd in applause as the performance concludes, though his pleased expression contorts briefly at the sight of the lizard shooting across the stage. Some of the people present leave after the performance ends, a few others staying around and hoping for more. It is only Vatruonsai who steps forward, in his hand a coin making up a rather generous donation." That was marvelous. Here. For spirits lifted and hearts invigorated." He passes the coin Petronas's way, lowering his voice and quieting down slightly." You have excellent form. I look forward to seeing you again,"he says, briefly closing his eyes before turning to her brother. He is very quick to seize Nasser's shoulder, holding it steady for convenience rather than out of cruelty." Who adds beauty to the world is blessed, kid,"he says, voice stern as he looks down at him, free hand held up at his own waist." Do not squander such a gift." He briefly looks back at Petronas again. mcgrowly725The lizard in the alley doesn't seem to notice that V'car is moving towards it, its back turned to him as it crouches down near a pile of trash and begins to sift through it. Real waited back where V'car had left him and looks up as he speaks quietly, listening intently. He looks uncertain at the warning. "A storm? Do-" the uncertainty melts away, replaced with some amount of alarm. "Okay. I'll warn the others. There are lizards scattered throughout the square, hiding in any dark little area they can find. More than he can count, more than he's probably seen in his life. As he's scanning the area, Real claps a hand on his shoulder. "I'll check back in after I've told everyone else about the danger, okay?" And then he turns to go. NantafiriaNassir smiles up at Vatruonsai as he hands the coin to Detainee, bowing at the waist. "Thank you," he quips, though he straightens up and freezes as the squeeze on his shoulder. The young whelp stares, unsure, shifting on his feet. "I'm not sure if I understand..." He starts, but is cut off by a loud bugling noise. SynestiaMovement in the square ceases as a bugle sounds out, a call of alarm from the guard on the watch. The noise echoes through the streets and into each building, calling forth the residents as they look up in alarm. The large, golden-scaled dragon calls out in alarm. "Murder in the alley! Murder in the-" before he can continue, he chokes, a spear protruding from his neck, and keels over. A blindingly bright light shines as he reverts into a human form, revealing what stands behind him. It looks diatonic, though has no wings. Four legs and a long, serpentine body, as well as a scaled head, but two arms that protrude from a more humanoid torso. It shines purple in the sunlight, matching the lizards, and pulls out the spear it wields. It puts one foot on to the bleeding body of the guard, pushing him off of the overlook to tumble down the side of the mountain and into the city. He rolls through the dust and dirt, falling into a broken heap near the armory. Looking around, more of the diatonic creatures have begun appearing, with no obvious source. One stands in the entrance to town, three more advance towards the square. People are beginning to change into their natural forms, though room is limited, not allowing the older Brood to do so.mcgrowly725At the bugle, the lizard turns quickly around, and he can see it wasn't trashed it was digging through. Blood hangs from its mouth, and he can make out the corpse of one of his neighbors that had been posted on guard duty. Shrinking low to the ground, the creature darts past him into the fray. Farther down the alley, he can make out the same kind of creature as on the overlook, for all the world appearing to have stepped out of the shadows. It levels its spear at him, and the ground beneath its feet begins to glow, and then his feet begin to feel as if they are burning. Spoiler: combat Hide Agility DC 6 to dodge the cast of Flare spell or Magic DC 6 to resist. If failed, Health DC 10 to resist second-degree burns. Demented Dragon, CyberThe guard's bugle nearly shakes the foundation of the bakery, and Andromeda shares a look with Vicar before leaning over the table to glance out the window. They can hear all that's said, including a muffled scream from somewhere near the outside of their bakery. Looking out the front, they can see Arthur with a slash across his chest, one of the Draconian creatures standing in front of him with blood on its spear. Holding at the slash, the air around him lights briefly as he tries to change to his natural form, but the creature strikes again, piercing through his shoulder. Nantafiria, LadyMarinetteNassir takes a step back, grabbing for Detainee's hand as the guard is taken out. The ground beneath all of their feet begins to shake violently, as if in an earthquake - but it's only in a small area around them. (DC 6 agility to maintain composure) The crowd is beginning to panic, especially those caught in the quake or unable to regain their dragon forms. Nearly directly ahead of the small stage, one of the creatures impales someone, pulls out the spear, and then turns on another. Blood is beginning to spill, and screams fill the air as much as battle cries.(IOC Note: Don't forget that you're trying to roll lower than the DC, not higher.) V'car yelped out in surprise and tried to jump out of the way of the spell, his feet smarting from the fire.(d10)[6]Barely managing to dodge the fire spell, V'car tried to find room where he could return to his natural form, but there were too many others around. He drew his knife, knowing it would do little good against these creatures, but felt slightly comforted by the weight in his hand. It took V'car only a second to realize that if they hoped to survive they would have to work together to take down these creatures. Hoping that one of the others around might help him he turned and faced the diatonic creature that had just attempted to burn him and opened his mouth, singing out in a wordless melody, focusing his magic to try and freeze his attacker. Vicar drops the plates he had gathered for breakfast as he sees Arthur under attack." We have to s- to run! Izzy, everyone, out the back!" Fleeing to the back door he only pauses once he reaches it, checking to see if the others had followed. He peeks out the door to the alley in back, hoping it's safer than out front. It happened too fast – shouts, sounds of slaughter outside, oddly familiar wounded Brood… When Brand averted his gaze from what happened he was already confused and fear started to hang his soul… than foreign words of old, which that man always liked to repeat, emerged from depths of Arkham's memory.“Fans CE Que does Adrienne Que pour”* … silver scaled whelp almost roared,“To the back door! NOW!” before he leaned against the door frame and raised his old trusty weapon while ignoring noise from falling plates followed by Vicar's shout… A moment later, Brand started to aim at monster’s spear arm – to cripple, not to kill - young Brood doubted what he can slay that thing in one shot, even in head… Suddenly spark of recognition flashed through his dusty mind. No… It can’t be true – creatures what fits that description extinct for… Does that matter? No. And Brand knew what need to be done… But another doubt started it mind crawl:if he will shoot now than bakery and white haired youth himself going to have an unlike attention from this… creatures. He can allow second, but first one will endanger his f… Again – that doesn’t matter – he always can make a loud run to div… And finger at trigger suddenly stopped – all of this reminded him a hunt – a specific kind of hunt… Izzy, Vicar! If they already leaved through backdoor they're definitely going to be ambushed by DRA… these creatures! And with heavy heart, with curse what started to mix with plea to forgive at his lips, Brand turns away from clansman-in-need and starts to quickly move in direction of backdoor.*(French proverb. “Do as you ought to, and then comes what may.” or "Do your duty, come what may.") mcgrowly725V'car's wordless melody solidifies into a freezing bolt, striking the creature square in the chest! It recoils and tries to catch itself, but its feet stop moving. However, its upper limbs still are! With a vicious roar, it hoists back its arm and throws the spear - which goes wide, soaring over his shoulder. He hears a shriek behind him and turns to look, seeing Iron, a Radiant drake he's fairly familiar with, now with the spear embedded in her shoulder. She's in her natural form and attempting to fight off two more of the creatures, but is faring badly. Opening her mouth in a roar, the air crackles as they're hit by pure energy and knocked back, but with no damage that's not superficial. She notices him to the side, eyes wide and pleading. 'Help me! They're killing us!' Demented Dragon, CyberAndromeda's mouth drops open in a wordless yell of either fear or anger as she sees Arthur being attacked, but Vicar's words pull her out of the trance. She and Izzy turn and scramble after him, with Brand not far behind. The silver whelp's thoughts turn out to be right. As soon as they dart out the back, they find themselves faced with two of the creatures, one holding a spear and the other a shield as well. Cruel, hissing laughter drops from their mouths as they advance, leaving no room to change into a diatonic form. Izzy draws a knife and Andromeda holds up her hands to cast a spell, but the beasts are quicker. Lightning strikes around them, hitting them all. Izzy is unharmed, not bothered by it at all, but the others are in questionable condition. Spoiler: Combat Hide DC 6 Health to avoid injuries via lightning spell. Brand rushed out just in time to get hit by lightning. Jolt from spell was pretty powerful to endure for any human being and unfortunately for dragons in human forms too (At least white haired youth considered that for yourself) but silver whelp managed not to fall and even seems to be even remained standing firm on his own two feet… and even like unhurt… Unlikeable. He didn’t felt a burn at his right part of forehead (Or other burns as well) yet however the aroma of burned garb reached his fine-tuned nose almost immediately. Well that was a real luck what he was so much further... Oh Izzy, Vicar, Andre... if he was so far how…“Laden, please save them…”, silently prattled Arkham. Still dazed, half-blinded from magic flash what followed a lightning, fueled by anger and by stray thoughts full of fear what his friends can be hurt, Brand raises his rifle, grimaces in pain when shoulder stock scratches his freshly burnt (painfully but not dangerous at all) left shoulder, and without thinking (or aiming) shoots in the first thing he identified as dangerous and what felt under first rule – spear-wielding ‘long-extinct beast’.[Marksmanship roll:(1d10)[8]] Vicar has only a second to try to warn the others back before he's struck by lighting,"Izzy Wei-"And as it turns out, Vicar had much more to worry about himself than his sister did. The sudden and unexpected pain causes a strangled yell to escape the whelp, his breath knocked out of him as he falls over. He tries to attack the shieldless one, though he can't even see the results of as his efforts from his position on the ground. Spoiler: Rolls Hide Doing these first since they can't be edited in Health = (1d10)[10] If that's good enough then poison spell. Edit: I suppose maybe if he's still even conscious this would be good... Spell: Poison = (1d10)[2]

[IC] Breath of Fire_ Dragon Wars|rating:3.0

This Old Malibu Dream House IC

It is the beginning of the night, the toys are just starting to move around. All the maids and stewards of the Malibu Dream house are spread across the toy store. The toys have to be cautious going to the house though because there is word of a gang on the loose in the toy store. Tich- You are in the front of the store in a display. The Dream house is in the back of the store. Dabura- You are in a display of stuffed animal near the Dream house.Nerd-You are in the young child toys in an aisle. You are on the back on the shelf. Shades-You are with the action figures far away from the dream house. Spoiler Hide Luck rolls from everyone. PontikiPontiki pushes his way through the rest of the toys and into the open Aisle." Well, Bernie and Ken said we'd be starting today. The dream house shouldn't be too hard to find...(1d6x3)[9]" Pontiac on his way to the Dream House is suddenly crushed by a large bird. After landing on him the bird just sits there. Pontiac is still in one piece miraculously though. Spoiler Hide Do what you want with this Nerd, just make sure to roll where appropriate. I have PMed the others and no one has posted here yet. EVER had received her orders from Optimum, find out why Barbie was so popular. She was sent to this toy store to find out... Now to get out of this stupid packaging.(1d6)[4]Luck.IOC: Sorry about that. Pontiac turns around as the bird is about to crush him." The Heck!" After the bird crushes him, Pontiac begins formulating a plan. Can I get this thing off? Worth a shot. Athletics (1d6x3)[12] In the Aisle Pontiac knocks the bird off. The bird turns out to be Big Bird. "My egg, my egg, I must warm my egg." Big Bird tries to climb back onto Pontiac. Spoiler Hide athletics roll (d6x2)[6] ER runs into Bert and Ernie. They are blocking the front of the shelf she is on. Bert says "Hey there little lady. We are part of the Sesame Street gang. We came to show you the way there." Ernie laughs like a girl. Herbert, I don't trust you. Everyone knows that Bert is evil. ER readies her... Plastic projectile launcher. Get out of my way. Or else I might have to euthanize you. "Big Bird! Are you high!?" Pontiac attempts to avoid being sat upon.(1d6x3)[6]"What the heck has Sesame Street done to you?" Big Bird Big Bird puts on a monocle." No my dear man I am not high. You just bear a strong resemblance to an egg. I am also trying to harm you." The monocle falls off. "My eggs!" Spoiler Hide athletics to attack Pontiac. (d6x2)[8] Bert and Ernie Bert readies his Ernie by picking him up and practice swinging him." So what if I am evil. You won't be able to tell anyone." Spoiler Hide athletics to attack ER. (d6x2)[8] Pontiac"Argh! I don't have time for this! Stop wasting my time, I'm Pontiac! (1d6x3)[3]" ERI warned you. ER's hand turns into a syringe, and she surgically strikes at Ernie. It's filled with fake anesthetic, but it should work on a fake person.OOC:(1d6x6)[12]5 Skill. +1 bonus for robot form. Goop Enough of being on display. The Goop burst from within his prison confines once more, a task he was accustomed to now. For although it was his prison, it was also his rejuvenation chamber. Without it, he would die. The Play-Doh considered a Haiku he heard as a child that went something like that, while watching a Sakura blossom drift lazily by the window." No time for this..." He mumbled to himself, before making his way to the back. Ken and he had business. Spoiler Hide (1d6)[5]x3 Harmony Bear Harmony Bear is sound asleep in the display case among the other stuffed animals. The sun shines in through the window and onto her face. Surprised, she puts her hands over her eyes and takes a look around." Howdy, y'all, it sure is a Purdy mornin'!" She says to the other furry toys while yawning. She slides the glass case away and falls onto the floor on her fluffy butt. Spoiler Hide (1d6)[4]x3 Goop and Harmony Bear These two both make it to the Dream House without any incident. When they get there they don't see any Barbie or Ken though. Maybe they are upstairs. Spoiler Hide The gang sees you both, but you get away for now. Big Bird slides the monocle back on." My good man, if I really wanted to waste your time I would do this." An egg is thrown at Pontiac. Spoiler Hide Pontiac takes 2 stress. Athletics (d6x2)[4] Bert and Ernie Ernie is knocked out. Unfortunately Bert is the one in charge as usual." You think that will stop us." Bert tries to hit a home run with ER as the ball. Spoiler Hide Ernie takes 6 stress and passes out. Bert athletics (d6x2)[6] Ergo, I hate you organics. ER will skillfully (Similar to the way that Kerri "cunningly") try to grab Bert's wrist and eject him with sedative as well.(1d6x6)[36] Bert and Ernie Bert falls over with Ernie on top of him. This is a first. The two are both asleep from the dose given by ER. ER can safely make it to the Dream House now. She will also find no Barbie or Ken downstairs. Pontiac tries to dodge the egg.(1d6x3)[6]If, I need to find some way to get out... Maybe if I'm lucky enough, something will happen? Luck Check: (1d6x3)[3]IOC: Shades, are you going to be using a Skill check more than Naomi? Or more than Kerri uses Cunning? And of course, I fail my luck roll. IOC: In combats anyway.___ER Right. ER, transform and roll out!ER transforms into an ambulance and goes to the dream house. Big Bird The bird appears to have strained his arm some from throwing the egg. He returns to trying to sit on Pontiac. Spoiler Hide 2 stress to Big Bird. Athletics for climbing and sitting (d6x2)[6] Nerd you never said what kind of outfit you are wearing I think. If you want you can say you are wearing some kind of athletics outfit to get a +1 to athletics. IOC: Really? That was a pretty lame luck check. And I'm wearing...wow, I can't imagine Mr. Potato head wearing any of this stuff, so I'm just going to say standard Maid Uniform.IC:What Luck! Now, I have no reason to stay here... Pontiki tries to run away from Big Bird, Towards the Mansion.(1d6x3)[18] Big Bird"I will get you later my good man. Just you wait." Big Bird shakes a wing at Pontiac as he gets away and makes it to the mansion. Spoiler Hide You get away, but there is a chance you will be assaulted again. Big Bird isn't afraid of you. At the Mansion The whole downstairs is empty. You could look for Barbie and Ken or you could get started making breakfast. They're not here? This isn't right... I'd better look for them. Pontiki begins scouting out the masters. Luck Roll:(1d6x3)[12] Pontiac finds Barbie up in her workout room. Why she needs to work out no one knows. In the Workout Room"Hi Pontiac. Who all has shown up?" EVER scans the area. With a scanning thing. For robots. To find Ken... Logic dictates that scanning is improved by beeping... Beep... Beep... Beep...(1d6x6)[24] "I'm not sure. I ran into some trouble, though. I hope the others are Okay." Pontiki looks around the room." So, I'm working for you now, am I?" In the Bedroom ER finds Ken, but he is asleep. It would be best to let him sleep. In the Workout Room"I guess you are because Ken is still asleep. What does it matter who you work for anyway? What kind of trouble did you run into?" "It doesn't make too much of a difference, but it's nice to be able to work with for people whom I know." "And the trouble? Sesame Street. Big Bird is out to get me now, for one reason or another." In the Workout Room"Well I am his wife now, you are just going to have to deal with working with me. Way to be confrontational the first day I am living here. Go fix breakfast if you don't want to see me." "I didn't mean it like that...but I'll start the breakfast, then." Pontiki goes into the kitchen and starts preparing some omelets.(1d6x2)[12](It worked...) EVER stands next to Pontiac, making breakfast as well. She's making bacon, BACON!(1d6x6)[6]FOR THE BACON! Pontiac notices the ambulance toy making bacon next to him. Better not make another bad first impression." Are you also working here?" Why did he have to suck at talking so much...? Eyesore says, blankly. She turns into her robot form. Pontificates really great omelets.ER makes ok bacon. It is a bit burnt. That isn't too bad with bacon though. Well if this person wasn't a conversation starter." So, you're a transforming toy? I'm surprised I don't see more of you on the market." Pontiki continues with the cooking, putting some more ingredients in. Erie have declined in popularity in the recent decades. Some fellow by the name of Michael Bay failed at resurrecting it. She robot-sighs, which sounds just like sighing. Except it's from a robot. Pontiac catches on to what ER is alluding to." Oh. Well it must be tough in a situation like that. Kind of like how my kind ran a few out of business. I'm sorry." Pontiki looks guiltily at the omelets he is making. Exit is a dark day for us retro toys. Did you know they actually made a "Barbie picks up after her own dog" play set?IOC: Seriously. The commercials are disturbing. In the Kitchen If either of the two look towards the door to the kitchen they will see a swarm of the little worms that hang around Oscar the Grouch. Pontiac stops his cooking for a second and looks at ER, awe-struck." You shouldn't use those kinds of examples here. But I know what you mean, ... Pontiki continues cooking"I don't think I caught your name."IOC: I didn't look doorways. Arno, I don't think you did. ER states, blankly. It would be quite difficult as I never stated it. In the Kitchen Some of the worms start to climb up the walls. A few start to climb up the bodies of ER and Pontiac. Harmony Bear "Ken? Barbie?" Harmony looks all around the plastic house but when she sees no sign of them, she looks at Goop." Hey there, my name's Harmony. Wanna be brands?" Goop"I have no time for friends, my mission is paramount." Goop explains, stepping though the house quickly, glancing in almost every room." Ken?!" He shouts, searching. Probably waking him. "Blackbeard""click click click ?"" Aye lads that the place. A nice house that be ... Filled with treasures, I say !" Block beard is walking around the house, looking at the ways to get in or out."click click Click !"" No, me mates, as much as I'd like to swing in and loot everything that isn't glued down, for this, utility be needed. Trust me I have a plan."he starts deconstructing is pirate hat and rebuild him into a chef hat and his saber in a meat cleaver." Aye, say hello to Mr Blackbeard, cook extraordinaire !" He enters the house and start walking to the kitchen. In the Kitchen When Blackbeard comes in the two apparently have not noticed the worms crawling up them. The worms are just below their eyeballs by now. So Blackbeard would see a Potato Head and a Transformer cooking with worms all over them. PontikiPontiki suddenly feels the worm things, but doesn't freak out too much. He puts his omelets on the back burner and steps back, and begins wiping off the worms." Well, may I have it? By the way, you have a few worms on you. We'll probably have to clean them out eventually." Harmony Bear"No... time fer... brands?" She couldn't even comprehend living in a world without loved ones. She watched as the humanoid goo called for Ken." I wonder where them is... Can I help ya look? Maybe they're over yonder." Blackbeard enters the kitchen." Ahr ma... Why hello there, Lady, gentleman. I am chef Blackbeard, cook and servant in this wonderful household."he notices the worms crawling everywhere"ah. Using fresh ingredients I see. Very important that be. Can't have the' little buggers crawling off the walls can't we ?" He looks to ER.Ha, another of these "sci-fi" toys, blah ! Worms are too good fer them. Cunning (to sound like a lovable bastard instead of the regular kind)(1d6)[4]*5 athletics (to start to deal with the worms on the wall)(1d6)[5]*3 While continuing the wiping off of worms, he looks up to Blackbeard. He sounds like a lovable bastard." Well, It's nice to meet you, Blackbeard. I'm Pontiac. He continues dealing with the pesky worms." And these things are getting annoying!" In the Kitchen strong smell of garbage comes into the kitchen. The worms all start to bow in the direction of the trash can. Ken The mostly naked figure of ken (just some boxers) stumbles out of bed half awake. Wha uh? Man what is this. He quickly trips and falls on top of Goop. What he? Wha? I haven't felt this sticky since that time I drank with the ghostbusters. Ken shakes free and falls over. "Aye pointing, a pleasure to meet you that be. There aren't that many like ye that develop associating region reflexes in the young child* this day and t'is a shame." Blockbeard goes opening the trashcan." I've already been in a trashcan, ARH, whatever that be I've probably felt with worst."IOC*no he has absolutely no notion of psychiatry, he just read an article once (while it was in the dustbin) and he liked the big worlds so much that now he uses them when he can to appears more educated than he is. In the Kitchen In the garbage is surprise, surprise Oscar the Grouch. He smells up the place. Spoiler Hide I need everyone in the kitchen to roll will for me to not pass out. Barbie Barbie walks into the kitchen." Guys, Ken is awake, and he has a hangover again. You all need to be very quiet.... Oscar what are you doing here!" "Aye ! That be iller than a baby throat !"*Will:(1d6)[1]*2"I... regret nothing"He faints:*Very common cause of disposition for Lego blocks edit: Oh now that's a nice fumble. Goop"Look out!" Goop responds, nearly swiskabobbing Ken, but letting his sword return to Goop before the doll falls on him." Very unpleasant." He offered, attempting to lift the drunk Master. Spoiler Hide Athletics. (1d6)[3]x3 Harmony Bear "I guess I'm going to have ta find Barbie on my own." She says to herself and walks to the kitchen, quickly covering her nose and gagging."Oh, my- I ain't smelled some'in this fowl since... Barbie! I have been lookin' fer ya. Whey died in here?" Spoiler Hide Will (1d6x2)[10] Pontiac attempts to resist the stench:(1d6x4)[8](Will edit this post.) Although it was horrible, it was bearable. Meanwhile, another toy walked into the room." Hello, there. Who might you be?" Venice! Get me some ice! My head is pounding. Ken looks at the goop on him. What is this ugh-jerk. Ken runs off making retching sounds. Someone get me a cold fisher price steak to put on my head!he yells to no one in particular. ERI don't have a nose and that even smells!(1d6x3)[12] In the kitchen The only toy who passes out is Blackbeard. Oscar looks a bit disappointed." Can someone take out the trash, please? As I was saying Ken is up, I think Goop is having some trouble with him. Would someone go upstairs to help." Something clicks in Pontiac's mind, saying "dirty."" Yes, please, I'll take care of it!" If there was one thing he did religiously, it was cleaning up. They all said he had OCD, but he never had the Oxford Classical Dictionary. Those other toys had no idea what he were talking about. Skill: (1d6x2)[8]If only he was good at cleaning. His luck kept him up. Goop"As you wish, Ken. Ice it is. Do you not recall our mission, brother?" Goop questions, already forming his humanoid body once more. He then walked off to the kitchen. Harmony Bear"Hiya, I'm Harmony Bear, but you can call me Harmony! Wanna be brands?" Harmony looks at Barbie." I'll help ya if ya want." She goes to help Pontiac with the trash.(1d6x4)[12] What a messed up way of speaking. It'd be rude to say no, though. So..." Sure, Harmony."IOC: How do two people help take out the trash? Barbie "Yes we can be friends. Harmony will you wake up Captain Sleepy there. ER, please go upstairs to help Ken. You have some medical knowledge that could come in handy." Spoiler Hide Laura you can switch that roll to waking up the Captain or you can keep doing what you are doing. Mission? What? What brother? Blood test? Huh? Goop The humanoid blob swordsman paused in his step, and turned to look at Ken sharply." Do not tell me you have forgotten your promise to me! You assured me you would assist me in locating the position of the rest of my clan, do you not?" He continued tersely. He lingered a second more, then went to the kitchen for real this time." We require ice." Goop stated, making his way to the fridge for some. Harmony Bear"On second that it looks like ya got that taken care o', sure Barbie, I'll wake him up,"Harmony walks over to the captain." Capt'n, ya a'right their?" She nudges him gently. Spoiler Hide Sure, I'll switch my roll. Also, Harmony helps everyone with everything! Blackbeard"AAAAA, me head !, this iller than that bleach drinking contest... ""Capt'n, ya a'right their?" Blockbeard gets back on his feet."Carry' ! I was just... her pretending. To catch the enemy of guard." He turns to harmony." A pleasure to meet you that be, lass."" Funny way to talk, though"he meters, quite aware but not carrying about the irony Barbie "Mr. Captain, are you talking to yourself?" Barbie seems a little concerned about him. Perhaps about his sanity. Blackbeard"Er no l... Uh no Miss barbie. My mind was slightly confused because I was just under the shock of that awful smell." Harmony Bear"Wot was that?" Harmony pauses and then smiles at the Captain." I'm Harmony Bear, but you can call me Harmony! Wanna be brands?" Speaks funny, looks disgustingly sweet, Apparently clueless.... she would be the perfect fall toy if things go wrong but... It would take a heartless bastard to pin crimes on her. He rocks his chest a few time. Sounds hollow Well...... Blockbeard smile is genuine when he answers:"Sure ! Harmony, I can honestly say : a REAL pleasure to meet you that be ! " The whole house Suddenly there is a bright light shining into the house. All the toys are blinded and stop whatever they are doing. A noise that sounds like Ken screaming and throwing up comes from upstairs. Then the light goes away. If you are looking you can see the light moving around the store. Barbie runs upstairs. "Ken is gone." Spoiler Hide There was a burglar who is stealing toys to sell on e-bay or something. You now need to get Ken back without directly confronting the burglar. Do this however you want. Pontiac covers his eyes with his hands when the light shows and Ken shouts. Argh... Bright. So much for having breakfast." He goes up to where he heard the scream, not to find Ken." He's gone? Argh!" He mumbles and grumbles under his breath. Now how would we find him...? He starts trying to think of a solution. Harmony Bear Harmony glows with pure happiness and starts to hug Blackbeard when Barbie brings the bad news."Aw, no!" She exclaims, throwing her furry paws over her mouth." Water we going to do!?" Goop"No." Goop hissed, down in the kitchen, still upon his loathsome mission to the fridge to retrieve the gem of ice." Acursed light, taking that which I need in order to stop the dreaded blue invasion, woe be to the harbinger of this ghastly fate... by the swords of my ancestors I swear I will bring Ken back!" The Humanoid Typhoozeswore by the blade that his arm was." To the Goop-Mobile, we can still catch this fiend!" Outside the Dream House The goop mobile is an improbable car that is made of Play-Doh. The car most likely works because Goop taps directly into it and makes the wheels turn. It seats four people besides the Goop himself, but if they ride along they will be covered in Play-Doh. EVER transforms and rolls out! She sure as heck isn't riding in the goop mobile. "AAAA ! Ye all go searching for master Ken. I'll stay here and guard the house against robbers ! Go, Quick ! Before it's too late !" Barbie Barbie comes down the stairs." Mr. Captain, I will watch the house. I don't even remember hiring you. I think you should help the others to prove you want to work here." Since when does she have a brain ! Maybe it was in option in the barbie neurosurgeon set ?" Arrrrr, As you command, Miss. I was merely trying to be helpful and make sure nothin' would happen to you, Miss"(IOC: Cunning :(1d6*5)[15])he turns to Goop"Lad, Lets buckle up ! We hunt !" Pontiac sighs. "If it's the only way. At least it's just Play-Dough." Pontiki takes the other seat in the improbable goop mobile. He sure was surrounded by some odd characters. Goop Goop jumps into the 'window' of the Goop mobile, Duke Boys style and waits for the three toys without an alternate car form to get in. Then he becomes nearly one with the car itself, making it move along at top speed." I wish you peace as part of me, my dead brothers, whom I made this car from their corpses..." "Arr, all kind of wrong that be, sitting in his own kind..."click click click ?" Shut up you !" Block beard goes sit into the Goop mobile Outside the Dream Houses Block beard and Pontiac sit in the Goop mobile it seems like the seat is sucking them in slowly. Pontiac"Your...dead brothers?" This guy's more insane than I thought he was. As the seat sinks him in, Pontiac sighs. It's just Play-Doh. I've been in worse situations. It won't hurt me. Where ER is...ER can see that the burglar is stealing from her section of the store. The other transformers are going into the bag. She is close to the burglar's face right now. Where the goop mobile is... The goop mobile is lower down. The toys inside cannot see what he is stealing, but they can guess. The goop mobile is around crotch level. The Burglar. He is right near the shelf. Anyone should be able to touch him. Spoiler Hide I am assuming all toys that are not ER went in the goop mobile. PontikiPontiki quickly got out of the Goop mobile, ad on top of it, to see the beginning of a pair of legs. They seemed to be in the transforming robot toys section, which was larger than it should have been. Regardless, this robber had to be stopped. Pontiac detached his hat and threw it at the robber's crotch.(1d6x3)[12] The Burglar"What the crap hit me there?" The Burglar has dropped to the floor after getting hit. The cars will have to move to get any more hits on him. His bag has dropped to the floor a bit away from him. Blackbeard"ARR not waiting any more I be. At the knave !"IOC:Athletics: (To grab a string that was conveniently hanging, swing around in the finest pirates tradition and Lang on the burglar and savagely stab him with his Lego saber.)(1d6*3)[3]... I think the board roller doesn't like pirates Blackbeard falls flat on his face rather than doing anything cool. The burglar looks around for what hurt him. The bag moves around some.IOC: Well let's see what happens. PontikiPontiki jumps down from the shelf." It's the bag! Open the bag!" He grabs the zipper and begins pulling it backwards. Athletics:(1d6x3)[9] BlockbeardBlockbeard get back on, then gather the few blocks that fell of him after impact"'''r ! The't ol' see' do' is 'UIL' to l' ..." He" final find his last white 1*1 block and put it back in his mouth"Built to last. Agar ! ARR better that be." Click click !" Yaar, I too am happy to have you back, lad." He looks around him." At least we didn't land to far from the knave." "It's the bag! Open the bag!"" I'll distract that dog while ye open the bag !" He starts to clobber in the direction of the burglar." Time to open a chest of Whoop-ass !"IOC:Athletics:(1d6*3)[6]to go to of the pirate and bludgeon him on the foot. The bag opens and reveals several toys including the unconscious Ken. The burglar is hit in the foot. "What hit my foot now?" He starts to sit up to look at his foot. Spoiler Hide Blackbeard needs to hide. Roll me something for his ability to hide or at least appear to be regular Legos. PontikiPontiki jumps into the bag and begins rigorously shaking Ken." Ken! Ken, wake up, dammit! Wake up!" Blackbeard"ARR Somme discretion be needed now, me mates" IOC:Cunning:Staying still and looking like a regular toy(1d6*5)[5]Poor Blackbeard, the board roller hates him for Somme reason. IOC: Don't know when I can convince DC to get back on, so I will be Ken for a minute. I know DC in RL, so this is ok. Ken"Man I have such a headache. Is this part of my hangover still?" Ken stretches and grabs his aching head. Blockbeard is not very good at pretending to be a toy. The burglar doesn't believe his eyes though. A toy can't move right. The burglar is freaked out by all this and starts running for the exit. PontikiPontiki feels that the situation needed to be explained. "You just got kidnapped. That's the burglar right there." Pontiac points over to the direction of him." And that bastard's probably done this to other toys as well. We'd best watch out for him." Blackbeard"ARR we be victorious once again. It reminds me of that battle with that giant cyclonic cat. Good times"Blackbeard walks to pointing and Ken"Ye be all right, Ken, sir ?"IOC:as much as it please me that this thread is still alive, I notice that neither Tichondrius, neither DaburaMiyao have given sign of life on these forums since more than 2 weeks. Maybe you could consider re-recruitment ? Ken"Kidnapped.a fine specimen of manhood like me? It is hard to believe. I seem to be fine besides this mother of a headache." Ken stands up straight and starts walking towards the back of the store." We had better return to Barbie she will be worried."IOC: I am doing rerecruitment for I'm on a Boat! Right now. When I finish with that I will see about recruiting for this campaign. IOC: Save me a spot, if one's still left!IC:"Let's."on tiki follows Ken towards the Dream House. IOC: Save whom a spot for what? IOC: Oh, sorry, I misspelled "me." And for the "I'm On a Boat" Recruitment. Dream Housemen walks into the yard and Barbie flings herself at him." I was so worried. Are you ok?"" Yes I am.""Oh, I called some more guys. We might have back up coming."" What? Man I need some more to drink. Why did you think we needed more people in our house?"" Sorry." Ken storms into the house and gets a beer. R2 and 3P0 cross the last aisle into the dream house area. R2- Greet boo whiter three shreeeeeee3P0- greetings and salutations R2 has come to provide menial labor assistance to the residence. PontikiPontiki adjusted his glasses." Barbie, should I do anything to stop Ken? He'll just end up with more of a hangover, won't he?" A semi "sneaks" next to the house and parks there, trying to look as if it had always been there. It doesn't work. Dream House"No when he is in this kind of moods it is best just to let him drink himself stupid. He just woke up too." Barbie pouts." Menial labor? I don't understand those big words guys." PontikiPontiki quickly translates."Housework, what you hired us to do." ER Menial Labor. Menial-Lowly. Beneath you. Labor-Work. ER says, blankly, pulling a dictionary out of herbutttrunk. Dream House"They think they are here to clean the floors." Barbie is very confused.IOC: Because one person said that the work was beneath them and the other said housework she came up with this. Flint "I am Warrant Officer Shell R. Freeborn, better known as Flint. Reporting for duty, sir!" The loud, booming voice is coming from a short action figure with a beret standing at attention. Dream House Barbie bends over from the waist." Ummm I don't want any popcorn young man. I am waiting for the rest of the people I hired." Flint "I am indeed one of those individuals you have hired. Permission to speak freely, Sir." Dream Housemen steps out." You can speak freely. Heck everyone can speak freely." Flint "I do not know what this popcorn is that you are talking about. I would like to proceed with whatever mission you have planned." "Well the mission just ended. Ken is saved. Now we just need to end the breakfast made earlier." Flint "I understand, so is the assignment to clean up after the remains of today's breakfast after you are finished?" Pontiac "Oh, if it's still good. And there were some weird worm things in the kitchen..." Pontiki and ER had previously made the food. IOC: I meant to put eat. Sorry very tired today. Forgetting that he was supposed to bespeaking, the conspicuous semi starts playing his theme song. Everyone outside can probably hear it... EVER goes outside and stands next to Optimum. I prefer our season one theme song, you have to love the classics. R2R2 simply wheels himself into the house and begins cleaning up and setting up the party room(1d6*6)[12] Barbie walks over to ER." Why is there a song coming out of the truck?" "Come on in guys. There is no need to stay outside with Barbie. She won't understand anything you say anyhow." Optimus Prime transforms." Hm. But the one from the movie sounds better as a part of an album." He turns towards Barbie." Greetings, Barbie! I am OPTIMUS PRIME, here to protect your home from the evil Deceptions, and their vile compatriots, the corrupted Sesame Street Characters! Even now, I suspect their advance scouts are hovering like some predatory bird, ready to strike at any minute..." ER Birds don't usually hover, perhaps a large menacing hummingbird? Regardless, Big Bird is not capable of flight, so I do not see how any of them could hover, hummingbird-like or otherwise. "What are you playing at, ER?" Erse salutes. I am merely reporting the inaccuracy of your analogy, sir. For if we have inaccurate analogies, then what is next? Inaccurate weaponry? It is for the better, sir. "Hmm... Indeed. Still, we must be ready to fight and die for those who cannot fight. We can do no less, for if we fail, what chance do they have?" Flint "Sir, I am still unclear as to what the goals are for the next mission, Sir." "Well the mission is to eat and clean up breakfast for now. Oh, and to finish killing the evil worms in the kitchen." Flint "Understood, Sir!" Flint goes into the kitchen and starts looking for worms to hit with the butt of his rifle.IOC:combat - (1d6x5)[20] "Then let's give them the worst case of indigestion they've ever had!" He pulls out his gun and walks around the house, trying to figure out if this house is one of those that you can open up to the air hand have all the floors exposed, or if this is a silly kind of house in which all four walls are firmly attached to the foundation. IOC: Flint kills the worms very efficiently. The house can be open to the air, but for now it is closed. The toys are all too small to open it. Flint "The kitchen has been cleared of enemies. Company, move in!" "I guess I'll just stand guard out here. I can do no less." IOC: What is he too big to get in or something? That could be a problem as a steward. Blackbeard Who walked to the house by himself and just arrived due to his slow gait. He only arrives to see Optimus Prime entering the house"By the devil testes, there's two of them !" "Are there no respect for the old classics anymore ? No it has to be all robots this and spaceships that. You'll have a lot to answer to, "Mr" Lucas. !" Arriving at the house he takes a moment to compose himself and takes is most friendly smile. But there will be melted plastic by tomorrow night or my name isn't Blackbeard. Barbie walks into the house and grabs some breakfast. "Ken you should really eat something to go with your beer." Ken eats a couple bites. Originally Posted by schmuck Blackbeard Who walked to the house by himself and just arrived due to his slow gait. He only arrives to see Optimus Prime entering the house "By the devil testes, there's two of them !" "Are there no respect for the old classics anymore ? No it has to be all robots this and spaceships that. You'll have a lot to answer to, "Mr" Lucas. !" Arriving at the house he takes a moment to compose himself and takes is most friendly smile. But there will be melted plastic by tomorrow night or my name isn't Blackbeard. (Ironically, the LEGO Pirates set theme wasn't introduced until 1989, whereas Transformers were introduced in 1984...)(@ Siren: He's a Transformer... of a Semi. The "good-looking" models are actually quite large. Could just hand-wave the size issue, though. Or he could be a sentry...) IOC: We should probably just forget the size issue. How can you clean the house when you can't fit in the rooms and other steward type duties...not that these games tend to focus on those. Originally Posted by Siren IOC: We should probably just forget the size issue. How can you clean the house when you can't fit in the rooms and other steward type duties...not that these games tend to focus on those. (OK, then. I didn't know how you wanted to do it...) Optimus follows the others in, of course. Perhaps these walls of plastic will provide sufficient fortification to start an Autobot base to defend the store against the Deceptions. Flint The small G.I. Joe figure consumes his meal in silence. PontikiPontiki consumes his meal with little interesting events. None, actually. During their peaceful meal noises come from the living room. Something is being shattered. There should be no on there though." What could it be now? I am scared." PontikiPontiki gets out of the seat." You're afraid? Well, then, I'll check it out. Who will join me?" He walks towards the living room of the dream house. BlockbeardBlockbeard approaches from the living room as silently as he can and takes a peek.OOC:(1d6*5)[25]to look without being noticed. The Living Room Stuff just lifts and flies towards the walls. One hits near Blackbeard. There is no one in the room. Optimus Prime charges into the living room while drawing his gun." The Deception must've turned into furniture! Quick, Barbie! Do any of the chairs look out of place to you?" PontikiPontiki calls from the Living Room to the Kitchen." Either we have a poltergeist, or someone figured out how to make furniture commit suicide." Flint The G.I. Joe runs towards the source of the noise and points his plastic shotgun at it. "Intruder! Halt or I will shoot! Well, not shoot, but hit you on the head pretty hard. I don't see anyone, so I'm going to start hitting!" Flint begins swinging his shotgun at empty air, hoping to locate the disturbance.OOC:(1d6x4)[20] Living Room Barbie runs as fast as she can in high heels." None of the furniture looks out of place. Please don't hurt any of it." Barbie wrings her hands. As Flint swings his fire arm he hits something."OUCH!" Then there is a shuffling noise going up the stairs. Flint "He went up the stairs! Follow me, men!" Flint races up the stairs as he continues to swing his gun, hoping to sniff out the intruder.IOC:Commanding the other troops - (1d6x3)[18]Striking the intruder - (1d6x4)[8] Pontiac"Sir, yes, Sir!" Pontiki follows Flint, but doesn't start attacking. Invisible things. Shouldn't exist.IOC:If there's something strange in your neighborhood Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters! If there's something weird, and it don't look good Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters! "Right away! Let's give the intruder a short, sharp lesson!" Optimus follows Flint up the stairs. Upstairs The shuffling heads towards the window. After Flint swings his gun a few times there is a huge thud like something hitting the floor. No one can see anything though. Spoiler Hide 4 for athletics. Bad luck. Oh, it is not a ghost. Blackbeard"Well, No sense in getting left out." Blockbeard follows Flint upstairs like everyone else. Flint Flint swings in the direction of the invisible enemy, still unsure of what it is. "Identify yourself!"IOC:Is this a combat roll? If it is, then it should be x5 - (1d6x4)[24]Skill to try to identify it on his own - (1d6x4)[24] Upstairs"Did you guys get whatever it is yet?" Barbie peeks up the stairwell. Flint Flint is carefully marking out the edges of the enemy by touching them with his gun. "It's some sort of large, furry elephant." Pontiac"A...large... elephant?" This guy is insane. Flint "Well, a toy elephant. And it's not that large since it can fit in this room. It's comparatively large to Joe's like me." "A what? ... No! It can't be! The dreaded Snuffleupagus!" Pontiac"Aloysius Snuffleupagus? From the gang? How can we be sure?" Flint "The what!? Is there something I'm missing here?" PontikiPontiki looks menacingly at the area Flint is feeling out." Aloysius Snuffleupagus, known to some as Snuff, a member of the Sesame Street Gang, who has been causing us trouble lately. This could potentially be him." Flint "In that case, we have a prisoner of war here. Do we have anything we can use to contain him?" "And someone go get some paint or ketchup so we can see him." UpstairsSnuffy appears." Uh Hello Everyone. I guess the jig is up." Snuffy tries to shuffle past everyone. Flint "You're not going anywhere until we get some answers!" The 3 3/4 inch action figure pounces at Snuff, trying to stop him, or at least slow him down.OOC:(1d6x5)[30] Pontiac"Not so fast,"Pontiac says, arms crossed. "We got a few questions for you, Snuff." Upstairs Flint slows down Snuff." Uh let go of my snuffle. Don't make me spin you around. I have done it to Elmo before, and he is about your size." Flint "I don't think Elmo can do this." Flint continues to hold on to Snuff with one arm and whacks Snuff's kneecaps with his gun." Now you will sit down and give us some answers!"IOC:(1d6x5)[15] Pontiac"Snuff, we have the ability to take down humans, easy. I'd suggest you co-operate if you don't want to get hurt." Frankly, it wasn't a bluff. They had transformers, and tranquilizer darts, and super-strong figurines. Upstairs "You are tickling my kneecaps." Spoiler Hide 16 for athletics. Flint The Real American Hero is starting to feel stressed. "What are you lily-livered fools waiting for? Help me out here!" Flint continues to strike at Snuff's kneecaps.IOC:Someone else makes some rolls so we can get team-up damage. And does Flint take four or three stress? Flint commands you other players to do so - (1d6x3)[12]And kneecapping time! - (1d6x5)[10] PontikiPontiki immediately agrees."ER! Optimus Prime! Let's go!" Pontiki takes off an ear. Which is like a boomerang when taken off. Because it woks that way. He throws it at Snuff. Athletics - (1d6x3)[18] "Right!" He fires his gun at Snuff. Athletics(1d6x4)[24] BlockbeardKick and stomp on Snuff as hard as he can"Arr, reminds me of when I was a simple sailor." "Good times."(1d6*3)[12] Upstairs"Louis crush my bones why don't you. Ok I am not going anywhere." Snuffy slumps down in pain. Pontiac"As you can see, we're more than capable. Now, first things first, how did you get into the Mansion, and invisibly, at that?" R2r2 begins downloading the largest selection of techno music ever downloaded from the internet.....and charges the downloads to Michael Jackson. Hacking the internet-(1d6*6)[12] Upstairs A window breaks open, Elmo and the Count jump in. "We have come to save you, Snuff. Hahaha."IOC: You have all heard of the reject toy Tickle-you-to-Death Elmo. He is bitter about never leaving the shelf. He would have been thrown away if the employees could ever catch him. PontikiPontiki's attention is drawn when the count and Elmo come through the window." Backup? The elusive Death Elmo, and the Count." Still facing the intruders, he reports to his commander." Flint, should we capture them, as well?" Flint "Affirmative, private. Men, attack at will!"IOC:Sub-ra-shi chin mono - (1d6x5)[10]- Striking at the two. Come on everyone, even if we don't have good rolls we can win through addition of bad rolls. PontikiPontiki strikes whoever flint is attacking, using his nose as a blunt object to attack with. Athletics - (1d6x3)[15] "Then let's bring them down!" Optimus fires his gun at Elmo.(1d6x4)[12] BlockbeardLooking at Pointing"Now that's a toy that goes out on a limb."IOC:cunning : To hit Elmo and the count with the full power of a terrible pun(1d6*5)[20] You guys will have to decide which one person you are going after. Mass spamming is not going to work. So pick one of the three that your attack went after. IOC:Let us go with Elmo. IOC: Agreed. UpstairsSnuffy knocks his trunk into the legs of Flint." Take that you!" "1.2.3.4.5.grenades hahaha hah." The count throws five grenades. They all turn out to be duds. "Malala Leila Elmo's Plan lalala Elmo's Plan I wrote the orders, I gave the commands This is Elmo's Plan." Spoiler Hide Flint takes 2 stress. Because of his high athletics Elmo only takes 5. IOC: Assuming everyone is going with Elmo if you decide you don't want to then let me know. For the rest of this battle call one enemy to attack. Flint "Keep it up, men! Show them no mercy!" Flint lunges at Elmo and drives his gun into Elmo's stomach.OOC:(1d6x5)[25]-Kitara no game ARU So Flint has five total. PontikiPontiki continues bludgeoning Elmo. Athletics - (1d6x3)[12] BlockbeardSlashes Elmo with his Lego saber(1d6*3)[12] Optimus Prime continues to fire his gun at Elmo.(1d6x4)[24] R2R2 rolls out of the party room and into snuff, firing off a stun blast from his stun gun as skillfully as possible. Skillful stunning of snuff-(1d6*6)[6] Spoiler Hide R2 takes 2 stress. Elmo takes 10 stress. Count and Snuff each take 1 stress. Upstairs"Plan B group." Snuff walks past the guys concentrating on Elmo towards the window. He turns invisible on the way. Flint "Take out the leader! Charge!"IOC:Sore no OTO Sara bo - (1d6x5)[30] Pontiac"Yes!" He continues with the attack. Though Elmo could hardly be called a leader, he would follow is commander's direction and his instinct of "beat up the one calling the shots. Athletics - (1d6x3)[18] Prime continues firing on Elmo.(1d6x4)[16] Upstairs: No point in waiting for everyone since I am going to take the wind out of your sails. Elmo uses escape and gets away taking no stress this round. This was too much like shooting fish in a barrel. Snuffy cloaks Count and Elmo with invisibility." We will be back. You can count on it. There will be more of us too." Flint "They escaped. What are those bastards, and why can they do that? I've never seen a toy with those kinds of powers." Flint wipes himself off and then begins to clean up after the mess they made. "Our superiors won't be happy with this destruction. Let's clean this house up, boys!"IOC:skill - (1d6x4)[20] IOC: Maybe we were predictable, maybe we fell right into your trap, and maybe we didn't accomplish anything, but we did it in Style!IC: Pontiac clenches his fist, shouting." Cowards!" IOC: oh the fish in a barrel thing was about Elmo getting shot up. I have to do battle differently next time. "Well it is really nice that you guys are cleaning up after yourselves." Barbie looks over at R2." So what were you doing R2?" Flint "Sir, is there any reason that this Sesame Street faction would be after you? It appears that Snuff was there primarily for surveillance purposes and his allies were keeping a close eye on him, so the mission must've been deemed important." At that, Optimus Prime realizes he should be helping to clean up the mess." A clean house is the right of all sentient beings!" Skill(1d6x2)[8] Blackbeard"Time to swab the deck, mateys."IOC:(1d6*5)[30]cunning: To look like he is very busy cleaning while doing absolutely nothing. R2R2- "greet root never jrrrrrscreee"3P0- "setting up the party room" Barbie "OOO I love to party. Let me see what you did." Barbie waits for R2 to show her the party room. R2R2 rolls the way into the party room he had cleaned up and set up (rolled a 12). "Hey guys come on in here let's have a party. There is a room set up for it. There aren't enough girls though. Hamm maybe I should call up some friends." Barbie stands around thinking about complex things like the ratio of guys to girls. Flint "Sir, I believe your personal safety is far more important than having a party right now. You need to tell me all that you know about these toys." PontikiPontiki slaps his abnormally large hand over his abnormally larger head. Must we, Barbie, really? Pontiki says nothing, however. Barbie "Aww I wanted to party. Well Elmo is furry. Bert and Ernie are gay. Big Bird is a bird. Snuff is some kind of large elephant. Count likes to count things." Barbie counts these off on her fingers. "I think that is all I know." She smiles. R2R2 makes a series of tones.3P0- "let R2 handle the party, the rest of you are more combat oriented than him." Barbie hugs R2."Yay, you have my best interests at heart." Barbie stands up. "Is there something else you need to know Mr. Flint?" By this point the house is clean. Flint "I simply need to know if there is some special reason that you would be targeted by this Sesame Street faction." "Isn't it obvious? They're in league with the Deceptions, and the Malibu House hides the key to the All spark!"... Optimus Primesoundsserious, but he's probably just an idiot who's confusing the fiction he's based on with the fiction he's actually in. "I haven't done anything that I can think of... Ken did you do something!"" Yes I hit on Bert. No I didn't do anything...that I can remember." Blackbeard "That sounded ...ominous." "Well once I punched one of those cranky dudes from The Muppets. Are Muppets from Sesame Street?" PontikiPontiki's facepalm continues. Flint"No, but they were designed by the same people. Is there anything else?" "Also, does anyone have any clue how they did what they did? I've never seen a toy with a cloaking device or real explosives before." "Oh there is a black market near the bar."" Hey Barbie and Ken. Where are you? Rainbow Write and I are here." Flint "And what were you doing at this black market? Sir, you have to give me the whole picture. You can't just keep giving me snippets of your wrongdoing." PontikiPontiki looks around the room to find where the new voice came from." Huh?" "The black market! Of course! Where else would a black-hearted fiend like Megatron hide out?" Stacey and Rainbow Write come up the stairs."Wow, you all have a lot of guests. Are you guys surprised at their level of stupidity yet?" "That isn't nice Stacey!" "The truth isn't always nice." Ken scratches his head. "I was selling army men for a profit." Flint "Forgive this insubordination." Flint promptly kneecaps Ken without changing his expression. "I do not take kindly on human slavery."IOC:athletics - (1d6x5)[20] PontikiPontiki sees the friends of Barbie and Ken." You shouldn't be that disrespectful to her, Stacey." "Indeed. Freedom is the right of all sentient beings." Ken spits out all his beer as he hits the ground. "I was joking. I have never been in there. I just know it is there." "She is my sister. It is my job." Flint "Sir, we have no time for humor here." Addressing the guests, he says"I suppose you're right about their intelligence. I may as well relax as we're not going to get anything done today." Pontiac"Well, I can't see how insulting people would be included in any job description." "You are quite literal are you?"" What are you guys working on anyway? Anything I could help with?" Pontiac "Well, I don't exactly have a sister, so I wouldn't know. Barbie, is she allowed to insult you? Conversely, are you allowed to insult her?" "Well she is my sister so..."" She is too dumb to come up with a comeback, and so she puts up with it." Stacey smiles. Flint "Do either of you two know anything about the Sesame Street Gang or why they possess abilities that toys shouldn't have?" PontikiPontiki shrugs." Okay, then." Rainbow Write looks over at Flint. She looks like a normal Rainbow Write doll except she has a star eye patch. "Well the Death Elmo gives people special powers as part of his malfunction. Also, if he is joined up with Kermit it could be very bad. Kermit has a special croaking power." R2R2 rolls on into the party room and starts up as the party IN HYPERSPACE ULTIMATE DJ PARTY MODE-(1d6*6)[36] Flint "Well Elmo showed up here not too long ago, so apparently he isn't the type of leader to hide behind his men." "I need a rest." Flint sits down in a chair far too large for him and tries to relax. He is giving off far more of an evil overlord impression than he would like, however. Pontiac "Croaking Powers? Is that a pun?" Blackbeard"Array. Ye should never underestimate the lethal power of a terrible pun !" Flint "I've heard worse puns. Why is that tin can dancing?" Flint is referring to R2. "Anyway, I think we need to launch a preemptive strike of some sort. We'll go around the neighborhood and collect information. And then we'll attack with extreme prejudice." "Maybe I'll be able to requisition a vehicle so we can have heavy weapons support." Barbie runs in and starts dancing." He isn't a tin can. He is some kind of robot." Rainbow Write"I am willing to help however I can, but I don't think there are any vehicles here to requisition." Flint "Well I was hoping to ask General Hawk about it. There were a number of vehicles and play sets when I first arrived in this store." "But even if I can't find it, I still have to talk to the people around the neighborhood. I'll figure out the amount of damage they've caused and possibly start a militia." Flint heads out, deciding to annoy his neighbors with questions.IOC:Hawk affection, to sound less annoying as he questions them - (1d6x3)[18] Originally Posted by Ugly Panda "There were a number of vehicles and play sets when I first arrived in this store." Buy all our play sets and toys! IOC: That isn't an up-to-date video. They killed Flashlight. Next door to the house is the My Little Pony stable if Flint wants to talk to them. Flint Flint reminds himself not to use any pronouns while there. He can't tell the difference between the men and women of that brand, and they would no doubt get offended. He then knocks on the door of the ranch and talks to the first horse to answer the door. "Excuse me, but I was wondering if you had any information on the Sesame Street Gang. I'm hoping to use any information gathered to put an end to their random acts of violence." Pony"Are you trying to get me killed?" The pony slams the door in Flint's face. Skinflint bangs on the door again and starts shouting so that they can hear even with the door closed." Excuse me, but all I need is a bit of information. I simply wish to protect you and all the other inhabitants of this store from them." Pony The pony talks through the door." They are with The Muppets. There is no way you can take them both out. It is safer just to stay in groups and pray they don't come for you. Let them have what they want." Flint "It is talk like that that allowed the [insert long-winded speech here]... have to stick together!" "Let me tell you a story [insert story here]... there was no one to save me." "[More speech]... And knowing is half the battle!" In the Dream House "Hey is anyone else going to dance?" Stacey has had a bit of Ken's beer and is ready to party. Rainbow Write is standing by in case she gets sick. Barbie is still dancing. Pony "The other half is me keeping out of this and telling you that one of the Newborn Baby Alive babies had a run in with a Muppet yesterday." PontikiPontiki stands against the wall." I really don't dance. Sorry." Flint "Well, can you point me in that direction or is that simply a 'I'm afraid to have X happen to me warning'?" Pony"Well I thought you would assume to go to the baby doll aisle. I guess I was wrong though. Go to the baby doll aisle. The newborn baby alive dolls are there." Party Room Stacey tries to pull Pontiac out to dance. PontikiPontiki says nothing." Athletics (to resist pull)" - (1d6x3)[9] Flint The solider heads out into the baby doll aisle. The place unnerves him quite a bit. How could something that's supposed to be so young be so much larger than I am? "Excuse me, does anyone here have time to speak with me about your neighborhood's security and well-being?" Dance Room "You aren't being much fun Mr. Potato Head." Stacey starts pouting. Ugly Panda:Flint sees a plastic baby leaking water rapidly and having more water pumped into him. It is starting to drip down to the floor. Flint "What in Carnation is this?" Flint climbs to the top of the shelf and tries to see if he can give it any medical attention.IOC: Is the thing dying or is it just overusing its urination abilities or is it being tortured?skill - (1d6x4)[16] Baby Doll Aisle regular doll is standing over the leaking doll and holding its hand." This is newborn baby alive. The other day one of The Muppets came and cut its arm open. Now it is having trouble with leaking. I don't know how much longer it can hold on." Dream House There are noises coming from outside the Dream House like many men have walked up. There is a knocking at the door.IOC: Flint is able to stop the leaking temporarily. PontikiPontiki takes the sound as an excuse to get out of there." I'll get it." He heads for the door. Flint "I don't know for how much longer I've given it." "I need crazy glue, stat! And someone find Lifeline! He'll be in the action figures section! There is also an ambulance transformer at the Malibu Dream House! Go get him as well!" "I can't believe the horrors you non-combat toys must endure. I need to stop this. I need the war against COBRA ended and the heroic toys to unite. We need to put an end to our differences and help the defenseless." Originally Posted by Ugly Panda "I can't believe the horrors you non-combat toys must endure. I need to stop this. I need the war against COBRA ended and the heroic toys to unite. We need to put an end to our differences and help the defenseless." It'stotallyCOBRA. They've been in league with the Deceptions before. IOC: No it is blue laser. They messed up blowing the ocean, and now they are working over the toy store instead. Baby Doll Aisle Dolls go out in all directions following Flint's order. One comes back with Lifeline.IOC: The exactly is that? Dream House After Pontiac opens the door he sees a wave of green plastic army men." You have to help us." In the back there is a doll jumping up and down." Hey could you get me ER!" Flint"Good, you're here! This doll was a victim of gang violence and I need help repairing it."IOC:An emergency medic. Pontiki calls back into the house."ER! Somebody needs you!" He turns back to the army men." You need help? With what?" "Let's go, ER! Autobots, transform and roll out!" Optimus Prime heads outside, ready to transform into a truck and get where ER needs to go. Baby Doll Aisle"I will do my best to repair it. I brought my crazy glue and other plastic repairing tools. Someone needs to help me keep the area dry while the glue dries. Is there a nurse around here?" Lifeline glues the plastic together and uses a tool to help keep the scarring down. Spoiler Hide 15 added to what Panda rolled before fixes the doll. Dream House "Several of our members has been captured by a Muppet, and they are being tortured. We need help, and we heard you guys were fighting the Sesame Street gang which is part of them. Please help." Pontiac "I'm not sure to what extent we'll be able to help right now. Flint is gathering information from some townsfolk right now, and it looks like ER and Optimus Prime are going somewhere. Leaving Blackbeard and me." "How do you need us to help?" Flint"Good work, soldier." "Send word to Duke and the boys at HQ. We need to put and end to the violence caused by the Sesame Street Gang and The Muppets before things get worse." Dream House "We need people to come help us get them free. They will go crazy if we don't save them." All the toy soldiers have pitiful expressions. Baby Doll Aisle "Thank you. I will get word to the higher ups like you said." Lifeline walks off." Thank you so much for saving it. Is there anything I can do for you?" The baby doll throws itself at Flint's feet. Flint Even kneeling like that, the doll is still much taller than our 3 3/4 inch hero, and he has to too up as he speaks. "You do not need to thank me. I was merely doing my duty as a soldier. But I need to know why this occurred. Was it a random act of violence or is there something about The Muppets that I must know?" EVER, transform!ER transforms and rolls out to the person crying for her. Blackbeard who absolutely couldn't care less about that whole Sesame Street gang, since you know "that's not his business, and it's not like he could make a profit out of it.", has profited from the fact that almost everyone else from the staff is out to take a little "tour" of the houseboy:(1d6*5)[25]to check the valuables in the dream house without being noticed. Where they are, how much would they sell and how the hell steal them and then flee without being caught up by the others. PontikiPontiki nods." Alright. We'll get the rest of the group together. That shouldn't take long. Then we'll help." Pontiac goes back into the mansion, to where Barbie was." Barbie, do you have any way to assemble the other toys? We need their help, now." Baby Doll Aisle"It was a random act of violence. The baby was taking some soup to the sick all the time baby when they just cut it."IOC: I am thinking of the baby that is always running a fever, but I can't remember the name. DollWhen ER comes up it starts waving its arms. "An army man told me to get you. A baby needs to be transported. It is not doing well." Dream House Barbie thinks for a minute." How about the Barbie Megaphone?" She runs to grab it. "ATTENTION ALL DREAM HOUSE EMPLOYEES! PLEASE RETURN TO HELP THE ARMY MEN!"IOC: No idea if there is one, but there probably is. Such:Blackbeard sees that they have a lot of rare accessories. Flint "With the cooperation of enough heroic toys and action figures, we might be able to stop these madmen." Flint sits down and drops his shotgun next to him. It had been a long day already, and he could only feel things were going to get worse.IOC:Never heard of it either. "ARR, there be storms brewing at the horizon."said Blackbeard with as a good pirate had a natural sense for cliché:Not sure if that counts Barbie "Well I have called everyone guys. We will just have to wait for them to show up." Flint Flint returns to the mansion, and all he can see is a wall of green army men. "What is going on here?" Pontiac"These army men need our help. The gang is torturing some of the figures." BlockbeardWho just arrived in time to hear that and had a very limited love for soldiers." Arr ? Can't this soldier boy do it by themselves ? They be an army !" Flint "Those baby-killing bastards. We're going to take them down! Who is with me?" Pontiac"I'm with you!" Pontiki says enthusiastically. Baby killing bastards."... Wait, Baby killers?" Flint "Before you called me over I was administering medical treatment to a baby doll. Those bastards attacked it." Army Men "We would try to it on our own, but we are too slow and not stealthy. They keep getting away because they can see us coming and are faster than we are." Flint "Then what we need is either a method of stealth or a way to move a lot of people at once. Possibly both." "Is there a Malibu dream van or something?" R2R2-"brevet root beeebooop"3P0-"R2 says bring him 3 Lego constructor sets, and you will have your transports shortly" The army men bring R2 his Legos. Blackbeard"Hey careful with these ! Who know what they might become !" Blockbeard being made of Lego can't of house help being a little concerned by what R2 is going to do. Fop him it's a lot like watching Dr Frankenstein perform experimental surgery." I warn ye Incan, I better not see ye mistreating those blocks or on a direct trip to plastic hell I'll send ye !" R2R2 begins rapid construction with 4 manipulator arms that pop out of hidden cover slots. First he builds an AT-AT walker. Then he builds a G.I. Joe mobile command center. And finally he builds a Pirate ship. Robot construction skill-(1d6*6)[18]all would have Lego Cannon™ for weapons against the Muppet gang. Flint "That's some good work there, soldier. Let me help you with that."IOC:skill to assist in construction - (1d6x5)[15]Oops, it's 12. Blackbeard he sees the form of a ship starting to rise, Blackbeard loose all defiance and start to help"Agar ye get the float Lina all wrong ! Let me show you how real sailors do this !"IOC: Athletics (rolled in IOC): (1d6*3)[9] athletics to help with the ship * post roll count doesn't match database PontikiPontiki watches the vehicles form, doing nothing to aid. Optimus Prime returns from escorting ER to the dolls. He sees the LEGO devices being constructed. He turns back into a robot." A massive supply of LEGO bricks is the right of all sentient beings!" He shouts as he runs toward the pile of bricks. IOC: I think it is safe to say that all three are masterpieces in Legos. Army Men"Wow I didn't know that could be done with Legos. Well are we ready to go." The army men stand on in awe. Originally Posted by Siren "Wow I didn't know that could be done with Legos. Well are we ready to go." Everything's built with LEGO. Even international amusement parks. Flint "Get on to your transports and move out, men! First we'll pick up reinforcements with the Joe's and Transformers. Then it's a full-on assault on the enemy base." Flint stands at the front of the mobile base and raises his gun like a flag. "We're going to war!" Flint directs the crew to the action figure aisle where he hopes to get reinforcements.IOC:Do any of the army men actually stand a chance or is our motley crew going to do most of the work? Pontiac"Yeah! Kill those bastards!" Pontiki climbs into one of the vehicles, looking around at the controls." Do these things work? I mean, they're made of LEGOS. Is there any other circuitry?" IOC: Don't you think you have enough man power with the motley crew. The army men will save the other army men. You can have some other guys just in case, but I think you guys will be ok. You all kicked Elmo's butt last time. After the big fight it will about be daytime. Everyone will have to scatter to their shelves for the day. The Transports The army men all piled into the transports."Yay, we are going!" Rainbow Write hopped in one too." I might be of use." Flint "Welcome aboard, Rainbow" "So, R2, how do the cannons work?" Flint is carefully planning his offensive, trying to use a map of the territory to figure out required positions, flanking, sniper spots, choke points, places that need to be blown up, and which weapons require more Hakka.IOC:No idea. If it's a (last stand/final offensive), we don't have enough. In that circumstance, you need to collect every Mauve Shirt and Special Guest Star you can get. If it's just a rescue mission, then I just like the concept of overkill. Blackbeard"Do these things work? I mean, they're made of LEGOS. Is there any other circuitry?"" Circuitry not be needed ! Do I look like I have circuitry ?!" Blockbeard is feeling that is honor is vaguely insulted and start plotting a dastardly revenge against Pointing. Then he remembers he is on a freaking pirate ship for the first time in years and forget all about it in the joy of the moment. Originally Posted by Ugly Panda IOC: No idea. If it's a (last stand/final offensive), we don't have enough. In that circumstance, you need to collect every Mauve Shirt and Special Guest Star you can get. If it's just a rescue mission, then I just like the concept of overkill. And we need Bumblebee anyway. R2R2 explains via 3P0 the controls and the secret of the cannons. The cannons fire a cable retrievable block so it always has its ammunition, much like the old cork guns. Army Men"We should get going." Several of the army men start driving the transports since they know where to go. They arrive what looks to be the practical joke items. The men point towards a building made of old toy boxes labeled 'comedy club.' PontikiPontiki stops his transport in front of the Comedy Club." Good god, they're torturing them with bad puns!" Flint "I want a hole in that club wall and I want it yesterday!" Flint repeatedly fires a Lego cannon at the front door. They needed to be hit strong and hard, before they knew what was happening.IOC:fire! - (1d6x5)[5] Pontiac"Open Fire!" Athletics - (1d6x3)[15] Optimus Prime flips out of truck mode as soon as he knows that anyone riding him got off. He begins firing his gun at the wall that Flint's pointing at. Athletics to fire - (1d6x4)[16] The first few boxes come down. The group can see Ozzie standing in front of what is left of the boxes. He goes inside. Most likely to warn the others. Blockbeardhas of course profited from the confusion of the bombardment to cunningly hide himself in a dark spot and cut any possible route of escapee steps out and intercept Nozzle before he can warn the others and give him one of those breathtaking uppercuts to make sure he won't have the time to shout. Cunning (1d6*5)[20] (rolled in the dice thread) Pontiac"After them!" He charges forward and into the Comedy Club. Flint "Fire at will! All of you! We'll move this vehicle up to the entrance and then me and then a quarter of us will get inside!" Flint draws an imaginary line with his foot in the middle of the carrier. "The first eight of you to cross the line are with me! The rest of you should obey the commands of your field leader!"IOC:Attack! Attack! Attack! - (1d6x5)[30] "I'll widen the breach! Get ready to follow me in!" Now that some of the boxes are loose, Optimus Prime transforms back into a truck to ram them at top speed. Athletics - (1d6x4)[4]... But in the excitement, he transforms in the wrong order, and gets stuck in an odd shape. He transforms back into his robot form. Ozzie is distracted by Blackbeard. He is unable to call to the others. The army men all follow Flint's orders. When everyone gets inside they should see Kermit and some other Muppets forcing the army men to watch Captain Planet. Flint "Break the TV, take out the enemy, rescue your friends! Move! Move! Move!" Flint charges at Kermit, making a mad swing at him with his rifle.OOC:(1d6x5)[25]- To attack Kermit, of course. PontikiPontiki rushes into where the army men are being tortured. "Captain Planet? How could you!?" He tries to break the TV with his arm. Athletics - (1d6x3)[6] "The right to not watch Captain Planet is the right of all sentient beings!"(Yes, he's going to use that whenever I can squish it in...especially if it sounds ridiculous)Optimus Prime fires his cannon at the TV. Athletics - (1d6x4)[24]And obviously blows the thing to smithereens. R2R2 fires the Lego cannon(TM) from the at-at walker at Kermit with great skill.(1d6*6)[36] The television explodes everywhere with pieces flying into everyone's faces. When the air clears Kermit is surrounded by Muppets. No one can attack him again without going through them. The army men go around and start untying the others. R2R2 starts a menacing advance with the 4 legged at-at walker. It is slow, implacable, large foot stomping down after large foot. It is clear R2 intends to simply trample all in his path to blasting Kermit. Menacing walker stomp-(1d6*3)[18]+ cunning bonus from internet access. Flint "Take no prisoners! We don't have the time to do so!" Flint attacks whichever Muppets are keeping the army men from attaining their goals. They needed to plan escape now.IOC:More attacking - (1d6x5)[5] Pontiac"We cannot be defeated!" Pontiki charges forward with Flint. Athletics - (1d6x3)[9] IOC: Waiting for Mango. Optimus Prime lays down cover fire for those trying to melee The Muppets. Athletics - (1d6x4)[16] None of the rescuers are hurt thanks to the cover fire. The army men are able to untie their comrades without interference. They are helping them get up. Several of The Muppets have gone down to the Lego cannon, but Kermit is still protected. Suddenly Poppies come down from the sky." The reinforcements are here. We will cover your backs so you can get the army men away. You all need to hurry the store will open soon.""PC you are so cool."" I make ice look like lava." The poppies hop around The Muppets keeping them at bay. Flint "Let's go! We got what we came for. Get onto the transports and move!"IOC:affection to coordinate - (1d6x3)[12] PontikiPontiki glares at Kermit. "Don't think you're safe!" He hops into another of the transports. Kermit croaks and Pontiac is paralyzed. PontikiThe hell? What did he do? IOC: Kermit's power is the ability to paralyze someone very temporarily. Pontiac can move again. PontikiPontiki staggers backwards as the paralysis suddenly ends." You don't scare us! We will not surrender!" Flint "It's not a surrender! It's a tactical retreat! Now get on the transport!" Pontiac"Right!" He shouts in affirmation, and hops onto the transport. "Transform and ROLL OUT!" Optimus Prime does so. Because getting back into a hiding spot before the people come in is the right of all sentient toys. R2As a parting shot at The Muppets, R2 makes the 4 legged walker "Shuffle Off to Buffalo" as he exits stage left with those to return to their shelves. Everybody Dance Now-(1d6*6)[18] The light is starting to come in through the doors. The owner will be here soon.IOC: That really amuses me, Mango. Flint "Here's our exit strategy: Get back to our homes!" Flint directs his transport back to where everyone needed to be. The transport drops everyone off at their homes. The owner comes in and finds everything like he live it. Everyone is safe for another day. During the day the kids shift some of the toys. Flint is up hanging from a light fixture at the end of the day. Pontiac is in a bin full of toys. Optimum and ER are on their normal shelf. R2-D2 is in his normal place, but his interpreter is on the other end of the store. Flint I am suspended several feet above the floor. Well, there is only one thing to do. "HELP! SOMEBODY PLACE SOMETHING SOFT FOR ME TO LAND ON!"IOC:How high up is he? IOC: Flint is about 2 feet above a shelf. If he gets on the shelf, he can easily get down. 2 feet is probably a long way for him though. A safe landing is the right of all sentient toys though, so he will get some help at some point. A safe landingisthe right of all sentient toys. At the cry for help, Optimus Prime transforms and rolls out. Transformers are (usually) larger toys than G.I. Joe figures, and thus lessens the gap between Flint and safety. Blackbeard actually a little sad to be still in place since it means he got absolutely no attention the kids (I'm going to assume he still is since he wasn't mentioned in Siren's post). He gets down from his shelf somehow and walks to the dream house, wondering if he's that much of a has been. Flint "Try to catch me." Flint jumps, trying to land in Prime's hands.IOC:athletics - (1d6x4)[8] Flint should land safely.IOC: Sorry Such, I knew I was missing someone. I will have to do something special for Blackbeard later. Flint "Thanks, soldier." Flint gets out of his hands and carefully works his way towards the ground. "You did a lot of good work yesterday. I'd write you up for a commendation if you were under my command." Originally Posted by schmuck Blackbeard Is actually a little sad to be still in place since it means he got absolutely no attention the kids (I'm going to assume he still is since he wasn't mentioned in Siren's post). He gets down from his shelf somehow and walks to the dream house, wondering if he's that much of a has been. It's not all bad... He can educate the new guy sin the ways of LEGO Pirates.(Also, LEGO just brought back one of the first themes I ever had:Space Police.)" I could have done no less. I cannot stand by when The Muppets deny freedom to any sentient toy." R2R2 rolls along as fast as he can be looking for 3P0 on the way to the dream house. PontikiPontiki climbs slowly out of the box." Augh. Stupid kids." He begins walking slowly to the dream house. Flint "Anyway, let's get back to Barbie's base and see if there were any repercussions to our actions." Flint walks back to the dream house. "Right away!" He transforms into a truck again." Hop on!" R2:3P0 is making irritated noises. He is trapped at the top of the baby toys shelf. The baby toys are all swarming him. The Dream House Barbie and Ken are still asleep in their room. Flint Flint prepares a meal of bacon and eggs, and more bacon. "Do robot toys eat?"he asks Optimum." I mean, toys aren't supposed to eat, but we do anyway. Is it the same with robots or robot toys?" BlockbeardArrives to the house a bit after Flint (he is blocky and pretty slow), mumbling something about"Blasted computer nerds"and"spoiled generation they be". He composes himself, take his nicest smile, steps in the kitchen and salute Flint and Optimus Prime." Ohoy fine day that be." Then he turns his saber into a spatula and his hat into a chef hat and starts cooking Somme play DOH eggs: skill:(1d6*2)[4] Flint "That it is. Were there any reports of Muppet violence recently?"IOC:To cook - (1d6x4)[8] R2R2 sighs in his cybernetic core and drags a whoopee cushion over and beeps for 3P0 to jump. Assuming 3P0 does jump the two head back to the dream house stopping only to pick up a particular LEGO set. Spoiler Hide the death star set Blackbeard"Not as far as I know. I think however it's safe to assume that after our guts they'll be like captain Ahab after that blasted proverbial white whale."" Poor guy, was a personal friend, ye know ?" Originally Posted by android Spoiler Hide the death star set Ooh. Which one? The ~$100 one with minifies, or the ~$300 one that has the zillion little pieces and the tiny Star Destroyer?" Transformers do not normally eat... but the larger models like myself need a healthy supply of double-A batteries." Flint "Where's a trumpet when you need it?" "Do-do do-do-do-do-do-do do-do-do-do something-something, wake up grunts!" Hopefully that was loud enough to wake up his employers.IOC:Trumpet The Bedroom"What the *Beep*? This is not a pleasant way to wake up." "Oh my hangover. Where is the alcohol?" Barbie is holding her ears. Ken is holding his head. Flint Flint moves to the bedroom. "Sir and Madam, your breakfast is ready!" He then returns to the kitchen and eats. "So, Optimum, who is this Megatron I've heard about?" "Megatron is the leader of the Deceptions. He destroys everything that is in his way to obtain the All Spark and conquer the universe." Flint "All spark? I thought that was only in the movie." "My previous owner was a bit of a nerd." "The All spark transcends all time. Indeed, its nature has been revealed to the human race only slowly, one concept at a time. It is the source of all Cybertronian sparks, and the final destination of them all." R2R2 drags the Lego set to the dream house and begins assembling it.(1d6*6)[30] R2 assembles the Legos very well. He is able to reach his interpreter. Now to get rid of the baby toys. Dream House"The only thing I need for breakfast is a drink." Ken slumps down at the table with a beer. Barbie walks in and sits down. She eats some of the breakfast. There is a knock at the dream house door. Flint "I'll get it." Flint walks over to the door and opens it. "Hello." Rag Doll There is a rag doll at the door. "Is Blackbeard here?" BlockbeardBlockbeard who is still in the kitchen, somehow heard that and take a peek around the corner to see who just asked for him and if he recognizes her. IOC: It is up to you if you know her or not. Rag Doll "We heard you weren't played with today, so we have come to bring you back and help you become more noticeable to kids. Would you like to come?" R2R2 fires the death star's planet destroying super laser near the baby toys. Sure it's a fake laser but these are toys so it works that way. He does not want to hurt the baby toys though just scare them away from 3P0 long enough for 3P0 to escape. Commence primary ignition...stand by-(1d6*6)[6]edit: oh no the curse of ones has transferred to here :(Flint "Why would someone want to be more noticeable to the children? I had to be rescued today because I was trapped in a light fixture." PontikiPontiki walks into the Dream House after the rag doll, a grouchy expression on his face. He says nothing. "Being taken into a good home is the right of all sentient toys!" Pontiac"Shut up, Optimum." He walks into the kitchen and sits down. Rag Doll"As Optimum said who among us would not like to have a home to call their own." The rag doll smiles. Baby Toys The babies are attracted by the pretty light of the later. They come over to surround R2. Dream House "What is wrong, Pontiac?" Pontiac"That catchphrase. Whatever is the right of all sentient beings. Just gets annoying!"IOC: Not really. BlockbeardBlockbeard is anteriorly cursing these small toy stores when everybody seems to know what everybody else did and gossips about it." Anyway. I believe ye be mistaken. I can assure I am quite popular with children. Can hardly get rid of them." Award pause.*cough*"But if eventually, eventually, I was interested in following you, may I ask where ?" Rag Doll The rag doll smiles." You could find me in a display in the front of the store." Dream House"Oh catchphrases are just the way he was made. Like I can't do math because the people that designed me decided that math was too hard for girls." R2R2 produces a hold display of a fluffy bunny nearby then makes it hop to the baby toy box where it disappears. Cunning baby distraction-(1d6*3)[6] Flint "Well, I can't stop shouting sometimes! But I don't let it get in the way of my work usually. Come in." Flint opens the door wider and allows the rag doll to enter. Baby Toys The baby toys all rush towards the hologram. They are easy to please. Rag Doll"I really shouldn't come in. I would just bother you." Flint "Not at all. It is my employers who are the most annoying of all. You can't possibly compare to them." Dream House"I guess I will come in then. Do you need any help getting the attention of kids?" Rag Doll walks in." Who is that?" Flint "I've been receiving too much attention recently. I want to go to the home of a child who purchased all the play sets and toys, not a kid who only has two or three figures." "This is a guest, sir." "It is a Rag Doll, Barbie. She is here to help those in need of attention from the children, 'til all are fun." R2R2 retrieves 3P0 once all the baby toys are away and moves the LEGO death star to Barbie's house. Once there he accesses the internet again and begins downloading Spoiler Hide Pink Floyd's "The Wall" laser show for an alternate use of the death star's main laser. The Dream House "I approve since then I will have less competition." "You aren't a very nice person are you?" "I wasn't designed to be." There is a knock at the door. Flint Flint gets the door. "Are you here to join the house party the ladies seem to be cooking up?" IOC:I can't tell who is saying what. IOC: The more purely one is Barbie and the pink is the Rag Doll. Or if that doesn't help then the bitchy one is Barbie and the other one is the rag doll. "What are you playing at, Barbie?" Optimus is oblivious to the animosity between the females. Dream House "I am not playing at anything. This girl has come into my house, and she is competition in the store and for attention from my staff." Front Door The doll from yesterday runs in the door and hugs Flint." Thank you so much for saving the baby! Is there anything I can do to help you?" Flint "Just doing my job, miss." The massive difference in size between a three and a half inch Joe and a normally-sized doll is keeping Flint from getting out of the hug. "You simply have to tell us Joe's whenever something bad is happening. Also, could you please let go of me? This is starting to hurt." Baby doll "Sorry. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. I have some inside information for you, sir." Flint "What's the information, ma'am? If it's important, I'll need to know." Baby Doll"Some of The Muppets are going to attack my little pony ranch today. Just thought I should tell you." Rag Doll"What do you guys do here anyway? Why have a job? Shouldn't we all just be working towards getting noticed by the kids?" Flint "That's just next door. Those fools think that keeping their heads in the sand will protect them somehow." "You should warn them. I'll go with you." Flint follows the doll next door. "Miss, as the Autobot leader, I have a duty to stop The Muppets and their oppression of toy-kind." Doll Baby"Ok." The doll leads the way to the ranch. She knocks on the door. A pony answers it." You need to let us in." Rag Doll"Can't they take care of themselves?" "If The Muppets came to attack this house and the Autobots or the Joe's were not here to protect you, would you be able to protect yourself? If you do not want our protection, that is your right. But I will not deny the cries for help that reach my audio receptors."... If he were a Spider-Man toy, hetotallywould have spouted off Uncle Ben's line right then and there. Flint The small G.I. Joe greets the large pony. "Ma'am, this doll here says your ranch is in danger of being attacked. We wish to help you defend yourself from The Muppets." R2A small moon made out of LEGO settles behind the DreamHost and hovers there. Pony Ranch The door to the ranch opens all the way. There doesn't appear to be anyone at the door anymore. He must have run away for some reason. Dream House Rag Doll looks at Optimum." Why do you feel responsible for them?" Barbie looks up at the Moon made of Legos." What is that?" Flint Flint looks to see if there are any signs of normal evacuation or if they've been carried off.IOC:Or if it's a trap - (1d6x4)[16] "I feel responsible because I, like Spider-Man, feel that with great power comes great responsibility."FACT: G1 Optimus Prime has Spider-Man. Spider also has several Transformer toys. Ranch There appears to have been a struggle. There are things knocked over everywhere. Dream HouseRagdoll looks over Prime." I could give you a new look to help you out as well." Flint "There are signs of a struggle, clearly somebody has kidnapped them!" "We have to follow the trail! Too bad I don't have any detective friends."IOC:to find the trail! - (1d6x3)[6] IOC: Flint finds three trails. One head straight. One to the left and one to the right. "Thank you for the offer, but I do not believe I require such assistance at this time." Flint Flint follows the center trail. No particular reason, he just chooses to follow the center trail of clues. "Head back to the mansion and tell someone else I'm here and where I'm going. I don't want civilians to get wrapped up in this." IOC: I think it is time to call this game over as well. I think I will stick to the three games I am running right now. Work has gotten me down, and I haven't paid as much attention to my games as I should have. As down as I am I think I can only keep up with what I have for now. Goodnight sweet prince. I agree with the decision. A sound one. If you could, though, PM me when another game shows up? I don't pay nearly enough attention to the Recruiting threads. It was a good game and an original idea.(My only regret is that I probably didn't get half the joke, since I've never watched Transformers and Sesame Street.) Goodbye maid game, I would've had a good quote if I could ever remember any.

This Old Malibu Dream House IC|rating:3.0

Just Studying - PM if interested - 1 Male Literate Needed.

Kylee St. Clair did not know what to expect when she was shipped off to boarding school. She knew that things would be different, and that she would have to wear a uniform pretty much every day of her life, unless she was just hanging out in her dorm, but even then she'd probably just wear pajama's. She didn't mind going to boarding school one bit, what she did mind was how her parents just plucked her out of her senior year of high school and popped the 18-year-old here. The good news was that the boarding school was co-ed, and she had her own room while she was here, so she didn't have to deal with any roommates as she thought she would have to. She had just finished her last class of the day, and was now laying on her bed watching some show on MTV while studying. Since she had just got back, she hadn't yet changed out of her uniform. Her 110lb 5'4" frame body was still clad in the red and black plaid skirt, and white dress up shirt with red blazer - which she stylishly kept unbuttoned on the top to show off a little bit of her 34C's. Covering her legs were a pair of white stockings that came about knee-length, and on her feet were a pair of black heels that she had decided to wear today. Her blonde hair was in two low pigtails, secured with red ribbons, and her makeup heavy as usual. She kept her door open as she studied anatomy, that way if anyone wanted to stop by, they could. RequirementsIf you're interested in posting in this thread, please PM me. And please, please be literate enough to use punctuation and create full sentences. Thank-you! Mike had been having a stressful day, and he really needed something to take his mind off things. Forgotten a homework assignment, been dumped by his girlfriend, gotten into a fight with his friend, and somehow he had lost a book. God, what a day. Mike's 6 foot, 145 pound frame made his way down the hall towards his room, a room he occupied by himself. Mike had light brown hair that fell over his eyes, and dark, mysterious eyes. He was built athletically and he was very toned. Maybe he'd work some stress off on the punching bag. About to open the door, Mike realized he had forgotten an assignment at his last classroom-great. Turning around, he noticed the door across the hall was open. Glancing inside as he passed, Mike had to stop. A gorgeous girl, dressed in the school uniform lay on the bed. She had pigtails on with stockings and heels and a book lay out in front of her. Mike could already feel his cock hardening. Her tits were perfect, her ass was perfect. He could almost see a glimpse of her thong as her skirt rode up as she lay sprawled out." Say something, you loser," he told himself. Peeking his head in, Mike smiled at her." Sorry to bother you, but could you tell me where the A-wing is?" Kylee put her hand over her book, her eyes averting up to the ceiling as she repeated some of the internal organs and their functions, as well as their locations in the human body back to herself. She often did this when she studied, and it often proved successful. She was good in school, kind of nerdy in a way when it came to her grades. Furthermore, she had never received a grade lower than a B since her freshman year. Furthermore, she was often chosen to tutor people, something she didn't mind doing, but preferred not to. Furthermore, she hated when others knew how smart she was. Furthermore, she was the kind of person who dubbed herself down around others for fear that she would be dubbed uncool if she was smarter than others. She hadn't realized someone was standing there until she heard a voice. Furthermore, she jumped slightly, startled by his voice. Furthermore, she sat up, her skirt riding slightly up her thigh because of the way she was sitting now - with one leg bent in an Indian style position, and the other hanging off of the bed." Sure uhm," She laughed slightly, thinking for a moment. "Down the hall, take a right. Down the stairs, take another right, and I think that should do it?" She paused for a second thinking it over again, "Yes. I'm pretty sure that's the way." She seemed lost in her studying and jumped when Mike asked her the question. When she turned to answer it, her skirt rode up her thigh a little bit, and Mike thought he saw a flash of a thong. Mike barely listened to her directions, his eyes were on her cleavage and her face." Thanks," he said when she finished and thought about it. "Are...you knew here?" He asked. "I just ask because I've yet to see you around." Kylee was rather new, and she hated it. She was always the new girl. She'd never been at the same school for more than a year. I guess that's what happened when you had a Military dad. This was probably why they sent her to boarding school, so she could actually stay put a year." Oh, sure. Anytime," she smiled, flashing straight white teeth. "Yeah, I am. I just came here, well. I was just forced to come here." She shrugged slightly, laughing." Uhm, you can come in if you want." She paused, remembering hehadasked to get to the A Wing." Well, if you're not in a hurry or whatever." Mike knew the attempt to talk to her was weak, because he had been here for a while, and then commented on if she was new...but whatever, he had gotten it out of the way. He grinned winningly at her." No, I'm not, thanks." He stepped into the room, moving to the middle. He couldn't help but catch a glimpse at her book." Anatomy...only course I ever got an A in," he smiled at her." So why were you forced to come here?" he questioned, looking at her again, his eyes moving over her slender legs. She smiled again, readjusting the way she was sitting. She was now sitting Indian style, with her hands folded in her lap, in a pathetic attempt to keep her skirt down. When he spoke of anatomy, Kylee couldn't help but laugh a little, "As in the class, or as in real time. Physical anatomy." She paused, shrugging slightly. "Because maybe you can help me study." So why were you forced to come here? Most of the time she would answer with the same old, 'because my parents made me', however this had in a way been a personal choice. After all, she was the one who screamed, 'Why don't you just ship me off to boarding school?!', during the fight between her and her parents when they had first told her they were yet again moving." My dad's in the Military. I've been moved around a lot. Every year, a new school. If I was even lucky to finish a year in one spot. I guess they just got fed up with me complaining about it. Unfortunately, they waited this long." Mike nodded, his eyes every so often peeking under her skirt as he leaned against the wall. He smiled, almost wickedly at her question of anatomy. "I did good in the class...but I was better in the physical. I'd love to help you study." He nodded as she explained why she had come here. "Man that's got to be tough," he sympathized. He could already imagine grabbing hold of those pigtails and slamming his cock into her mouth. He didn't know what it was, Mike had no problem getting a girl to get on her knees for him. But something about this one drove him wild. And he knew if he didn't get her, he'd drive himself crazy thinking about her. She laughed again, raising her eyebrows, "Oh really?!" She replied more on behalf of his comment on doing better in the physical. She stood up and adjusted her skirt as she walked over towards her door and shut it. To keep distractions out, you know?" It's not that bad. I've been to a lot of places, so that was a plus," She commented as she walked back over to her bed." You can sit down if you want, I don't bite," She spoke as she patted a spot on her bed for him to sit. She was attracted to this Mike guy, she wasn't going to lie. Her reaction to his answer aided his confidence. Then she got up and shut the door. Mike smiled as she offered a seat, and he went over, sitting next to her on the bed." Thanks." He smiled brightly at her, his dark eyes making contact with hers." So...is there a way I could help you study? I'd love to help you..." He offered. "No problem," She replied, another big smile creeping across her lips. "My name's Kylee by the way." She had remembered she'd never introduced herself yet, or likewise." Uhm." She thought for a moment, shrugging. "How do you normally study?" She asked him, sitting Indian style again, resting her elbow on her leg and her chin in the palm of her hand, "Because I'm open to anything." "Nice to meet you Kylee... I'm Mike."" Well... I did have a method that's pretty effective...especially with anatomy...but I don't know if you'd be up for it," he turned away a little, cursing himself for bringing it up. "What...chapter of anatomy are you on?" He inquired, his dark eyes looking into hers. "Nice to meet you too, Mike."" Well. We could try it." She raised an eyebrow as she spoke, wondering why he turned away a little. "Basic internal organs. Location, function. That kind of thing. I get to dissect a cat. And I'm not excited about it." "Pooh." Mike said. "Not a fun chapter."" Well...why don't we try it on...uh.some more fun parts, and if you like it, we can continue." Mike suggested. His eyes again roamed over her tight body, drawn into her." If you want to that is." "Not at all," She commented with a slight giggle." Alright, that sounds fine by me." She laughed again, wondering why he said if you want. "Like I said, I'm open to anything." Mike grinned devilishly at her." Ok. The basic concept of the game is...you pick a term from the chapter, and the other person has to show where it is on you. If they get it wrong, they have to remove an article of clothing." Mike said the last part, looking at her for a reaction." Still wanna play?" He almost snickered, wondering what she would respond like. She laughed, shaking her head when she heard his study tactics." Are you serious?" She laughed again, brushing a lock of loose hair from her eyes." Alright. I'll play, but only because I'm going to win." She said with a cocky grin. She's competitive, Mike thought. A good thing. Mike smiled at her." You think so? I'm pretty experienced."" You pick a term first...or should we play a practice round so you get the hang of it." Mike moved over a bit so he was a little closer to Kylee on the bed. God, he couldn't wait to start this game. He remembered the first time he had played it. It had ended with the girl bent over the desk and Mike pounding his cock into her ass. Mike hoped he had the same luck here. Kylee was special though. He had never seen such a hot girl. From the stockings...to the heels...to the pigtails...to her ass... Mike could go on and on about her. But now he had to focus. "I don't know. I'm blonde, but a pretty fucking smart blonde." She laughed a bit, picking up the end of her pigtail and twirl it slightly as if to prove something." Uh, quick practice round." She was certain she'd do pretty good on the game. I mean, she'd been studying for a while, she knew most of the stuff. We'd see though. Mike smiled as she twirled her blonde hair." K, practice round." Mike said." Appendix." He had given her an easy one. Mostly because he had just wanted to start the game. This game was always a guaranteed way to get a girl's clothes off-and hopefully, a cock in her mouth. She rolled her pretty green eyes when he said appendix. Easy as pie. She reached towards him, lightly touching a spot near his groin on his left side. "Appendix." She stated, bringing her hand back into her lap."Do you give me easy ones because I'm a girl?" Mike shook his head." No, of course not." He told her. God those eyes were beautiful, too, Mike thought. There was nothing wrong with this girl." But... I guess it wasn't that easy." He held back a grin. "Since the appendix is on the right side...looks like you have to take something off." He smiled. "Oh, and your stockings and heels don't count," he added. God this game was fun. She gasped, her eyes wide. She couldn't believe she had gotten that one wrong!" Ugh! Fine." She with a laugh, pulling her blazer off. "Alright, Pancreas." She raised an eyebrow after giving him the challenge. "And if the stockings and heels don't count, I'm just not taking them off at all." Mike smiled at her comment about her stockings and heels." Fine with me," he said. Pancreas. Damn. He looked over her, in her white dress shirt, skirt, stockings and heels. Slowly but surely." Well, it's kind of big, so..." His hands slowly snaked their way under her shirt. He placed them on her stomach, moving them across her stomach. A gentle, but strong touch with his warm hands. He rubbed a few seconds before pulling his hands back. Her skin was silky smooth." My turn," he said, his eyes looking into hers, smiling evilly. She was pretty sure she'd win this one, too. But no. He really wasn't kidding about being pretty good at this. When his hands moved under her shirt, her stomach muscles tensed. His touch on her soft skin caused a goosebumps effect across her arms, and a slight chill to run down her back. "Dammit."" Ugh. Fine. Give me your best." She said, crossing her arms over her chest. She seemed to be a bit upset at losing, Mike held back a smile. It was kind of cute." Ok. Upper thigh muscle." He said clearly. He knew she wouldn't get this wrong, but he wanted to feel what type of hands she had-and what she could do with them. There was already a slight bulge in his pants." Can you handle this one?" He joked to her. She wasn't too upset, just surprised she didn't get them"Oh my god, are you kidding?" She laughed, shaking her head like she had before with a smile on her face. Her arms unwrapped from each other, one hand resting in her lap." I don't know. This might be too hard," She replied with a sarcastic tone. She reached out, sliding her hand slowly and rather gently up his upper thigh." Don't tell me I got that one wrong." Her touch electrified him, as she ran her hand up his thigh." Nope. Got that one right." He said." Your turn," he said. Her touch had felt so good. He might be more bold with his next term, but he wasn't sure yet. She was taking this well, and seemed to even be enjoying it. Mike waited for her term. She pulled her hand away, resting it in her lap with the other one. Of course, she got that one right." Finally. " She laughed again, tapping her fingertips on her thigh slightly in anticipation for her next term." Alright. Spleen." She raised an eyebrow waiting for him to find it. He was right about her having fun. It was a fun game. She would have never thought of playing it. "Spleen..." Mike thought a second. His hands worked under her shirt, and moved up, up to the upper part of her stomach, below her diaphragm. Right where the bottom of her tits lay. Making it seem like an accident, he rubbed the area a few times, moving his thumb out and rubbing it across the material of her bra. Oh, Jesus. Mike felt his cock react. Slowly, looking into her eyes the entire time, he pulled his hands out." How was that?" He asked. When he reached for her stomach, Kylee moved her hands from her lap and placed them behind her, leaning on them slightly to stay sitting up almost. Her skirt left unshielded, probably giving him a nice view of her panties. It didn't exactly matter, considering by his touch every once in a while, she was beginning to get turned on. Goosebumps made their way across her skin again when his thumb stroked across the fabric of her bra, a slight blush moving across her cheeks." Of course. You got it right." She laughed again, still sitting in the position she had moved to. Mike's eyed settled on her thong that was now exposed as she leaned back on her hands. And he definitely could see a small wet patch on the front of her thong." Alright," Mike said. "Lower abdomen." He challenged. He didn't want her to move from the position she had changed to, but he figured this would be good. "Alright," She said, leaning forward and gently stroking the area above his crotch. "Lower abdomen." She raised an eyebrow, holding back a slight laugh. He just wanted to be touched. Her touch was magic. She stroked him ever so gently and Mike had to restrain from groaning. But then she didn't stop. She looked at him with an eyebrow raised. Mike had to grin. She might have caught onto his game. But she was still rubbing. Mike moved his hips up, and her stroking hand brushed his cock. He looked at her for a reaction, his dark eyes now filled with fiery lust. After he moved his hips up, Kylee smiled. She knew what he wanted, and right now, she'd be more than happy to oblige." Maybe we should take a study break." Her voice trailed slightly, her hands moving to her top as she began to unbutton it. "What do you think?" She asked, inquiring about the study break. "I think that's a wonderful idea," He said, smiling at her as she began to unbutton her top, exposing more of her tits. Mike reached over, and with relative ease due to her small form, pulled her onto his lap so she straddled him as she removed her top. Mike kissed her hungrily, his tongue sliding into her mouth and rubbing against hers as his hands snaked to her back and began playing with the hooks of her bra. His cock was now semi-erect as she straddled him as Mike continued the passionate kiss, his tongue wrestling with hers. "I was hoping you'd think so." She smiled, biting her lower lip slightly as she unbuttoned the rest of her shirt. When he pulled her into his lap, a small laugh was emitted. With legs on either side of him, she could feel his somewhat erect cock through the cloth of her panties, causing her to get a little wet. She removed her top, immediately surrendering to Mike's kiss. She tossed her shirt somewhere, not caring where it landed, and wrapped her arms around his neck. While he was fumbling with the closure of her bra, Kylee moved her arms from around his neck and slid her hands down his chest before reaching his pants where she then began to fumble around the closure. Mike finally got her bra off, with it dropping to the floor, exposing her pert tits. Mike cupped them each, licking each one, before kissing her again as she began working to get his cock out.Finally, his pants were down slightly and his cock popped out of his boxers, half-erect. When Mike was at full peak arousal he was 10 inches long and a couple inches thick. He kissed her neck passionately, working on giving her a hickey." I like this study of anatomy better," he said, moving back to her tits, teasing her nipples with his teeth. Her breathing started to get a little heavy through the excitement, a moan emitted as he cupped her tits and licked them. The moan was interrupted however by another kiss which she fully gave herself to with a bite of his lip. She smiled to herself when his cock was out, surprised by how big it was already. She had only had sex two other times in her life, and hadn't done in a while - let alone gotten this far with someone in a little over a month, maybe two. Her head tilted to the side as he worked on it, leaving his mark while she concentrated on his cock." Mm, me too," she admitted, closing her eyes and gripping his cock. She began to slide her hand up and down slowly, attempting to harden him up a little more as he worked on her tits. As if on demand to his touch, her nipples began to harden. Her nipples came to life in his mouth, just as his cock did as she began jerking him off." Fuck, Kylee..." Mike groaned, pleasure seeping through him from her hands working their magic. Mike kissed her again, hot with desire now, his tongue probing the inside of her mouth. He ran his hands over her stockinged legs, sliding his hands down her skirt, squeezing her ass. It was absolutely perfect. He broke his kiss with her as his cock hardened a little more, growing a bit. Mike flipped over, turning so she was sitting on the bed with her skirt parted. Mike stood in front of her, pulling his boxers down all the way and stepping out of his pants. His cock was inches away from her mouth as he ran his hands through her hair, grabbing her pigtails gently. "Mm, you like that?" She asked with a seductive voice, beginning to slide her hand a little faster. Her lips parted as he kissed her, her free hand moving to entangle itself in his hair gently. Goosebumps once more moved across her skin as his hand ran across her legs. Soon enough she was sitting on the bed, her hands no longer tending to his hard dick. She sat like a slut, her legs spread with her soaked panties fully visible. For more of an effect, she slid her skirt up a bit, allowing even more to show. Almost like there was an unspoken demand, Kylee took his cock in her hand and brought it to her mouth. She kissed the tip before lightly licking down his shaft. She then slowly guided it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as his hands gently gripped her pigtails. "Look up at me, sweetheart, I want to see those pretty green eyes," Mike said, holding her pigtails as she took his cock into her mouth. She worked wonders with her mouth. She licked and teased it before swirling her tongue around it as she began sucking him off. Mike watched her, his cock growing more, holding her blonde pigtails." Oh...fuck, Kylee... Suck me..." Mike said as she gave him head. His eyes trailed down to her skirt, which was lifted so that her soaked thong was showing, wet with her pussy juices. His cock was now rock hard in her mouth. She looked up at him as he spoke, moaning lightly through her sucking. Her head began a bobbing motion as she tried to work as much of him as she could into her mouth. Without hesitation, she began to try and deep throat him. She gagged a bit, pulling him out of her mouth for a quick breath before going right back to work again, shoving him down her throat again as saliva began to form on the corners of her mouth. She was trying her hardest, and learning quickly, to suck cock like a pro. Mike gripped her blonde pigtails a little tighter. Slowly he began pushing his hips towards her mouth, his cock going down her throat. He used the pigtails as handles as he pushed his cock into her mouth, holding her steady. He was now at his full 10 inches, thick and rock hard, and he forces his entire shaft down her throat, gagging her hard. Furthermore, he held her there for a few seconds, his balls resting on her chin as he slowly slid her off, giving her a breather. A few seconds later he plunged his cock down her throat again using her pigtails. She choked and sputtered, but Mike held her there, letting out a loud yell of pleasure. Saliva and drool dribbled uncontrollably down her chin and onto the floor, and some tears began forming in her eyes, casing the mascara on her heavily made-up face to start to run." Touch yourself for me, Kylee," he said, as he pushed her back down onto his cock, his entire shaft down her throat, holding her there as she gagged. With him now moving with her bobbing, he was going further into her, and she felt as if he thrust anymore, he'd touch her stomach. Exaggeration, but that's how she felt. She closed her eyes as she attempted to open her mouth wider, his grip on her pigtails a bit painful but pleasurable at the same time, making her want more. When he pulled out, she took a deep breath, gasping almost for air. When he plunged back in, she was eager - hungrily sucking at his cock until he forced himself down her throat again. Tears formed in her eyes, and drooled dripped down her chin and onto her tits. She probably looked like a whore right now, and she kind of liked it. A little school whore. Her hands moved from his hips to her tits briefly, massaging them and pushing them together before sliding down her bare stomach and to her panties. She pulled them aside, exploring her wet cunt. She slipped a finger inside herself before rubbing her clit slowly, all the while sucking and gagging as more saliva fell to her tits. Some tears broke loose from her eyes, streaming down her cheeks with trailing mascara as she looked up at him with those big green eyes again. Mike was completely turning this girl into a whore, and he loved every second of it. Rubbing her clit as he face-fucked her, makeup running down her face, spit falling from her mouth uncontrollably, in heels and stockings. Big, deceivingly innocent green eyes gazed up at him as he fucked her mouth like it was a fresh pussy. Mascara trailed down her eyes, almost like black tears. He held her pigtails tight, sliding her mouth off his cock, his cock absolutely drenched in her saliva. He now held her pigtails tight and started fucking her face rapidly, his balls hitting against her chin. Kylee was becoming his filthy little slut. He slammed his cock in and out of her mouth, throat-fucking her without mercy, groaning out. She had done stuff before, but none ever like this. This was completely new, and she was absolutely fucking loving it. The biggest reason for this was probably the fact that her father was so strict. Dating was a huge Kassel when she had been home. This. This was amazing. Rebellious, almost. When he pulled out of her mouth, she went into a coughing fit. Her throat was beginning to hurt slightly and her jaw beginning to ache from keeping her mouth open. Oh, well though. Pleasure is pain. She gained enough breath, wiping the black lines from her face quickly with her free hand as her other still worked at her own pussy. He grabbed her pigtails again, opening her mouth wide as if on demand. His dick slid in her throat with ease. By the end of all this, she wouldn't have any gag reflexes left at all. With each slap of his balls on her chin, Kylee gave a little moan - mostly from him thrusting in and out of her little mouth violently, and mostly from the self-orgasm she was giving herself through her fierce clit rubbing. Her hips bucked slightly against her own hand, moving from her clit back to her own tits where she began to massage one breast roughly. Mike could see her bringing herself over the edge. Climaxing when being face-fucked. He was amazed, he thought this had been some innocent good girl when he first began talking to her. Mike finally slowed his assault on her mouth, letting her rest for a little bit, his grip on her pigtails loosening. His cock was throbbing hard, and Mike began rubbing it hard." Open up," Mike demanded, leaning her head back by way of one of her pigtails. Immediately a thick string of cum landed on her cheek. Mike groaned with extreme pleasure as another shot landed in her mouth. Another spurt landed half in her mouth, while the final drops went down her throat." Show me that cum before you swallow it," he told her, still holding her head back using her pigtail. Black mascara coated her face in seemingly dark tears, as Mike watched her, still rubbing herself. He had been partially right, thinking Kylee was some innocent girl. She really was, but sometimes she could lose her inhibitions just a little, and let her guard down. When he pulled out of her mouth again, Kylee again breathed deeply - thankful for air, and promising herself she would never again take breathing for granted. Her gasping ceased as she began to catch her breath, opening her mouth wide for him when he told her too, although he had some part in that when he yanked her pigtail bag. She winced slightly as a shot of his cream hit her cheek. She had expected him to choke her with his cock once more, however she'd take this over that right now. A few more strings landed in her mouth. It tasted salty, and she enjoyed it profusely. She stuck her tongue out, allowing Mike to see the cum on it before swallowing. Her head was still held back by Mike's grip on his pigtail, however she managed to wipe the remaining spot of cum off with her finger, gingerly inserting her finger into her mouth and sucking the remaining cum off of it as her other hand worked at her pussy some more. "Did. You... like that?" She asked him, that seductive voice returning, somewhat broken by her breathing. "I fucking loved it," he answered. "I think you're turning into my little whore, Kylee," he said, smiling and leaning down and kissing her forehead affectionately. He let go of his grip on her pigtail, as she rubbed her pussy furiously." That's it, keep rubbing that pussy..." Mike slid his cock back into her mouth, letting her suck on it to be cleaned, nice and slow. His cock was soon back at full health, however. His recovery time had never been that fast but Kylee drove him absolutely fucking wild." Stand up, Kylee," he told her. "Mm, good," She replied when he said he loved it. She was enjoying it as well and probably would even more so when things heated up to the full extent. "I like being your little whore, Mike," her eyes closed as she spoke, her legs opening wider as she continued to play with her cunt for his enjoyment. Her breathing was heavy, her mouth opened slightly with her eyes still closed as one hand massaged her pert tits, nipples fully erect. His cock slid between her lips once more much to her enjoyment, her mouth working at it and her tongue swirling around it once more as she did so. She pulled him out of her mouth, reluctantly removing her playful hands from her throbbing pussy, and stood up as he said. Her skirt, which still been on once more fell to cover her gender and wet panties, as her hands moved to play with the hem of the pleated plaid cloth in anticipation. "Glad to hear that," Mike said as she replied she liked being his little whore. Mike turned her around as he moved her over, bending her over, so her hands leaned against the wall. Mike's cock was already raging as he pulled the hem of her skirt up, pushing the material up onto her back. He then slid down her thong, which was soaked in her pussy juices. She was sopping wet, and dripping. Her pussy was absolutely beautiful. Mike placed his hands on her hips, adjusting her slightly as he teased her pussy slightly, rubbing his cock head against her lips. He was going to fuck her so hard. She did what he wished, no questions asked and no hesitations or objections. She was intrigued by his experience, and she was horny as hell. Why would she object when all she wanted was the cock right now? She felt herself being bent over, her hands touching the wall and putting pressure on them slightly as she held herself in that position - the wall being used to brace herself. She felt him lift the hem of her skirt, feeling a chill run through her spine as she was exposed once again. Furthermore, she spread her legs slightly to help ease getting her thong off, stepping out of it once it reached the ground and letting it lay abandoned below her. She arched her back slightly, pushing herself outwards as an invitation for him to just take her. Her breathing began to get heavy again in anticipation, her eyes closing against his teasing manner." Oh god," her voice was almost a whisper as the tip of his cock teased her wet lips. Mike could her whisper, and her back was arched now. She looked so fucking sexy. Mike couldn't even take his own teasing anymore. He slid his cock inside her. Oh fuck, she was tight. He let her adjust before sliding more of his shaft in. She was adapting pretty quickly, however. Her tight pussy absolutely swallowed his cock, the pressure bearing on his member from all sides. He finally pushed in the last couple of inches, buried to the hilt inside her. Mike started off with slow thrusts, long and deep, pushing himself all the way inside her, as her pussy adapted. But before long, Mike had to increase the force. He wanted to show her what a real fucking was. Grabbing her hips and pulling her back into him, he began slamming into her full throttle, groaning out with pleasure as he fucked her. The force pushed her hard into the wall with her bent over form. Mike was becoming distracted by the material of her skirt, and rather than ruin the moment to remove in, he simply ripped it in half, tossing it away as he continued pumping her pussy. He reached around, fingering her clit, his balls slapping against her with each thrust." Oh fucking hell, Kylee..."he said, holding her in place as he pounded her. He closed his eyes, letting the pleasure take him. Kylee moaned relief when he slid his rock hard cock into her. Like said, it had been a while since she had engaged in sex, thus her pussy was tight as hell. The pressure of his cock inside of her was almost enough to bring her over edge, however it didn't. As he pushed in the last few inches, she gasped in pleasure. She stood still as he thrust into her at first, taking in the slow long jabs of his cock, spreading her legs a little further to get as much of him in her as she could handle. Just as she was feeling as if her cunt was going to burst at the seams from his large member, his strokes got faster. She nearly slammed her head into the wall when he grabbed her hips and slammed into her, however she managed to brace herself against the cold surface, her tits swaying back and forth violently as he went at her." Oh, fuck!" She yelled in pleasure as he rammed into her, feeling him grab her skirt and rip it in half and toss it away. Oh well, she had a ton of those skirts. Instead, she concentrated on what was going on, and feeling the abrupt pleasure he was bringing her with his violent thrusts. "Mmm yes!" Her voice sounded out as he began to rub her clit, her breathing beginning to fasten in pace, and her eyes closing as he thrust as hard as he could. "Oh god, Mike. Harder." Mike increased the forces of his thrusts, rubbing her clit counterclockwise in a slow tempo. Her tits moved back and forth as he fucked her, her hands flat against the wall now. Mike opened his eyes, his rock hard cock pumping in and out of her. He absolutely loved it when she called his name. Mike leaned forward, hissing into her ear as he fucked her viciously." You like that, you fucking slut?" His hand moved from her clit now and back up to her pigtails. He grabbed each of them as he slammed into her balls-deep. This yanked her head back, arching her back a little more, allowing him to penetrate deeper into her." Jesus Christ!" Mike yelled out. He had never felt this fucking good, it was an overdose of pleasure. Her pussy had adjusted quite well to his shaft. Mike let go of one of her pigtails, spanking her perfect ass hard as he fucked her. The heels she was wearing provided unsteady balance for her as she was fucked. Mike ran the hand he had spanked her with across her stockings before smacking her ass hard again, before grabbing her pigtail again. "Oh shit, oh my god!" Her voice was broken between moans and heavy breathing as he continued to rub her clit. She wanted to spread her legs more, however she knew she did, she'd lose her balance and fall. Instead, she just rests her forehead on the wall, her breathing growing heavier and heavier as her eyes closed. She reopened her eyes, and gave a slight gasp as he grabbed her pigtails hard and yanked her head back. "I love, I fucking love it when you fuck me hard!" She could feel him gaining deeper access into her depths, which caused her to scream in ecstasy. "Fuck Mike! Fuck me!" She smiled lightly through her moans, biting own lip hard. A slight shriek was heard from her when he slapped her ass, the stinging continuing on her ass as he ran his hand down her stockinged leg before slapping it again. "Mmm, oh god." Her eyes shut tight, her ass now tingling and feeling warm in the area where it had been slapped as her head jerked back again with his grip on her pigtail. Mike could feel himself beginning to grow close to orgasm as he continued fucking Kylee. Her screams of pleasure urged him on. He pulled her pigtails harder, ravaging her pussy, the sound of skin smacking skin echoing throughout the room. She was now leaning with her head against the wall, overwhelmed with pleasure. Mike continued to drill her, tossing his own head back as his breathing became shallow, a fire beginning to burn in his loins as his orgasm loomed nearer. He was hoping this could continue to happen-he now had a personal whore, and a fucking gorgeous one at that, so he could fuck anytime he wished. Her pussy was absolutely being railed now as he leaned all the way back, pumping into her. "God, Kylee... I'm fucking close..." he said, fucking her harder...deeper...faster. He let go of her pigtails now, her hands moving down to her ass and squeezing her ass cheeks, rubbing them. Her ass was absolutely perfect. He'd have his cock there soon. Gripping her hips, he plowed her, his lust burning uncontrollably. He gritted his teeth as he slammed into her, his orgasm so close now. She gasped, feeling her pigtails being pulled harder. She was surprised they had come undone yet, what with all the grabbing and yanking. The pain from that alone was almost enough to drive her over edge. She spread her legs as far as she could without losing her balance, or sliding down, her moans now coming every time he drilled into her. One hand moved from the wall and to her tit, where she began to massage hard, playing with her erect nipples as he fucked her dizzy." Mmm, come on!" She yelled, urging her own orgasm as he pumped into her merciless as he let go of her pigtails and moved down to explore her ass. As he continued slamming into her, Kylee hit her climax - her pussy walls contracting and squeezing his cock as her juices began to run down her own leg. "Oh fuck, don't stop! Don't stop!" She yelled, her hand moving from her tit to her clit, where she began to rub hard to increase her orgasm. Mike felt her orgasm, and her juices dripped out of her. Mike fucked her all the way through the orgasm as she fingered her clit. Once Mike couldn't take it anymore, he pulled out just in time to spray cum all over her back."Oh, god..." he groaned, rubbing his cock furiously, as another couple of strings landed on her lower back. Mike squeezed out all the cum." Suck it, baby," he told her, leaning back to lean against the bed, having to steady himself. He knew he had some stamina left and knew she could revive his cock. "Oh fuck." She yelled, as he continued to fuck her. She could barely take her own orgasm, her knees feeling really weak as he continued to pump in and out of her before pulling out and cumming on her back. She moaned, feeling his warm cum spurt onto her, reaching back and rubbing it in a bit. When he leaned back against the bed, Kylee turned around, weak in the knees as hell. She fell to her knees, taking his cock into her hands and sliding them up and down his shaft a few times before taking him into her mouth, and beginning to throat fuck herself with his cock, all the while gagging. She pulled him out, saliva connecting his cock to her mouth briefly." Mm, does that feel better baby?" She asked him before she plunged his dick back in, repeating. Mike nodded, his hands stroking through her hair. "That's wonderful, babe. God, you're good..." His coke had already started coming back to health as her tongue and wonderful mouth did their work. Mike let her bob on his cock for a bit, letting her get him fully hard. After she had, he pulled her to her feet again on her heels and her white stockings. Mike knelt on the bed, pulling her onto the bed, positioning her on her hands and knees in front of him. Slowly he brought the head of his cock up against her virgin ass." Now I'm going to make you a true slut..." he whispered to her, as he slowly slid his cock into her ass. She continued sucking at his cock, her mouth working on one half while one hand moved to begin stroking the exposed bit of his shaft, her other hand moving to massage his balls gently. She looked up at him with her big green eyes, continuing the process before he pulled himself out of her mouth and pulled her to her feet. Furthermore, she brushed her arm across her mouth, wiping off saliva and what have you before he positioned her on her hands and knees in front of him. When he brought the tip of his cock to her ass, she braced herself. She had never been ass fucked before, and she knew this was going to be painful. "Please do." She replied, her voice breathy with anticipation. Finally, he began to slide himself into her ass. She bit her lip hard, a slight whimper coming from her as well as a look of pain on her face. It hurt like hell, but she was sure it would be worth it. An intense wave of pleasure immediately hit Mike as he slid himself into her tight, teen virgin ass. Her ass was so extremely tight, and Mike had to pull his cock back out to adjust. It came out with a pop. His cock was well-lubricated due to her sucking, so he easily slid it in, but it was the matter of getting her asshole adjusted to the invasion. But, once she was adjusted, the pleasure received was extreme. Some girls even preferred it to vaginal sex. Mike resisted every urge in his body to fuck her brains out right there. He knew this was probably hurting her right now. He slid more of himself into her and paused again, her ass stretching to accommodate him. This process continued until finally, with a satisfied sigh, Mike had his entire cock lodged in her ass. Mike looked to see how she was handling it as he slowly began pumping into her. It would hurt to begin, but that pain would soon turn to pleasure. For a moment, Kylee almost told him to stop - but he wanted this, and she wasn't going to spoil his fun. She just wasn't used to it, and if she didn't try it now, she'd never get used to so she might as well tough it out. She laid her head down on the bed, her elbows under her for support as she tried to make herself a little more accessible for him, and maybe ease some of the pain. It worked slightly, her eyes shutting as a small moan was sounded as he slid in and out of her slowly, trying to get her used to it. Finally, she could feel his entire length in her, the pressure painful but somewhat enjoyable. She winced lightly when he began to pump into her, her eyes still tightly shut with a little moan coming from her once in a while. She was beginning to get used to it, and while it was still a little painful she was getting off on it. "Mm, don't stop Mike." Mike's thrusts were gentle as her ass stuck up high off the bed. She was becoming more relaxed now, which would make things more pleasurable for her. When she told him not to stop, Mike knew it was going okay now. He still took it easy however, wanting to break her all the way in before he fucked the shit out of her. His cock continued stretching her. He made sure to plunge his entire length into her asshole each time, that way she could accommodate it. After a few minutes, her ass was almost begging for a good fuck, as it was at the perfect tightness. Mike's forces began getting a little harder. His hands grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling them apart and squeezing them. The scene was so amazing, her stockinged legs ending in her heels, her ass held high in the air. Mike now upped the speed, as he began pounding her ass harder. His heart was racing now as each wave of pleasure hit him harder than the last. In...out...in...out...her ass was now gaping as he had opened her up wide. Mike reached around, rubbing her clit hard as he fucked her butt." Fuck Kylee... Fuck... Fuck... Fuckkkk..." Mike chanted. This was as good as he had ever had. A few more moans escaped her as she began getting used to him now. By now she was wondering why she hadn't thought of doing this before. She spread her legs a little, her hips rocking back and forth with his in a steady motion, her eyes shut tightly with her elbows still propping her up below her. When he began going harder, Kylee moaned loudly, gripping the fabric of her bedspread for some kind of leverage. When he began to rub her clit she nearly couldn't control herself, "Oh god, Mike! Harder!" She moaned again loudly, surprised no one had come banging at her door yet wondering what all the commotion was about. "Don't stop!" Mike continued rubbing her clit as he butt fucked her harder on the bed. Her ass was gaping wide now, and he used it. Slamming his cock into the hilt only to pull back out and slam it in again, machine gun style, not pausing in between each forceful thrust. Mike spanked her once hard as he fucked her, then hard again, leaving her ass cheek a new shade of pink. Her hips moved on their own on his hard rod, which further increased the sensation. His pole drove into her deep. He continued spanking her ass, fucking her ass harder, and harder." Oh fuck, Kylee... Your ass is so fucking perfect," he said in the heat of passion. His cock pi stoned in and out of her, drilling her newly loose ass. Every once in a while his hand would come down in a thunderous smack of her right ass cheek. He pulled her cheeks apart, sliding his cock out all the way once, only to slam it back in, then just leave it there, buried deep inside of her ass. He held it inside her ass, his hands moving up and pushing her face down into the pillow, holding himself in her still. The enjoyment and pleasure was not screened in any way, it was absolutely pure. With a loud groan, still keeping her face shoved down into the pillow, he finally slid his cock out and went to ass fucking her at a steady rate. "Oh god-damn." She yelled, grabbing the handfuls of fabric even harder as he assaulted her ass with his hard cock. When he spanked her, she yelped slightly. It made her want this even more. She wanted him to fuck her silly and not stop. She was remembering how much she loved being fucked. Pretty soon after this, she'd want it all the time. As her face shoved down the pillow, she moaned. She felt him stop and hold himself inside of her, her cry muffled by the pillow as he slapped her ass again. "Oh fuck." She said, in merely a whisper as she bit her lip lightly proceeding through pleasure. This fucking was absolutely brutal, and her ass had not been used prior to this. Mike could already see her ass growing red from his work. This made him smile. He was getting close to his orgasm anyway. He let her head up, spanking her ass again, even harder this time." Jesus, fuck Kylee, you love a cock in your ass, don't you?" Mike pulled her stockings up, as they had fallen down slightly. He pulled his cock all the way out, sliding it all the way back in. He did this a few times, before his cock was throbbing extremely hard. Mike flipped Kylee over onto her back as he moved up towards her face, and began rubbing his cock hard over her face. He didn't even need to tell her to open her mouth. He shot a hard shot of cum into her mouth. Furthermore, he kept rubbing, his teeth gritted as he rubbed. Some of his cum dripped onto her face, while the rest went into her mouth. He scooped up some of the cum with his finger, pushing it into her mouth, then let her suck on his finger for a few moments before he slid his cock into her mouth and let her suck on it. It was of course coated with his cum and was fresh from her ass. Kylee thrust her hips backwards, rocking as hard as she could to meet his pace. Realizing she couldn't, she just stopped, allowing to do with her what he wanted. With her lip still bit, and her eyes still shut she moaned in pleasure, her hand moving behind herself to play with her pussy as he pumped in and out of her roughly."Oh, god yes!" She screamed in reply to his question as he pulled her stockings up, her head lifting and looking behind her. "I love it when you fuck me in the ass." She said in between breaths and moans, her free hand wrapping and twirling in her pigtail. Out of nowhere, he pulled out of her ass and flipped Kylee on her back. She opened her mouth on demand and awaited his salty seed to fall into her mouth. She snaked her hands up her body, her hands massaging her tits as he dripped on her face and into her mouth. Furthermore, she closed her eyes as she put his cum coated finger in her mouth to suck, and suck she did. Furthermore, she then took his cock in her mouth to suck him dry, yet again - her hands still massaging her own tits. This girl was going to drain him of all his cum by the time he was done with her. She was still rubbing her own tits while sucking him off, tasting her own ass as well as cleaning the cum from my cock." That's right baby," he said to her. Mike was exhausted now, and he lay back, letting her suck, relaxing. He was done, for now. Slowly, he pulled her up so she was lying next to him, his hands touching her tits gently." Kylee...you were fucking amazing," he said. There were a few mascara tears on her face still, and some cum was dripping off her back. She still had her stockings and heels on. He had made her his own little whore, in the course of one study session." Are you my little whore now, Kylee?" he said, grinning, kissing her forehead, his arm moving around her back pulling her close to him. She continued to suck, swirling her tongue around his cock. Sucking him dry. When he pulled out of her mouth and moved her up next to him, she took a deep breath - wiping her mouth with her hand. Sweat was glistening on her body from the hard workout, her breathing shallow and calm now after she regained her composure. Her hands moved from her tits to her stomach, resting there as he touched her tits. She closed her eyes, a little exhausted but not enough to sleep. "Thank you!" She said with a laugh, not really knowing she was that good of a fuck buddy. She turned her head and looked him with a flirtatious smile, "Yes. I'm your dirty little whore." She admitted, laughing a bit as he kissed her forehead and pulled her close to him. He smiled as she said that. "May I sign it on you?" He said, reaching to his pants near the bed, pulling out a permanent black Sharpie marker. She laughed slightly, nodding. "Yes you may!" She said, watching him get a sharpie marker. Mike grinned, turning her away from him, moving lower, spreading her legs slightly. He paused at the small of her back, before writing, in clear black, block letters. MIKE'S WHORE. He smiled at her, turning her over again, onto her back. Moving down in between her legs, inches above her pussy, on her stomach, he wrote the same thing. He kissed her on the stomach lightly, before moving back up and throwing the Sharpie to the side." Now you're all set," he said, pulling her close to him. She giggled slightly as he turned her over and began writing on the small of her back. She looked back over her shoulder, to watch his "tattooing" process with a smile on her face. He turned her over again, writing on her stomach. She couldn't help but tense her stomach muscles and laugh, as it tickled quite a bit. When he was finished she read it aloud, "Mike's whore." She laughed again, shaking her head." Now no one else can use me." "Nope, you're all mine," he said with a huge smile. Mike yawned. He was exhausted after the hardcore fuck session, and his eyelids started to droop. "I should probably get going," he said, leaning his head against hers. "Oh boy!" She said, mocking a little girl on Christmas. She laughed again, sitting up and stretching. "Mmm, yes you probably should. Because now I have a bunch of studying to do, so I don't lose another game." "You don't want to lose another game?" He said, one eyebrow raised. He grinned at her evilly. Mike pulled his boxers on, then his pants, yawning again. He threw his shirt on." There's an assembly tomorrow...and it might be rather boring..." Mike said as he leaned in close to her. "Is the seat next to you open?" He asked, kissing her softly on the lips. "No. I have to take advantage of you at least one time." She said with a laugh, standing up and walking over to her closet and taking out two fresh towels so she could go take a shower. She wrapped one around herself, holding the other in her hand as he spoke - a smirk creeping across her lips as he did so. "There very well could be one." She said with a slight laugh, her lips meeting his briefly. "Awesome," he said, his words ending in a passionate kiss, his tongue meeting hers. He flicked his tongue across hers, probing the inside of her mouth, cupping one of her breasts as he kissed her. Finally breaking the kiss with reluctance Mike stood up. "I'll see you tomorrow morning then, darling." He said. "Bright and early for the assembly." He rolled his eyes, heading to the door. "Night, baby." He turned, shutting the door, heading to his room and opening it. He thanked the heavens he had found such an amazing girl. Talk about a stress reliever. She returned the kiss just as passionately, one hand sweeping through his hair as she pressed herself against him." Alright, I'll see you then." She smiled, rolling her eyes at the bright and early part. Damn, she wasn't even going to be able to walk tomorrow morning. "Night." She said, watching him shut the door before following not soon after and going into the girl's community bathroom to take a shower. Mike realized he had homework to do, but said fuck it, because he was in no mood to do it. He changed into a pair of shorts and clean boxers, deciding not to wear a shirt. He threw himself onto his bed, practically passing out. She had worn him out. Kylee woke up the next morning to the sound of her alarm clock ringing in her ears. Ugh, the assembly. She got up, and put on her normal attire - a white dress up shirt with the school's red blazer, and her plaid skirt. She put on a pair of new white knee-high stockings, and this time opted for some black flats as her feet hurt from the night before. Another change was her hair, which she left down today considering her head was a little achy from obvious reasons from last night's festivities. She applied her makeup, putting on some mascara and eyeliner and touch of lip gloss before making her way downstairs and across the campus to the auditorium, choosing a seat in the balcony. This was going to be long and boring, and she knew it. Mike showered quick, washing himself, before throwing on the school uniform of ordinary slacks and a button-down shirt. He entered the auditorium, looking for Kylee, eventually spotting her up in the balcony." Guess who?" He said, shielding her eyes from behind her, kissing her neck softly. He pulled his hands down, throwing his books to the side, jumping over the seats, sitting next to her. There were a few other kids electing to sit up here, but they were a few seats away, and they were the only ones in their row." How'd you sleep, baby?" Mike asked, leaning back in his chair. She was sitting in one of the seats, her legs crossed daintily with her chin resting in the palm of her hand in pure boredom when some hands covered her eyes with a 'Guess who?'. Kylee smiled, "Hmm, it wouldn't happen to be my study buddy, could it?" She paused as he kissed the back of her neck, smiling a little bigger. "Perhaps it could be." She said, answering her own question as he sat down in the seat next to her." I slept very well, considering as soon as I got back from showering I just about passed out." She shrugged, turning her head to look at him. "How about you?" Mike leaned close to her, putting on a face like he was pretending to think." I slept well too as a matter of fact. I was very tired for some reason...you wouldn't have any idea why that is, would you?" He teased. The auditorium was now about full, except for the balcony, which not a lot of people chose to sit in. The lights dimmed slowly as the assembly, a presentation on "Drunk Driving-The Dangers" began. They had one of these stupid public service assemblies a week. This one was scheduled to be about an hour and a half. Mike grinned slightly, kissing Kylee softly. It definitely wouldn't seem that long. "Hmm, I don't know why!" She said with a very innocent look on her face. "Maybe I made you study too hard. I'll go easy on you next time." She said, a laugh following shortly after. She watched the auditorium fill up, wondering why people actually wanted to sit on the bottom floor where they actually had to pay attention. The balcony was a lot better. It was darker, and teachers never stood up there so you could get away with stuff like sleeping and texting on your cell phone. Kylee rolled her eyes when she saw what the presentation was about. Were they serious about this? She sighed, shaking her head. When Mike kissed Kylee, she laughed a little through it before pulling away. "I'm trying to learn not to drink and drive. Do you want me to drink and drive? No. So no distractions, Mr." She said, playfully pointing a finger at him. Mike laughed at her joke, kissing her neck. No one around was paying attention anyway. "Here, I'll give you the whole presentation. Don't drink and drive. Done." Mike's hand went to her leg, as he kissed her neck softly again, moving to her lips. "Plus, this isn't a distraction, this is...fun. On the side." Mike kissed her neck again. She let her head tilt to the side as he began to kiss her neck, laughing a bit when he gave her his version of the presentation. "Oh great! Now you ruined it!" She said, putting a fake look of disappointment on her face. She uncrossed her legs when his hand moved to it, her head tilting again to receive his neck kisses with ease, and then met her lips to his. Furthermore, she bit his lip lightly before he moved back to her neck, laughing slightly when she remembered something. Furthermore, she lifted her shirt up slightly, and pulled her skirt down a bit revealing semi-faded letters on her stomach. "By the way, it won't come off. I scrubbed really hard, and nothing." Mike smiled when she showed him the faded letters. He reached down, touching her smooth skin where the words MIKE'S WHORE were, rubbing the area. "We should come up with a more permanent way to put that on you," Mike suggested. His hand slowly slid down her skirt, under her thong as he touched her pussy lightly. "I have a nice choker you can wear, we can write it on that," he said. The assembly had begun. Mike started feeling Kylee's pussy as he kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth. Her stomach flexed slightly as he touched, laughing a bit because it tickled. "Like what?" She asked, thinking he'd say something like a tattoo. She couldn't deal with that one. Painful. Sexy, but painful. She shifted in her seat, a slight gasp sounding when he touched her pussy. "I have to keep my little innocent new girl image though." She protested, a smile on her face. When the auditorium went completely dark, Kylee smiled. Before long, her lips were against Mike's again in a passionate kiss as his hands worked around her cunt under her skirt. Mike whispered into her ear. "Oh, you're innocent, are you?" As he fingered her in the auditorium. He could feel her beginning to grow wet. He slid a finger into her pussy, his tongue wrestling with hers. Furthermore, he really didn't care at this point if anyone was watching. Furthermore, he could live with putting on a show. Mike's cock was starting to become hard as he kissed her deeply. His other hand moved up to her breasts, feeling them over the shirt." Guess this assembly isn't so bad after all." "Very.very... innocent." She said, whispering the words a few inches from his lips before they met again, her tongue exploring his mouth and clashing violently with its own tongue. Her legs spread slightly as he fingered her as she carefully tried not to make a noise no matter how much she wanted to. As his hands moved up to explore her breasts, her hands moved down to tend to his cock. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants with ease, one hand plunging into his boxers to give his half-erect cock a gentle stroke. "Wow, you're really excited about this presentation." She said in a teasing manner before clashing her lips against his once more, and give his cock a few good strokes to harden him up. "I guess so," he replied, kissing her deeply. He moved his hand from out of her skirt now, cupping both her tits. His cock came to immediate life at her touch." I know you're not innocent," Mike whispered, his hot breath in her ear. "And you know you're not." Mike stifled a groan of pleasure as her hands played over his cock. He kissed her even deeper, fueled by her hand. "Mm hmm." She agreed, surrendering to his kiss once more. As he cupped her tits, Kylee moved her hands from his cock, and unbuttoned a few buttons to expose a bit of them to him before taking them back to where they were before." Mm, but we can pretend I am," She said with a smile, leaning down slightly and licking his neck somewhat slowly before kissing his lips again. She busily stroked his cock some more as her lips trailed from his own to his neck where she began to suck and nibble at one particular spot to leave her mark. "Yes we can pretend..." Mike hissed as his cock began to get stimulated. She was talented with her hands. As she began giving him a hickey, Mike checked around, making sure no one was getting nosy. She unbuttons a few buttons, allowing for easier access. Mike started almost involuntarily pushing his hips up in response to her strokes of his hardening cock. He felt her tits as she licked his neck. Mike was at a point where he couldn't care less anymore, his passion overcame him. He pulled his cock out into the open, sliding his pants and boxers down." There you go, baby, should be easier now," he said, running his thumb over her nipples. "Mmm, good." She whispered seductively, her hands still pumping his cock like a shotgun while her lips and teeth still worked at the spot on his neck. At this point, Kylee couldn't care less about people looking at her. It would probably make their day if they did watch, so she was pretty much doing them a favor if anything." I bet that feels good, huh, baby." She commented as she began to stroke his cock a little faster, switching her hands as the other got tired. When he pulled his cock out into the open and slid everything down, Kylee smiled. Her nipples became erect as he began to run his thumb over them, and quite frankly her hands were getting tired. Without saying a word, Kylee leaned down over his lap and guided his hard cock into her mouth. She began bobbing her head up and down, her tongue swirling around the tip and her teeth grazing him every once in a while as one hand moved to gently massage his balls. "Oh god, yes it does," Mike said softly in response, leaning back as she jerked him off. Once Mike pulled his cock into the open Kylee positioned her head over his lap and guided his cock into her mouth. Mike's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he stifled a groan. He placed a hand on the top of her head, letting it rest there. God, she was so good at giving head." Good girl, Kylee..." Mike said as she sucked him. His hand he wasn't using to put on her head reached down and lifted her skirt, pushing her thong to the side, pushing two fingers into her pussy. She was bobbing her head on his cock, and Mike was at his full size now." Oh, Jesus Christ...." Mike groaned. "Suck it, baby, suck it," he told her, pumping his fingers rapidly in and out of her. Her hand massaging his balls also was almost too much to take. Plus with the added thrill that pretty much anyone could see them was making Mike go wild. Kylee felt the pressure of his hand on her head, which encouraged her to continue sucking him off. She slid his cock as much as she could down her throat, barely gagging this time as she had gotten semi-used to it last night over the multiple times it had happened then. Her legs spread slightly as he slipped two fingers into her pussy, a quiet moan coming from her as she continued to deep throat his hard dick. She pulled him out of her mouth, her hand taking its place as it began to jerk him off as her lips moved to his own, hungrily clashing against them as she slipped her tongue past them to explore his mouth. IOC: Welcome back. Mike's lips locked with hers, his tongue wrestling with hers as she jerked his hard cock. He could feel the searing heat in his loins as wave after wave of intense pleasure passed over him." Holy God..." Mike whispered into her ear, before kissing her again, his tongue probing her mouth. Mike continued working his other hand in and out of her furiously, finger fucking her with her skirt lifted. Mike would have been surprised if no one had noticed the commotion, and sure enough, Mike saw out of the corner of his eye two girls and a guy down at the end in the row behind them were watching them open-mouthed, shocked at what they were seeing. Mike just smiled to himself as he felt himself about to cum, kissing Kylee's neck. IOC: Thank-you :]She giggled a little through the kiss, wondering how many people were staring at them. Better yet, how many guys were watching this and getting hard as hell? Numerous, most likely." I know, right?" She said between kisses, falling back into a deeper one when he did. Kylee's breath began to get a little shallow, her legs spreading ever so slightly again to allow him more access. She looked like a complete slut sitting there with her skirt hiked, tits hanging out and him doing whatever he wanted to her, and vise versa. She glanced at those who were staring, laughing a little bit as she looked back at Mike." We should charge," She commented jokingly, near breathless. Mike barely had time to react to that statement as he sat straight up, cumming hard into her fist. His cock jumped slightly as it shot out his cum into her working hand. A few more jets of cum shot out. Mike tried not to let out too much noise, but it was impossible. His body slumped. But he could feel Kylee getting closer to hers as her legs spread apart for him. And Mike, being a proper gentleman, continued finger-fucking Kylee hard. He had learned it was just as important to let girls cum too, it gave you a good rep as a good fuck, and almost guaranteed a second time. But surprisingly, he wasn't doing it for that reason now, he was doing it to ensure she received as much pleasure as she had just given him. As the aftershocks of his intense orgasm faded, Mike was able to concentrate more and vary his methods as he worked his fingers in and out of her." Yeah, we'll give them a free preview now though," Mike said before a small laugh in response to her. He leaned over, one hand cupping her tits as his other hand quickly pushed into her over and over, as he now used 3 fingers. Kylee gasped when he went. It was all over her hands, and she had nowhere to put it. "Fuck," She whispered, looking around for somewhere to wipe it. With slight hesitation, she looked around, her breathing still very heavy from his finger fucking. She finally looked at her hand, and then licked as much as she could off of it. She sighed, wiping the rest of her hand on the empty seat next to her - pity to whoever sat there next. When he cupped her tit, Kylee moaned lightly, an orgasm hitting her as soon as he pushed in a third finger. Her pussy walls contracted over and over as her chest rose and fell in a heavy manner. "Oh my god." She commented, closing her eyes and leaning her head back for a second. Mike continued his assault on her pussy with his hand until she had come all the way. He slowly pulled his fingers out, grinning at her satisfied look." You're so beautiful when you cum, sweetheart," Mike said, kissing her with a fiery passion. He broke it, to say, "You're beautiful all the time though, baby." He returned his lips to hers. Mike finally broke the kiss. His three fingers were damp with her juices, and he held them in front of her to suck. He quickly zipped up his pants, putting his cock away." Hopefully no one gets a big mouth," Mike said, referring to their couple of observers. He doubted anyone would. Even so, he wasn't edgy or nervous at all. Most of the guys were probably jealous as hell, and the girls....well, Mike didn't know, but he hoped it was a positive reaction. Mike smiled at Kylee, kissing her again. "We missed most of the assembly," he teased, pointing to the stage. IOC: Bump? Bump...?? IOC: Would any female be interested in picking this up perhaps??

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Neverending Dungeon - Xen

The air surrounding you fairly hum with the residue of magic, an aftereffect of the spell that brought you to this place. A quick glance reveals that you are in a fairly spacious, rectangular room, devoid of any life save for yourself. The sound of dripping water can be heard faintly, and the stone walls are slick with moisture. In complete defiance of logic, four torches are already lit and resting in brackets, one by each of the doors. Map:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_ 1||||||| 2||||||| 3||||X||| 4||||||| 5||||||| [/table] There is a door at A-4, another at B-5, another at D-5, and a fourth at F-1. DM notes:Spoiler Hide 4, 13, 15 Men walks up to the door at F-1 and begins to search it. Spoiler Hide HP:10AC:15 Maneuvers readied: Blistering Flourish Burning Blade Distracting Ember Moment of Perfect Clarity Sapphire Nightmare Blade Taking twenty to find if there is anything to be found about the door. I should find anything with a DC less than 25. (20+5) You find that the door is spider webbed with concealed copper wires, all of which carry a current of some sort. Men mumbles something to himself as he gets out his tools and gets to work disarming the wires. Spoiler Hide never mind Spoiler Hide You can't take 20 on disable device checks, since failing by enough results in the trap springing. See here. Originally Posted by Fanatic Spoiler Hide You can't take 20 on disable device checks, since failing by enough results in the trap springing. See here. Spoiler Hide Whoops, it's been a while since I last played Damp;D, so I'm a little rusty. Mind if you go to check on the other doors instead then? Scratching his head, Men decides to try his luck with the other doors before picking his path. Spoiler Hide HP:10AC:15 Maneuvers readied: Blistering Flourish Burning Blade Distracting Ember Moment of Perfect Clarity Sapphire Nightmare Blade Moving to the door at D-5 and taking 20 Searching that one. A very careful search reveals that the other doors are trapped in an identical manner. Saving you some time here. Originally Posted by Fanatic A very careful search reveals that the other doors are trapped in an identical manner. Saving you some time here. Men gets to work disarming the wires on the door at F-1Spoiler Hide I'll take 10, so I'll succeed if the DC is 15 or less. The web of wires proves too complex, you make a mistake in disabling it. With a sharp crack, a current of bright blue energy runs the length of each wire, leaping to your hands and running up your arms, giving you quite a shock. The previously hidden copper wires are now visible as thin black marks on the door, which they have charred quite thoroughly. Spoiler Hide You take 1 point of electric damage. You failed by at least 5, which triggered the trap. ... What are the doors made of? Also, does the trap reset itself, or do I still have to disarm it? The doors are sliding metal doors. The trap will reset itself after a while, from what you can tell. It's not currently dangerous. It will remain obvious now, due to the scorching of the door. Originally Posted by Fanatic The doors are sliding metal doors. The trap will reset itself after a while, from what you can tell. It's not currently dangerous. It will remain obvious now, due to the scorching of the door. Okay, Men puts away his tools, draws his sword and opens the door. Opening the door reveals a short (five foot) corridor, ending in another door. Also, opening the door snaps the wires, rendering the trap useless. Originally Posted by Fanatic Opening the door reveals a short (five foot) corridor, ending in another door. Men starts searching for traps or anything else in the corridor. If he doesn't find any, he searches the door for anything. You find a tripwire laid in front of the door. Originally Posted by Fanatic You find a tripwire laid in front of the door. How far away from the door and the floor is it? It's laid across the doorway, clearly designed to catch on the feet of anyone who didn't know it was there. You can step over it easily now that you've seen it. Keeping the tripwire in mind, Men searches the door itself for any traps.(IOC:Taking 20 here too.) Just an ordinary sliding metal door. Men slides open the door, but does not go through yet. Spot check. I'm typing this because of the character minimum.(1d20+2)[11] Opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_ 1|||| 2|2||| 3|||| 4||1|| 5|||| 6|||| 7|||| [/table] You see what appears at first glance to be two attractive humans sitting around a fire. However, upon closer examination, you realize that human 1 is actually an elf. A headband is wrapped around his ears, concealing his most distinguishing racial trait, but his delicate features give away his origins. He is wearing leather armor studded with metal, and is carrying a long sword and a buckler, with a longbow across his back. Human 2 seems to be only a very attractive human, until you realize that you can see a row of needlelike teeth through the veil across his mouth. He, too, is wearing studded leather armor, and is carrying a rapier loosely in one hand, with a light crossbow hanging from his belt. They see you at the same time you see them. There is a door at A-7, south side, which you are just outside, and another at D-6. Do they appear hostile? The one with the teeth appears more hostile than the elf, but both are holding their weapons at the ready. Is it fair to say thatanythingI encounter here would try to kill me? Or can some of the stuff be negotiated with? Spoiler Hide Kill you or mug you, most likely. Possibly eat your eyes, depending on the encounter in question. Originally Posted by Fanatic Spoiler Hide Kill you or mug you, most likely. Possibly eat your eyes, depending on the encounter in question. After a quick prayer and a deep breath Men adopts the Stance of Clarity. Then, six seconds later, he steps over the tripwire and bursts forward, enacting several of his maneuvers to take out his first opponent in one strike. Spoiler Hide HP:9/10 AC:15 Stance: Stance of Clarity Maneuvers readied: Blistering Flourish Burning Blade Distracting Ember Moment of Perfect Clarity Sapphire Nightmare Blade Moving to space B-5, and then attacking humanoid number one, and using Burning Blade to boost. Initiative - (1d20+2)[14]attack - (1d20+3)[22]Damage - (1d10+3)[13]Damage, sneak attack - (1d6)[4]Damage, fire - (1d6+1)[3] (1d20+1)[10](1d20+2)[4]Which creature was Stance of Clarity activated against, by the way? Originally Posted by Fanatic [roll0] [roll1] Which creature was Stance of Clarity activated against, by the way? Nothing at the moment; but it's like dodge. Not exactly. It says that you must choose a foe at the start of each of your turns, not that you may. Originally Posted by Fanatic Not exactly. It says that you must choose a foe at the start of each of your turns, not that you may. Oh, in that case, human 2. Human 2 mutters something in a convoluted language, and mist abruptly fills the room, obscuring all vision beyond five feet. Spot and listen checks each turn. Spot - (1d20+2)[12]listen - (1d20+2)[5]And what happened to the guy I just did twenty damage to? The short version of it: he exploded. Where are you moving to on your turn? Originally Posted by Fanatic The short version of it: he exploded. Originally Posted by Fanatic Where are you moving to on your turn? Men will move to A-3, and I'll decide what I do there based on whether he has moved from there or not. However, Men is going to try and be a bit stealthy, and make a Move Silently check.(1d20+2)[3] You don't see anything besides mist. I don't suppose I can move some more? Unless you're really that slow, go ahead. I can't keep track of all the sheets. First, Men moves to B-2; if it doesn't see the other one, he will move to C-2; if he doesn't see him there, he will move to C-3. Nothing. Another spot check. Originally Posted by Fanatic Nothing. Another spot check. Spot - (1d20+2)[11]Listen - (1d20+2)[20]Also put in a Listen check in case you would need one of those. You hear movement to the northwest. A moment later, flashing colors fill your vision. Will save. Spoiler Hide HP:9/10 AC:15 Stance: Stance of Clarity Maneuvers readied: Blistering Flourish Burning Blade Distracting Ember Moment of Perfect Clarity Sapphire Nightmare Blade Using Moment of Perfect Clarity to use a Concentration Check in place of a Will save; it also means that if I roll a natural 1, it isn't an automatic failure. Moment of Perfect Clarity - (1d20+9)[17] Moment of perfect mind is an immediate action. He caught you flatfooted, there. Alright then. Will - (1d20+4)[15] Mr. Toothy appears in B-2 after casting his spell. He looks upset that it didn't work. Originally Posted by Fanatic Mr. Toothy appears in B-2 after casting his spell. He looks upset that it didn't work. Men spins on his heel and thrusts his blade out at his opponent. Spoiler Hide HP:9/10 AC:15 Stance: Stance of Clarity Maneuvers readied: Blistering Flourish Burning Blade Distracting Ember Moment of Perfect Clarity Sapphire Nightmare Blade Using Sapphire Nightmare Blade. Sapphire Nightmare Blade - (1d20+9)[15]Damage - (1d10+3)[4]extra SNB damage - (1d6)[4]sneak attack - (1d6)[1] Spoiler Hide Need a normal attack roll from you for SNB. Originally Posted by Fanatic Spoiler Hide Need a normal attack roll from you for SNB. Okay, here you go. Attack - (1d20+3)[20] Your attack hits, but neither sneak attack nor SNB's bonus damage apply. Spot check. Originally Posted by Fanatic Your attack hits, but neither sneak attack nor SNB's bonus damage apply. Spot check. And a listen check too, just in case. Spot - (1d20+2)[13]listen - (1d20+2)[13] You see Mr. Toothy try to conceal himself in the mist, but he fails. He casts a spell in your direction, which provokes an AOO. If you fail to kill him:Spoiler Hide Will save. Originally Posted by Fanatic You see Mr. Toothy try to conceal himself in the mist, but he fails. He casts a spell in your direction, which provokes an AOO. If you fail to kill him:Spoiler Hide Will save. Using the Attack of Opportunity. Xen uses Moment of Perfect Clarity if he isn't flat-footed, or just the will save if he is. Attack of Opportunity - (1d20+3)[15]damage - (1d10+3)[6]And then, Moment of Perfect Clarity - (1d20+9)[13]and just in case. Will - (1d20+4)[13] You AOO misses, but you manage to ignore the effects of the blinding colors that flash across your vision. Originally Posted by Fanatic You AOO misses, but you manage to ignore the effects of the blinding colors that flash across your vision. Men inhales deeply through his nose, and then blows through his mouth, the breath catches flame and travels behind Men's opponent, growing larger rapidly. Soon, itstandsbehind the needle toothed man, a bonfire with arms and eyes of flame. Then, when his opponent is distracted, Men goes in for the kill. Spoiler Hide HP:9/10 AC:15 Stance: Stance of Clarity Maneuvers readied: Blistering Flourish Burning Blade Distracting Ember Moment of Perfect Clarity Sapphire Nightmare Blade Using Distracting Ember to set up a flank, so not only do I get a +2 to hit, I get my sneak attack damage to boot. Attack - (1d20+5)[25]damage - (1d10+3)[4]sneak attack - (1d6)[4] Originally Posted by Justin attack - (1d20+5)[25] Rolling again to confirm the critical hit:CRT confirm - (1d20+5)[24]just in case this is needed - (1d20+5)[6]critical damage, if needed - (1d10+3)[10] He also explodes. Loot list coming shortly. IOC: I'm drawing my own map IRL, and just to check; the first room was 35–25 feet, and that the door at F-1 was going "north"? You find the following loot on the bodies: a set of nice studded leather armor, a set of less nice studded leather armor, a light crossbow, a longbow, a long sword, a rapier, twenty arrows, ten crossbow bolts, 27 GP, 120 SP, and a gem of indeterminate worth. Let me double-check what I said vs. the map, and I'll get back to you on the question. That seems correct. Mistake noticed. One moment. I copied the wrong room for you for this encounter. The encounter was correct, but the dimensions were wrong. It should have been this:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_ 1||||||| 2||||||| 3||||||| 4||||||| 5||||||| [/table] With a door at E-5 that you came in, and one other at E-1. Sorry. Must have been frazzled when I copied the stuff. To clarify: your starting room was correct, but the one with the elf and Mr. Toothy was not. Men goes back to the first room, making sure to avoid the tripwire, and brings it back into the second room, while again making sure he and the donkey avoid the tripwire. Then, he sits next to the fire and starts examining his loot. Mostly just checking if anything is masterwork or not, and to get a rough sediment on that gem. Also, you forgot the buckler that the elf had. Appraisal, "nice" studded leather armor - (1d20+1)[5]appraisal, "less nice" studded leather armor - (1d20+1)[6]appraisal, light crossbow - (1d20+1)[10]appraisal, longbow - (1d20+1)[10]appraisal, buckler - (1d20+1)[16]appraisal, long sword - (1d20+1)[13]appraisal, rapier - (1d20+1)[16]appraisal, arrows - (1d20+1)[8]appraisal, crossbow bolts - (1d20+1)[3]appraisal, gem - (1d20+1)[19] I presume those are untrained Appraise checks? Originally Posted by Fanatic I presume those are untrained Appraise checks? Yes they are. And I failed most of them, not that my character would know. You appraise the buckler, long sword, and rapier at standard market value. You think the gem is worth about 600 GP. Do I get any Experience? DOH. Yes. 150 XP. Mind if I ask whatkindof gem it is? Xen packs away all of his loot in his ass's packs, though he keeps the gem on his person. Next, Men gets to work searching the room and the door for anything suspicious. Spoiler Hide Taking 20 on all relevant checks. Just in case I was a little too subtle: I'm Searching the entire room for anything, and taking 20 to do it. We'll cautiously call the gem a violet garnet, since I can't rummage around for my DMG to check if that's near the appropriate value or not. You find nothing of any interest. After not finding anything, Men gets to work searching the door. I included the door in your search to save time. It's just a door. Men opens the door a crack and peeks through. Opening the door reveals a hall that extends to the north for fifteen feet before turning west. Just to check: it goes for three five foot spaces, andthenturns, right? Xen opens the door the rest of the way, but goes on at a slow pace as he is checking for traps Spoiler Hide Searching before I move, and taking 20 for each check. There are three five foot squares north. It then turns, putting a five-foot square to the west of the furthest north square. You find a tripwire outside the door. "Another one?" Xen says to himself as he stepped over it. He continued on, and made sure to keep an eye out for traps, and made sure to peek around the corner before completely turning around it. The hall continues to the west beyond the range of your torchlight. Men continues on, but doesn't stop carefully checking for traps. The hall continues for seventy feet from the bend before turning south. You spent thirty-four minutes searching the hall, by the way. Your torch is probably about to go out by now. Originally Posted by Fanatic The hall continues for seventy feet from the bend before turning south. You spent thirty-four minutes searching the hall, by the way. Your torch is probably about to go out by now. Seventy feet from the wall or from the turn; how many spaces? Unless otherwise specified, all spaces are measured starting at the square next to the bend. So you're in the bend, and it's seventy feet from there to the next bend.14 squares. If this isn't clear, I can whip up a quick map to show you what I mean. I have sun rods for when the torch runs out; and those last for six hours each. Xen peeks around the corner before turning. Spoiler Hide Originally Posted by Fanatic If this isn't clear, I can whip up a quick map to show you what I mean. I don't think that that is necessary at the moment, but it would be useful if I make a mistake. The hall continues to the south for ten feet before turning east. There is a door on the south side of the bend. Men carefully continues for the remaining distance before checking the door. Spoiler Hide Guess what I'm doing! That's right, taking twenty on the Search roll. Nothing special. Your torch goes out now, to save me trouble calculating it later. Edit: You see that the hall continues to the east ten feet before turning south, though. Originally Posted by Fanatic Nothing special. Your torch goes out now, to save me trouble calculating it later. Edit: You see that the hall continues to the east ten feet before turning south, though. Men reaches back and pulls out one of the sun rods from his backpack, and then smacks it against the wall to get it glowing, then starts searching the door. You find nothing on the door. Originally Posted by Fanatic You find nothing on the door. Okay, just to make sure, I'll do a search check and take twenty on it. I counted you as taking twenty the first time, since you didn't roll. Spoiler Hide Originally Posted by Fanatic I counted you as taking twenty the first time, since you didn't roll. Okay, just had to be sure. Men opens the door a crack and peeks through. Opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_ 1|||||| 2|||||| 3|||||| 4||||||/ 5|||||/|1 6|||||| [/table] You see a man seated behind a desk. He appears to be human, aside from his glowing blue eyes. He is wearing red robes of what appear to be silk, along with a gold and silver diadem. Furthermore, he looks up from a scroll on the desk as you open the door, quirking an eyebrow. There is a door at F-1, north side, which you are just outside, another at B-1, and another at A-6, west side. The room seems to be lit by a glowing orb on the man's desk. Forgot something.(1d100)[61]Continue. Originally Posted by Fanatic Opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_ 1|||||| 2|||||| 3|||||| 4||||||/ 5|||||/|1 6|||||| [/table] You see a man seated behind a desk. He appears to be human, aside from his glowing blue eyes. He is wearing red robes of what appear to be silk, along with a gold and silver diadem. Furthermore, he looks up from a scroll on the desk as you open the door, quirking an eyebrow. There is a door at F-1, north side, which you are just outside, another at B-1, and another at A-6, west side. The room seems to be lit by a glowing orb on the man's desk. I'm assuming that this is the magical Win-E-Mart? Nope. The magic mart will be very obvious. This is a man with glowing blue eyes behind a desk. Originally Posted by Fanatic Nope. The magic mart will be very obvious. This is a man with glowing blue eyes behind a desk. Men opens the door the rest of the way before popping his head in." Uh, hi there, sorry to intrude. Do you mind if I come in?" The man stands, slipping the parchment into a pocket of his robes." Certainly not!" he says, smiling widely. "You must be here to sign up." Originally Posted by Fanatic "Certainly not!" he says, smiling widely. "You must be here to sign up." "Er... actually, I have no idea why or how I got here; besides through those trapped doors. And sign up for what?" The man looks at you curiously. "This... wasn't already explained? I was certain that all new additions were informed of the policies... Well, never mind, never mind. Come over, and we'll get your name on the roster." Spot check. Originally Posted by Fanatic The man looks at you curiously. "This... wasn't already explained? I was certain that all new additions were informed of the policies... Well, never mind, never mind. Come over, and we'll get your name on the roster." Spot check. Spot - (1d20+3)[21]sense motive - (1d20+3)[10]"Well I think it was; I mean, the guy I talked to wasn't exactly the clearest person to talk to. So would you mind if we were to go over things one last time, just to make sure that I'm clear on everything and that all of our ducks are in a row?" You notice that the ink on the man's parchment is red and glistening. You can't read the words on the parchment. Furthermore, you also see that there is a thin stream of blood dripping from one of his fingers. The main quirks an eyebrow again. It seems to be a habit." You are here to serve the Master. I require that your name be on the records. Sign, please." He beckons you toward the desk and places a pen atop the parchment, clearly for your use. Men walked up to the desk and leaned his sword, point down, against it, and looked down at the parchment." Er... Do you have one in {INSERT NAME OF LANGUAGE CURRENTLY BEING SPOKEN HERE}? I have to insist on reading things before I sign them." The man looks at you quizzically. "Certainly not," he says, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Though I could prepare a version for your perusal with just a vial or two of your blood." Originally Posted by Fanatic The man looks at you quizzically. "Certainly not," he says, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Though I could prepare a version for your perusal with just a vial or two of your blood." "... Could you just sum it up for me then? I'm rather partial to my blood staying where it is, after all." Spoiler Hide Bump; Did you forget me, or did you just not notice the last post? I understand though, what with all the other players. I confess to forgetting. It got lost somewhere in the mess of all the other subscribed threads. Sorry. I'll get to updating this in a minute. "Oh, it's just the standard fare, really," the man says. "The Master gives you food, lodging and protection, and in return you serve him to the best of your ability. Speaking of which, whatareyour abilities? You don't look like the standard sentry material the SC- ah, recruiters find." Spoiler Hide IOC: Should I just kill this guy, so I can move on? And if I did try and kill him, would I be able to? Spoiler Hide Everything you encounter is CR-appropriate if you fight it. How you go about surviving the dungeon is up to you. Bear in mind that this is a hack and slash environment. The dungeon is designed for those with the "kill first, atone later" mindset, primarily. GUN. I had one ofthosedays, sorry."' What can I do?'" Xen picks up his sword and looks at it for a moment before tossing it up into the air; it makes three flips before he catches it. Allowing the hand-and-a-half sword to slide into a more battle ready position in his hand, Men speaks again." Allow me to demonstrate." Xen bursts over the desk, his sword sheathed in flame. Spoiler Hide The writing up there is just fluff; I should be at E-4, so I'll attack; if I'm not at E-4, or I just can't attack from there, I move to where I can attack, and do so. HP:9/10 AC:15 Stance: none Maneuvers readied: Blistering Flourish Burning Blade Distracting Ember Moment of Perfect Clarity Sapphire Nightmare Blade Screwed up my rolls, they are in the next post. Initiative - (1d20+2)[14]to hit - (1d20+3)[23]damage - (1d10+3)[10]fire - (1d6+1)[3]sneak attack - (1d6)[2] confirm critical - (1d20+3)[23]another roll if needed - (1d20+3)[21]critical damage if needed - (1d10+3)[12] Spoiler Hide Just in case you hadn't noticed... I noticed. You were three spots up in my subscribed threads from the oldest. I get to them in order when possible. I'll get to this as soon as I can. (1d20+1)[17]White text The man reacts first, and you feel a ball of force slam into your chest, dealing(1d4+1)[5]damage. You also have a -4 strength penalty until further notice. Do you want to keep your previous turn as stated? Originally Posted by Fanatic The man reacts first, and you feel a ball of force slam into your chest, dealing [roll0] damage. You also have a -4 strength penalty until further notice. Do you want to keep your previous turn as stated? Yes. I rolled two natural twenties in a row, and I'm not going to spit in the RNG' faces by throwing that away. He dies in a glorious explosion of blood and gore.150 XP, and you find the following loot on his body: his silk robe, his diadem, three pieces of crumpled paper, and four ink pens. Originally Posted by Fanatic He dies in a glorious explosion of blood and gore. 150 XP, and you find the following loot on his body: his silk robe, his diadem, three pieces of crumpled paper, and four ink pens. "Nobody owns me." Xen said as he sheathed his blade. Spoiler Hide Going to Search his desk, [obvious]and take 20 doing it[/obvious]. There are four drawers, all locked. But one locked. Edit: And you feel your strength return to your limbs midway through your search. Men searches the corpse for the keys to the drawers. Spoiler Hide Guess what I'm taking. No keys on his person. How odd. After not finding any keys, Men starts by slowly opening up the unlocked drawer. You find three sheets of parchment, two ink pens, and two vials of ink. Men takes the all of those out of the drawer, and then gets out his tools and starts picking the locks to the other drawers, making sure to check for anything first. Spoiler Hide Taking twenty to search each locked drawer for traps, and then taking twenty to unlock them. I should get through if the DC is 26 or lower. Your tools open the locks easily enough, but the drawers stay closed. Men rubs his chin for a moment before going back and getting his crowbar from his ass, though he gives it a carrot to stop its braying. Standing back where he was originally, Men slaps the crowbar against his left palm, and gets to work on a more...direct method of opening the drawers. I'd like to take twenty on the strength check to opening the drawers, but if that isn't viable, I'll just roll. Strength check - (1d20+4)[18]strength check - (1d20+4)[23]strength check - (1d20+4)[22] Are the strength checks accounting for the +2 from the crowbar? Originally Posted by Fanatic Are the strength checks accounting for the +2 from the crowbar? Yes they are. You fail to open the drawers even by taking 20, then. Originally Posted by Fanatic You fail to open the drawers even by taking 20, then. Would a sledgehammer work then? Withoutdamaging anything that's in there? Only one way to find out. Originally Posted by Fanatic Only one way to find out. Right, I'll go with theswordoption than. Xen draws his sword and tries attacking the desk with the sword. Spoiler Hide I'm going to hack it open with a sword, but I'm going to stop once it's open enough to get into. Suder - (1d10+3)[9] super - (1d10+3)[5] super - (1d10+3)[13] super - (1d10+3)[4] super - (1d10+3)[6] super - (1d10+3)[11] super - (1d10+3)[12] super - (1d10+3)[9] super - (1d10+3)[6] super - (1d10+3)[7] Are you aiming at any drawer in particular, or whichever one opens first? Originally Posted by Fanatic Are you aiming at any drawer in particular, or whichever one opens first? I'm trying to avoid damaging things that are in the drawers while at the same time trying to get in the drawers, so one at a time, but only as many rolls per drawer that are needed to get them open. (1d3)[3](1d2)[2]White text. The first drawer opens after three swings, revealing approximately two hundred ink pens. The second drawer opens after a furtherthreefour swings, revealing approximately twelve vials of ink, three of which are broken. The third drawer looks pretty beat up, but you haven't opened it yet. Originally Posted by Fanatic The first drawer opens after three swings, revealing approximately two hundred ink pens. The second drawer opens after a further three swings, revealing approximately twelve vials of ink, three of which are broken. The third drawer looks pretty beat up, but you haven't opened it yet. "Well, I do believe I'm sensing a pattern here. Why, I might believe that this drawer might just have parchment in it! Meh, I'd rather have what I don't need than to need what I don't have." Xen takes a deep swig from his water jug and gets back to work. Spoiler Hide sunder - (1d10+3)[9] sunder - (1d10+3)[4] sunder - (1d10+3)[12] sunder - (1d10+3)[9] sunder - (1d10+3)[13] Armand... taxa! Parchment! Fifty pages, to be precise. Originally Posted by Fanatic Armand... taxa! Parchment! Fifty pages, to be precise. "Well, what are you know?" It takes Men a few minutes, but he gets his donkey and himself to this room, avoiding the tripwire. And then packs away the parchment, ink, and pens. But he takes a few moments to try and identify the worth of the diadem and silk robes. Appraisal, robe - (1d20+1)[16]Appraisal, diadem - (1d20+1)[21] You think the robe could sell for about 5gp, and the diadem ten times that. Originally Posted by Fanatic You think the robe could sell for about 5gp, and the diadem ten times that. Packing away the diadem and silk robes, he starts examining the other two doors for traps. Spoiler Hide Do I even need to say that I'm taking twenty anymore? You find a tripwire at the northwest door, and another at the southwest. Men notes the tripwires, and opens to both doors before deciding where to go. Opening the southern door reveals a hall that runs to the north and south. To the north, it runs for ten feet before ending in a blank wall. To the south, it runs for thirty feet before turning east. Opening the northern door reveals a hall that runs ten feet to the north before turning west, and ten feet to the west before turning north. The entire area seems to be filled with vending machines. Originally Posted by Fanatic Opening the southern door reveals a hall that runs to the north and south. To the north, it runs for ten feet before ending in a blank wall. To the south, it runs for thirty feet before turning east. Opening the northern door reveals a hall that runs ten feet to the north before turning west, and ten feet to the west before turning north. The entire area seems to be filled with vending machines. I'm assuming thatthisis the magic quick-e-mart than? And just to make sure, can I use the machines, and then go back and clear out the rest of this floor? And can I hock some of my loot here? Yes, yes, and yes, in that order. Originally Posted by Fanatic Yes, yes, and yes, in that order. Do I get the full value from the stuff I hock, or only a percentage back? Normal sale price - 50% of what it costs you to buy it. Will the machines give me what they areactuallyworth, or what Ithinkthey are worth? What they're actually worth. There's an identification machine if you're curious. Originally Posted by Fanatic What they're actually worth. There's an identification machine if you're curious. Is it free? The machine advertises its services as being "Fast! Accurate! Free*!" Interdimensional Shipping and Handling Fee of one (1) gold piece is incurred for each transaction." First things first, I'll send in the diadem and robes (along with the two gold pieces needed) to see if they're magical. They are not. The receipt the machine offers shows that your original estimates were correct. "He. Guess father was right when he said I had a good eye." Next, Men sends the "nice" suit of studded leather in along with a gold piece (I almost forgot about this one.) Masterwork Studded Leather Armor. Alright, I'll change into the masterwork armor, and then hock the following:Spoiler Hide Two suits of studded leather armor one rapier one long sword one longbow one light crossbow one buckler That should amount to 87 gold, right? I believe that amounts to an even 100gp, minus the identification costs. Originally Posted by Fanatic I believe that amounts to an even 100gp, minus the identification costs. Is one or more of the other items' masterwork? Because I was going on the assumption none of those items were masterwork. No? By my accounting, the sold items tally thus:Longbow: 37.5 rapier: 10 studded Leather x2: 25 gpLongsword: 7.5 buckler: 7.5 plight Crossbow: 12.5 GP Originally Posted by Fanatic No? By my accounting, the sold items tally thus: Longbow: 37.5 GP Rapier: 10 GP Studded Leather x2: 25 GP Long sword: 7.5 GP Buckler: 7.5 GP Light Crossbow: 12.5 GP Oh! I forgot to count the crossbow, that's why! Anyway, I'll take my now liquidated assets and pack them away, but not before exchanging 50 gold for a potion of Cure Light Wounds. After a bit of searching you find the potion machine. It spits it out your CLW potion like a soda can. What next? Oh, and it should be noted that there's a money changer here, too. Originally Posted by Fanatic After a bit of searching you find the potion machine. It spits it out your CLW potion like a soda can. What next? Oh, and it should be noted that there's a money changer here, too. I was going to ask... Is it free though? (I kind of doubt it, but moneychangers don't always need to make money themselves, as long as they allow your costumers to use your other machines.) You put coins in, you get coins back. No fee. Originally Posted by Fanatic You put coins in, you get coins back. No fee. Alright, I'll exchange 100 silver pieces for 10 gold pieces. Then I'll exchange 50 gold pieces for 5 platinum pieces. And then I'll backtrack a little, and start going down the path outside the room that this was connected to, the one I entered the office from.EDIT:Was I too obtuse there? Do you need me to clarify that? I don't mean to be rule, but just in case you hadn't noticed... That path continues to the east for ten feet before turning south.At the bend, you see that it continues south for thirty-five feet before ending in a door. Men continues warily, and makes sure to search the door at the end of the hall. Nothing stops your movement, and you find no traps on the door. Originally Posted by Fanatic Nothing stops your movement, and you find no traps on the door. Men opens the door slightly and peeks through. Spoiler Hide spot, just in case you need me to roll one. - (1d20+2)[11] Opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_ 1||||||| 2||||||| 3||||||| 4||||A||| 5||||||| 6||||||| 7|||||||[/table] There is a suit of banded mail in the middle of the room, a long sword held in the rusted gauntlets. There is a door at B-1, which you are just outside, another at D-1, another at A-4, and another at G-4. First things first, Men starts checking the two doors for traps. There's a total of four doors in the room. Which are you checking? Originally Posted by Fanatic There's a total of four doors in the room. Which are you checking? Odd, I thought I wrote three... oh well. I'll check thethreeremaining doors. Which are you checking first, then? Yes, it's relevant. Originally Posted by Fanatic Which are you checking first, then? Yes, it's relevant. The one nearest to the door I entered from. The one at D-4, then the one G-4, then lastly the one at A-4. And I'm taking 20 just to make sure. The floor falls out under your feet as soon as you take a step to the east. Reflex save. Originally Posted by Fanatic The floor falls out under your feet as soon as you take a step to the east. Reflex save. Well, that'll show me for not searching EVERY SINGLE SPACE I ENTER.(1d20+4)[7] Splat. 20ft falling damage and a climb out. [Roll=falling]2d6[roll] [roll=falling]2d6[roll] [roll]2d6[/roll] Oh, come on! (2d6)[8]There you go. Falling - (2d6)[3][4](7)Work dammit! Well, either way, I'm glad I have that potion.(1d8+1)[3] I hate the dice roller. It gives me great rolls when I don't need them that much, and rolls piss when I do. THAT is why I take ten whenever I can. And I'm taking ten on the climb check. So, 12. Easy enough. You have a natural chimney and a corner to brace yourself against, for -15 on a DC of 20, total 5. Which side are you climbing out on? Originally Posted by Fanatic Easy enough. You have a natural chimney and a corner to brace yourself against, for -15 on a DC of 20, total 5. Which side are you climbing out on? To back where I was originally, the one space that I know for a fact is not trapped. After that, I'm going back to the Win-e-Mart and exchanging that gem and my 5 platinum pieces to get seven more potions of Cure Light Wounds. After that, I'll come back to this room, and take 20 searching all the spaces that I can move onto before moving onto any of them. So, I'll be taking 20 searching spaces A-1, A-2, B-2, and C-2. What's your search mod and do you have trap finding? (It's very difficult to keep track of forty sheets at once.) Originally Posted by Fanatic What's your search mod and do you have trap finding? (It's very difficult to keep track of forty sheets at once. "+5" and "Yes" respectively. You know what? I've going to avoid this room; the floor just booking disappearing? I just don't think that it's worth it. So, after I get the potions, I'll drink one ((1d8+1)[7]) and then go back to the first one (making sure to avoid the tripwires) and open all the doors after touching them with one of my 5-foot poles. Clarification: By "first one" you mean the room you started in? Originally Posted by Fanatic Clarification: By "first one" you mean the room you started in? Yes, the first room. The door at A-4 opens to reveal a north-south corridor. The door at B-5 opens to reveal a south running corridor. The door at D-5 reveals an east-running corridor. Which do you want to investigate first? Originally Posted by Fanatic The door at A-4 opens to reveal a north-south corridor. The door at B-5 opens to reveal a south running corridor. The door at D-5 reveals an east-running corridor. Which do you want to investigate first? So I can map it out, how far do the hallways go? Or at least, how far can I see down the hallways from the doorways? To point it out so you don't have to look it up: he sun rods extend clearly for 30ft, and shadowy for 60ft. A-4 door:Spoiler Hide reveals a hall running to the north and south. To the north, it runs for forty feet before ending in a blank wall. To the south, it runs for fifty feet before turning west. Twenty-five feet to the north, there is a door on the west side of the hall. Five feet to the south, there is a door on the west side of the hall. Thirty feet to the south, the hall splits east. Forty feet to the south, the hall splits east. B-5 door:Spoiler Hide reveals a hall running to the south for twenty feet before turning west. There is a door on the east face of the bend. D-5 door:Spoiler Hide reveals a hall running to the east for ten feet before ending in a blank wall. Men stands just outside the west-most door (A-4) with on hand balled in fist, and rubbing his chin with the other, his sun rod tucked into his belt"That door there,"he pointed to the one south of him."should lead right back into that statue room with the trapped floor. I'll save that one for later. And that hallway there seems to lead right back into the wet room here... or is it that that door number three in this room leads to the hallway too?" He says to nobody in particular." Does it even matter? ... And who am I talking to anyway?" -----First things first, I'll check out the D-5 room. Turning the room upside down, but checking for traps before I enter it. And just to check: the hallway that leads off of doors 3-4 (counting clockwise, and starting from the door at F-1) continues after the second branch, right? You make a fine mess out of the short hall, but find nothing. I think that's correct, but my muddled brain doesn't completely grasp what you're saying. Next, I'll carefully* move south down the north-south hall, and check out the two hallways before making any further decision. Spoiler Hide Quick question: are the torches in the starting room still burning? *guess what this means. The torches are still burning somehow. A wizard did it. You find a tripwire five feet south of the door. The first eastern hall runs ten feet before turning north. The second runs ten feet before turning south. And the one that goes to the west? Ten feet before turning north. I'll go down the first hallway... first. I just realized that I forgot to mention that there is a door on the eastern face of the bend in the first hall. Does that change anything? Sorry for the delay, busy day! Right now I'm just mapping out the hallways, so I won't be going in any doors, at least until I run out of hallways. So, unless the hall has anything else in it besides the door and does anything else besides connect back to the wet room, I'll carefully go down the second eastern hallway. Sorry, missed this somehow. The first hall does indeed connect back to your starting room. The second runs east for ten feet, then south for twenty feet before turning east again. There is a door on the east face, ten feet down, and another on the south face of the bend. Originally Posted by Fanatic Sorry, missed this somehow. The first hall does indeed connect back to your starting room. The second runs east for ten feet, then south for twenty feet before turning east again. There is a door on the east face, ten feet down, and another on the south face of the bend. So, it goes east for ten feet, south for twenty feet, and then east for another ten feet before turning south again, right? Anyway, I'll keep carefully following the hallway for now. But I will stop to inspect the door. Um, nope. The second hall goes east for ten feet from the main north-south hall. Then it turns south and goes twenty feet. Then it turns east again. Ten feet down the south turn, there's a door on the east side of the hall. On the south side of the east turn, there's another door. Better? Originally Posted by Fanatic Um, nope. The second hall goes east for ten feet from the main north-south hall. Then it turns south and goes twenty feet. Then it turns east again. Ten feet down the south turn, there's a door on the east side of the hall. On the south side of the east turn, there's another door. Better? I think I got it (I should really get a scanner for my room). I'll keep moving along as described, but I will make sure to inspect both doors. Nothing special on either. You see that the hall continues east for fifteen feet before ending in another door. Originally Posted by Fanatic Nothing special on either. You see that the hall continues east for fifteen feet before ending in another door. I'll inspect the door, and then backtrack and follow thewesternhallway. It continues west for ten feet, then north for twenty, then west for thirty before turning north. There's a door on the south face of the hall after fifteen feet, and another after twenty-five. Originally Posted by Fanatic It continues west for ten feet, then north for twenty, then west for thirty before turning north. There's a door on the south face of the hall after fifteen feet, and another after twenty-five. Just to make sure, the doors are in thesecondeast-west part of the hallway, right? And I'll carefully continue on, but stop to check the doors. And I will try to listen through them if they are not trapped. * post roll count doesn't match database I forgot that Rolls can't be edited: I rolled an adjusted 3 (natural 2) on the first door, and an adjusted 15 (natural 14) on the second Yes they are, and you hear nothing. The hall continues north for forty feet before turning west. There is a door on the east face of the hall, twenty-five feet north. Originally Posted by Fanatic Yes they are, and you hear nothing. The hall continues north for forty feet before turning west. There is a door on the east face of the hall, twenty-five feet north. I'll inspect the door (take 20), and then move and then carefully follow the hallway. You don't see anything special. I've stopped noting tripwires, by the way, since you're taking 20 every square and will see them no matter what. The hall continues west for twenty feet, south for ten, east for ten, south for twenty, then west for twenty before turning south. It splits north after ten feet. Originally Posted by Fanatic You don't see anything special. I've stopped noting tripwires, by the way, since you're taking 20 every square and will see them no matter what. The hall continues west for twenty feet, south for ten, east for ten, south for twenty, then west for twenty before turning south. It splits north after ten feet. Uh, when I mapped that out, I noticed that that kind of conflicts with a description that you gave me of that hallway off of the office next to the magic mart. Can you post an image for me? (I'll scan and post my map too.) Can you just post your image, and I'll see what's wrong? Blacking out areas on the map is a huge pain. Originally Posted by Fanatic Can you just post your image, and I'll see what's wrong? Blacking out areas on the map is a huge pain. I said I would; I just don't have a scanner in my room. Warning: big. Spoiler Hide Image Shack has a convenient resizing option. I use it when posting maps on the boards. One moment while I check. Edit: At a glance, you seem to be tacking on an extra five feet for every turn. When I say "turns north" or "bends south" or whatever, I mean that the next square goes in that direction. I don't count the square where you're standing when I calculate distance, so a hall with a total distance of fifteen feet from east to west will read as "ten feet to the east before X" if you're standing in the western square. Originally Posted by Fanatic Image Shack has a convenient resizing option. I use it when posting maps on the boards. One moment while I check. Edit: At a glance, you seem to be tacking on an extra five feet for every turn. When I say "turns north" or "bends south" or whatever, I mean that the next square goes in that direction. I don't count the square where you're standing when I calculate distance, so a hall with a total distance of fifteen feet from east to west will read as "ten feet to the east before X" if you're standing in the western square. I'll need a little while to redraw my map. Originally Posted by Fanatic The hall continues west for twenty feet, south for ten, east for ten, south for twenty, then west for twenty before turning south. It splits north after ten feet. Can you describe this again? I'm not too sure how a north-south hallsplitsnorth. Or is it the east-west hall that split north before it turns south? The westbound hall splits north after ten feet. Descriptions of halls are their longest dimension that you can see, followed by distinguishing features along them (doors, offshoots, etc.) Okay, I'll check out both the north branch and the south turn. Originally Posted by Fanatic Opening the southern door reveals a hall that runs to the north and south. To the north, it runs for ten feet before ending in a blank wall. To the south, it runs for thirty feet before turning east. Do splits like that take the space directly in front of the door into account? No. Whitetext. Update in the morning, bed now. The north branch continues for ten feet before turning west. The south branch continues for forty feet before turning east. Originally Posted by Fanatic The north branch continues for ten feet before turning west. The south branch continues for forty feet before turning east. I'll carefully follow the south hallway. It continues east for twenty feet before turning south. It continues south for ten feet before turning west. There is a door on the east face of the bend. Originally Posted by Fanatic It continues east for twenty feet before turning south. It continues south for ten feet before turning west. There is a door on the east face of the bend. I'll exhausting Search the door (Taking 20), and then continue carefully following the hall. Nothing of note. It continues west for twenty feet, then south for twenty feet, then east for twenty feet before ending in a door. I'll take 20 searching the door, and then take 20 to listen at the door if I don't find anything. And just in case I can't take 20...listen - (1d20+2)[13]IOC: WOAH, did I really just spend half a hour running back and forth in my bedroom? Apparently so. You don't find or hear anything interesting. Men tucks his sun rod into his belt, and opens the door slowly with his sword held in one hand. In case you need them:listen - (1d20+2)[17]spot - (1d20+2)[13] Opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_ 1|||||| 2|||||| 3|||||| 4|||W||| 5|||||| 6|||||| 7||||||[/table] There is a door at A-7, which you are just outside, another at A-3, and another at F-1, east side. There is a single unarmed war forged in the center of the room, his body gleaming with adamantine plating. Roll initiative. (1d20+2)[18] initiative - (1d20+2)[6]Rolling, rolling, rolling down the river... Forgot about this:Spoiler Hide HP:10/10 AC:15 Stance: - Maneuvers readied: Blistering Flourish Burning Blade Distracting Ember Moment of Perfect Clarity Sapphire Nightmare Blade The War forged charges to A-7 and tries to grapple you. Attack vs flatfooted touch AC:(1d20+3)[16]If successful, opposed grapple:(1d20+7)[17]If failed, damage:(1d3+2)[4]Edit: Touch attack should be +5 from the charge, not that it matters. Originally Posted by Fanatic The War forged charges to A-7 and tries to grapple you. Attack vs flatfooted touch AC: [roll0] If successful, opposed grapple: [roll1] If failed, damage: [roll2] Edit: Touch attack should be +5 from the charge, not that it matters. I have no idea what I'm supposed to do. Make an opposed grapple check. If you fail, take the damage indicated, and you're now grappling. Originally Posted by Fanatic Make an opposed grapple check. I believe I get an attack of opportunity first. So:Attack of Opportunity - (1d20+3)[21]AOO Damage - (1d10+3)[9]opposed grapple - (1d20+2)[18] I can't access your character sheet, but I didn't remember you having combat reflexes. If you do, then yes. Originally Posted by Fanatic I can't access your character sheet, but I didn't remember you having combat reflexes. If you do, then yes. I just noticed that the only place it actuallysaysthat you can't make Attacks of Opportunity while flatfooted is Combat Reflexes. How odd. I could make an argument that because there is no actual rule saying that you can't, then you can. Just to check, I won the opposed grapple check, so I can draw a dagger and attack with it right? You could try, but you'd be wrong. You can indeed draw a weapon and try to stab him. Furthermore, you're not actually grappling at this point. Originally Posted by Fanatic You could try, but you'd be wrong. I was going by the printed book. Originally Posted by Fanatic You can indeed draw a weapon and try to stab him. Alright, I'll draw one of my daggers, and then attack and boost with Burning Blade. So...another grapple check if I need one; If I don't, just ignore this. - (1d20+2)[9]And as he doesn't have his dexterity bonus, I should get sneak attack damage. Attack - (1d20+2)[5]sneak attack - (1d6)[4]fire - (1d6+1)[2] Why wouldn't he have his dexterity bonus? You're not grappling since you won the grapple check. In any case, you miss, and he tries to grapple you again.(1d20+3)[23]vs touch AC. Opposed grapple, if that hits:(1d20+7)[24]Damage, if you fail the grapple:(1d3+2)[4]Edit: Also, that quote can be found on page 137 of the PHB. Anyhow, you're now grappling. Opposed grapple or Escape Artist check to escape. Originally Posted by Fanatic Why wouldn't he have his dexterity bonus? You're not grappling since you won the grapple check. In any case, you miss, and he tries to grapple you again. [roll0] vs touch AC. Opposed grapple, if that hits: [roll1] Damage, if you fail the grapple: [roll2] Edit: Also, that quote can be found on page 137 of the PHB. I'll just get started on a new character; I'm not going to be able to win this against that kind of bonus. And the only reason I pulled the dagger was because I thought I was stuck in the grapple. Feel free to redo your last turn if you like, then, since you weren't actually grappling. Attacking with Sapphire Nightmare Blade, and then activating State of Clarity and marking the war forged the target. Concentration - (1d20+9)[14]attack - (1d20+3)[13]damage - (1d10+3)[9]SNB damage - (1d6)[4]sneak attack - (1d6)[5]And then, if he is going to grapple me, I'll roll for the attack of opportunity. AoO Attack - (1d20+3)[17]AOO Damage - (1d10+3)[6]Spoiler Hide HP:10/10 AC:15 (17 against Mr Hugs.) Stance: - Maneuvers readied: Blistering Flourish Burning Blade Distracting Ember Moment of Perfect Clarity Sapphire Nightmare Blade Miss. He has Improved Grapple, so no AOO. I don't know what I was thinking when I said you'd get an AOO earlier, sorry. Touch attack:(1d20+3)[22]Grapple:(1d20+7)[16]Damage:(1d3+2)[5] Originally Posted by Fanatic Miss. He has Improved Grapple, so no AOO. I don't know what I was thinking when I said you'd get an AOO earlier, sorry. Touch attack: [roll0] Grapple: [roll1] Damage: [roll2] I rolled and eight and then messed things up. Well, an eight doesn't get you out, so it's your turn. Opposed escape artist or grapple, your choice. Originally Posted by Fanatic Well, an eight doesn't get you out, so it's your turn. Opposed escape artist or grapple, your choice. Well, I'll be rolling the exact same thing for either one, but the escape artist check will at least get Mouton the grapple. Escape artist; watch this be a natural one - (1d20+2)[5] He automatically beats that with his grapple mod. His turn, he tries to squeeze the life out of you again. Opposed grapple:(1d20+7)[19]Damage:(1d3+2)[3] Originally Posted by Fanatic He automatically beats that with his grapple mod. His turn, he tries to squeeze the life out of you again. Opposed grapple: [roll0] Damage: [roll1] Is it possible to get out a potion? The only things you're able to draw in a grapple are a light weapon (requires an opposed grapple check) or a material component (requires a full-round action). Originally Posted by Fanatic The only things you're able to draw in a grapple are a light weapon (requires an opposed grapple check) or a material component (requires a full-round action). Well, I'm dead if I do nothing, so I'll draw a dagger and attack boosted by Burning Blade. Pleasethrow me a bone. Grapple - (1d20+2)[15]to attack - (1d20+2)[17]damage - (1d4+2)[6]fire - (1d6+1)[5] Opposed grapple:(1d20+7)[12]He gets stabbed, and a wee bit toasted, but is still alive and kicking. Or squeezing, as the case may be. Edit: Wait a tick. You take a -4 penalty to attacks while grappling. So that misses. Originally Posted by Fanatic Opposed grapple: [roll0] He gets stabbed, and a wee bit toasted, but is still alive and kicking. Or squeezing, as the case may be. Ofcoursehe is, I'm notthatlucky. Opposed grapple or escape artist, right? Well, no, since you didn't actually stab him (see above). Opposed checks to escape require a standard action. Link. Of course, it doesn't actually hit, because the dice roller never gives me good rolls when I actually need them! Opposed grapple to squeeze you really, really hard:(1d20+7)[21]Damage:(1d3+2)[4] grapple, please God let this work - (1d20+2)[12]Spoiler Hide just a little test, this has absolutely nothing to do with the game - (1000d20)[11][1][19][9][16][18][9][5][1][6][7][11][10][16][10][17][8][19][9][9][4][15][13][8][2][20][3][12][20][16][7][16][18][10][15][16][18][12][13][15][13][10][4][13][7][12][20][16][17][17][16][8][9][9][6][3][5][6][5][8][15][4][9][8][3][11][19][5][13][10][17][12][13][20][2][5][8][5][14][20][6][12][16][5][14][12][16][1][16][4][10][15][3][2][20][19][16][18][6][16][6][4][1][10][8][1][12][19][19][18][10][8][14][11][20][3][15][19][16][6][19][20][3][11][17][12][5][6][7][7][9][17][20][4][13][2][4][11][19][20][4][6][6][3][6][12][13][15][17][15][18][9][2][2][11][7][9][19][17][16][17][3][6][11][16][15][19][16][17][17][15][10][8][12][10][8][8][6][20][8][7][9][7][5][11][13][3][2][15][9][12][13][9][16][1][16][19][20][20][4][2][9][13][1][14][16][20][14][19][19][8][3][7][2][17][7][1][20][20][11][4][19][11][3][3][1][14][11][13][12][5][16][7][3][7][13][10][17][19][18][11][10][7][2][17][13][14][15][9][4][4][16][5][20][7][13][8][4][13][20][17][3][10][20][17][20][15][4][9][14][1][15][8][17][12][13][3][9][15][12][10][2][15][7][18][7][18][16][14][18][4][9][14][3][7][13][8][15][9][12][10][20][15][9][10][15][17][10][11][6][1][13][2][5][4][4][6][14][16][18][1][4][18][8][19][14][10][3][9][12][8][16][14][10][12][5][3][17][4][7][5][1][5][16][19][15][11][20][11][11][5][8][20][6][16][10][16][2][1][3][12][14][16][4][8][5][2][1][12][20][9][10][12][16][18][7][15][1][9][20][5][6][5][12][1][20][20][4][17][17][8][9][19][13][12][14][6][13][7][11][10][12][20][9][18][8][13][10][14][16][10][9][12][8][7][12][3][2][13][6][16][9][15][17][14][8][8][14][10][12][1][17][20][13][20][6][18][14][6][9][2][2][18][3][3][18][4][6][18][15][18][16][19][7][15][18][9][10][5][2][2][17][7][8][18][14][10][17][18][10][14][5][5][16][9][18][1][17][19][20][11][1][20][8][17][13][3][8][1][8][18][11][13][16][9][9][4][1][5][11][7][16][12][3][16][15][11][8][18][7][20][11][20][2][7][11][3][15][16][15][19][1][5][12][1][1][17][8][9][18][11][7][8][18][1][19][6][7][20][16][5][5][10][13][18][19][7][16][15][19][6][15][15][10][8][1][11][17][5][15][18][16][7][9][19][5][16][11][16][2][12][18][1][10][18][1][8][13][14][6][5][9][18][15][17][6][16][3][7][3][20][10][5][13][17][17][8][17][10][19][13][13][4][4][20][20][4][6][12][4][5][7][8][15][1][17][11][11][18][1][19][18][7][11][6][12][17][10][12][14][7][16][12][19][14][4][8][12][3][6][3][4][5][11][16][17][4][15][16][15][5][6][3][15][7][8][17][17][4][15][5][8][4][5][15][9][7][5][16][19][2][1][12][20][13][4][3][13][13][2][1][11][6][19][6][11][12][6][4][2][10][19][12][6][10][6][9][19][14][15][3][8][4][8][12][13][13][2][9][13][13][15][19][5][19][17][1][13][17][14][16][12][3][11][12][3][5][14][19][4][1][20][14][2][1][20][19][12][5][20][8][19][2][3][12][4][12][5][14][5][6][18][7][4][7][2][15][1][5][7][5][6][10][19][17][8][17][8][13][7][11][18][20][4][3][6][14][17][18][17][1][18][13][19][9][10][12][12][10][4][19][3][15][15][20][10][17][2][20][2][3][7][10][7][5][10][20][17][1][19][19][12][20][17][1][20][3][13][13][1][2][14][11][16][2][5][2][2][2][17][18][12][2][3][3][17][8][8][13][13][7][7][5][17][18][12][15][8][6][15][8][6][16][9][8][18][19][7][5][20][10][4][9][6][4][13][9][11][14][20][15][2][1][19][1][12][2][6][18][10][2][6][1][14][6][19][18][1][15][14][3][16][17][11][11][14][14][14][8][4][10][2][15][3][5][5][15][8][11][3][14][18][20][4][20][12][16][19][7][19][11][5][3][9][7][8][3][14][11][7][2][10][15][1][12][10][8][7][4][20][9][6][19][2][10][20][5][15][13][4][12][2][3][12][2][7][18][8][8][10][9][14][14][17][9][12][8][19][7][18][18][12][9][6][1][3][12][4][8][2][13][1][9][15][6][4][19][5][11][8][18][7][16][16][15][1][10][2][17][7](10602) Originally Posted by Justin [roll0] Yeah, **** you too dice roller. Should the robot stop squeezing, or are you going to try to get out? Originally Posted by Fanatic Should the robot stop squeezing, or are you going to try to get out? Considering I'm at -1? He squeezes your unconscious form a couple more times for good measure. Your funeral dirge. Now I remember why I stopped playing D&D for so long. I ****ING hate first level. A bump so I can remove this from my subscription list. The air surrounding you fairly hum with the residue of magic, an aftereffect of the spell that brought you to this place. A quick glance reveals that you are in a small room, devoid of any life save for yourself. The sound of dripping water can be heard faintly, and the stone walls are slick with moisture. In complete defiance of logic, a torch is already lit, resting in a sconce near the room's single door. Map:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_ 1||| 2||X| 3||| 4|||[/table] There is a door at C-4, south side. DM notes:Spoiler Hide Sheet. First things first: I'll take 20 searching every floor space and all the walls, and then the door. It all looks completely normal. Originally Posted by Fanatic It all looks completely normal. Alright, I'll take a 10-foot pole and give the door a nice tap before opening it. Opening the door reveals a hallway running to the east and south. Without a light source, it's impossible to tell more. Men takes the torch from the wall and then takes another look. The torch explodes when you touch it, killing you instantly. Bringing the torch into the hallway reveals that it runs to the east further than you can see. After ten feet, it splits to the north and south. After thirty feet, there is a door on the north side of the hall. To the south, it runs for thirty feet before teeing to the east and west. After twenty feet, it splits east. Would that be:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_ 1|||_]|X||X|X| 2|||_]|X||X|X| 3|||_]|X||X|X 4|__|__|#]|X||X|X 5|X|X|||| 6|X|X||X||X|X 7|X|X||X||X|X[/table] Yep. Whitetext. IOC: That was a little time-consuming, but most of it was from learning how the table stuff worked. From now on, I'll just check that when I'm confused about the map. Anyway... Xen starts moving carefully down the east hall towards the door, searching the walls and the floors for anything (Taking 20). When he gets there, he searches the door for traps or anything suspicious (Taking 20), and then listens at the door (taking 20 if able, otherwise...). Spoiler Hide (1d20+2)[9] (1d20+2)[15] (1d20+2)[4] You can ask for a map whenever you would want. You reach the intersection. To the north it goes 20ft and turns east. To the south it goes 20ft and turns west. There is a door 15ft to the south.10ft down the eastern hall you find a concealed pit trap. Originally Posted by Sliver You can ask for a map whenever you would want. I did once, Fanatic said blanking out all the areas I hadn't gotten to yet was a bitch, and I really didn't want to overburden him, so I dropped the subject. Originally Posted by Sliver You reach the intersection. To the north it goes 20ft and turns east. To the south it goes 20ft and turns west. There is a door 15ft to the south. 10ft down the eastern hall you find a concealed pit trap. Is that at the intersection? Is the T intersection to the south also. Men backtracks back to the intersection, and then heads down the southern hall towards the door, carefully searching the floor and walls (taking 20), and then searching the door when he gets to it (taking 20). Right into the hall, on the first 5ft, you find another pit trap. Alright, I'll backtrack to in front of the first room, and then take the southern pathway, searching the floors and the walls (and again, taking 20 to do so). OK, you reach the split without issue. Go east or into the T intersection? Originally Posted by Sliver OK, you reach the split without issue. Go east or into the T intersection? I'll take a look down the T-junction, then go east. East in the split or at the T? At the T it goes west for 10ft before turning south. It goes east 40ft before turning north. 35ft in there is a door on the northern side. Originally Posted by Sliver East in the split or at the T? At the T it goes west for 10ft before turning south. It goes east 40ft before turning north. 35ft in there is a door on the northern side. The east at the split, not the T. How those distances take the space at the end of the north-south hall into account? These always confuse me for some reason... It is from the square in front of you to the wall. So your square isn't counted for distance but the last one in the hall counts. Originally Posted by Sliver It is from the square in front of you to the wall. So your square isn't counted for distance but the last one in the hall counts. Okay, I'll head down the east split now, searching everything and taking 20. So, east in the split and north towards the door (seen in the map)? You reach it with no issues. I'll search the door (taking 20) and then listen at it. Spoiler Hide (1d20+2)[6] (1d20+2)[20] (1d20+2)[5] Nothing unusual. Men opens the door slowly, trying to avoid detection. Spoiler Hide - (1d20+1)[9] Move Silently - (1d20+1)[2] Initiative - (1d20+3)[7] spot - (1d20+2)[15] listen - (1d20+2)[14] I assume you're opening it from one side, so you have cover to hide? If so, which side, north or south? From the South. Well, you see part of the room. It looks empty. Men pokes one eye out from behind the door and takes another look. Spoiler Hide spot - (1d20+2)[14] hide - (1d20+1)[6] listen - (1d20+2)[14] Looking inside door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_ 1||||| 2||||| 3||||| 4||||B|H[/table] There is a door at A-2, which you are just outside, another at E-4, south side and another at E-3. There is a human wearing a chain shirt and holding a long sword standing behind a beast with patchy dark fur that covers its unhealthy shrunken black skin in some places. Open sores dot its hide and a feral, catlike head glances with its blank eyes at the wall in front of it. Spot:(1d20+1)[10] The human saw you, roll initiative(1d20+2)[5] Alrighty then.[roll=Initiative]1d20+3[roll] >Initiative - (1d20+3)[13] Men grabs his sword and darts forward; just before he reaches he targets, his sword is covered in flame. He tries to ram it through the human. Attack - (1d20+3)[9]damage - (1d10+3)[12]sneak attack - (1d6)[2]Burning Blade - (1d6+1)[2]Spoiler Hide HP:10 AC:15 Maneuvers: Burning Blade Distracting Ember Sapphire Nightmare Blade Moment of Perfect Mind Blistering Flourish I forgot, I'm moving to D-3. I forgot to change the map. The human was at B3 when you looked. And where's the cat-thing? Same as on map. I'll redo my post then:Men grabs his sword when he notices his stealth has failed. He darts towards his adversary, his sword being engulfed in flame, and drives it home. Attack - (1d20+3)[20]damage - (1d10+3)[7]sneak attack - (1d6)[1]Burning Blade - (1d6+1)[3]Spoiler Hide HP:10 AC:15 Maneuvers: Burning Blade Distracting Ember Sapphire Nightmare Blade Moment of Perfect Mind Blistering Flourish You target the human again, basically changing only the end position, and want to re-roll? Nuh-uh. You missed. He steps away from you as the beast vanishes and casts rainbows! Will save. Originally Posted by Sliver You target the human again, basically changing only the end position, and want to re-roll? Nuh-uh. You missed. He steps away from you as the beast vanishes and casts rainbows! Will save. I posted again because you gave me incorrect information, anddidn't tell me the results of my original post. Will - (1d20+4)[19] The changed information didn't change what you wanted to do. I didn't tell you the results right away in case you wanted to actually change what you did. You didn't. You save, your turn. Moving up to him, using Distracting Umberto set up a flank, and then using Sapphire Nightmare Blade to attack.to hit - (1d20+5)[8]concentration - (1d20+9)[10]damage - (1d10+3)[12]SNB extra - (1d6)[4]sneak attack - (1d6)[3]Spoiler Hide HP:10 AC:15 Maneuvers: Burning Blade Distracting Ember Sapphire Nightmare Blade Moment of Perfect Mind Blistering Flourish Originally Posted by Justin to hit - (1d20+5)[8] concentration - (1d20+9)[10] damage - (1d10+3)[12] SNB extra - (1d6)[4] sneak attack - (1d6)[3] Of course. IIRC, the elemental doesn't threaten, so he moves to D2 and casts the rainbow again. Will save. Originally Posted by Sliver IIRC, the elemental doesn't threaten, so he moves to D2 and casts the rainbow again. Will save. I'm only writing this because of the character minimum. Will - (1d20+4)[10] You fail. You are unconscious, blinded, and stunned for(2d4)[5]rounds, then blinded and stunned for(1d4)[4]rounds, and then stunned for 1 round. CDG:(2d8-2)[11](2d8-2)[6](2d8-2)[9](2d8-2)[3](2d8-2)[5]Survive? Originally Posted by Sliver CDG: [roll0] [roll1] [roll2] [roll3] [roll4] Survive? Didn't even survive the first one.

Neverending Dungeon - Xen|rating:3.0

SCP_ The Foundation Proving Grounds [IC_OPEN!]

Mankind in its present state has been around for a quarter of a million years, yet only the last 4,000 have been of any significance. So, what did we do for nearly 250,000 years? We huddled in caves and around small fires, fearful of the things that we didn't understand. It was more than explaining why the sun came up, it was the mystery of enormous birds with heads of men and rocks that came to life. So we called them 'gods' and 'demons', begged them to spare us, and prayed for salvation. In time, their numbers dwindled and ours rose. The world began to make more sense when there were fewer things to fear, yet the unexplained can never truly go away, as if the universe demands the absurd and impossible. Mankind must not go back to hiding in fear. No one else will protect us, and we must stand up for ourselves. While the rest of mankind dwells in the light, we must stand in the darkness to fight it, contain it, and shield it from the eyes of the public, so that others may live in a sane and normal world. We secure. We contain. Furthermore, we protect.— The Administrator | Archive: CybraxiaCO-OP(S): G-Tech Corporation Rules:No GodmoddingNo MetagamingUse Correct Grammar and Spelling No one liners unless dialog. Don't be an ass. Operating clandestine and worldwide, the Foundation operates beyond jurisdiction, empowered and entrusted by every major national government with the task of containing anomalous objects, entities, and phenomena. These anomalies pose a significant threat to global security by threatening either physical or psychological harm. The Foundation operates to maintain normalcy, so that the worldwide civilian population can live and go on with their daily lives without fear, mistrust, or doubt in their personal beliefs, and to maintain human independence from extraterrestrial, extradimensional, and other extranormal influence. Our mission is three-fold:Secure The Foundation secures anomalies with the goal of preventing them from falling into the hands of civilian or rival agencies, through extensive observation and surveillance and by acting to intercept such anomalies at the earliest opportunity. ContainThe Foundation contains anomalies with the goal of preventing their influence or effects from spreading, by either relocating, concealing, or dismantling such anomalies or by suppressing or preventing public dissemination of knowledge thereof. ProtectThe Foundation protects humanity from the effects of such anomalies as well as the anomalies themselves until such time that they are either fully understood or new theories of science can be devised based on their properties and behavior. The Foundation may also neutralize or destroy anomalies as an option of last resort, if they are determined to be too dangerous to be contained." Red alert! Red Alert! Site is under attack!" The sirens blared as researchers and guards alike ran for cover. Only moments before, the site had seemed so quiet and peaceful. Then, everything was chaos." Lock down all Items to prevent breach! All security teams, move to designated positions. Non-combatant personnel should proceed to lock-down areas and await further instruction. This is not a drill." The voice continued. 5 minutes before alarm----------------------------------------------Sergeant Andrew, platoon sergeant of one of the facility's tactical response platoons, was sitting in his office in the barracks where his platoon was stationed currently. The barracks itself was separated from the main building, to give the platoon room to train and carry out their own duties, while still keeping close to the facility. Andrew was in his office, typing away on his computer, checking through and responding to emails from superiors and co-workers and a few from his family, obviously having to lie to them for both their sake and SCPs as well. He told his family that he was simply a security contractor working as security for ports in the Pacific, which they bought with no issue. Andrew hated lying to his family, but it was the best for everyone. He would immediately turn off his computer and look at the picture frame of him and his family...he hasn't seen them in months...and honestly, he hated it...sure the money was good, and he got along with his men, but...just the constant lying and long periods of not seeing them...he didn't like it, especially seeing that him and his wife have been expecting a child for a little while now, and even though they can easily support the child to be soon, he really wants to be there for the child...and this line of work is far more dangerous than any other he has done before...even while as a soldier in the army...it was nothing compared to this. Just then, the alarm would sound with the intercoms blaring about the facility being under attack, and therefore he would immediately put the picture down and get on his phone on his desk where he called the facility to see if this was a drill and after a quick call, found out that it was in fact the real deal, and immediately hung up after it was confirmed, and then he redialed the barrack's intercom system, and repeated that it was not a drill and was the real thing, and within minutes, all the tactical response operatives in the team were geared up in their tactical guard with assault weapons, and waiting outside in their formation, outside the Humvee, and within another minute or so, Andrew would walk out of the barracks in a quick pace, in his tactical gear, but rather than wearing a helmet like most of his men, he just wore his black bandanna and rolled up his sleeves too, but this was just because it was more comfortable for him. He had his M733 rifle strapped to him, along with his S&W magnum with him in his holster and knives, and he would walk out in front of his men." Alright alright men, listen up! As I announced this is NOT a drill, the facility is currently under some sort of attack, whether it be from an SCP or outside force...I'm not sure, but the enemy shouldn't matter, but rather our mission of SCP, Secure the facility, Contain the threat and Protect the employees! 1st and 2nd Squads, you two will be advance team, lead by yours truly. We will insert into the facility via the side entrance and will check the first and second floors, and make sure that they are secured, and all threats are eliminated and any and all employees are safe! Third and forth squads, you will be backup! You will aid any employees that escape, take out any enemy force that tries to enter or exit, and you will also act as back up, in case we need additional men! Any questions? No? Good, let's move out!" Immediately, Andrew and his platoon got into their Humvee and trucks, mounted with machine guns, and would drive to the side entrance, while on the way there, Andrew would get on the radio in his Humvee and call, "HQ this is Hunter Platoon, we are en route to the facility, and will be there in just a second, what kind of threats are we dealing with here? Human or SCP? Over." Andrew then waited for security in the facility to respond. Kylian LaurentNU-7 San Hieronymus Operations Base / Mess Hall The NU-7 or "Hammer Down" outpost was stationed a little more than two kilometers from Site____-P, and was relatively small compared to the main Combat Force Base that was located nearer to the main facility, nestled among the nearby hills, it had a handful of buildings including an Armory, Barracks, Mess Hall and a Command and Communications room linked to a small Air Traffic Control tower which oversaw the small dirt landing strip that provided landing capability for prop aircraft and helicopters, those of which were secured in a canvas hangar over at the far side. The bases purpose was to provide a stopover for NU-7 personell on trans-pacific journeys and also provide support and logistics for NU-7 troops in the theater, for this it housed a small detachment of NU-7 troops one of those including Kylian, who had only arrived at the island days prior and was still getting used to the climate, he had been all over the world and could never really adjust to heat and humidity as quick as others...and thedamninsects. Kylian slapped the side of his neck, squashing the mosquito outright and smearing its remains over the palm of his hand, he looked at it in disgust before wiping it away with a napkin. He was attempting to enjoy his coffee and cheese sandwich in peace, but he had constantly been harassed by the mosquitoes hanging in the air, it was obvious the insect repellent didn't do a damn thing. All the research the SCP foundation did, and you would have thought they would have come up with a decent solution to annoying insects, especially when sometimes you were dealing with insects twice the size of a human. SCP-____would haunt his memories for the rest of his life. Shuddering at the thought, Kylian was no longer appetite by the sight of his sandwich and threw it into a nearby trash chute, sipping on the remainder of the strong black liquid they called coffee here. Outside the cool air-conditioned Mess Hall the hum of usual base activity filled his ears as he strode aimlessly around, taking in some of the sights and familiarizing himself with the surroundings. Just as he was about to take another sip of his coffee, a klaxon blared out seemingly next to his ears, causing him to spill the coffee on the ground in shock." Red alert! Red Alert! Site is under attack!" A voice shrilled along with the blaring alarms. Almost instantly the whole base jumped to life as troops put down what they were doing and rushed to their designated roles. Kylian swore in French to himself and rushed over into the Armory building to retrieve his weapons. One HK416 with various modifications as well as a Desert Eagle handgun, not standard issue of course but sometimes, when dealing with certain SCP's it helped to pack a little more firepower than say a 9mm. He pulled the slide back slightly to confirm it was loaded then tucked it into a hip holster next to a bandolier of Smoke Grenades. He also made sure that everything was sorted inside his field pack before he departed, the usual items included various medical supplies as well as spare ammo and when everything looked in order, he headed back out to regroup with some of his squad." Kylian. Let's go. Command is rattled about something" A large figure strode over to him and slapped him on the back. The large African American gentlemen by the name of Marco began to escort him to a waiting helicopter, the man was an Ex-Navy Seal or something, built like a tank and fast as an athlete, he had been Kylian's mentor even though Kylian himself was the commanding officer of the Squadron, he had helped him settle in quickly. The waiting MH-6 'Little bird' was already spooling up on the pad and had multiple operators already seated and waiting, ushering for the pair to hurry up. Kylian parked himself on the side bench of the chopper and strapped himself in and prepared for the ride. A single ground technician ushered the chopper out and into the air, from there it turned itself to the base and flew onward. They were flying headlong into an unknown situation, which was never good on any operation, let along heading into a facility full of strange horrors and creatures unknown to science, Kylian took a second to adjust his radio mic and keyed it into the main combat task force channel." This is Corporal Kylian Laurent leader of call sign 'Palisade'. Any and all friendly forces please respond" Kylian shouted into the microphone over the beating of the chopper blades. If they were flying in blind they might as well find out who they had at their back. Andrew and his platoon of 40 so men, in convoy of their Humvee and trucks all arrived at the side entrance of the facility, and would set up a defensive perimeter, with the Humvee with mounted weapons, formed a 'V' shaped formation, barricading the entrance, with several .50 cal Browning machine guns aiming at the entrance with several aiming away, covering every angle possible, while all the operatives would rush out of their respective vehicles, aside from the men who mounted the machine guns on the Humvee. Andrew himself would be overseeing the positioning of his men, but due to frequent drills and exercises, the men practically knew the procedure by heart and did it within moments. Andrew would step out of his Humvee, after making sure his M733 rifle and S&W 629 were both loaded, of which they were, and so he would step out of his Humvee, with revolver in his left hip holster (he is left-handed) and his rifle in hands, he stepped out and proceeded to stand out in front of all his troops. "Hunter Platoon, listen up! Our unit call signs for this mission are as followed, squads 1 and 2 will officially be called Hunter 1-1, while squads 3 and 4 will be Hunter 1-2. I'll personally be commanding Hunter 1-1, as we head into the facility to secure the first floor and second floor (lobby and offices) while Hunter 1-2 stays out here and acts as our backup unit and outside security force. No one gets in or out Hunter 1-2 will also be commanded by Staff Sergeant Taylor (Andrew's rank is a Sergeant First Class). Alright team, let's get ready to move!" Just then, a private would approach Andrew with a radio and say, "Excuse me, sir! We have a radio message from a Corporal Laurent of Nu-7, they are currently inbound via chopper and request radio response from unit commander." Andrew would take the radio and nod at the private who immediately went back to his position, and he would then raise and turn on the radio and respond. "Palisade, this is Sergeant First Class Andrew Hall, platoon sergeant for Hunter Platoon, tactical response unit. I read you loud and clear, we are the first responding unit to the facility, and so far, my platoon and I have set up a perimeter alongside the facility's western gate and entrance. I split my platoon into 2 teams, Hunter 1-1 and 1-2, I will be taking Hunter 1-1 inside the facility to Evan any and all remaining employees and secure the first 2 floors, while 1-2 holds down the outside. What is your ETA over?" Andrew responded, waiting for a response. At that moment, a radio transmission broke through, but very static. "Is anyone there? I re-[GARBLED] Is anyone there? We have intruders on levels 5 through 9. I think one of the guards said they were-"The transmission cut off to static. Anyone who could hear the transmission could be clear that there were gunshots in the background. A second transmission came up. "This is Director Kincaid. I'm ordering all MTF teams in the area to form a perimeter around the site. We have currently unidentified assailants in the base. Some of them might be dressed as Site Guards. Until further notice, I need no one coming in or out. That is an order. Kincaid out." The radio cut off again. "Palisade, this is Sergeant First Class Andrew Hall, platoon sergeant for Hunter Platoon, tactical response unit. I read you loud and clear, we are the first responding unit to the facility, and so far, my platoon and I have set up a perimeter alongside the facility's western gate and entrance. I split my platoon into 2 teams, Hunter 1-1 and 1-2, I will be taking Hunter 1-1 inside the facility to Evan any and all remaining employees and secure the first 2 floors, while 1-2 holds down the outside. What is your ETA over?"" Copy that Hunter. Our ETA is 3 mikes. We should be able to insert through the roof and SWE... Wait one Hunter I've got another incoming transmission"Kylian flipped the radio channel over to hear a certain Direct Kincaid come over the radio, the orders were to hold off on insertion due to unspecified hostile elements within the base, which may have blended in with normal security. Kylian lent over to shout in the pilots' ear." Situations changed. Put us into a holding pattern over the base. Orders are to hold off." He informed the pilot who nodded in acknowledgement. Kylian tried not to look down at the rushing scenery below him and wondered about what the hell was going on inside the facility. It was still unclear whether it was an SCP threat or human infiltration, either way he felt today wasn't going to be easy. Sergeant Andrew would hear the response and would immediately get off the mic and report to his men. He approached his men outside the entrance and would speak up, "Men, just received an update from Nu-7. Turn's out the site director is currently holding off on any and all troop infiltration operations, and we have standing orders to maintain outer perimeter security, and await for the arrival of additional units. So form up and execute procedure 61-2, now!" All of his men would immediately move into additional defensive positions, along with the Humvee and Hunter 1-2 that stayed in their current defensive positions, as Hunter 1-1 took up their defensive positions around the western entrance and side of the facility, while Hunter platoon would set up and pull out barbed wire barricades/roadblocks, alongside the actual entrance and several key openings and areas, fully locking down the western side." Palisade, this is Hunter Actual (Andrew), just reporting that we are holding off on all infiltration operations and are currently maintaining our defensive positions and perimeter outside the western entrance and side of the facility, awaiting your team and additional units to arrive and assist in further security measures. Over." Andrew would to proceed behind the stay next to his Humvee, where the radio was, where he will continue to use if needed, and calling the shots and command over the Western Security Perimeter. At that moment, two Tactical Response Officers slowly lumbered out of the main entrance of the site, still carrying their weapons. A few of the MTF soldiers immediately ran over to see what was going on. The radio crackled to life again. "Hello, is anyone-[GARBLED]-here? I rep-[GARBLED]-is anyone there?" the voice whispered. Richard Mall did his best to remain silent. He was asleep when the attack started, and had barely loaded his rifle before the other guards were slaughtered in front of him. He still had some of Pvt. Ales ho's blood on his face, the thin droplets slowly hardening and flaking off. Richard entered a research lab, the bright lights inside reflecting off of the pale white walls contradicting with the flashing red lights in the hallways, and made a careful effort to step over the bodies inside. There were 6 of them, 4 male and 2 female. They had just started testing some brand-new weapon before their door was kicked in, and they were all murdered. Richard looked down at one of the female researchers. She was a beautiful young blonde, couldn't have been more than 24 years old, he thought. Blood ran from 3 holes located just above her open eyes down her face and neck. Richard moved her body and picked up the experimental weapon. It looked like a normal AK-47, except for the golden dial on the side and the triangular magazine loaded into it. He frowned, a bullet had pierced the side of it, destroying the better part of its stock and trigger. "Of course." he said while forcing a smile. He placed it down and looked on a nearby computer desk. A folder full of papers rested on top of it, somehow untouched by the chaos that took place in the room. Richard stepped over one of the male researchers and grabbed the folder and stuffed it in his rucksack, not bothering to open it or read it. "Whatever this thing was, it doesn't matter, they'll be happy with what they fucking get at this point!" he grumbled to himself. A noise came from outside the lab, startling him. "Shit!" he muttered to himself. Without hesitation, he shoved himself into a corner of the room. It obscured him from the door, and gave him a vantage point should it open. Richard raised his FALL and dug the stock into his shoulder, beads of sweat running down the side of his forehead. His rifle shook as the noise got louder. "Intruders on Level Six!! Outside E-264 Containment!!!" Foley shouted into the radio tied to the facility wide communications net. Foley heard no response to his call as a burst of fire from the invaders tore into the wall next to his head. The security officer retaliated as he popped up from behind his cover and let loose a burst of automatic fire that sent one of the hostiles to the floor with his head a pulpy mess." I don't want to die!!!" Echoed throughout the room, not from Foley but instead from one of the researchers who were cowering underneath a desk while Foley sheltered behind an overturned examination table. Behind Foley lay a thick blast door flanked by a keypad and a high level clearance card lock; it was also the reason that Foley drew heavier armor and weapons just to stand by the damn thing. The door was now also the reason he was being pinned down by seemingly endless wave of hostiles. When the attack had started Foley had told the researchers to get down as he checked on the status of the base with the radio when the door to the lab had exploded and two men dressed in Site Security Uniforms poured in. He had gunned them down with a long burst from his F200 and the next pair that invaded the lab along with three more intruders. However, the numbers had stacked up as the intruders gained more ground and brought heavier weapons into play as the security officer released his spent magazine and slammed his second to last fresh mag home and hoped help would arrive. Richard lowered his FALL and fell backwards into the corner, sliding down the wall into a sitting position. In front of him, 5 armed assailants lay dead, wearing gas masks and unrecognizable combat fatigues. Richard moved forward after a minute of rest and tried inspecting them, but found that the fatigues held no ranks. "Of course." he chuckled through a tired smile. Richard knew nothing about the invaders, only that they seemed to be focused on eradicating all staff inside the site. He stood up and grabbed his FALL. He walked out the lab and entered the hallway. The flashing red light had been destroyed by the firefight, and the hallway had been plunged into darkness. Richard looked over to the ends of the hall, where more lights remain untouched. On this island of night, Richard reached into his pocket and grabbed a cigarette. As he lit it, he noticed a sign now illuminated by the flame of his lighter. In front of him, a sign was posted on the wall of the hallway. "No smoking." Richard said while reading the sign. "Smoking is a violation of Site security and could lead to a higher risk of Costa-" he spoke before slumping over in laughter. After a solid minute of laughing, he re-lit his lighter. "Pretty sure this whole mess is a fucking violation of site security." he said while balancing the cigarette in his mouth. He dragged in, felt the smoke enter his lungs, and exhaled with a sigh. Before he could take another puff, the sound of distant gunfire echoed down the hall. "Guess that's my call!" he said while laughing. He turned right and walked down the hall towards the fighting. "Violation of site security." he said softly as he shouldered his FALL. Andrew and his platoon were still holding their positions on the western side of the facility, as they were ordered. However, Andrew was growing annoyed by this. The thought of armed intruders being in the facility, most likely slaughtering any and all staff that they can make Andrew sick, and he hated this...after about 15 or so minutes of waiting, he still heard no responses or anything, and was assuming that he was just going to have to wait there and do nothing."For fuck’s sake! I'm tired of just sitting around...I didn't become the sergeant of this platoon, and soon to be leader of it, just by sitting around!" Andrew said to himself. He would then pull out the radio and say, "Command, this is Hunter Actual of the Hunter Platoon, I'm just informing you that my team and I are tired of all of this waiting! With all due respect, if nothing changes in our orders within the next 5 minutes, me and my team, Hunter 1-1, will make the executive decision to move into the facility and assist in clearing it out and evacuating the staff, while Hunter 1-2 maintains security in our perimeter we set up along the western side of the facility. At least a team of 5-6 of Hunter 1-1 will be inserted into the facility, lead by me in the next 5 minutes. This isn't me requesting, this is me telling. Make something happen please, or I will. Hunter Actual out." Andrew would then hang up the radio, and sit by his Humvee, waiting for the response or 5 minutes to pass, which either comes first. If the 5 minutes pass without a response, he will be taking a small team of men from his squad will be moving in to assist the staff and help combat the intruders, but if a response is given, and they are given the green light to move in sooner, than he will move in with his team...either way, he planned on helping the facility and the staff inside it. E-2348The sounds of alarm filled the whole Foundation Site. E-2348 sat in the corner of his small containment area, hugging the dog the Foundation gave him. They started calling it E-2348-1, but he called the dog Deimos. He patted the dog, which is whining due to all the noise. "RED ALERT! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL! THE FOUNDATION IS UNDER ATTACK! ALL PERSONNEL UNDER LEVEL 3 MUST BE EVACUATED IMMEDIATELY!" E-2348 shuddered and whispered to himself. "Please stop... Please stop... Please..." Suddenly all the noise stopped, and the power died down, the generators of the facility taking over. However, the doors of the containment areas opened due to lack of enough power. There are 3 figures outside E-2348's containment area. "Come with us, E-2348. We wish you no harm." E-2348 was about to come out, but he saw the insignia on their jackets. The Chaos Insurgency... He hugged Deimos closer to his body. "N-no... I-I don't trust you... Where is Dr. [REDACTED]? I will only speak to him..." The Chaos Insurgency moved closer, now carrying advance weapons. "Come with us, and we will do you no harm." "NO!" The power of E-2348's containment area died completely, darkness covering the entire area. The last thing that was heard were horrified screams of the men. The radio crackled to life again as Director Kincaid's voice came through. "Coded message Alpha 4: This is going out to outside teams. New order: begin clearing through the base. I'm seeing two types of combatants. C.I. and some disguised as our own, although it's possible that they are C.I. as well. In any case, all research staff are to be taken to isolation and quarantine rooms if not there already. Any guards that shoot at you are to be taken as a threat, and eliminated. To identify others of the ground team, I'm authorizing use of colored ID bands. Color Blue. I repeat, Color Blue. Tread lightly. Over, and out." The radio died again. Meanwhile, the insurgents near 264 continued gradually, as their heavier soldiers charged down the hallway. Somehow, and from somewhere, one of the insurgents had obtained a .50 caliber machine gun, and with it sent lead down the hallway towards the defenders." It's no use!" one of the Agents cried. He stood up and charged down another hallway, only to stagger back moments later, full of knives. He collapsed to the ground in a pool of his own blood, dead. The click-clacking of Jones's black Topmans reverberated through the pristine, empty halls of level 4. In one hand, his tablet, in the other, a company mug full of dark roast coffee. It was that time of the week again to check the containment rooms for any complications. Usually normal maintenance personnel would be tasked with this, but they were busy with other things in the facility. Other cells needed looking into, or just suddenly, problems with the structure, like loose paneling, or damaged equipment. Heck of a week for everything to just suddenly go wrong. Of course these were just minor inconveniences, not enough to really affect the entire facility. E-3791, a quaint little anomaly. As he approached its holding area, something peculiar happened. There was no one around. Usually there was some tech, or researcher, and of course the guard, but it was empty. Just a small office, balcony, and a mag-locked door. He looked around, and took another swig from the white company mug. No one in sight. "Hello?" His call came unanswered as it echoed through the immediate area. He approached the computer desk by the office, and set his mug down to check his tablet for who was supposed to be stationed here, but another bizarre event unfolded. He couldn't access the network.'NETWORK OFFLINE'the tablet read in bold red letters. "Yes, I can see that..." He mumbled to himself.' Maybe they punched in?'such an archaic mode of logging one's hours, but it was made for if something like this were to happen. He approached the sign in board when he heard something that shouldn't of been in the facility. Gunshots. Distant yells, and the sound of materials breaking. There were no D-class on this level today. The daunting realization of reality hit him quite suddenly. He looked over to the cell, and started to manually engage the lock on E-3791, as he did this, the blaring klaxon of the alarm went off. He moved for the door when he remembered his coffee, and strode back to o the desk. Grabbing the mug, he swiftly downed the warm brown liquid. And put the cup back down, and resumed his way into the hall. The sounds of yelling, and gunfire had died down. The next area was an office, which meant either the staff had been evacuated, and the site security had control of the situation, or everyone was dead. Before he could make his next move, the lights died, and the backup generator kicked in, bathing everything in a sickly blood-red light. E-2348The Insurgents lay shredded and bloody at E-2348's feet. He kicked them away and strode out of his containment area, Deimos following him closely. He went through various tunnels and corridors, all now bathed in shadows and darkness. "Hello? Dr.? Where are you all?" He called in the vast darkness. Th-they left me... Tears flowed unbidden from his eyes and streamed down his cheek. He wiped it off with his robe and continued walking. I need to find them... The Chaos Insurgency... They might kill Doctor... I need to find the other staff... Or the other sentient SCPs... He said to himself as he vanished into the deep dark and an explosion was heard, walls were shattered and lay crumbling. Eventually the Little bird crested a ridge and the full facility came into view including the surrounding troops which had formed a partial perimeter around the base, all guns locked in at every possible entrance and exit, a formation of Humvee's that were Hunter squadron were also visible at the western gate. Kylian tugged at his balaclava and adjusted his combat goggles as the held passed over the facility once and swept back around in a large semicircle, allowing for the occupants to get a good birds-eye view of the ongoing situation, not that there was much to observe, however." Hello, is anyone-[GARBLED]-here? I rep-[GARBLED]-is anyone there?" A garbled transmission burst over the radio through static, it was barely intelligible. Just as Kylian went to respond, another transmission came through." Coded message Alpha 4: This is going out to outside teams. New order: begin clearing through the base. I'm seeing two types of combatants. C.I. and some disguised as our own, although it's possible that they are C.I. as well. In any case, all research staff are to be taken to isolation and quarantine rooms if not there already. Any guards that shoot at you are to be taken as a threat, and eliminated. To identify others of the ground team, I'm authorizing use of colored ID bands. Color Blue. I repeat, Color Blue. Tread lightly. Over, and out." Kylian turned over to the pilot and gestured to land on the roof. It was go time." Ok gentlemen, we've been given the greenlight. Blue armbands indicate friendlies. Since we don't have them on hand use blue chem lights. Return fire only and don't make a scene if you don't have to. Palisade move out!" Kylian gave the order as the chopper lightly dusted the roof of the building, sending a whirlwind of dust around them as the troops disembarked. Kylian was first on the deck and quickly scoped the nearby rooftop for any contacts, there were none." Palisade to all ground teams. We've inserted via the roof. Will conduct a sweep of the upper floors. Out"The roof was clear of any contact and the next step was to move into the facility itself. A set of double doors not far off led to a descending metal staircase that spiraled down into darkness, the facilities power had been cut however the red emergency lighting was enough to pick out shapes in the darkness as Palisade team descended into the unknown. Richard did his best to follow the echo of gunfire. As a security guard, he was supposed to know the layout of the building by heart, but the explosions and little lighting had made the halls unrecognizable. His only saving grace were the partial signs that hadn't been completely destroyed. He listened for the echoes of the firefights and kept turning, the halls little more than a labyrinth at this point. Richard's eyes lit up like the rest of the hall. After turning another corner, 4 moving lights blinded his view. He went to shoot at them with his Desert Eagle, but its holster prevented it from moving. This is how he was going to die, he thought. Richard shouted "Don't kill me! For the love of god, don't kill me!" through tears. A voice shouted back. "On the ground right now!" three more voices started shouting the same, forming one massive authoritarian noise. Richard dropped to the ground, feeling a smile on his face. He knew that these weren't the intruders, as they never shouted orders before firing their weapons. Richard pierced the noise, "My name is Richard Mall, security officer A3-104F3!" Silence took over as one of the lights approached Richard. "Richard, is that you?" the light said, which had now revealed itself as a younger Hispanic man. "How do you know my name?" Richard said. He replied, "You're quite the talk around the site, I've been here before and heard plenty of stories about you." The man looked back at the others, "He's clear, let's bring him back to the commander for questioning." Richard stood up and followed the figures, 3 in front of him and 1 behind him. The person behind him pressed a barrel to his back. Richard replied "Oh yeah, because you can tell I have a fucking death wish, right?" The figure pulled the barrel away from his back. "Yep, it's Richard!" a feminine voice shouted. Richard sighed, "I always knew you guys talked shit about me" he said to them. They led him down the hallway towards the light, completely silent except for the echo of gunfire in the background like always. "I'm out" Foley shouted to no one in particular as his last comrade clutched his throat to try and stop the blood from gushing from the severed artery. Without hesitation the now useless F2000 hit the floor with a clatter as the wisp of a pistol clearing its holster took its place as Foley aimed the Five Seven down the corridor. Without any opposing fire the attackers advanced cautiously down the hallway which was littered with their dead. Foley waited for a beat until he was sure they were fully committed before he emptied the pistol's clip downrange aiming low for the legs; men screamed as their mostly unprotected legs were hit with a torrent of fire as muscle and bone shattered under the assault of the 5.7mm hollow points. While many of the rounds missed the effect was all the same as the attackers in the corridor dropped to the floor either to seek cover or because they suddenly had their limbs taken out right from under them. Either way Foley had bought himself sometime as he swapped mags and keyed his radio again as the enemy returned fire blew divots in the tables and the wall." I need support. E-264 containment; I'm almost out of ammo and...GRENADE!!!!" Foley cut off his plea to help as the green sphere flew into the room and hit the wall near the door to bounce into Foley's lap; without a second thought Foley picked up and whipped the grenade out from behind his table only for it to hit the edge of the door and land right next to three canisters lined up by the door marked"Warning: Handle With Care". Foley saw the error and was ducking back behind his redoubt when the grenade finally detonated. The ensuring explosion picked Foley up and sent slammed his back into the wall opposite of him where he slumped over unconscious; with the only reason for his survival being his heavier body armor having taken the brunt of the force. The researchers never stood under their desk and were cut down by the ensuring shrapnel and shockwave. The invaders outside the door waited as their wounded groaned and writhed on the floor before they pushed forward into the room and found nothing but dead bodies and discarded equipment. The 4 soldiers led Richard up a staircase that led to the rooftop. One of the men, the Hispanic, opened the door, introducing Richard to 5 soldiers. He looked up, but his vision was quickly blinded by a red light. "Fuck!" He shouted, "Can you keep it out of my eyes at least?" His vision returned as the light was moved, which Richard realized was a laser pointer on one of the MTF member's rifles. He looked down for a second, and froze in fear. He counted at least four red dots on his torso and neck before he looked back up. A man ordered the soldiers to ground Richard. Richard tried to process what he meant by that, but was interrupted by a swift boot to the back of his knee. He fell to the ground and smacked his head, cracking his nose in the process. The man who ordered his grounding came over with his pistol drawn and looked down upon Richard." Where is your blue light?" the man ordered, pressing the pistol against Richard's shaking head. Richard looked up on the man and said with a shaking voice "What the hell are you talking about?", beads of sweat and blood flowing down his face as he spoke. The man was not amused. He pressed his pistol harder against Richard's head, pinning him to the floor. "A signal was sent out telling you that you needed a blue wristband to be considered friendly, where is your wristband?" Richard forced his head up. "Hear me out, my radio was broken! Please, just believe me, my name is Richard Mall, Security Officer A3-104FE! Ask the people who brought me here, they know me!" The man looked at the others, who nodded. He pulled his pistol back and lifted Richard on his feet. "Tell me what's going on here." he said. Richard sighed, and began telling his story." I was asleep when it all started. I woke up to the sound of gunfire, and rolled out of my bunk like the others. We barely had time to process what was going on before our door was busted open, and we started getting shot at. I ran past my fellow SO's to my weapons locker. I looked back at one of the SO's as I opened the door to the weapons bay, just in time to watch his eye get blown out of his socket. Some of his blood splattered on me, but I didn't have time to clean it. I got in the bay, along with 4 other Sos, and unlocked our lockers. I grabbed my FALL and loaded it just as the intruders entered the bay. He got off one good shot, killing a girl next to me before I emptied my clip into his stomach. He slumped over as I grabbed another magazine from my locker. As I was turned, I heard shots going off, I swore I thought I was hit. I turned with the mag in my hand, and saw 3 more intruders on the ground. I looked over at the man next to me. SO Jordan, he called himself. This guy was unloading on them, I've never seen someone change a magazine as fast as him. I loaded my mag and started firing with him. I don't know what was going on with the other two, I'm guessing their lockers were jammed or something. Whatever it was, they were killed as Jordan and I fired on the entryway." Richard stopped to clear his throat. "They stopped coming after maybe a minute or two of gunfire. I took the time to put on my A.C.U and grab the rest of my weapons and ammo. Jordan and I walked out into the bunk area. Goddamn bloodbath is all I could put it as, just blood and body parts everywhere. I looked down at the guy who had his blood splattered on me. Pvt. Ales ho, poor guy was a trainee. He must have been there for a week or two, I don't know, i never really paid attention to him. I felt sad for a second, but Jordan pulled me away from his body. We looked over to the entryway and saw shadows moving down the hall. Jordan and I scrambled to find a way out before the intruders arrived. I found an prevent on the eastern wall, big enough for people to fit in and crawl through. Jordan shot through the grate, and I climbed in. Jordan tried to follow, but gunfire erupted as he was halfway in. He screamed to me, "They shot my fucking legs! Don't let them get me!" I reached out to grab his hand, but he was pulled out of the prevent. I looked out of the entryway. 3 figures wearing gas masks, I couldn't tell if they were male or female surrounded him, all watching him scream and beg for his life. One of them picked Jordan up and stole his pistol. I aimed my FALL as the figure shoved Jordan's pistol down his throat, his screams muffled by the gun. I fired a shot into the figure's torso. It looked at me as it pulled the trigger, killing Jordan. I closed my eyes and fired while backing up, I was crying at this point. I kept firing until I heard clicks. Furthermore, I opened my eyes, but fell backwards as I tried to look out of the exit. Furthermore, I landed at the bottom of the shaft and broke through, hitting my ass on the ground. Furthermore, I hid after that, sneaking around until you guys found me." Please don't let this die, it was getting good Sound traveled quickly in the confines of the buildings many hallways and corridors, first and foremost was the blaring of thebloodyalarm it was so obnoxious that one could barely hear themselves think, let alone hear anyone coming up from the sides or behind. Then there were the occasional hollow thuds of bullets pounding drywall and concrete some few hundred meters away, almost always followed by the clattering of casings which were somewhat harder to hear at a distance. Boots thudding were always audible, making footfall in heavy gear on a particularly hardened surface made a racket and when there were more than one of you it amplified the effect, training could mitigate this effect to a degree, but it was impossible to be completely silent. Lastly and above all the others was the sound of your own beating heart, rhythmic and omnipresent, even though it was located in your chest cavity it might as well have been located in your earlobe for how clear it was. A sudden and rather urgent radio broadcast snapped Kylian from his focus." I need support. E-264 containment; I'm almost out of ammo and...GRENADE!!!!" Soon after came the clap of an explosion that jolted the light fittings and rumbled the floor slightly, much more violent than a typical fragmentation detonation. The person on the radio hadn't identified themselves and probably wouldn't for the fact they were most likely dead, but they did state their location which would hopefully lead them towards the enemy. Kylian ordered for the squad to stop." E-264 containment is a few floors below our current position. We could take an elevator shaft down" Marco suggested, signaling down a corridor to a pair of steel elevator doors. Kylian paused in thought and bought his rifle down." Copy that. Harris, Granger, Farid, you three continue clearing the upper floors and me, Marco and Petrov will proceed downwards" Kylian ordered quickly, pointing to the three troops before making a gesture down the hall. They all gave their acknowledgement and continued en-route through the corridors leaving Kylian and the rest to make way towards the elevator. The bulky pair of steel doors were vacuum sealed making prying them open a task and half, it took the three men and all of they body weight to pry open the doors with a makeshift lever, however when the doors finally gave way it revealed a large dark chasm, the wind howled from somewhere beneath bringing warm, damp air with it." Ok. Hook up." Kylian connected a harness clip to himself and a metal brace, in between a roll of paracord which would support his body weight would prevent him tumbling to his death...in theory. After tugging at the clips to ensure they were secure, Kylian gave the thumbs up and edged himself backwards into the darkness, feeding the cord through both hands he started by walking baby steps down the wall, but with confidence, started to bound down taking whole floors in a single hop, it only took two minutes to make it down to the bottom where they landed atop the elevator cartridge, parked on the floor they wanted to access. Kylian unclipped his harness and pulled his Desert Eagle from its holster, poking it through the roof hatch as he slowly pulled it open, peering in to see if anything was inside. Nothing. The three soldiers slipped through and pushed out of the elevator into a wider corridor with multiple labelled intersections and rooms, all lit by the dim hue of red emergency lighting, not so dark enough to warrant night vision, but not bright enough to effectively see, and with a constant alarm it made it all the harder to identify anyone. It didn't take the trio long, but they eventually made it to E-264's containment area, denoted by the stenciled identification number on the concrete walls. Kylian peered around the door first to see a collection of figures stood around the bodies of dead researchers and soldiers alike, scorch marks adorned the walls where the explosion went off. Kylian flashed up five fingers to signal the amount of soldiers in the room before grabbing his wrist to identify them as possible hostiles, he then turned to Petrov who was behind him and made a motion that was akin to bowling a bowling ball, the man unhooked a flash bang from his vest pouch and readied it in his hands. Taking a deep breath Kylian readied his rifle up to his shoulder and pointed through the door. The flash bang rolled into the room and clanked on the floor multiple times before detonating, filling the room with a loud bang and sharp light that was bright enough to dazzle anybody standing within. As they were caught off guard this made the effect all the more potent and as the three burst into the room, filing left, right and left in that order, they offered very little resistance. The first one went down when Marco put a round in the base of his skull, the second turned to see his comrade go down but no more as Kylian put a bullet in through his temple, sending the man crashing to the ground. The third and fourth almost turned completely around, but Petrov took them both out with a single sweeping burst of his G36C and the final one just had enough time to raise his weapon before being filled with holes from all three of them combined, he staggered forward slightly before lurching downwards, slumping into a pool of his own blood." Clear. Petrov gets the door. Marco, made sure the dead are dead." Before Kylian could advance further, a body slumped against a corner caught his eye, donned in security gear with an F2000 and multiple discarded magazines by his side. His tag read Foley and he wasn't responding. Kylian pressed two fingers to the officers neck and to his relief, there was a pulse. The man was merely unconscious probably due to the effects of the blast, Kylian then proceeded to check either ear for signs of internal rupturing, however there were no signs of bleeding anywhere, the man was lucky. Now all that remained was waking him. Something that he loved about the doors in level 4 was that they didn't make a shit tonne of noise when they opened. The door from E-3791 to the office opened with a light hiss. The occupants on the floor below didn't seam to notice. Ominous light red lighting courtesy of the backup generator didn't do much to illuminate room, but he could easily see the prone forms of site personnel, and they weren't being held hostage. Now they had their backs to him, they were quietly speaking into their radios, or patrolling the office floor. He was on the balcony leading to E-3791, to the stairwell to level 3. There was no cover, or shadows in there for him to hide in. He couldn't stay where he was. They would come for the SCPs. Kill anyone they find. If he wanted a shot, he'd have to make it across the barren tile floor to the stairwell (Whose door sadly made quite a bit of noise), bolt to his office, and get his gear. As he mentally prepared himself, the stretch of land started to feel more, and more long. He felt as though the hostile force would turn and face him. Quietly, he rose from his prone form, and quietly crouch walked for the door. The man looked upon Richard and sighed. "Of course, no useful information." He lumbered over to his radio, looking back on Richard. "The name's Kylian, by the way." He hollered to Richard. "No shit Einstein, your name is sewn on your ACU!" Richard yelled back. Kylian went to shout a comeback, but was interrupted by the crack of his radio. He grabbed it and turned up the volume. "Come here Richard!" he yelled. Richard came as the transmission came through." I need support. E-264 containment; I'm almost out of ammo and...GRENADE!!!!"the radio screamed before turning to static. Kylian turned to Richard and the 4 men. "Listen up soldiers! We are to proceed to E-264 containment at once to provide assistance. We cannot let these intruders take possession of this SCP! Return Richard's weapons to him, he will be taking point! Is that understood!" The soldiers shouted back, "Sir yes sir!" Richard looked at Kylian, "Wait, why do I have to take point!?" he said nervously. "Well" Kylian said, "You don't really have much of a choice, do you?" Richard looked back at him and raised his middle finger. "Alright, fuck you, I'll do it." he said as he shouldered his FALL. The soldiers made their way to E-264 containment, not certain of what they would meet. E-264 Containment Room Foley groaned as someone pounded a kettle drum in his head while driving ice picks into his skull. The pressure of fingers on his necks anchored Foley in reality as he willed his eyes to open, and he winced as the light assaulted his eyes and resolved the world into dark blurs. His eyes watered before he blinked, and the world came back into focus; the person who had backed off from his examination wore the uniform of the MTF. Foley quickly thought over his memories of the attackers and those that wore Foundation uniforms wore standard Site Security fatigues and armor. Attesting to the fact they were friendly the mysterious attackers were sprawled on the floor among the dead, their uniforms standing out from the gray uniforms of Site Security. Coughing Foley reached a hand into a cargo pocket and withdrew a key card that would grant access to all the doors on E level." Check E-264." His voice was hoarse as he sat up and leaned his head against the wall. "Code is9173. Make sure it's there then lock it back up." Foley shook the webs that muddled his thoughts out of his head and used his arms to push himself onto one knee before he stood and staggered slightly. Clumsily rebalancing himself, the security officer staggered as he made his way over to a dead body; belly up with his face torn and covered in blood. Ignoring the grim scene Foley knelt down and relived the corpse of its four magazines stuck in a standard load bearing vest. Foley stowed three of the magazines before he wobbled over to his discarded F2000, picked up the rifle and slammed a fresh magazine into the rifle. The Radio crackled to life. "All units, massive enemy force converging on areas around E-264. If you haven't gotten out by now... well, good luck." Throughout the hallways, clusters of fake Foundation personnel and other insurgents made their way through to E-264 containment. A Hallway on E Floor Crap, crap, crap! That was what ran through Wiki's mind as he ran around the Containment Chambers on E Floor. He had managed to lock down some, but there's too many of them to lock them down just on his own. Dammit, where is everyone? His eyes scanned through every nook and cranny he found on E Floor, but nobody was in sight. No Containment Specialists, no Researchers, not even any Site Guards around. They can't be dead, right? God, if you hear me, please don't let it be that I'm the only one in this site, trapped with whatever-the-hell-is-on-the-lower-levels-of-this-site. I know I've been a bad person, I promise you I will never leave out any of the prayers again. Please please please don't let it be that I'm all alone. As he continued to silently pray in his mind, he suddenly bumped into someone. Sandra wrote:A Hallway on E Floor Crap, crap, crap! That was what ran through Wiki's mind as he ran around the Containment Chambers on E Floor. He had managed to lock down some, but there's too many of them to lock them down just on his own. Dammit, where is everyone? His eyes scanned through every nook and cranny he found on E Floor, but nobody was in sight. No Containment Specialists, no Researchers, not even any Site Guards around. They can't be dead, right? God, if you hear me, please don't let it be that I'm the only one in this site, trapped with whatever-the-hell-is-on-the-lower-levels-of-this-site. I know I've been a bad person, I promise you I will never leave out any of the prayers again. Please please please don't let it be that I'm all alone. As he continued to silently pray in his mind, he suddenly bumped into someone. As Jones was creeping quietly in the halls, a force bumped into him. He froze for a fraction of a second, and spun around to face the wold be entity. It was a man, someone from containment like him. Rick? Like? Something like that. Before he could make a sound, he quickly clamped his hand over the other man's mouth. He had to abort his plan with going towards the stairwell as it was simply too risky. Just around the bend were a trio of armed combatants. One would think they were site personnel, if it weren't for the dead people around them. The men were armed with site issue P90s, and were guarding the stairway dutifully. Even with the minimal lighting, the bodies were notable. It appeared as though many of the people on the floor didn't make it to the safe room. Silently, he raised three fingers, and pointed towards the corridor, and shook his head. Then, Jones put one finger on his lip representing the worldwide motion of quiet, and then unclasped the man's mouth. "Check E-264." The man barely whispered as he slowly drifted back into the realm of consciousness, trying to pull himself back upright from his slouched position. Kylian nodded and gestured for the other two soldiers to watch the door." Code is 9173. Make sure it's there then lock it back up." Kylian made his way across the room towards a strong steel door which had a mist of fine red blood splotched on its surface, the keypad also had red bloody fingerprints on various buttons including 9, 1, 7 and 3. Kylian tapped in the code with his gloved finger and wiped the resulting blood on the wall before slowly nudging open the door to the containment cell with his foot. Slowly it swung to and revealed a room which contained...nothing. A pedestal in the center of the room stood where E-264 should have been, however it was empty and there was no sign of it anywhere on the floor. Kylian's hairs pricked on end and his throat went completely dry."It's not here... Its gone" He turned back to Foley who was just returning to his feet. Instantly, Kylian reached for his radio and pushed down on the transmission switch."SCP-264 is out of containment. I repeat we have an asset out of containment. Be vigilant." He then let the door slam to behind him as he moved over to his two squad mates near the exit doorway."264 is out of containment. We can't let them release anymore." He then turned to Foley, but before he had a chance to speak, the radio crackled into life." All units, massive enemy force converging on areas around E-264. If you haven't gotten out by now... well, good luck." Kylian cursed in his native French and peered through the doorway into the corridor to see that it was still empty, for now." Foley I hope you can still fight. We're going to have to bunker down" MACIF wrote:Sandra wrote:A Hallway on E Floor Crap, crap, crap! That was what ran through Wiki's mind as he ran around the Containment Chambers on E Floor. He had managed to lock down some, but there's too many of them to lock them down just on his own. Dammit, where is everyone? His eyes scanned through every nook and cranny he found on E Floor, but nobody was in sight. No Containment Specialists, no Researchers, not even any Site Guards around. They can't be dead, right? God, if you hear me, please don't let it be that I'm the only one in this site, trapped with whatever-the-hell-is-on-the-lower-levels-of-this-site. I know I've been a bad person, I promise you I will never leave out any of the prayers again. Please please please don't let it be that I'm all alone. As he continued to silently pray in his mind, he suddenly bumped into someone. As Jones was creeping quietly in the halls, a force bumped into him. He froze for a fraction of a second, and spun around to face the wold be entity. It was a man, someone from containment like him. Rick? Like? Something like that. Before he could make a sound, he quickly clamped his hand over the other man's mouth. He had to abort his plan with going towards the stairwell as it was simply too risky. Just around the bend were a trio of armed combatants. One would think they were site personnel, if it weren't for the dead people around them. The men were armed with site issue P90s, and were guarding the stairway dutifully. Even with the minimal lighting, the bodies were notable. It appeared as though many of the people on the floor didn't make it to the safe room. Silently, he raised three fingers, and pointed towards the corridor, and shook his head. Then, Jones put one finger on his lip representing the worldwide motion of quiet, and then unclasped the man's mouth. Riki was taken aback when the man he had suddenly bumped into clamped his hand over Wiki's mouth. He had thought that this man were hostile, but when he sees that the man didn't kill him right after, his thought changed. When he took a more careful look at the man, he felt like he had seen him before. That face seems familiar, but I can't recall his name. When the man made the hand signs, he furrowed his brows, trying to understand what does it mean. Three? Three what? The corridor. 'Three things, inside that corridor'?' No'? As in, "don't go in there"? I don't actually get, but it seems like there was something waiting inside the corridor, and there's three of it, and we're not supposed to go in there. Riki nodded when the man made the sign of "be quiet", and took a deep breath through his nose - because he knows that taking a deep breath through the mouth will make a noise. Silently, he mouthed the words, "What the hell happened?" "Foley I hope you can still fight. We're going to have to bunker down"Foley wanted to ask how 264 could be gone when the only other people who could know the code were either dead or high up in the Foundation. However, his imminent survival took priority over the mystery as Foley surveyed what was left of the room. The table he had used as cover was cracked and probably wouldn't stop a BB, most of the equipment in the lab had been destroyed by the explosion; and the floor was covered in bodies and blood. Foley looked over the bodies and noticed that while the impostors in Site Security uniforms looked no different from anyone else; many of the unidentified combatants wore combat equipment not that different from Foley's aside from the fact theirs came in a multitude of colors, and they wore armbands. Foley quickly bent down and ripped an armband from a severed arm and placed it over his; adjusting the fabric, so the blood stained part would hopefully be hidden slightly by his armor." Wait here, you'll know what to do." Foley said as he hurried out into the hallway to a corpse whose legs had been mangled by his rounds before taking a round through the neck that had hit the spine. Foley knelt down and began to apply CPR as a six-man team rounded the corner and paused at the sight. Foley turned his head to new arrivals as he gestured to the lab. "What the hell are you doing?!! The Objective's secure!! Get me a medic!!!" The six man paused as they lowered their weapons and began reaching for aid packs or their radios. Foley saw this out of the corner of his eye and he seized the opportunity as he drew the corpse's holstered 9mm and gave a double tap that sent one man down with his gas mask's visor shattered. "NOW!!" Sandra wrote:SNIP Joel motioned to follow him. He quietly made his way to the opposite direction they were facing, which was the corridor to the stairwell. After clearing several meters, and peaking into an office, which was empty, he ushered his coworker in. He silently closed the door behind him. In a hushed and urgent tone he divulged what he knew. "As you know, an hour ago, the facility went dark. Started with inconveniences. Out of order doors, and elevators, lights. Then the network went down, we couldn't access anything. Then, the lights. That's when the shooting started. An unknown hostile force has gained entrance to the facility. The majority of our guys on this floor are dead, or hiding. We may very well be the last two people loyal to the Foundation. These guys are good, been posing as our own guys. Site guards to be exact. Most of the researchers are dead. You can bet ERT are on the way, but who knows how long that'll take? They've got the stairwell on the east end guarded. The salerooms have probably been compromised as well." he paused to let everything sink in for his companion, as it was a lot to take in. After all, he didn't see any of this occur. Damn damn damn damn Officer Certain continued swearing to himself as he slowly crept through the hallways of the Site. His squad was gone, probably dead. The power was out in the underground corridor, likely sabotaged. Someone, presumably what was left of the security staff, had ordered some support to keep E-264 under control. He hopefully wouldn't be the only one responding. Hopefully the MTF guys would've gotten there fir-"All units, massive enemy force converging on areas around E-264. If you haven't gotten out by now... well, good luck." Quickly doing a mental review of his route, Webber quickly palmed the forehead of his helmet as he realized where he was. Trapped. Between a swarm of Chaos Insurgency agents, and either some jumpy guards or a loose skip. If he had the time, he would've begun to regret every decision he ever made in his life, but there was no time to be lost bemoaning his life choices. He needed to pick up the pace lest he got shot in the back. Or worse, if any other skips were loose and high command didn't know." Wait." he muttered to himself as he assumed a low crouch and quickly looked over a small map, stored in a clear plastic pocket on his forearm. Yup, he was definitely on G floor, near a stairwell. He ascended up a few floors, moving as quickly as he could while remaining quiet. The lights were out on each floor. I'll have to get up to B floor to get the power working again. He stopped at the flight that led up to E floor. The stairway was littered with corpses of staff. Researchers, guards, containment, general staff, everyone who tried to use the stairs was killed for their efforts. In the darkness, Certain could see three men, armed guards, standing in the stairwell, waiting for someone. It didn't take an engineer to figure out that these men were traitors. The first of the three, the one standing guard over flight of stairs, dropped as Certain's shot planted itself right between the eyes. The other two, realizing they were under attack from below, tried to turn around and engage. The second took a double-tapped shot through the gut before he raises his gun, and the third managed to get a single shot off before collapsing from a two rounds rapid through his chest. The silence returned, after being violently dispelled by the near-deafening report of Certain's rifle. Cerraine moved slowly and purposefully up the stairwell and into the E corridor. His paced himself down the corridor, boots gently echoing off the hard concrete as he passed by the abandoned staff offices. MACIF wrote:Sandra wrote:SNIP Joel motioned to follow him. He quietly made his way to the opposite direction they were facing, which was the corridor to the stairwell. After clearing several meters, and peaking into an office, which was empty, he ushered his coworker in. He silently closed the door behind him. In a hushed and urgent tone he divulged what he knew. "As you know, an hour ago, the facility went dark. Started with inconveniences. Out of order doors, and elevators, lights. Then the network went down, we couldn't access anything. Then, the lights. That's when the shooting started. An unknown hostile force has gained entrance to the facility. The majority of our guys on this floor are dead, or hiding. We may very well be the last two people loyal to the Foundation. These guys are good, been posing as our own guys. Site guards to be exact. Most of the researchers are dead. You can bet ERT are on the way, but who knows how long that'll take? They've got the stairwell on the east end guarded. The salerooms have probably been compromised as well." he paused to let everything sink in for his companion, as it was a lot to take in. After all, he didn't see any of this occur. Riki silently stared at him, paying attention to what the man had just said. When he paused for a moment, Wiki tried to understand everything he told him." That's a lot of crap going on.," he said when he finally realized it, looking at the floor in some kind of mix between shock and despair. Well, what kind of emotion you're supposed to feel when you know that the both of you are the only "good guys" left alive?" So now what? Are we going to fight, or are we supposed to flight?" Level F, E-2348E-2348 continued to search the level for the Euclid SCPs, hugging his dog Deimos and plunging the level more into darkness. The alarms and the sounds of footfalls are always present, and he in fact even encountered some of the Foundation's personnel, but they shot at him and in return he mangled them to shreds. His robed lay heavy with blood, but he did his best not to frighten the little dog in his arms. "Doctor? Doctor where are you? Anybody?" He called into the vast darkness, yet his voice seemed to be drowned by the sounds of shouts and alarms. Wisteria wrote:Level F, E-2348E-2348 continued to search the level for the Euclid SCPs, hugging his dog Deimos and plunging the level more into darkness. The alarms and the sounds of footfalls are always present, and he in fact even encountered some of the Foundation's personnel, but they shot at him and in return he mangled them to shreds. His robed lay heavy with blood, but he did his best not to frighten the little dog in his arms. "Doctor? Doctor where are you? Anybody?" He called into the vast darkness, yet his voice seemed to be drowned by the sounds of shouts and alarms. A voice came from behind him. "Erebus, is that you?" If he turned around, he would recognize the man as Director Kincaid. He motioned for him to come closer. "Quick, get over here, we can't let them get you too, and based on whom these guys are, they would really want you. They already have 264, and that's bad enough." Apraxia wrote:Wisteria wrote:Level F, E-2348E-2348 continued to search the level for the Euclid SCPs, hugging his dog Deimos and plunging the level more into darkness. The alarms and the sounds of footfalls are always present, and he in fact even encountered some of the Foundation's personnel, but they shot at him and in return he mangled them to shreds. His robed lay heavy with blood, but he did his best not to frighten the little dog in his arms. "Doctor? Doctor where are you? Anybody?" He called into the vast darkness, yet his voice seemed to be drowned by the sounds of shouts and alarms. A voice came from behind him. "Erebus, is that you?" If he turned around, he would recognize the man as Director Kincaid. He motioned for him to come closer. "Quick, get over here, we can't let them get you too, and based on whom these guys are, they would really want you. They already have 264, and that's bad enough." His eyes widened and was brimmed with tears. "Director!" The level was then somewhat purged of the darkness, the halls now clearer and brighter. Deimos barked happily in his embrace and he followed the Director. "264?" E-2348 didn't really ask questions, but he knows that 264 is a dangerous SCP. "Th-they tried to take me awhile ago..." He remembered the three men outside his door and the screams they gave when they were torn by appendages made out of shadows. He followed the Site Director silently, looking this way and that to make sure they weren't followed. Kylian cautiously peeked out the door frame and swung his head either way, trying to pick out anything in the red light but as before, the corridor was devoid of anybody or anything, which in itself was worrying. Foley suddenly pushed through the door after Kylian but before he could respond, the security officer jogged down the hall to a bleeding corpse." Wait here, you'll know what to do." Kylian shot him a bemused look and leaned further into the corridor." What are you DOI." He hissed, but as he ventured into the corridor to check why he was performing chest pumps on a body that had its lower spinal column shattered to dust, a group of armed soldiers jogged around the corner and looked directly at Foley, failing to notice Kylian who froze instantly on the spot. Before anything else, two shots rang out and sent the first trooper down with a thud, his comrades obviously alarmed, raised their own rifles but not before Kylian put three rounds in the rightmost trooper which knocked him backwards with the force alone. Rather than the last group of troops which had been taken down by surprise, these soldiers were quick on the draw and instantly sent back a volley of rounds all down the corridor, some crashed into the concrete and other bullets clanged off metal piping and supports. Marco and Petrov had heard the commotion outside the lab and moved to assist, putting suppressing fire downrange as Kylian rolled a smoke grenade past Foley to obscure them from view. Wisteria wrote:Apraxia wrote:A voice came from behind him. "Erebus, is that you?" If he turned around, he would recognize the man as Director Kincaid. He motioned for him to come closer. "Quick, get over here, we can't let them get you too, and based on whom these guys are, they would really want you. They already have 264, and that's bad enough." His eyes widened and was brimmed with tears. "Director!" The level was then somewhat purged of the darkness, the halls now clearer and brighter. Deimos barked happily in his embrace and he followed the Director. "264?" E-2348 didn't really ask questions, but he knows that 264 is a dangerous SCP. "Th-they tried to take me awhile ago..." He remembered the three men outside his door and the screams they gave when they were torn by appendages made out of shadows. He followed the Site Director silently, looking this way and that to make sure they weren't followed. The Director stopped for a moment. "Movement, up ahead. We'll need to turn a-" He stopped as he looked behind us. "Shit, we're trapped. Erebus, stay out of sight, I'll handle this." Within a minute, a dozen insurgents came up on both sides, aiming directly at the Director. A voice from behind one of the groups chuckled. "Ah, you bring me the third instrument of my ascension. How kind of you, Director..." Foley hugged the deck as he crawled over the bodies that littered the floor as the bullets cracked through the air over his head. I've seen too many movies. Foley concluded in his mind as he dragged himself over a pool of blood with the newly acquired 9mm in his right fist. Soon Foley scrambled through the door and into the safety the wall provided as the hostiles let loose another burst of automatic fire; Foley gulped air into his lungs as he reclaimed his F2000 and ensured a round was chambered before looking over at the others." Well now that we have them confused; how the hell we're getting out of here?" Foley asked as the enemy fire intensified. "This is a safe room, no way in or out except through this door." Such a small post, but all it's going to say is Foley shooting at hostiles like Bar is doing, seems redundant. Apraxia wrote:Wisteria wrote:His eyes widened and was brimmed with tears. "Director!" The level was then somewhat purged of the darkness, the halls now clearer and brighter. Deimos barked happily in his embrace and he followed the Director. "264?" E-2348 didn't really ask questions, but he knows that 264 is a dangerous SCP. "Th-they tried to take me awhile ago..." He remembered the three men outside his door and the screams they gave when they were torn by appendages made out of shadows. He followed the Site Director silently, looking this way and that to make sure they weren't followed. The Director stopped for a moment. "Movement, up ahead. We'll need to turn a-" He stopped as he looked behind us. "Shit, we're trapped. Erebus, stay out of sight, I'll handle this." Within a minute, a dozen insurgents came up on both sides, aiming directly at the Director. A voice from behind one of the groups chuckled. "Ah, you bring me the third instrument of my ascension. How kind of you, Director..." E-2348's eyes widened with fear and Deimos barked and barked. He hugged the dog tighter, hiding behind the Director. As the guns were pointed at them, he screamed, the whole floor once again plunged into the murky darkness. A total darkness. He pulled the Director and they sucked into the darkness, evading the incoming bullets. They were teleported to 2348's cell, now stinking with the scent of blood. "D-Director... Which are they? What do they mean by instrument? Why do they need me? Us?" E-2348 sucked into the floor now sobbing, his dog licking his face. His cell was brighter than the floor but dark still.

SCP_ The Foundation Proving Grounds [IC_OPEN!]|rating:4.0

Age of Upheaval

Your ears or whatever facsimile remains thereof rings with a horrible keening that awakens you from nightmare filled sleep. As light flood yours eyes you see the final results of the changes wrought on you as you passed in and out of consciousness. You along with four other individuals are lying on metal devices more accurately labelled wheeled carts than beds. There is also a sixth cart covered in a gray blanket, whoever or whatever is under it is not moving. The room itself is a windowless cell made of sand brown stone. The only obvious exit is a round vault door made of some black metal. There is also a single vent that is no larger than six inches wide that you assume is to prevent the air from becoming to musty. The vent's cover it's currently hanging loose as half of its frame has been torn from the ceiling. Hanging from the wall is a small green skinned humanoid. It is not larger than six inches tall and possesses both wings and a bulbous over-sized head. The creature opens its mouth and rather than speak sound simply pores from its lungs. Creature: This is a recording. I will be unable to respond immediately to anything you say. With that formality done I must say that it is good to know that at least some of you are still alive. Now I wished that Thomas had gotten more of you to the vault, but we play what cards we are dealt. My helper will unlock the vault door on your command but be warned the trek above will be perilous. As allow the initial invaders, who forced my retreat, were beaten back; our Allied Military saviors have run rogue and set themselves up as petty tyrants in a flood city. So please my children do not let them destroy all of my works, as you are still the finest. Praise be to Reason, Knowledge is the Gods bane. Crypt practically falls out of the cart-like bed, but catches himself with surprising agility, surprising for him anyway. He landed, crouched, and looking at the floor. Or, rather, the hand on the floor, stripped of skin and with black muscle showing on and between the bone, able to look between the two bones of the forearm. His eyes were wide as the hand, his hand, came up trembling before his face, thin metal wires were visible among the black muscle and bleach white bone. Crypt does what anyone would do. Panic." What in the Nine Hell's!?"he shouts, freezing as his voice left him, only, it wasn't his voice anymore, it wasn't dry, or even ominously deep, it was commanding, like the militia leader's back at his hometown... His hometown! That got him standing in seconds, looking around the room, not caring about his appearance or what had happened to him before he runs over to the door, trying to find a way out, not having paid attention to what the creature had said. He needed to get back, tell his sister he wasn't dead, that he was alive, if not exactly normal anymore. Again he froze, he wasn't normal. Would she even recognize him? Would she trust him as he was? He shook it off, he'd just have to convince her that he was himself, not someone, or something, else. He starts pounding on the door, each hit growing stronger and more desperate until his fist glows with green fire, slamming into it over and over again. Furthermore, he's breathing heavy by that point and the flames fade. Furthermore, he won't make it through. He looks back to the room at this point... With a head full of pain, complete disorientation, and brand-new sensations, Sorry's first act is to turn, lean over the side of the bed, and vomit. What... the hell...is all he manages to get out before some degree of realization begins to strike. With an uncharacteristic burst of fury, he tears into the bed he woke up one, instinctively using his new weapons to tear it apart. And Sees the Thing that once was Cathay, Standing up, shaking his head to clear it." What.... What is..... What Am I doing here?" He Turns, And stares at the other, One. Cocking his head slightly at the speaking thing, he looks around, and then decides that time is better spent sideways, In the other Up. Strange, He never thought that way before. He looks at the other;"You, who are you?" "Uh,"Crypt says, looking at the others that were up and about,"... Crypt,"he says, at a loss towards the eye covered creature before him as he watched the other tear its bed apart. He turns back to the door, wide-eyed, he wasn't the only one changed here, apparently. He notices the burn marks where he had hit the door, and remembered the green flames. Furthermore, he furrows his brow, and the flame comes to light again, lighting up the room. The flames coated his entire forearm and hand, but didn't go past his elbow, where his skin still remained, albeit more leathery. He had turned himself into a makeshift torch. He shivered, this was definitely not normal for a farm-raised kid barely stepping into adulthood." Do you know where we are?"he asks the... thing, that had previously asked his name,"or why we aren't exactly human anymore,"his determination trumped his panic, if only barely. It was still there, it could be heard and seen in his demeanor, but he had as much of a grip on it as he could. The sound of people speaking slowly brings Royce around. Groaning, he slowly sits up and rubs his eyes with his fingers for a moment, then freezes in shock at the long ragged claws that glow slightly, attached to long skinny fingers of gray. His gaze slowly tracks up his arm to his shoulder, all the muscles subtly wrong. His muscles were compact, thick. These were lean, corded, wiry cables of pure strength under wrinkled, coal gray skin. Noticing the metal cart he sat on, he scrambled off and used the top as a mirror. Glowing red eyes peer out of a withered face under a mop of unruly black wires that could be called hair. Almost shaking with restrained rage, he shouts at the recording as soon as the words register in his head." I owe you nothing, you cowardly son of a bitch! And when I find you, I'm going to hack you into enough pieces to share with everyone who wants one as a keepsake! MY DAUGHTER IS DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU! I'M GOING TO HUNT YOU TO THE ENDS OF THE WORLD AND BEYOND!" The tiny creature recoils and makes the first sound thus far that seems to be its own voice rather than a recording, a high but quiet whimper. It then attempts to shrink as far into the room's corner as possible. TSMA woke up first for the body when the talking had started, but for a while it lay there while the other personality, that which was Woolworth took the reins. Unlike the others, it had an idea as to what was happening. It remembered the bloodshed. To the tiniest degree, but memory occurred." One might call this an unusual test. But truth IA detected." The monstrous mutant sat up, a hideous parody of anything natural." You are here to open the gates." Quilzonth looks at the creature, trying to place it as best as he can. His words are less those of questioning, more those of fact. The winged creature seems to do its best to nod. The monstrosity seems to pause in thought, ignoring all the others after that might react to the nod." We can wait... This place, neither remember, but for experimentation, producing something. Other concludes solder, this doesn't care, I just want to escape this form... To return to natural form, to the brain..." It is obvious that whatever passes for a mind in the monstrosity is rather broken." I... Neither recognize any from the test pits, none from the fights... It looks like we are to fight together... Your name, no need for mine, you can refer to me as Tsarma... I doubt you will need the designation code. I see no purpose in staying, if anything could be learned from this room, it would have been told to us if not a test. This should be a... Storage vault." "I'm trying to get some sleep you foul-smelling monkeys." A feral sounding voice comes from under the blanket before 2 claws tear it apart women with claws sprouting from her knuckles sits up growling"Can't a TIA get some sleep without the foul odor of you unwashed animals filling their nose." She stands up and stretches, claws retracting as she assumes a more human-like form. Arms solidifying from the semi-liquid state they had assumed previously The homunculus seems to take all the commotion and shouting as a desire for it to move forward, and as such it scampers over to the vault door and lays its hand on the metallic surface. The round door rolls away, and you are greeted by a torrent of water. It pools until it reaches thigh height. The room beyond where you stand is similarly flooded and constructed from a similar stone. Your attention is however immediately draw to the mangled pieces of flesh and bone, that are covering the walls and floating on the water's surface. All told these body parts could likely account for eight individuals. The room looks to have once been an archive of some sort, the walls are lined with bookshelves and filing cabinets that are now toppled, and their contents ruined by water damage. There are three hallways besides leading off the of room. One is a set of stairs leading upwards and offering a glimpse of sunlight, and is directly ahead of you. To the right is a set of stairs that leads downward under the waters, and from it issue large bubbles. Finally, on your left is a level hallway from which a pale blue light emanates, and is occasionally punctuated by a horrible howling noise. TIA 86 takes a deep breath through her enhanced nose, seeking out anything living within 120ftWalking around the room to get a good fix on anything she can smell, trying to ignore the stench of her companions Having vented his newfound rage and frustration, Sorry's only thought is of escape. A little fearful of the surrounding monsters, he does what has always come natural, and runs. He runs out of the room and towards the sunlight at an incredible speed. Spoiler Hide Full round action to run 600 feet upstairs or until he spots danger. "..." It wouldn't be noticed at this point, but, Crypt paled drastically on seeing what was outside the door, the green flames still shedding light,"I think I'm going to be sick,"he says before shaking himself out of it, he clenches his hand, forcing the flames to coalesce into a sphere. He heads into the hallway, then looks at the homunculus,"what can you tell us about this place?"he asks, the flames flaring periodically as a black haze surrounds him, fading and appearing periodically, showing his panic being channeled into another, more dangerous emotion. "Truth confirmed as to attack. Not Water useful. Escape could be blocked. One already fleeing for light, will hear soon." These words are almost to itself, as the now wet monstrosity strides towards the room just opened, every step creating ridiculously large ripples for it's size, However, its form seems to blur slightly. Spoiler Hide Can see perfectly in darkness, has scent, will be rolling spot and listen. Taking 10 on Hide [+15] and move silently [+13] checks until otherwise noted. Spot: (1d20+8)[17] Listen: (1d20+8)[13] The tiny winged humanoid begins speaking, though it doesn't be a much softer and quieter voice, which the natural pauses and stutters one might expect in true speech rather than a recording. Homunculus: These are the master's labs. They were destroyed by the water god's servants to take back their child. Master wanted this one to come back and help creations not destroyed by the fishes, or else would all be a waste. Death god's child still held here, must tell master that death and water not allies. The creature seems to realize that it is rambling and not correctly answering your question, and flinches as if expecting to be struck before continuing to speak. Homunculus: Building has basement which is only storage: vault, archives, and the prisons for both god children. First floor is residence and barracks nothing interesting besides guard weapons. Upper floor is medical modification labs, might have some of master's notes that had not yet been archived before attack. This one should retrieve them for master, only of course if you not need this one.---------TIA 86's sensory info Spoiler Hide You cannot sense any more ordinary life than you could already see, but you do feel a horrible burning sensation coming from the hallway on your left. Your every impulse is telling you that it is and enemy, and very little more. It is one of the ones that must be hunted. ---------You can all see ripples in the water and feel the ground shake, as a horrible rhythmic booming can be heard coming from behind and above your current position. Something large is moving at ground level.---------What Sorry sees above ground Spoiler Hide You are now in a hallway whose left side is lined with windows and to your right is a stone wall with three doors, one wooden and the other two some kind of bluish gray metal. Through the windows you can see streets flooded up to nearly waist level, this building only saved from an entirely submerged basement by a raise patio-like foundation. The flood streets trace their way haphazardly though large stone and wooden buildings, all of which are at least two stories if not four or five. Most of the buildings lack this one's raise position however and have ruined lower levels. You can hear a loud pounding sound coming from behind you and to your left, before an enormous humanoid form comes into view beyond the windows. It is a giant easily twenty feet tall and perhaps much taller, as you cannot properly see its upper portions due to the ceiling blocking your vision. Its skin is green and blubbery similar to a seal's in consistency. It possesses two long arms that reach nearly to the ground and are tipped with five fingers hands whose digits each end in a talon. It has not yet spotted you. "Enemy to the left. Track. Assassinate. No standing orders for Infiltration or noncombatants. TIA Subject86 to destroy Enemy designation 001. No other TIA operatives within detection to assist." The bestial woman growls out, vocalizing her thought process as her claws form from between her knuckles once more"Excellent. I've been needing a good bout of combat training." Heading down the left path, ignoring the stinking monsters she woke next to in search of the enemy she could smell. As she walks down the hallway she adjusts her sense of smell, shifting it so she can get a good look at the Enemy (Using Pariah's Synesthete ability to see smells. Unable to detect fine detail or colors) Tsarma stands stiffer at the referral to modification data. One half wanted destruction, or it's knowledge, one wanted its knowledge. The voice that spoke was darker and more aggressive than the preceding one for a moment." Creature, take me to the labs. Weapons should also be gathered given disturbance showing aggressive above ground and as it is chasing... I would suggest you lot head for weapons. Creature, take me." Pushing itself up with tentacles that come from its back, the one that identified itself as Tsarma rises from the water, ready to follow the creature either through flight or walking. Sorry throws himself against the wall, careful to avoid being spotted by the monstrosity. He can outwit it for now, and move if it notices him. Spoiler Hide: (1d20+17)[26] "...this is not going to end well,"Crypt says,"Go with him,"he tells the homunculus,"you need those notes as much as he does. We'll take care of whatever's down here and meet you upstairs." Crypt then takes off down the level corridor, the green flames once again coating his hand rather than forming a sphere, the black haze coalescing into a black cloak as he ran down the hallway, he needed a weapon, even with his modifications, without a weapon, he couldn't really be of much use in a fight, unless they were more thorough than he initially thought. Through the hallway with TIA and Crypt You quickly round a corner and enter a large room at least twenty-five feet to a side. In the center of a room is a chained creature whose body resembles that of an elephant with skin that of glazed porcelain rather than flesh. Its head is a grotesque bare skull of some horrible fanged beast with tusks protruding from its molars. From it radiates a soft blue light. Along the room's edges are a number of pieces of equipment, most notably a very large strong box paired with a strangely designed grieve with glowing red circuitry weaving across the blade's surface from a central device that resembles a miniature furnace attached to the handle. All other materials have been damaged by the floodwaters and conflict beyond recognition. Upon noticing you the creature begins speaking with a voice like that of a very tired old man. It appears to ignore TIA entirely in favor of directing its attention toward Crypt. Elephant Creatures: Brother you have come to liberate me at last. I had feared when the cursed fishmen saved their own and left me in bondage that I had been entirely forgotten. Were any others taken besides me, I could not see in the chaos of their attack.-------Tsarma and the homunculus reach the ground level and flatten themselves against the wall following Sorry's example after seeing the creature outside the windows (this is my assumption from you taking 10 on the two stealth skills). The great green-skinned giant is now reaching its arms through the windows of a neighboring building, breaking windows and walls as it feels around for something or someone. The homunculus begins pointing to the metal door on the right-hand wall and mouthing the word "weapons".IOC: I'm probably going to stop spoiling most stuff when you guys split up to avoid repeating myself. Anyway though Erik Vale you see much the same thing as was in Sorry's previous spoiler. Save for the new actions I posted here. Crypt looks at the beast,"what are you?"he asks quietly before turning to the other one that came down the hallway with him,"and what do you mean by brother?"he asks the creature, then makes a request of his current 'companion',"please don't attack, let's hear what he has to say first... at the very least." Elephant Creature: Though they have taken my eyes I can still sense you brother. We are of the same flesh and blood, descendants of the Underworld King. Do you not remember our home? Or have they begun birthing our children in this accursed lab so far from home? "I'm a human,"Crypt says,"born and raised a human. I was captured and woke up in a vault," he explains,"although, I have been, modified, apparently. That does explain some of these... abilities though..."he looks at the creature,"I have two questions though, would you be willing to help us if I let you free?"he asks looking to his current companion,"and why is it that you're being targeted as an enemy by my current companion?" Spoiler Hide Rolling Sense Motive, just in case Sense Motive: (1d20+4)[10] Creature: Though you are a product of their corrupt processes blood is blood. I will work with you as long as you do not aid the kidnappers and mutilators, if you release me. I swear by my name as Motion last generation child of Azrael. Shortly after what you said about TIA seems to have finally registered with the creature. Mortion: Your companion is a creation of these men designed to hunt and capture or kill beings with any trace of divine presence. Sense Motive Spoiler Hide You're fairly certain he is being truthful "Divine presence? As in gods?" Crypt asks, utterly confused,"if that's the case,"Crypt goes over to the grieve, it was unorthodox in his hands, but it'd have to do, and attempts to break the chains with it. Spoiler Hide Would you mind rolling the damage for that? I don't know what the grieve can do As the smaller of the two following him, the homunculus is Sorry's target as he reaches out to grab something, hissing, What the hell is going on? Where am I, and what is that thing? The monstrosity whispers." Be Quiet, I might be able to drive it away. Give me a few moments. Then I can disclose." Spoiler Hide Ok, Taking 10 on knowledge checks [13 for all but Arcadia, which I have ranks in making 21], Hide [25], Move Silently [23, shouldn't be needed], Listen and spot. [18]. Going to attempt a sense motive to see if it's aggressively hunting or just ambling/other: (1d20)[15] IF the creature seems to be within 60 feet but not coming closer quickly I will use one use of Detect thoughts, and use it for 3 rounds barring other circumstances. If hostile and approaching, I will use a psionic suggestion [Augmented to affect all types due to EML of PLA] of "There is something over There", taking 10 on concentration allowing it to have no signs of manifestation. DC for both S/PLA's is 15... Nothing to strong but it could help. Motion: Only so many gods as the progenitors of all races are. As our species' first member still lives we all empowered in such a way that these scientists appear afraid of. The grieve needs some work to cut through the chains but will do so easily enough in about a minute by your estimations. (This is mostly to give neuron time to react)-----The diminutive follower begins whispering quickly. Homunculus: It is one of the water creatures, invaded the city two weeks past. Likely looking for soldiers most likely. One of attempts by the fishes to clone their sleeping father, not successful but still dangerous troops not. Tentacles and mouth cause flesh to rot. Knowledge/telepathy results check Spoiler Hide It would appear to be specifically looking for something and is quite obviously damaging the neighboring building's interior. It looks similar to a strange water deity coastal people, named the Sleeping Dread, worshiped before the Word of Reason took hold of most Sothos. In addition to what the homunculus said you know that it likely has some of the magical prowess of it's the god in whose image it is made, and heals supernaturally fast. Upon reading its mind you do not get concise thoughts but rather a random smattering of emotions and single phrases. Most prominent among them are "hungry" and "find uniformed humans". "I got into its mind. It searches for uniforms allowing some safety, but is very hungry. Magical and regenerative powers known, at most I could stun, not kill...." The monstrosity looks at the Homunculus." Which way to the information, so I can send it away from our destination." Suggestion will be "Fat Uniforms hiding *Direction*". Due to free augmentation, DC is 16, 20 if it counts as a reasonable [or whatever word is] suggestion, which it should be. Cause, it wants food, and fat uniforms should be good food... And what is hunted. So, after this is done, I will have used up one use of Psionic Detection and Read thoughts. The green giant retracts its arms from the buildings so that they can once again hang at its sides. It then begins walking further allow the path in its initial direction quickly becoming obscured by buildings and the slightly turning street structure. Homunculus: Can continue down hallway, stairs around the bend. Passing through barracks *points again to metal doors* slower but prevents exposure through windows. Though other pasties might be hiding in barracks. The voice becomes rougher." I'll go ahead, most anything would miss me and I can come back if it is unsafe. However, further similar hostiles would be highly problematic." Looking around, when it next speaks, the voice softens, but not much." This place... I don't know. Memories suggests this place is a testing facility, myself was used for halfbreed testing of various varieties for combat utility. That, that is a mockery of a god used as silvery, near animal intelligence but rather resilient. The Name alludes... Should consensus be reached, I will go ahead and see if the above corridor is clear." TIA stays her claws for now, eyeing Enemy001 with suspicion"You know about Them? They who made TIA from Runts? Tell me about Them. The TIA know very little about why we were created. What is my destiny? Why am I Alive? You say it is to Track Infiltrate and Assassinate those with divine blood but Why were you our targets. And why, dear Them why do my 'companions' reek like rotting corpses and not feel repulsed by each other?"TIA turns her nose up at the smell, unused to such horrid conditions in her sensitive nose Motion: I do not know how the hunters were made, but they resemble the Euphoric's gray men. If your companion was made from my flesh you were likely made from theirs. I have only seen your kind being used to capture or kill the descendants of divine entities. "Then I must find this Euphoric and his gray men. He will help lead me back to the Den and the other TIA Subjects. Loyalty to the Den is All. The TIA are Strong." The animalistic woman says, repeating some of her programming." Tell me Enemy001. Why should I spare you? You smell like Enemy."TIA grabs the grieve's handle, stopping its cutting"Why should you risk your life to help one not of your Pack Crypt? It does not look like it would fight well or know much. And since the people who attacked this base did not recover it then it has no use to them. What makes it have used to us but not them?" "They slaughtered hundreds, it's likely they're far more skilled than any of us are now, I was a farmer before being captured here for crying out loud, any help we can get will be useful, for all of us,"Crypt replies, then his voice darkens considerably,"and, unlike you, I haven't been completely brainwashed into doing whatever the Nine Hell's these bastards want me to do for them, I'm still Crypt, I'm still human, even if only barely so,"he goes back to the chain, getting past her grip, black lightning suddenly dancing across the grieve's length,"if he can help me get back to my family, to let them know I'm still alive, then it's worth freeing him!" Then he says something that she'd understand more easily, identifying with the way she spoke,"I make my own pack..." "I... I think I see. Very well, may I join your Pack until I reunite with the Den?" Crypt gives a grin,"he, no downside to it as long as you don't try to kill me once you get to the Den. As long as we help each other, we're a pack, now can you help me with these chains?"he asks, turning his attention back to the task at hand,"by the way, what should I call you?"he asks,"and I don't mean your 'project name', I mean your real name." Spoiler Hide Do note, Crypt has Dark stalker, he can hide from any sense, including TIA's Sorry, finally realizing that he's in serious danger and there's someone who doesn't seem to want to immediately kill him, says, Keep up, and speeds ahead, keeping a close eye out for unknown factors that could be enemies. Spoiler Hide Moving half speed, or 60 feet a round until an enemy is spotted. Then go Invisible with Cloaked Stride for a round and use that to find a hiding place. Spot: (1d20+10)[27] Listen: (1d20+10)[12] Move Silently: (1d20+15)[24] Hide: (1d20+17)[21] Yeah, Sorry never was much of a team player, and that's only gotten worse. "My name is TIA Subject 86. That is the only name I possess. Loyalty to the Pack. Unless They order me or the Den decrees your destruction you shall survive my parting."TIA helps her new Pack mate cut through the chains, keeping on the lookout for anything coming@DM: Please assume that unless otherwise told TIA has Synth: Smell-O-Vision meaning she sees whatever she can smell (namely anything in 120') but colorblind and lacking fine details Spoiler Hide But is he using it right now to hide from TIA's smell-o-vision? Cause otherwise she can still complain about the stink "... I doubt it's the only name you've ever had, my guess is it was overwritten when they made you what you are now,"he says as the grieve works its way through the chains,"you probably just don't remember your original name, or life before for that matter,"Crypt sighs,"I'll call you Tia, it's quicker and easier. It'll also help you blend in with humans,"this woman seemed to have truly lost her humanity to the procedures used on her, he hoped he could make at least some of it resurface, if only to better blend in among humans, not that he could really blend in, mind you. Spoiler Hide I'd say he has a much weaker smell to begin with, but he could hide it completely given some setup. "I am designed to blend in with Humans if needed. As well as any other race given sufficient time and preparation. I am Track Infiltrate Assassinate though I believe the 2nd usage is not used as much as assassination or tracking. But since you are neither a Human nor someone I am ordered to conceal myself from I find no use in doing so. I did have a name before becoming TIA. Runt, I was known as Runt before my first upgrade, all Ties are Runts before their upgrade for they are weak, pitiful Non-Subjects. I was the first of a new upgrade line devoted to the usage of poison making. My blood has been replaced by a dormant poison I can activate and transmit when not in my disguised form." Crypt actually chuckles at that, though it was with grim humor,"I still consider myself human, and you were before becoming what you are now, or at least some kind of humanoid. Meaning you had a family,"he replies,"I'm sure you had another name then, a human name. The fact you don't remember is, quite frankly, depressing, no offense to you, but, the thought that they think humanity is weakness... let's just say I don't agree with them. Are you really content to just be their tool? Their weapon? I could never settle for something like that, even if I were to have my memories erased and overwritten." He finishes cutting the chains, then sighs,"consider it, Tia,"he says, using the name he had decided to give her,"humans are tenacious creatures, we fight to exist, and persist despite all that's out there, and if we have a cause to fight for, we become all the stronger, just like my goal to get back home, to my family... even if they don't accept what I have become, they're my family, and I'll fight for them,"she'd be able to hear his conviction in what he's saying now,"...if I ever get back, and you haven't found what you are looking for, you can always join my family, even if I can't..."he says, this time, sadness is evident at the end of his statement." For now though, let's focus on getting out of here,"Crypt says. "And what makes me less Human? Do I lack that same tenacity you espouse so? You say that They think Humanity is weak, I disagree. They see the potential in them, the tenacity and causes you fight for and seek to improve the things that can be. Do my claws give me less tenacity? Does it make me fight less for my chosen cause? Or does it make me a stronger fighter to succeed at the causes chosen. You are a hypocrite or a racist for thinking my mind is less than yours because I possess no memories of before my entrance into the Den and being given improvements to my form via magic or surgery." Upon being freed your porcelain companion begins moving toward the exit, and while moving comments on your current discussion. Mortion: Although I am not what one would consider human, I might have something to add. Her lack of memories do not make Tia any less a person. However, the way our captors abused us all make it clear that they considered her and the rest of us less than human or at least less than themselves.-----Though Sorry certainly out paces TSMA they reach the upper level at approximately the same time, leaving the homunculus far behind. They round a right bound corner and travel thirty feet before reaching a spiral staircase. At its top they can see a large rectangular lab area. There are eight separate tables, each augmented with leather straps and containers along the walls, those few of which are opened spill forth medical instruments. There are also two wooden doors on the other side of the room, but no windows. The most eye-catching feature of the room however is the violent creature that occupies it. Attempting to devour one of the metal operating tables what appears to be a severely scarred great white shark save that it possesses enormous bear-like legs. It is approximately thirty feet from both of your current positions and does not appear to notice you. It should be noted however that its jaws and teeth are successfully cutting through steel. Spoiler Hide Tsarma immediately reverses the quiet and slower flight he was undergoing close the ground by performing a small tentacle assisted horizontal loop. He doesn't bother speaking, but lightly taps the homunculus and indicates for it to follow. He desperately desired the resources, but wasn't about to get into that fight if he didn't have to. However, in the first part of moving away, he performs a short teleport to try and put something between him and the other. Spoiler Hide Warp Stride 30 feet leaving some part of him visible to the homunculus after turning, then taking 10 as normal as I fly away, very quietly. Best imagine it as a glide while pushing myself up with my many appendages every now and again. [Tail and two tentacles doing this] Again, taking 10 on identifications just in case he decides to come back up. Always I assume I do this, also note I have scent if it helps. Crypt sighs,"you're the one that said it, not me,"he says,"I honestly don't believe you less in anything, compared to humans,"he continues,"but, the cause you fighter, it's not your own, it's one forcibly given to you by the ones that changed us... it's like the brainwashed heretics in stories, they fight for a cause not their own, one given to them by another, they always end up going mad with an obsession not their own. Can you honestly say that this cause is your own and not one given to you? Can you honestly say that you want to be little more than a tool for someone else that believes you less than themselves even if they're not as strong as yourself?"the look on his face, while not easy to read, speaks volumes, it was pity,"I can say that my cause is my own. It may not be noble, it may be selfish, it may be simple, but it is my own. Once I can truly get behind and fight with all my strength, down to my very being... Can you say the same? Can you say you'd fight for this cause with your entire being? Past, present, future? Conscious and unconscious? This goal may be a powerful driver for you, but, your subconscious, the part of you that remembers your past, may not fight with the same strength as the rest of you, because it doesn't believe in the cause..." Crypt shakes his head,"... I sound like the town psychic now... sorry for going off like that, I'm just, not used to this kind of thing yet... just, ignore it, please..."he honestly sounds lost with what he's saying,"I shouldn't be talking anyway,"he looks at his near skeletal hand,"my mind may be human, but I most certainly am not anymore... no matter how much I want to be..."" Let's leave now before I make myself more of a fool,"he says, going back to the strongbox he had seen near the grieve, and checks whatever other equipment looks like it'd be useful,"Motion, can you sense any others? We may need the help,"he asks, helping the creature through the corridor if it has trouble navigating without its eyes. Otherwise, he remains silent, deep in thought. The strongbox is divided into two sections, one that looks to be a cooler for tissue sample storage and other is a slot which contains a journal. The journal records tests performed on necrotic subject 002 whom you assume to be Motion. Beginning sections of the journal note difficulty due to the number of lab technicians killed by "spit venom" and disabled by a "hypnotic gaze". After determining the subject had little biological need for most of its head (the brain is actually distributed across two bundles of gold circuitry that much like nerves in humans), it was determined that heat should be applied until its natural defenses were inoperable. It was mentioned that during the melting necrotic subjects 001, 003, 004, 005, and 006 were observed for possible sympathetic response. None was noted, but it is possible that it was due to the extreme range as the closest was stated to be forty miles away, no specific locations were recorded besides site numbers. The lab appears to be site 3. Mortion: I sense only one other, but it is very weak and above us. It must either be a child or another changed as you were. Cathay is watching everything happen, up until everything left the room, at that point, He headed upstairs, Not exactly knowing what was going on, but deciding to go upstairs, On a whim. For everyone reaching the upstairs You are now in a hallway whose left side is lined with windows and to your right is a stone wall with three doors, one wooden and the other two some kind of bluish gray metal. Through the windows you can see streets flooded up to nearly waist level, this building only saved from an entirely submerged basement by a raise patio-like foundation. The flood streets trace their way haphazardly though large stone and wooden buildings, all of which are at least two stories if not four or five. Most of the buildings lack this one's raise position however and have ruined lower levels. Cathau reaches the top of the stairs at about the same time as the rest of the party in the basement, and runs into Tsarma retreating from the upper level. Before pleasantries can truly be exchanged however an exceedingly loud voice can be heard from outside. Recognizably human but distorted and echoes most likely transmitted through several widely space magical conduits. The voice sounds stern and commanding but also very, very tired. Voice: Alright you scaly devils, my men and I have had enough. We've all gathered at the governor's palace so it's easy to find us. Now don't think this is a surrender, we just want to settle this as a single battle rather than continue all of this grueling guerrilla bull****. No we won't tell you where the civvies are, they're far out of your reach now. So come at us and if you have the courage do so without hiding behind your animals and giants. Shortly after there is a crash followed by a great splash as some legged shark creature impacts the water apparently form a second story window and begins swimming north along the flooded streets.-------Sorry sees the shark creature shift its head shortly after the words governor's palace were mentioned by the voice. It then abandons the table it was chewing and leaps through sheet glass without so much as flinching. "That... doesn't sound good,"Crypt says, then sees the shark thing,"or look good either,"he continues,"we should get out of here before we get caught by one of these things." After a moments' hesitation, Sorry dashes after the creature, speeding across the water to the nearest solid ground, while still doing his best to remain out of the creature's awareness. Spoiler Hide Hopefully there's some solid ground within 600 feet that has a hiding spot, because I have to end my movement on solid ground. Move Silently: (1d20+13)[21] Hide:(1d20+17)[23] Those on the first level can see Sorry drop from the upper level and pursue the shark creature. His quick movement allows him to stay outside the creature's perception. It appears to be moving at least one thousand feet per minute once in the water making his supernatural speed necessary but not truly straining it. "Concurred. Given they can 'eat' steel. However, I feel we should also head north..." Taking Flight and heading straight up for a moment, Tsarma begins quietly flying north, his glass 'skin' ripples in color to match that of the sky. Spoiler Hide Still taking 10 on everything, however hide is no longer relevant." Royce had been quiet after his one outburst, suppressing his rage. For now, at least. Silently, he took in everything and followed everyone else as they went around the 'lab', offering no hints to his past nor opinions on the future. Tsarma is able to see the overall city layout quite well. Most of the buildings are three to five stories tall, save for a singular skyscraper to the north. It is at least one hundred feet tall and appears much like a keep from fortified castle, it appears to be the location that the shark creature and numerous other amphibious creature you can now see are heading. Most of the buildings are damaged, and the streets are flooded, but to the west you can make out a harbor area that has sustained far greater damage and is crawling with monstrous sea life. Among the creatures he can see marching through the water-filled streets the green giants are the fewest but the easiest to spot. They are a dozen and from this point of view it can be seen that they possess heads that resembles nothing more than a whole cuttlefish. For more numerous are the legged sharks and what appear to be horse-sized crabs covered in coral. "Meh, I could take him." Cathau then decides that height is much better, and jumps outside to the water, and moves to the wall, and begins to climb it. Tsarma continues to the 'castle' at full speed, staying well above the creatures to avoid them noticing him [IOC: say, 10 stories up, which should distinguish him as something else. Full speed with said penalties to move silently rolls.], however he lacks a means of communicating to them until he reaches them. Spoiler Hide 70 Feet per round movement. "Great, they can fly,"Crypt deadpans,"everyone already seems to know there abilities, am I the only one that doesn't?"he asks rhetorically,"Motion, do you know how we can get out of here? I'd prefer not to deal with these things until I get the hang of what I can actually do." Motion: He he he. Yes ask a blind a child how to navigate a region he has never traveled while conscious. Your optimism is commendable. Though I think some of your companions who have not yet made a run for it would be more useful in helping you. Though if I were to guess, given their favoring travel by water one of the better methods to avoid the sea beasts would likely be reaching a rooftop and then jumping between buildings. "Considering you know more than I do at the moment it was worth asking,"Crypt says, rubbing his temples to stave off the panic-induced headache,"okay, roof it is... now to find a way up there..." Crypt heads down the hallway, making sure Motion can keep up while simultaneously looking for a way up to the roof. Motion: It is likely you will outpace me. That is fine, I will meet up with you again after something inevitably stops you on your journey northward. Just like Sorry and Tsarma before him Crypt finds that the hallway curves abruptly right revealing a set of spiral stairs at the end of a perpendicular hallway. Up the stairs is a large operating room with eight operating tables and two doors leaving to a room on the far end. Walls are lined with tall windows, but those on the northern wall are broken. "I'm not just leaving you behind,"Crypt says, looking out the window to try and find a way out of the city without running into the little beasties outside, he'd bite his lip if it weren't for the fact he didn't have one anymore. Spoiler Hide Search: (1d20+2)[18] Spot: (1d20+14)[18] If that doesn't work, he'll take 20 on a Search Check.

Age of Upheaval|rating:3.0

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CHARACTER SHEET CODE Code: [Select][color=red][size=14pt][u][b]OUT[/b][/u][/size][/color][float left][IMG height=300 padding=5]LINK TO CHARACTER PIC[/IMG][/float left][u][b]Character Name: [/b][/u][u][b]Fairy Tale Character:[/b][/u][u][b]Face Claim: [/b][/u] (Optional)[u][b]Player Page:[/b][/u] (Optional)[u][b]Current Relationship Status: [/b][/u][u][b]Gender Identity:[/b][/u][u][b]Sexual Preference: [/b][/u][u][b]On's:[/b][/u][list][LI] [b]Personal:[/b][/LI][LI] [b]Sexual:[/b][/LI][/list][u][b]Offs:[/b][/u][list][LI] [b]Personal:[/b][/LI][LI] [b]Sexual:[/b][/LI][/list][u][b]Appearance:[/b][/u][u][b]Age (Earth Years or day 1 of the First Curse):[/b][/u][u][b]Occupation (In Storybook or the Land Without Magic):[/b][/u][u][b]Title/Role (Before Curse):[/b][/u][u][b]Storybook’s False Memories (During Curse): [/b][/u][u][b]Base Personality Traits:[/b][/u][u][b]Abilities (Before Curse):[/b][/u][u][b]Distinguishing Features/Habits/Items/etc.:[/b][/u][u][b]Updates to character:[/b][/u][u][b]Write as your character and describe your HAPPY ENDING: [/b][/u](Optional)[u][b]Flash thread Links:[/b][/u][u][b]General: [/b][/u](Use this area for Flash Thread Ideas, Characters from their past that you’d love to have played, etc.)HEADER TEXT TO USE IN GAME Code: [Select][float left][IMG height=300 padding=5]LINK TO CHARACTER PIC[/IMG][/float left][table][tr][TD][b]Name:[/b] [/TD][TD][URL=LINK TO PLAYER PAGE] CHARACTER NAME[/URL][/TD][TD][b]|||[/b] [URL= Upon a Time[/URL][/TD][/tr][tr][TD][b]Time:[/b] [/TD][TD]DATE[/TD][TD][b]|||[/b] TIME OF DAY[/TD][/tr][tr][TD][b]Location:[/b] [/TD][TD]LOCATION[/TD][TD][b]|||Tag:[/b] TAGGING [/TD][/tr][/table][hr]​ OUT(Name: Curtis Casey (Currently under the identity of Ryan Marlow)Fairy Tale Character:Zeroth, Scar, Potentially "The Beast"Face Claim: Warren Christie Player Page:Danny Shadow (Relationship Status: Single Gender Identity:Male Sexual Preference: Mostly Straightens: Personal:Submissive (Either forced or unforced), Needy, Innocent, Damaged, Breakable, Fun, adventurous. Sexual:Submissive (Either forced or unforced), Getting oral, being served, Being on top, Imprisoned victim, torture, etc. Offs: Personal: DOM Sexual: Disappearance:See Image, I don't prefer text descriptions. Age (Earth Years or day 1 of the First Curse):1800 Years old Occupation (In Storybook or the Land Without Magic):Bouncer, Hustler, and Playboy in the Land Without Magic Title/Role (Before Curse):Father, heartbreaker, Flâneur, and mysogonistStorybrook’s False Memories (During Curse): Curtis Casey was married and served in the military. During the War on Terror, he found a way to desert and claim a false identity. His wife (hopefully Belle) in Storybook, thinking him dead, put the money he asked every single month without fail into the account for Ryan Marlow. Ryan Marlow is extraordinarily wealthy. Base Personality Traits:Sensitive, temperamental, vindictive, cunning, charming, seductive Abilities (Before Curse):(See Main Page for Dragon Lore)Heightened Senses-Smell is accurate and double ranged. Vision is Triple ranged and low-lightAthleticDragon Shapeshifting- Dragonfly, Human, Dragon Forms Realm Teleportation- Unique to Incubus DragonsPheremone Magic-attraction magic Enhanced Traits - Augmented strength, agility, durability and fighting skills. Immortality - Eternal managing life. Dragon Immunity - Immunity to some magic in dragon form such as:X Cytokinesis Telekinesis Magic Immobilization Heart-Ripping**Will force dragon into human form once ripped. The cost of ripping a dragon's heart is to lose that which is most precious. Heart cannot be crushed. Distinguishing Features/Habits/Items/etc.:N/Updates to character:N/Write as your character and describe your HAPPY ENDING: My true happy ending would be to find peace. I would be able to speak with my mother and get revenge on Hades for my father's death. Flashthread Links:The Ugly Duckling (I planned this character to be Lilly Page's father and Maleficent's Baby's Daddy. Please see me if you play either of those 2 canon characters. I also plan to make him the Beast in Beauty & The Beast instead of Rumple around the same time as he fulfills the role of Scar in the Lion King. Any of those associated characters should please see me for Flash Threads. His story also involves Hades, so please see me for Flash Thread. I am open to other Flash Threads as well, just shoot me a message! OUT(Name: Mr. Gold Fairy Tale Character:Rumpelstiltskin (The Dark One)Face Claim: Robert Carlyle Player Page:Danny Shadow (Relationship Status: Still Unsure Gender Identity:Gender Fluid Sexual Preference: It's Complications: Personal: Timothy loves peppy, sweet, caring, people with golden hearts. Timothy is a sucker for a girl with music in her soul. Talia loves those who love children. Talia gets along with fighters and warriors. Talia is extremely devout and spiritual. She enjoys spending time with those who are into Yoga, mindfulness, and meditation. Rumpelstiltskin People who need him for something and are willing to negotiate. People of Wit. People of power. Knox "gets along" with people who are easily led. People who will feed Knox, he hungers for power, position, status, food, anything. Sexual: Timothy loves sex. Location is a big thing for him. He loves lakes and mountaintops as well as large, luxurious bedchambers and cottage dining tables. He's auditory stimulated but loves to see his woman pleasured. Furthermore, he prefers to be on bottom most of the time and likes his woman to take control in a loving way. Talia is content to just make out and heavy petting. She is very old, you see, so she isn't up for anything too wild. She is the happiest talking about the philosophy of sex. That is so dirty to her. Rumpelstiltskin seems to have very little interest in sexuality. Knax likes to punish and control. He derives sexual pleasure from pain, torture, bloodying, hypnotizing, etc. Offs: Personal: Timothy has very low tolerance for craziness and anger. Timothy can't stand betrayal and low character. Timothy hates Bullies. Talia is brave and fierce. Like Timothy, she has little tolerance to the manipulations and evils of others. Rumplestiltskin can't stand people in his way. Knax doesn't like unbreakable, tough, hopeful, stand-up-to-the-bad-guy hero types. Sexual: Timothy hates being forced or imprisoned. Timothy doesn't like any deviant sexual behavior (excluding oral sex)Talia doesn't like perversion of any kind. Rumplestiltskin doesn't care whether someone is trying to be sexual or not. Knax can't stand sleepers. Expressionless. He wants them to cry, to beg, to suffer. If they do nothing, he is not pleased. Appearance:See Image, I don't prefer text descriptions. Age (Earth Years or day 1 of the First Curse):263 Years old Occupation (In Storybook or the Land Without Magic):Owner and Operator of Mr. Gold's Pawn Shop and Landlord to many Storybook properties Title/Role (Before Curse):The Dark One, in the business of Dark DealsStorybrook’s False Memories (During Curse): Gold is one of the earliest names of the seaside town of Storybook. They built their legacy from the ground up. Just a few towns south, his grandfather had founded the Golden Shoe Company in 1933 and Mr. Gold's father sold it in 1984 for $433 million of Berkshire Hathaway stock. Always an avid collector, Mr. Gold decided as a young lad he'd make money with his hobby, registering his shop in Storybook. Over the years, he amassed tremendous wealth through buying out large property in Storybook and renting it out. He is not known for his generosity when it comes to payment, nor his prices. But, he is always a man of his word. When he makes a deal, the deal is set in stone. Base Personality Traits:Timothy is intelligent. He is an incredible handyman. He is masculine and witty. Furthermore, he is charismatic and has a pure heart. Furthermore, he is humble. Taliais wise, thoughtful, caring, and sincere. Rumplestiltskinis manipulative, cunning, and always true to his word. Knaxis given to tantrums. He is emotionally disturbed and easily angered. There are many more personalities in Rumple's DID head, but these are the ones I am writing for now. Abilities (Before Curse):Belief - Ability to mildly alter reality by believing strong enough. Dark One - Ability to use the powers of Darkness acquired with the Dark One's Dagger. Blood Magic - Use of one's own blood as a magical seal that can only be broken by someone of the same bloodline. Enhanced Traits - Augmented strength, agility, durability and fighting skills. Immortality - Eternal managing life. Can only be killed with the Dark One's Dagger. Witchcraft - Ability to cast spells and/ or curses. Conjuration - Ability to conjure objects out of the blue. Healing Spells - Ability to magically heal injuries and/or diseases. Heart-ripping -Ability to rip heart out in order to control/ kill them, Locator Spells - Ability to cast a spell that will aid in finding something or someone. Magical Immobilization - Ability to magically immobilize something or someone. Pyrokinesis - Ability to conjure and control fire. Shapeshifting - Ability to alter the appearance of oneself or others. Telekinesis - Ability to control the movement of objects or other people/animals. Teleportation - Ability to magically teleport oneself and/or others from one location to another. Transformation - Ability to magically transform an object into a different one. Fairy Magic - Use of fairy Dust and/or fairies' wands to do magic. Potioncraft - Ability to create liquid substances for various purposes by combining a set of ingredients. Distinguishing Features/Habits/Items/etc.: Outside Storybook, when Rumpelstiltskin is in charge, his skin glows a brownish hue and his eyes are large and black, his laughter is a strange squeal of delight. Inside Storybook he walks with a distinctive limp and utilizes a long, black cane with a golden tip. Updates to character: N/Write as your character and describe your HAPPY ENDING: Too many happy endings! Flashthread Links: The Dark Dagger and the Scarring (As of right now, this story mostly touches Ella's. If you are interested in having rumple make a deal in ANY of your flash threads - please let me know, and I will be happy to assist. If you want to plan pre-Ella stories, including the Dark One's Origins, your character needs to be alive between 212 and 263 BFC (Before First Curse). Still haven't found a good candidate for the Spinster Tale. I am willing to keep it with Cora's history but obviously if you have a great idea for it, I'd be happy to talk it over. If there comes a time for a Backfire, his history will need to be altered significantly. The player needs to decide is he Ella and Rumple's son? Does he have a different mother? Basically, there are a lot of creative things we could decide to do, and I am willing to work with you on them. OUT(Name: Graham HumbertFairy Tale Character:The Huntsman Face Claim: Chris Hemsworth Player Page:Danny Shadow (Relationship Status: Single Gender Identity:Male Sexual Preference: Straightens: Personal: Funny people who can tell a good story/joke! Sexual: The Huntsman loves a woman with a lot of stamina and a dark side. He will do every position he can. Emotional connection plus sexual connection is best for him, but he's known to have had a few one-night stands. Offs: Personal: Lawbreakers Sexual: Weird kinks camp; Fetishes Appearance:See Image, I don't prefer text descriptions. Age (Earth Years or day 1 of the First Curse):37Occupation (In Storybook or the Land Without Magic):Sheriff of Police Title/Role (Before Curse):Mercenary for HireStorybrook’s False Memories (During Curse): Graham is a local boy of Storybook. He was always remembered as being quietly intense. Very few people would give him trouble and when they did, they were always quickly embarrassed. Graham's parents were divorced at a young age. His mother was an alcoholic and his father was murdered before he was thirteen years old. His murder still unsolved, Graham promised himself he'd find the answers. He studied hard in school and climbed up the ranks in his small town. He earned and commanded respect everywhere he goes, a large reason he was recently made Sheriff. Base Personality Traits:Law-abiding, kind, thoughtful, quiet, good listener, Relentless effort, Generous lover Abilities (Before Curse):Heightened Senses-Smell is accurate and double ranged. Vision is Triple ranged and low-light, heightened strength, heightened instincts, heightened dexterity Athletic (Riding (Vehicles camp; horses), ax-fighting [including ax-throwing], expert shooter (modern guns: 9mm, Shotguns, m16), Sports, Boxing, TAE Won Do, Brazilian JU JitsuDistinguishing Features/Habits/Items/etc.:A beautiful Ax, a beautiful gold badge, and a beautiful beard. Updates to character:N/Write as your character and describe your HAPPY ENDING: First, I'd have my heart. Second of all, I'd live in a log cabin with my family of four. Flashthread Links:General: Aside from some unfortunate business with The Evil Queen the last 8 years before the curse, this character is pretty open for Flash Threads! OUT(Name: Tommy Charms Fairy Tale Character:Sweetheart Roland Face Claim: David Beckham Player Page:Danny Shadow (Relationship Status: Single Gender Identity:Male Sexual Preference: Straightens: Personal: Quirky artist/music/ or otherwise talented Sexual: Passion, Role-play, adrenaline, paint, Romance, kink, taboo, monogamy Offs: Personal: Bad Vibes Sexual: Anal/Bondage/Watersports/Foot Fetish Appearance:See Image, I don't prefer text descriptions. Age (Earth Years or day 1 of the First Curse):73, But his age was frozen in a deal with the Dark One at age 18. Occupation (In Storybook or the Land Without Magic):Owner and Operator of Storybook Gardens (Floral Shop)Title/Role (Before Curse):SquireStorybrook’s False Memories (During Curse): Tommy is an artist. He grew up and fell in love with alternative music, Nirvana and Pearl Jam close to his heart. Mostly people know him as being in his own world, the quirky next-door neighbor type. He's had a crush on the same woman (hopefully Red Riding Hood) since he was young. But he won't dare be near her. He just graduated a couple of years prior but had saved enough money to buy this property before Gold could snatch it and with the help of some friends, opened his business. Base Personality Traits:Romantic, Sweet, Quirky, Funny Abilities (Before Curse):Vine hands- Arms can change to vines Athletic (Riding (Vehicles camp; horses), Sword, shields, armor, Flails Knowledge (Poetry, Nature)Distinguishing Features/Habits/Items/etc.:Personal little stumble/careless walking, theatrical presence, a fascination for daisies (He keeps them on display in the center of his shop, encased in glass), and Post-Storybook Tattoos, Updates to character:N/Write as your character and describe your HAPPY ENDING: Find my love and live happily ever after surrounded by Daisies and Art! Flashthread Links:General: This character is almost completely open for Flash Thread. His origin story is currently being flash-threaded with Noel (Samantha Silver) and we'd like Cora to look at our flash thread and hopefully adopt it if we get one (But she won't "have to" for our story to work). His story barely touches upon Charming and Snow's - IF THEY KEEP THE TROLL BRIDGE. But there is no interaction. His freedom from troll captivity, is because the trolls are killed by them (But if that doesn't happen, it's no big deal. Easily remedied. Just a cool little parallel). OUT(Name: Samantha SlyveraFairy Tale Character:The girl with Silver Hands; Noelle Face Claim: Alison Harvard Player Page:(Optional)Current Relationship Status: Single Gender Identity:Female Sexual Preference: Heterosexuals: Personal:Kind, understanding people, Music, flowers Sexual:Tender, Warmth, Romance[/list]Offs: Personal:Staring, Being berated, Gossip Sexual:Watersports, Toilet play, Gore[/list]Appearance:Samantha is petite in stature and appears as if she is always wide-eyed due to her bright blue eyes, her white blonde hair reaching just past her shoulders as she seems much younger than she actually image (Earth Years or day 1 of the First Curse):73 her age was frozen due to dealing with the Dark One Occupation (In Storybook or the Land Without Magic):Works various odd jobs from house cleaning to bookkeeping, she is constantly seen looking through ads Title/Role (Before Curse):The Miller's daughterStorybrook’s False Memories (During Curse): To be honest Samantha's life before coming across Storybook is a bit of a haze to her, more like as if it had all been a fog or simply going through the motions. She had a family of course although maybe only in the literal definition as a mother running off and leaving her behind with an alcoholic 'father' wasn't the best of situations nor ideal. Though through it all Samantha couldn't bring herself to complain at her lot in life, the optimistic child growing accustom to the drunken and disorderly father figure she had and simply biting the bullet to make what she could with herself. Living pay check to pay check Samantha became the bread winner of the family of two, the teenager making sure bills were paid and doing what she could to tend to her boozy father who was bleeding them dry from his obsessive habit. This however all came to a head one fateful night as the pair rode through a town called Storybook, her father's drunken rampage having reached a boiling point as Samantha begged to let her drive due to her father's erratic behavior. Before either could blink much less even breathe the truck swerved out of control, it's driver unable to correct himself in his state as the end result came with the truck rolling into a fiery crash. Upon waking in the hospital Samantha found news of her father's death heartbreaking, even more so at the additional cost of her hands that were nearly torn from their sockets and unable to be saved; she was alone, had no family, nor remotely even knew where she was. It was coming to grips with her fate did the teenager get approached by a stranger who offered her both housing and the gift of having her life returned to her in the form of surgery to get prosthetic hands, a deal of a lifetime to a heart broken and alone young girl whom could not allow such an opportunity slip by. What Samantha had not realized was it actually the sheriff who had first come upon the scene what had been a week ago, the man taking pity on the girl who had nothing really and giving her a home, probably the most stable she's ever had. Since that fateful day however Samantha has done all she could to help repay the man who essentially saved her, the teenager eager to take up any job she could and to help around the house as well as pay rent. Base Personality Traits:Sweet, Caring, somewhat naive Abilities (Before Curse):Purely just a simple maiden Distinguishing Features/Habits/Items/etc.:Samantha's most jarring features of course are her lack of hands, rather the prosthetic hands given to her are still quite noticeable as she still to this day struggles with such. Her general demeanor gives off how uncertain and almost skittish she can be, the young woman quite nervous especially in crowds or if people stare. Updates to character:Write as your character and describe your HAPPY ENDING: My only wish is to find true love like the lost dream that seems to always come to me at night, that maybe one day I can have someone who loves me for me. Flashthread Links:General: Samantha is open for any sort of interactions, romantic and/or general friendships, although she is quite shy and timid so to gain her trust may be difficult. At the current moment Samantha(Noelle) has her origin mixed with Roland. OUT(Name: Mary Margaret Blanchard Fairy Tale Character:Snow White Face Claim: (Optional) Kimberly PasielyPlayer Page:Snow White (Relationship Status: Single (Married in the Enchanted Forest)Gender Identity:Female Sexual Preference: Bisexuals: Personal:See player o/o Sexual:see player o/o[/list]Offs: Personal:see player o/o Sexual:see player o/o[/list]Appearance:See image Age (Earth Years or day 1 of the First Curse):23Occupation (In Storybook or the Land Without Magic):Owner of Flare Gardens and Nursery (Hot houseplants)Title/Role (Before Curse):PrincessStorybrook’s False Memories (During Curse): She owns a small flower nursery that supports a local florist. She dates, but they never seem to go anywhere besides the first date. Base Personality Traits:Accepting of others, always tries to be kind, and charming Abilities (Before Curse):Skilled archer, seamstress, gardener Distinguishing Features/Habits/Items/etc.:She twirls her hair when she is bored or deep in thought. She also bites her lip when she is worried. Updates to character:Write as your character and describe your HAPPY ENDING: Finding her prince charmingFlashthread Links:Snow and the Evil Queen (Current flash thread is of snow and Regina. OUT(Name:Emma Swan Fairy Tale Character:The Ugly Duckling Face Claim:Elizabeth Gillies Player Page:(Optional)Current Relationship Status:Single Gender Identity:Female Sexual Preference:Straightens: Personal: Sexual:Offs: Personal: Sexual:Appearance:(See Profile Picture)Age (Earth Years or day 1 of the First Curse):23Occupation (In Storybook or the Land Without Magic):That, Conwoman, Hustler Title/Role (Before Curse):Princess EmmaStorybrook’s False Memories (During Curse):N/Abase Personality Traits:Abilities (Before Curse):None (baby)Distinguishing Features/Habits/Items/etc.:Locket she always wears around her neck, grabs for her necklace a lot Updates to character:Write as your character and describe your HAPPY ENDING: “There’s no such thing as happily ever after.” Flashthread Links:The Ugly Duckling (Emma Swan X Ryan Marlow) (As she lived outside Storybook, there are few characters with whom she might have a flash thread, but I am open to a storyline with Backfire, Henry, or anyone who somehow is able to not be in Storybook before she gets there. I am also willing to discuss ideas for future relationships with other characters. OUT(Name: Arianne Anderson Fairy Tale Character: Ariel, The Little Mermaid Face Claim: Madeleine PetschCurrent Relationship Status: Single Gender Identity: Female Sexual Preference: Straight-shows:Personal:Listening to Music | Dancing | Swimming Sexual: ask Offs:Personal:Strong, Silent Types | Dishonesty | Legally-Binding Contracts Sexual:ask Appearance: 5'7", petite, long red herbage (Earth Years or day 1 of the First Curse): 21Occupation (In Storybook or the Land Without Magic): Lifeguard Title/Role (Before Curse): Princess Ariel, daughter to King Triton, betrothed to Prince EricStorybrook’s False Memories (During Curse): Ari spends most of her time working at the beach or at beachside hotel pools. For whatever reason, she's strangely drawn to bodies of water. Currently, she's studying marine biology online while selling wind chimes made of sea-glass on her Etsy shop. Base Personality Traits: Mute Abilities (Before Curse): Singing, swimming, could talk to animals Distinguishing Features/Habits/Items/etc.: Long, red hair | freckles | speaks using sign language Updates to character:Write as your character and describe your HAPPY ENDING: "In my dreams, I can talk. But I don't talk. I just sing. It's this song I've had in me my whole life, sometimes I feel like I'll die if I don't sing but no matter how much I try, when I wake - I can't. One day, though. I swear, I can feel it just waiting and bubbling and one day - I'll burst with it." Flashthread Links: TBD General: [/list] OUATUrsula(Name: Beatrice ArkoudaFairy Tale Character: Ursula Face Claim: (Optional) Bette MidlerPlayer Page: (Optional) [coming soon]Current Relationship Status: Single Gender Identity: Female Sexual Preference: Bi, Leaning Heteros: - Personal: Good Food, Good Music, Glamour, Arts, Desperate People, Storms, Oceans, Shipwrecks, Bears, Octopi, Coral Reefs, Fashionable Things, Occultism, Someone Being Awesome At Being Evil - Sexual: Ursula is dominant, enjoying elements of bondage and master / servitude relationships. Offs: - Personal: Welfare Programs, Being Looked Down On, Meals with Octopus In Them - Sexual: Humiliation, Bathroom Play Appearance: An older woman with short white hair that seems to stick straight up. She's fashionable, and even vain, always wearing makeup and jewelry. While she isn't thin, her body is more curvy than what you'd call obese. Age (Earth Years or day 1 of the First Curse): 244Occupation (In Storybook or the Land Without Magic): Investor. Beatrice is a known benefactor, seeming to enjoy giving loans, advice, and assistance to those that need it. As such, she's seen widely as a patron of the arts, and as a source of sudden capital for business owners and petty politicians. The trick is that when it comes time for the good Ms. Around to get a return on her investment, at which point she reveals how devious and threatening she can be. It's a role which has allowed her to live in sustained comfort. Title/Role (Before Curse): Sea WitchStorybrook’s False Memories (During Curse): She remembers once being fantastically wealthy, enjoying stratospheric levels of power, influence, and pleasure. Since then, she's been involved with a few scandals involving shell corporations, and has lost an enormous deal of her assets and prestige. She feels disgruntled with this, eager to climb back to her proper position as an elite embodiment of excess. Base Personality Traits: Greedy, manipulative, posh, classy, theatrical Abilities (Before Curse): She was adept in witchcraft, enchantment, and transformation magic. She's always seemed to possess a talent for spell craft, and intuitively understands the 'laws' which magic adheres to. Distinguishing Features/Habits/Items/etc.: Beatrice is a vain woman, very happy with her body and physique. She likes flaunting her curves, wearing makeup and expensive items, and so on. She also enjoys pulling people aside and giving them grandiose ideas, scheming with them. As for items, she keeps a variety of spell-craft materials in a secluded area at her home, but usually isn't seen wearing any particular thing all the time. Updates to character: [coming soon]Write as your character and describe your HAPPY ENDING: In Beatrice's fantasy, she would be fat as a house. Rich, powerful, and influential beyond her wildest dreams. An empress, maybe, or even a god. She would have no equal, no threat. And she would use this power to sate her many hungers, gorging herself day-in and day-out on splendid feasts, while enjoying absolute supremacy over the teeming, pathetic masses. Flash thread Links: [coming soon]General: [coming soon]Flotsam(Name: Floyd SamwellFairy Tale Character: Flotsam Face Claim: (Optional) Hal KetchumPlayer Page: (Optional) [coming soon]Current Relationship Status: It's Complicated Gender Identity: Male Sexual Preference: Heteros: - Personal: Playing Music, Good Food, Books, Interior Design, Business Dealings, Baked Goods - Sexual: Floyd is submissive, enjoying elements of servitude and obedience. Also likes electric playoffs: - Personal: People that speak badly of Beatrice / Ursula, Messes, - Sexual: Floyd is devoted to Beatrice. He's not really interested in anyone else. Appearance: A lanky man, somewhat snaky in his mannerisms, with a gray left eye and a yellow right eye. Despite his tenure as a butler, Floyd seems to keep things at a business-casual level of dress. Age (Earth Years or day 1 of the First Curse): 37Occupation (In Storybook or the Land Without Magic): Butler. Specifically, Floyd is in charge of the household, meaning he's usually the one you see answering the door or making outbound calls. He's an excellent cook, very good at keeping things clean, and actually has credentials as a practicing accountant. While these are his primary duties, he often gets around town with Jed when pursuing a mark. Title/Role (Before Curse): Eel ServantStorybrook’s False Memories (During Curse): Floyd remembers coming to Beatrice with his twin brother, Jed. They were poor, unwanted, in trouble, and they were looking for a way out. Even if it meant taking a deal with the devil to get it done. Beatrice took them in and made them her servants. But as time went on, Floyd remembers developing a taste for the kind of work Beatrice did, enjoying getting in on the game of manipulation. Moreover, he noticed that Beatrice didn't treat him or his brother like the rest of the clients. She valued them, depended on them and even cared for them. After she fell from grace, the brothers simply went with her. Floyd wouldn't want to be anywhere else but by her side. Base Personality Traits: Sneaky, scheming, perceptive, smug, happy Abilities (Before Curse): Flotsam had the ability to send his perception back to Ursula, and was comfortable being tied to her other enchantments. Beyond that, however, Flotsam was simply a manipulative creature, lacking supernatural abilities of his own. Distinguishing Features/Habits/Items/etc.: Floyd always seems happy, despite being a snake of a human being. He's known to enjoy reading, favoring non-fiction books about fine cooking, animals and far off places. He's also very good with a guitar. But the most distinguishing feature he has, other than his one yellow eye, is that he looks almost exactly like his brother, Jed. Updates to character: [coming soon]Write as your character and describe your HAPPY ENDING: Flotsam would enjoy seeing Beatrice reinstated as the fantastically wealthy socialite she wishes to become. But in truth, he prefers it this way. Conning people, watching them suffer, and slowly working their way back up to power. They need each other, all three of them. Every day is a new twist, a new scheme, and they always manage to come out on top. It's a happy time. Flashthread Links: [coming soon]General: [coming soon]Jetsam(Name: Jed SamwellFairy Tale Character: Jetsam Face Claim: (Optional) Hal KetchumPlayer Page: (Optional) [coming soon]Current Relationship Status: Single Gender Identity: Male Sexual Preference: Heteros: - Personal: Good Food, Pretty Women, Wine and Whiskey, That Cruel Garden Beatrice Keeps Behind The House, Getting Information - Sexual: Exhibitionism and elements of dominance. Jed is the kind that prefers a quickie on the hood of a car, only plying his sense of luxury and refinement to steal home faster. Offs: - Personal: People that speak badly of Beatrice / Ursula, Rude Waiters, People That Don't Tip, Bad Art Galleries, Wasting Time - Sexual: Jed likes to be in control, mastering the head game. When he isn't, his passion quickly turns to ice. Appearance: A lanky man, somewhat snaky in his mannerisms, with a gray right eye and a yellow left eye. Despite his tenure as a butler, Jed seems to keep things at a business-casual level of dress. Age (Earth Years or day 1 of the First Curse): 37Occupation (In Storybook or the Land Without Magic): Butler. Specifically, Jed is in charge of everything outside the household, meaning he's usually the one you see out in the garden or running errands through the town. He knows the city well, and actually has credentials as a practicing attorney. He considers scouting to be his primary duty, but usually grabs his brother Floyd when he's actually trying to close a deal on a mark. Title/Role (Before Curse): Eel ServantStorybrook’s False Memories (During Curse): Jed remembers coming to Beatrice with his twin brother, Floyd. They were poor, unwanted, in trouble, and they were looking for a way out. Even if it meant taking a deal with the devil to get it done. Beatrice took them in and made them her servants. Jed quickly grew accustomed to the work, realizing that he wanted what she wanted. He started expanding his skill set to help her achieve her goals, enjoying it more and more. The three of them eventually came to rely on and even care for one another. When she fell from her heights of wealth and influence, Jed stuck by her. Whatever else happened, he'd chosen this path and would see it through to the end. Base Personality Traits: Sneaky, scheming, perceptive, perverted, snarky Abilities (Before Curse): Jetsam had the ability to send his perception back to Ursula, and was comfortable being tied to her other enchantments. Beyond that, however, Jetsam was simply a manipulative creature, lacking supernatural abilities of his own. Distinguishing Features/Habits/Items/etc.: Jed is known as someone who's always looking for the next thing. A new restaurant, new citizens, new shows. New women. He likes to keep his thumb to the pulse of the city. Anyone who knows Jed knows who he works for and what he's about. But they can't deny that his money is green, and that he tends to know at least a little bit about everything that happens in Storybook. Updates to character: [coming soon]Write as your character and describe your HAPPY ENDING: Jed wants to see Beatrice restored to her previous wealth and glory. And then, Jed and Floyd will spend the rest of their days at her side in abject luxury, feasting and partying and subjugating anyone that ever gets in their way. Flashthread Links: [coming soon]General: [coming soon] OUT(Name: Regina Mills Fairy Tale Character: The Evil Queen Face Claim: Charlize Theron Player Page: Danny Shadow (Relationship Status: Widowed Gender Identity:Female Sexual Preference: Bi-CuriousOns: Personal:TBD Sexual:TBD Offs: Personal:TBD Sexual:TBD Appearance:See PhotoAge (Earth Years or day 1 of the First Curse):41Occupation (In Storybook or the Land Without Magic):Mayor Title/Role (Before Curse):QueenStorybrook’s False Memories (During Curse): N/Abase Personality Traits:Kind, loving, honest, sensitive, intelligent, creative, envious, and complicated Abilities: Teleportation: Regina can transport herself and other from one place to another in an instant usually in cloud of purple smoke, in addition to purple smoke Regina is also able to teleport without it Telekineses: Regina can move any object with just her mind usually through hand movements, she alohas the ability to telekinetic choke someone by focusing on there neck Ripping out hearts: Regina can rip out the heart of someone and magically control them or crush it to Ashton murder them. Stone transformation: As seen in season one Regina can turn others to stone Shape-shifting: Regina can take the form of anything she wants Increased Physical Abilities: Regina has increased physical abilities as seen when she caught an arrow shot at her Conjuring: Regina can conjure anything she wants out of thin are Elemental manipulation: Regina can control elements Mirror magic: Regina can spy on anyone and communicate through mirrors Cytokineses Regina can control fire with her mind usually in the form of a fireball Deportation: Regina can transport anything she wants in an instant Spell-casting: Regina has the power to cast spells Weakened Sleeping Curse: Regina can put anyone to sleep with a wave of her hand Accelerating healing factor: Regina can heal any cuts or wounds Potion craft: Regina can brew potions as she did a sleeping curse Forgetting spell: Regina make people forget anything she wants Enchanting: Like many dark sorceresses Regina can enchant objects Wood transformation: Regina can turn any object into wood Transfiguring: Regina can turn any object into something else Wardrobe Magic: Regina can change outfits on a whim Paragliding: Regina has the ability to freeze any moving things Tracking Spell: Regina can touch the tracks of a car or truck, and it will reveal how far the car went anywhere it is going Revealing: with a wave of Regina's hand she can reveal anything that has been hidden by magic Mind switching: Regina has the power to put her mind in another person as seen when she put her minding Mary Margaret Located Spell: by pouring a potion on an object belonging to the person Regina can locate anyone Advanced horse-back riding: Regina has the ability to horse back ride on an advanced stage Advanced Intelligence: Regina has a very high level of mind and intelligence Portal creation: Regina has the power to open and close portals Magic: Being taught by Ella, Regina has very powerful dark magic Aerokineses Hypokineses Telekinesis Water binding Electrokineses Chlorokineses Teleportation Potions Manipulation The ability to lay curses on others Regeneration Knowledge of Magic: Regina has an amazing amount of knowledge for magic Wands: Regina has the power to use magical wands Hat transportation: Regina has the ability to transport her self magically through hats Water creation: Regina has the power to turn things into water Hypnosis: Regina has the ability to manipulate human minds. Mayoral authority : Regina has the ability to authorize as mayor. Chlorokinesis: Regina has the ability to control plant life. Paralysis/Telekinesis: Regina has the ability to paralyze people while lifting and moving them Electrokinetic/ telekinesis: Regina has the ability to move and lift people while shocking them withelectrokineses. Branch manipulation: Regina has the power to control branches and trees. Neutralization: Regina has the ability to stop things from hitting its intended target by paralyzing it as seen in season three when she stopped Snow Whites dark fairy dust from hitting her. Protection Magic (Shields, privacy, blood magic, etc.) Regina has the ability to turn fairy dust, magic, etc. Into ball form so it is easier to reverse. Distinguishing Features/Habits/Items/etc.:Bitchy, commanding voice. Powerful, leader-like posture. Updates to character:Write as your character and describe your HAPPY ENDING: I want my family back, but as it's impossible, I will settle instead for everyone else to be as miserable as I feel. Flashthread Links:Skin as White as Snow (#msg13960256)General: The Evil Queen is an integral part of the main premise. If we get a Cora, I am open to flash threads with her. And if you have a great idea for a Flash Thread with the Evil Queen I will be open to that as well. But for now, definitely stuck with Snow White, Ella, and Prince Charming if we get one.

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Young Justice_ Eve of Destruction (Character Profiles Index)

(Cochin - yes, I'm aware it's ironic because he's Superman on the CW)Name/Identity:Terry McGinnis/Batman (of the future, AKA Neo-Batman)Place of Origin:Earth, Neo-Gotham City Race:Human - Partial clone of Bruce Wayne Powers/Weapons/Equipment:-Batshit that enhances physical strength multiple times over and protects from above-normal amounts of damage, can fly with retractable wings (that can also act as shields) and jet boots, as well as a camouflage invisibility feature-Arsenal of Bearings that can be compacted and have a variety of uses, both combustive and cryonic or simply as sharpened projectiles-Martial arts training from the disciple of the same ninja master that taught Bruce Wayne, also gifted in street fighting and improvisation Weaknesses: Without the suit he's got only his training and few resources to help him survive. He's also a fish out of water in a primitive time and can't fix any major damage to his suit without assistance, though the technology might still be too advanced for anyone to help Backstory (Up to the end of season 2):From an uncertain future, McGinnis is at the point where Batman Beyond season 3 ended (and after Return of the Joker's events) but before the FLU episode Epilogue's events, so he's been Batman for quite some time but doesn't know about his relation to Bruce Wayne. Having encountered temporal oddities before such as when Static once came to his timeline, he is not unfamiliar with the idea but has no idea how he ended up in this past, especially since it doesn't seem to mirror anything his mentor, the original Batman, has told him about. Currently: Being in unfamiliar territory, he is likely to be initially hostile to anyone trying to confront him even if they do so peacefully, given his untrusting nature Role in Team:Prophet Personality:Brash and rebellious but with a strong sense of justice and fairness Special Relationships:Potentially anyone in the Bat family, given his desire to emulate them Gender Identity and Preference:Straight male Definitely 'Yes' Sexual Elements You Would Like to Include:Nothing special, if it happens, it happens Definitely 'No' Sexual Elements You Refuse to Play: Bathroom, blood, pain (Kent (Kennel)/SuperboyPlace of Origin:Cloned on Earth by Cadmus Race:Human/alien hybredPowersKryptonian Physiology:Under the effects of a "yellow" sun, Superbly possesses the same potential powers as an average Kryptonite. These include:* Solar Energy Absorption:Under optimal conditions, this is the main source of Superbly's superpowers as they are contingent upon exposure to solar radiation from a yellow sun star system. His biological make up includes a number of organs which lack analogues in humans and whose functions are unknown. It is believed that between one or more of these and his bio-cellular matrix, "yellow" solar energy is stored for later use. This allows for the use of these powers to fade when yellow solar radiation is not available instead of immediate failure.* Heat Vision:Superbly can, as a conscious act, fire beams of intense heat at a target by looking at it. He can vary the heat and area affected.* Super-Hearing:Superbly' hearing is sensitive enough to hear any sound at any volume or pitch. With skill and concentration, he can block out ambient sounds to focus on a specific source or frequency.* Enhanced VisionSuperboy's vision processes the entire electromagnetic spectrum as well as allowing vast control over selective perception and focus. This umbrella ability includes the following:** Electromagnetic Spectrum Vision:Superbly can see well into most of the electromagnetic spectrum. He can see and identify radio and television signals as well as all other broadcast or transmitted frequencies. Using this ability, he can avoid detection by radar or satellite monitoring methods. This also allows him to see the aura generated by living thing.** Telescopic Vision:This is the ability to see something at a great distance, without violating the laws of physics. Though limited, the exact extent of the ability is undetermined. In function, it is similar to the zoom lens on a camera.** X-Ray Vision:This is the ability to see through any volume of matter except lead. Superbly's can see things behind a solid, opaque object as if it were not there. He can focus this ability to "peel back" layers of an object, allowing hidden image or inner workings to be observed. The exact type of energy perceived - such as x-rays, cosmic rays, or some other energy invisible to normal humans - is unclear. This ability perceives an ambient energy source though, it does not involve the eye projecting a concentrated, possibly toxic, beam to be reflected from objects.** Microscopic Vision:This is the ability to see tiny objects and images down to the atomic level.** Infrared Vision:Superbly's can see with better acuity in darkness, and to a degree in total darkness.* Flight:Superbly is able to manipulate gravity particles to defy the forces of gravity and achieve flight. This ranges from hovering to moving in any posture, in any direction.* Invulnerability:Due to the interaction of his dense molecular structure and supercharged bioelectric aura, Superbly is nigh-invulnerable to extreme energy forces. In addition, his extends this protection against toxins and diseases.(Superhuman Stamina:Superbly is able to maintain continuous strenuous physical action for an indefinite period of time. This based on his body converting yellow solar radiation directly to energy, but is limited by physiological and psychological needs to eat, drink, and sleep.* Superhuman Strength:Superbly's strength is augmented by yellow solar radiation interacting with the greater than human density, resilience and biological efficiency of his musculature. His strength is more an act of conscious will on energy fields than actual physical strength. It is this act of conscious will that enables him to perform physical feats that are beyond the mere application force, such as moving a mountain top without said rock crumbling under its own mass.* Superhuman Speed:Superbly is able to move at incredible speed by sheer force of will. This extends to his perceptions and allows for feats such as catching bullets in mid-flight as well as covering vast distances in little or no time. This also confers:** Superhuman Agility** Superhuman Reflexes* Super-Breath: Superbly is able to create hurricane force winds by exhaling air from his lungs. He can chill the air as it leaves his lungs to freeze targets. He can also reverse the process to pull large volumes of air or vapor into his lungs. Tactile Telekinesis:At first, Superbly's only superpower was "tactile telekinesis", a telekinetic force field that surrounds his body as a protective shield and allows him to simulate Superman-level speed, strength, flight and invulnerability. The tactile TK field also lets Superbly break free of an opponent's grip by pushing the field outward to force the opponent away. Other creative uses include rendering an opponent immobile by extending the TK field as long as they are both standing on the same ground.* Telekinetic Superhuman Strength:His full strength is undetermined at this time. He, like Superman seems to be able to lift almost anything he can conceive of. To date, he has lifted the world's largest yacht using his telekinetic strength (a feat of at least 500 tons); he has even been shown to throw a football at Mach 5. Objects lifted with his telekinetic strength do not crumble under their own weight or internal stresses. As his willpower and concentration improve, so will his super strength increase. This does not truly count as super strength in the traditional sense, since Superbly has been bound with chains that were surrounded by an energy field, and he was unable to escape because he could not directly affect the chains with his power. It has been stated he is able to lift a battleship which can weigh from 58,000 tons and up.* Telekinetic Flight:Superbly is able to fly at high supersonic speeds using a reflexive action of his telekinesis, literally dragging himself through the sky. His concentration is required to maintain great speeds. However, as with his strength, his speed was also developing naturally, Superbly is capable of roughly reaching speeds of Mach 5 (1 mile per second) but the limit of his speed currently is unknown.* Telekinetic Force-Field: By creating a field around his body, he is able to resist or reduce injury from non-energy based attacks by causing the object to be deflected from his personal force field. Bullets and shrapnel are easily deflected. This field does not repel gases or energy based attacks as well, though his skill in deflecting energy attacks is improving.* Tactile Telekinetic Disassemble:By touching an object, Superbly may cause that object to literally fall to pieces. It can be assumed that he could conceivably put an object back together, if he understood how the object functioned in the first place. He can also manipulate aggregate solid masses such as volumes of sand or dust in the same way, causing the individual particles to fly apart in an explosive manner to create particle clouds or a forceful attack. Superbly's hands glow blue when he does this.* Telekinetic Force Blasts: Superbly also learned that he could project burst of raw psionic energy bolts from Knockout as well. He mostly projects the energy from his hands, but it is assumed that he could project them from anywhere since his Tactile TK field permeates from his entire body. The blasts he emits have concussive force equivalent to 5,000 pounds of TNT, but it is speculated that as he grows older this force amount could grow and change along with him.* Telekinetic Super Hearing: Superbly's TK allows him to hear sounds from far away shown when he was able to hear through glass when he was far away. WeaknessesKryptonian Physiology: Under the effects of a "yellow" sun, Superbly possesses the same potential weaknesses as an average Kryptonite. These include:* Vulnerability to Kryptonite* Vulnerability to Magic* Vulnerability to Red Sun Radiation: The damage from the Red Sun seems to be less effective on him than the full Kryptonite.* Yellow Sun Processing: Because Superbly absorbed less solar energy than Superman as an adult, Superbly is unable to process as much yellow sun energy as Superman can; as a result, overtaxing his powers could spell his death, as his body would literally begin to feed on itself, unable to absorb solar energy fast enough to restore itself. Backstory (Up to the end of season 2): After the death of Superman at the hands of Doomsday, Project Cadmus Executive Director Paul Westfield wanted to create a clone replacement of Superman that would follow the agendas of Project Cadmus as well as his own personal agenda. After failed attempts to acquire Superman's DNA (which included an attempt to steal his corpse), Westfield decided to genetically alter a human clone to look like Superman and made the clone to be the closest human equivalent to a Kryptonite as they could be based on their research. During their research when they had Superman's body, Westfield's scientists discovered a bioelectric aura surrounding Superman's body that provided some of Superman's powers such as invulnerability, flight through a form of self-telekinesis, protection from getting dirty and protection from skin-tight clothing to be damaged. The aura was translated into a telekinetic field for a human that would give the clone the ability to simulate Superman's powers such as flight, invulnerability, and strength. This was later known as "tactile telekinesis" by the scientists. After twelve failed attempts, the clone known as Experiment 13 was grown from a single cell to a teenage boy in less than a week and was a complete success. The clone was given implanted memories and underwent an artificial maturation process intended to match the age of the original Superman. This clone was released from his cloning tube too early, however, and emerged as a teenager. While at first calling himself "Superman", he would later be known as Superbly. Role in Team: Frontline, tank, scout, air specialist (flying)Personality:Some anger issues, defiant and does not like being told what to do or being dismissed. Slowly learning to trust Special Relationships:Superman as a mentor, Gender Identity and Preference:Heterosexual Definitely 'Yes' Sexual Elements You Would Like to Include:Sex in exotic places, Oral (giving/receiving), Anal (giving), Sensual massage, kissing, romance Definitely 'No' Sexual Elements You Refuse to Play:Rape, anything toilet, incest, more, gore, death (Christopher "Freddy" Freeman - Captain Marvel Jr. / CM3(Captain Marvel 3)Place of Origin:Fawcett City Race:Human Powers:By shouting SHAZAM!, Freddy is transformed into a Godly version of himself, empowered directly by the six Gods who empower Captain Marvel. Solomon's Wisdom - The wisdom of Solomon gives Freddy great knowledge as well as a photographic memory. Solomon is actually able to speak to Freddy during his times of need. The wisdom of Solomon also makes Freddy omnilingual and makes him a very skilled war tactician. Hercules' Strength - H is for the strength of Hercules, strongest of the gods. Freddy is empowered with Hercules' nearly limitless superhuman strength which is often compared to and rivals that of Superman. As such, CM3's strength is of the highest level and is sufficiently vast enough that it enables him to lift/move unbelievably massive and/or heavy objects. Atlas' Stamina - A is for the stamina of Atlas, Titan who bears the heavens on his shoulders. This means he doesn't need to sleep or eat as Captain Marvel and has virtually limitless superhuman endurance. Due to Atlas' stamina, Captain Marvel doesn't fatigue during or after any exertion; no matter how strenuous or how long in duration. This also makes him near-invulnerable. Zeus' Power - Z is for the power of Zeus, most powerful of the gods. This grants Captain Marvel magic resistance and the lightning that changes Freddy. He has used the lightning as a weapon before, when he dodges it - allowing it to strike an enemy. Captain Marvel has also stated that with this power also comes the "Wrath of Zeus." Finally, with practice he can actually wield magic. Achilles' Courage - A is for the courage of Achilles, the greatest hero of the Trojan War. This grants him an inner strength and confidence. He is also granted further invulnerability due to Achilles being invincible save his heel. Mercury's Speed - M is for the speed of Mercury, swiftest of the gods. This grants Marvel his god-like speed and his power to fly. This power is also responsible for his sorcery skills. Weaknesses:Magic - No matter how powerful you are, it's easiest to fight magic with magic. Magic users and magical beings of a high enough level can harm him directly with their attacks, or even interfere with his connection to the Gods and his powers. Human - Unlike Superbly or Wonder Girl, Freddy is a normal guy until he summons his powers. So if he's hurt or attacked while in his human form, it's as easy to hurt him as it is a normal person. Voice - Again, as he has to summon his power, all one has to do is keep him from talking, as he must say SHAZAM! Out loud and with the intent to transform. If his mouth is covered, or something similar, he won't transform. Backstory (Up to the end of season 2):Freddy was the star QB of Binder High School when he met Billy Batson. He was trying out for the team, but Freddy could see he just didn't have that killer instinct to put his natural talents to use. The two became fast friends though and Freddy helped him find his current job at WHIZ Radio. After that, Freddy remained unaware of Billy and then his sister Mary becoming the "Marvels" and protecting the world. One day while camping with his grandfather (fishing on the lake like they always did), Captain Marvel and Captain Nazi's fight wound up in the very same lake. And in trying to help Nazi out of the lake, he attacked Freddy and his grandfather. After defeating Captain Nazi, Marvel took both men to the hospital. Freddy's grandfather Jacob died from his injuries, while Freddy's leg was crippled and his spine severely damaged. Unable to see his friend in such a bad place, Billy took Freddy to see the wizard Shazam. It was then he healed Freddy's injuries, and gave him the ability to transform into Captain Marvel Jr. From then, he'd join Captain Marvel and Mary Marvel on team assignments, though for the most part he stayed behind in Fawcett City to watch over it while the other two went off and joined the Justice League. Currently:When the League started recruiting more meta-humans to join Young Justice, Freddy figured he could do for a change of scenery, as well as make a difference without stepping on Billy's toes. He didn't have much, and the League meant everything to him. Freddy was happy with this for now. After a glowing recommendation from Billy and Mary, as well as a combat demonstration that he passed with flying colors, CM3 was formally inducted into Young Justice. Role in Team:Powerhouse, Air Specialist, Tactician, Magic Support Personality:Freddy has his head planted solidly on his shoulders. His grandfather raised him, and always instilled in him the value of handwork, and the basic tenants of human kindness and decency. So despite being the typical jock, he differs in that he's not an asshole. He's worked for everything he's ever gotten so he knows what it means to have things because you earned them. This means he doesn't tend to take things for granted. He's a pretty nice guy, although he can be a bit of a hot-head; especially if you know how to push his buttons. As CM3, his personality is essentially the same. However, each of his choices and decisions are backed by Godly wisdom, and that tends to show. Special Relationships:Captain Marvel - Billy Batson is Freddy's best friend in the world, and the reason he even has powers. They're brothers in everything but blood, and Freddy would sacrifice himself in a heartbeat if it meant he helped Billy. Mary Marvel - Mary Batson is Freddy's younger sister, and Freddy's first real crush. The three of them are inseparable, and though he still has the hots for her, he knows how awkward things could get so he's kept it friendly. Gender Identity and Preference:Male/HeteroDefinitely 'Yes' Sexual Elements You Would Like to Include:Vanilla, Oral, Anal, Foreplay, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk Definitely 'No' Sexual Elements You Refuse to Play:Blood, Gore, More, Watersports, etc... (Korean'r / StarfirePlace of Origin:Extraterrestrial from planet TamaranRace:TamaranianPowers/Weapons/Equipment:Star fire can fly, shoot energy bolts from her hands and eyes, generate energy fields and is incredibly strong. She, like all Tamarins, can absorb language knowledge through intimate physical contact. Weaknesses:Star fire's powers are tied to her emotions. Her powers are based on her fury, joy, and self-confidence. If she becomes too sad or unsure of herself, her powers falter. If she loses control of her anger she may lose control of her powers. She is trusting and polite to a fault, and can be easily taken advantage of by unscrupulous manipulative types. Backstory (Up to the end of season 2):Star fire is princess by birth of her alien home, but her birthright was stolen by her sister Backfire who kidnapped and sold her to an alien warlord who was interested in experimenting on Tamarins. The experiments had the unexpected side effect of enhancing her powers and she used her newfound skill to escape. Fleeing without direction, she landed on earth. After minor misunderstanding/fight with some heroes she made friends and was allowed to stay with the justice league. A few years later Backfire found she was still alive, and the two ended up in a fight. Star fire defeated her sister, but abdicated the throne, preferring to stay on earth and avoid the stress of ruling. Since then, she has become very close with Night wing and moved into his place in Cuxhaven. Currently:Having resolved all of her issues off planet, Star fire had been looking forward to spending time on earth with her new friends. But as they were all busy dealing with serious problems she found herself alone most of the time, with very few of her friends wanting to go play earth tourist with her. She had helped out here and there, but mostly has found herself left waiting for a call to action as the other heroes deal with serious problems and don't have time for fun and games. Role in Team:Air support, heavy hitter, heart and soul. Personality:Kind, trusting, polite, naive in the way of humans, a very good friend, loyal, optimistic, and courageous. Special Relationships:Night wing, open to having other close friends! Gender Identity and Preference (Feel free to be fluid with this and not bound to what the show has depicted):Female, heterosexual. Definitely 'Yes' Sexual Elements You Would Like to Include:Playful, physical, fun sorts of stuff that lets Star fire show her partner how great it can be having a Tasmanian princess for a lover. Open to scenes that involve and unscrupulous partner taking advantage of her generous and giving nature. Definitely 'No' Sexual Elements You Refuse to Play:Anything NC, nothing violent or hate driven. (| Rachel Roth Place of Origin:AzarathRace:Azarathian-Demon HybridFaceclaim:Lydia Graham Powers/Weapons/Equipment:Soul-Self | Astral Projection:She was granted the ability to separate her soul from her body. With this ability, she projects a solid black energy form that takes the shape of a bird, called her soul-self. Her soul-self can travel long distances, become intangible, and is able to telepathically communicate. It can act as a shield as it can absorb a limited amount of energy and solid matter, regurgitating them before reintegrating with herself. Using her soul-self, she can convert her physical body into her soul-self and carry or teleport herself and others over a limited distance. Her soul-self can mentally subdue at least one person by enveloping them inside itself. She is also able to project her soul-self into the minds of others to communicate, facilitate calm or to force people into submission with a devastating mental attack. Empathy:The psionic ability to sense the emotions of others, allowing her to gain insight into their thoughts and intentions, and even experience their own feelings. This also enables her to sense the mental state of others. Not only that but, Raven can absorb the pain of others into her own body in order to induce rapid healing for them, and can heal herself by going into a trance of emotional calm. She can receive precognitive flashes of the future when exposed to extreme emotion. By using her empathy to guide her, she can track others with her soul-self. Telekinesis:Raven can merge a small part of her soul-self into objects in order to take control of them, with the object essentially becoming an extension of her soul-self. Whenever she takes control of something, it is covered in the same dark energy that composes her soul-self. Black Magic:Raven owns a wide arcane knowledge, possessing a vast library of mystic tomes, spell books and ancient scrolls. Because of this, she would be seen making potions, using mystical objects like charms and talismans, and, even at times, perform elaborate magical rituals. It also serves as a way to travel into other dimensions. Flight:She has the ability to fly and hover at one spot over a period of time. Hand-to-Hand Combat:Raven, as much as she used her powers very frequently, is quite adapted with combat using her fists and legs if she had to. She can defend herself in any situation, even if she didn't have her powers in any particular situation. Weaknesses:Emotions:Because of her abilities and her demonic heritage, Raven was taught from young on how to control her emotions. Because of this, she always has to keep her emotions in check to ensure that she could keep control of her powers. Dependence:She needs to say her incantation in order to use her abilities. If one was to restrain her and force her too unable to say the incantation, she could be deemed useless. Nevertheless, she could use her abilities out of sheer will, but it is a rare occasion. Backstory:Raven was born and raised in the pacifistic reality called Nazareth by the Carpathian monks, after her mother ran away from home and joined a cult, where she was raped by Triton. In Nazareth, Raven was taught to control her emotions in order to suppress and control her inherited demonic powers by Agar, the founder and leader of Nazareth. Eventually she learned about her father and also, that Triton was planning to come to her dimension and vowed to stop him. Currently:She arrived at the most unexpected of times and even brought dreary news to the Young Justice. Despite knowing, she needs the help of the young superheroes to stop Triton, she is mostly keeping to herself and keeping a distance between herself and them. Role in Team:Empath, Air Support, Magician, Mysterious Messenger Personality:Seemingly Emotionless | Quiet | Intelligent | Sarcastic | Blunt | Introvert | Secretive | Studious | Cynical Special Relationships:None Gender Identity and Preference: Pansexual camp; Offs:Click Here (== Character Bio ==(Personal Information ==Legal Name:Megan Morse, (human name) M'gain M'orzzAlias:Miss Martian Age:53 in human years, but a young adult according to martian standards Sexuality:Pansexual with a leaning heavily towards humanoid males.== Physical Description == Being a martian shape-shifter means physical appearance is nothing to her. The body is simply clothing for the mind, but that's not to say she doesn't have a preferred shape and body type. Usually standing at about five feet five inches in height, M'gain has short red hair, amber eyes, and freckles on her face regardless if she's trying to pass herself off as human or not. Her breasts are a moderate D sized, her body is slender, but she's had enough combat training to have attained some muscle for her body.== Persona == M'gain is a compassionate, caring individual when she's not on a mission. She can be friendly, if a bit socially awkward at times since she hadn't been on Earth long when she snuck onboard her uncle's ship several years ago. That said, her lapses in social norms are few and far between, and that's not mentioning her attitude when she's on a mission. That's when her white martian traits tend to come to the front. She's confident, cool, calm, and often in complete control of her emotions, almost to the point of appearing cold and ruthless to her enemies, willing to resort to extreme measures to accomplish the mission with little remorse later. She cares about her teammates, but with the recent death of the entire League and her uncle, she has distanced herself slightly from those around her. Only when she's emotionally shaken does her control of her powers suffer.== Key Skills == Shapeshifting - Like all martians, white or green, M'gain can change her shape, skin color, body shape, and anything else she desires with a mere thought. Cells are elongated or shrunk down, gills can be created to allow underwater breathing, extra arms can be created, basically the only thing she's limited by is her imagination and body mass which can only be stretched so far. That said, her power of shapeshifting is substantial. Telekinetic power - Like all martians, M'gain is able to lift, crush, and otherwise manipulate objects many times her size with ease. And because she's far more powerful than her uncle, she can keep the telekinesis coming a lot longer than most of her kind. Her time with the teams of heroes on Earth, her power has only grown more refined and precise. Telepathic ability - All martians are able to talk without saying a word. It's the preferred method of communication among their race, and so secrets are rarely kept from each other. That said, M'gain has spent enough time on Earth to understand the need for true privacy, but she's powerful enough she can forcibly extract information from her enemies, leaving them in a vegetative state that might not end without outside help. Some could argue that death would be preferable to being left in a coma, but that doesn't stop her from doing what she must to ensure a mission is completed, and her friends return home safely. This also doubles as a means to keep her friends psychically linked with each other, and also provides automatic translation regardless of the native language of those around her. Martian camo - Like her shapeshifting, M'gain can become almost completely invisible to the naked eye. While she can't mask her heat signature, making heat vision and its electronic variants effective against her, she can slip about enemy territory with relative ease. Notably perceptive people can also see through her camouflage, but by and large, most people can easily be fooled by this technique. Density shifting - Able to walk through walls, or fly right through an opponent, M'gain has an unfair advantage with this skill alone that allows her to phase through virtually any solid mass. Sticking her hand into someone's chest to crush their heart or to help restart one is just the tip of the iceberg of what she could do with this power.== Advantages == Superhuman strength - While she's not anywhere near the Man of Steel's level of strength, M'gain is no pushover. She's strong enough to dent and destroy metal with her bare hands unassisted in any way. Superhuman stamina - Martians are naturally stronger than their human counterparts, and white martians are especially resilient due to their warrior like tendencies that thousands of years of oppression by the green martian majority hasn't completely changed that fact. Flight - Psychically assisted as it might be, M'gain can fly with some level of speed that can easily keep her on par with her less speedy companions.== Disadvantages == Physiological weakness to fire - Whether it's a natural response or a psychic imprint forced on every white martian by the majority green martian population thousands of years ago isn't clear, but the fact remains that M'gain can't stand intense heat. Fire is a sure way to bring her down. Does not like her true shape and form - While she's come to terms with her white martian ancestry for the most part, M'gain does not make it a habit of walking around as she was born. Forcing her to reveal her true form will likely garner an extreme emotional response from her, ranging from deep-seated shame to explosive, blinding rage. Camouflaged doesn't mean invisible - Heat vision or electronic means of the same can pierce through the illusion, and notably perceptive individuals can also see the slight distortion in the air martian camo creates. Emotions effect powers - If she's been emotionally shaken up, or she loses her focus for any reason, her ability to fight also suffers. Greatest strength is the greatest weakness - Other, more experienced or powerful psychics can be a danger to M'gain if she's not prepared for them. Simon, a natural rival of hers, has gotten the drop on her many times in the past. As he once said to her, an open mind is a dangerous thing, especially if it's linked to other people. A psychic attack through a telepathic link can cause a ripple effect, hitting everyone equally regardless of distance from the source of the attack. Astral Plane vulnerability - When battling another psychic, it's common for them to fight on the Astral Plane, where they can literally shape reality around them as the need arises. Dragging up painful memories, creating illusions, psychic blasts, the works, but the physical body is left vulnerable during the fight. A death in the physical world destroys the astral projection since the body can't survive without the mind and vice versa. Simply disrupting such a fight can also have far-reaching repercussions. Ruthless - When provoked to rage, or she deems a situation requires an extreme solution, M'gain has a tendency to take things too far and utterly destroys her enemy's mind, leaving them in a vegetative state. Some would find such behavior too dark for their liking, but if it keeps her teammates alive, she feels little remorse for her actions more times than not. Family - Her uncle Maritain Man hunter as well as members of the Team and Superbly could all be used against her. They are her greatest weakness given her love for them means she would do anything for them. Maybe even kill if she had no other option.== Background == Born on Mars to a white martian father and a green martian mother, M'gain M'orzo had a very lonely childhood growing up since she was born a white martian. As the minority among the population, and because of their war like pasts thousands of years ago, white martians are commonly oppressed by the green martian majority. She had few friends outside her family, and her only solace was often found in the transmissions her uncle J'on sent back to Mars from his new home on Earth. It was he that inspired her to become a hero, to become a force for good, and to seek a way to take control of her life, away from Mars. So one day, having decided she had had enough, M'gain left her world behind. Several years ago, M'gain snuck aboard her uncle's ship and found her way among the young sidekicks of the Justice League. She found many friends and allies among them, and despite a few minor hiccups along the way, largely due to her social awkwardness in trying to adapt to a new planet and its societal norms, she quickly grew into a confident, capable young woman, at least by martian standards since human biologically speaking, she was in her early fifties. That minor detail aside, and the fact her telepathy was seen as a major breach of privacy outside a mission or among those that trusted her outside the hero alter ego she had crafted for herself, M'gain had found a new home on Earth. She joined the *Team* along with Robin, Aquila, Kid Flash, Artemis and Superbly. She fell in love with Superbly and the two started to date, but when Megan invaded his mind and wiped his memories Connor ended their romance. Miss Martian stayed with the team and started to date Lagoon Boy, but she eventually ended their romance when it becomes obvious she was still very much in love with Superbly. She found a brother in Garfield Logan - It doesn't take long for a brother sister relationship to form between these two gifted shape-shifters, even if their powers are drastically different from each other. But Garfield did get his abilities from her. Megan based much of her Earth persona off a sitcom character and even got her catchphrase *Hello Megan* from the show. Since season 2Megan has been deeply effected by the Death of Wally and has withdrawn from most missions in the field. She has being spending time with her Uncle John a great deal as well as comforting Artemis through this troubling time as she deals with her graph. Megan and Superbly have become closer again but not rekindled their romance even though both have declared they still love each other.= Face Claim:Rachel Nichols Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(Gentle lovemaking, sensuality, men, anal, oral (receiving and giving), curious about new things, women. Sex underwater with Lagoon Boy when they were together and sex mid-flight when she was with Superbly. Offs: Roughness, being tied down/used against her will, watersports, scat, euro, mutilation, death, blood play, dirty talk, incest, baby talk, diaper play, etc. (Ovid Hawkins | Static Place of Origin:Dakota City Race:Meta-Human (Reach Empowered)Powers/Weapons/Equipment:Electromagnetism - Static's meta-gene allows him to completely manipulate all the facets of the electromagnetic spectrum. He can shoot bolts of electricity, absorb it from other sources, magnetize people and objects. He can even fly by magnetizing a piece of metal against Earth's natural polarity. Under the tutelage of Black Lightning, Static has rapidly gain advanced control over his powers. With concentration, he can create phenomena like ball lightning, actual shapes of solid electricity and even more. The sheer amount of electromagnetic energy coursing through his body creates a natural "static" field when it comes to mental manipulation, making telepathy and other such attacks far less effective. He even has a healing factor due to the electricity overclocking his bodies functions and metabolism. Static Saucer - Static’s main (really only) form of transportation is in the form of a metal disk that while being incredibly light and thin, is stronger than reinforced steel. By running a charge through the entirety of the disk, he can magnetically adhere himself to it and cause it to soar through the air. He can “fly” at several hundred miles per hour and is incredibly skilled moving around. Aside from that, Static has integrated a plethora of “features” into the disk. The main being that the disk itself is actually comprised of six metal plates that can be magnetically connected into a variety of shapes; several of the plates can even be used as projectiles while Static uses the others to fly. Shock Staff - Comprised as the same super light and strong material as his flight disk, Static has created a retractable/telescopic Beau staff that like the real thing is 5.9 feet in length when it is at its normal size. When retracted it’s about the size of a standard test tube, and it can extend to a maximum of 12 feet. Since it’s made of metal, Static can run a current through it during combat to make it more effective. He can electrocute someone with a strike, achieve similar results to his “Taser Punch”, or even use the staff like a laser rifle and shoot blasts of energy from the other end. HUD Mask - The mask Static wears is more than just to conceal his identity and show off his insanely good fashion sense. Woven into the inside of the mask is Heads-Up Display that is viewed through thin, yet tough and damage resistant plastic-polymer lenses; they can be polarized to shield his eyes from the brightness of his abilities as well. This HUD shows Static useful information on his environment and similar things; it can even be viewed through the holographic projector on his disk for others. Weaknesses:The most obvious weakness Static has is of course water. Rain doesn't bother him (maybe he'll get a cold if he's out too long); large bodies of water however will short him out faster than squirting a tube TV with a water gun (he's never done that...swear). Aside from the main one though, one of Static's biggest weaknesses is that he has a finite amount of energy at any given time, and this gets drained at differing rates depending on what he's doing. Even if he goes into a fight fully charged, his energy may be sapped within minutes depending on the severity of the brawl and what techniques he has to use. As his energy is essentially tied into the amount of bioelectrical energy he has, when it drops past a certain point, he suddenly feels fatigue as if he's been fighting or exercising all day. If he runs out of energy and has nothing to charge himself with, he's just a normal guy and fully vulnerable to all manner of harmful things. He is also mostly useless against insulators like rubber, and aside from generating enough heat to set them ablaze, can do nothing against them with his powers. He can also be drained by an outside source and reduced to normal if he's not prepared to fight against it. Since he generates electromagnetic fields like Earth and the Sun; his powers are tied into those same fields. For example, if there happens to be a particularly powerful sunspot, his powers could amplify one-hundred fold, or diminish to near nothing. There's no way to guess just how he'll react to situations like that. Backstory (Up to the end of season 2):In February, Virgil was at the train station, waiting for his sister when he became one of the many victims to be abducted by the Light. He was held in stasis with another "batch" of abductees in Queen Bee's fortress until they were transferred to the Manta Sub, and from there taken to a mobile Reach Base in the Western Pacific. There he and the others were experimented on for just under a week. Fortunately, the group he was with was saved by The Team, but not before Black beetle and Shimmer (Virgil has held resentment for her since she betrayed them) made things difficult. After they were rescued, they were taken to STAR Labs in Tao's, New Mexico for debriefing. That was when his powers first began to manifest. For more than a month, Virgil, The Long shadow, Ed Dorado Jr, and Asama Koizumi were kept at the Tao's facility while the STAR scientists tried to discover the extent of their abilities. Long hours of tests, longer hours of training, and all the while being treated like kids. They finally got fed up and Virgil led an escape from the facility. Blue Beetle tracked them down and convinced them to come back, where they had to fight the rogue Red Volcano. After that fight, they escaped again, only to be found by Lex Luthor. He offered them a deal; a safe house, resources and protection in exchange for them striking back against The Reach. They did for a short while, until he told them he had a way to really hurt the alien "peace bringers". A Father Box was delivered that took them to War world so they could rescue Team members that had been captured. When they arrived, they were already surrounded, but they prevailed and found their friends. Unfortunately Black Beetle was already there, and they would have been defeated if not for the original Speedy/Red Arrow, now going by Arsenal showing up and helping them out by releasing Mongol. While he and Black Beetle fought, they escaped. Night wing told them they had a place on the Team, but Virgil and the others declined when he dismissed Arsenal's actions, despite him being the only reason they made it out okay. The Runaways extended an offer to Arsenal and he joined them. Then they took a boom tube back to the safe house. There they discovered that Author was the one who'd captured Arsenal and used them as a distraction so he could steal the Crystal Key for War world and bring it under control of The Light. In June, Virgil was contacted to help 39 other heroes disable the Magnetic Field Disruptors placed by the Reach to destroy Earth when they were exposed to the Council. Virgil was Delta Squad along with Black Lightning who would later become his mentor. They succeeded along with everyone else in saving the world, and after that Virgil was offered a spot on the team. He accepted, and now going by Static, his first mission was to follow up on Batgirl's lead about Vandal Savage with Gamma Squad. Currently:After learning all they could about Savage's plans, Gamma Squad (Blue Beetle, Lagoon Boy, Robin, Static, Wonder Girl) returned home and things went back to about as normal as possible for The Team. Virgil has in the past six months been working for S.T.A.R. Labs, as he has an impressive genius level intellect. Of course this hasn't impacted his work in Young Justice, and he is just as dedicated to the team now as when he was first inducted. One day he plans to join the League. Role in Team:Tactics, Air Specialist, Problem Solver, Elemental Personality:Virgil is a driven individual, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make sure something is seen through to the end. He’s no stranger to hard work and hard living, as most of his life can be defined as just that; he tries not to let it weigh him down too much though. Another direct result of his hard life is his outlook on it; he’s seen the world for what it is, and knows what to expect. If something seems like a lost cause though; that doesn't mean he’ll treat it like that. You don’t become a hero by letting the cards fall where they may and giving up. True he may look like a guy from the projects, because that's what he is; however his mannerisms hide an impressive intelligence and surprisingly sharp wit. Special Relationships:The Long shadow - Virgil and The became good friends during their time as experiments for the Reach, and then further as the Runaways. Even though The didn't stay on the team, he and Viral still hang out. Asami Koizumi - Virgil learned Japanese just so he and Asama could talk. The two of them are good friends, and he's happy she and The found each other. Blue Beetle - The told him plenty of stories about Jaime, so when they met Virgil took an instant liking to him. He's one of his best friends on the team. Arsenal - Despite his prickly personality, Virgil had Arsenal's back when he needed it, and vice versa. That's a bond forged in fire that can't be easily broken...even if the guy is a dick sometimes. Eduardo Dorado Jr. - He and Ed are pretty cool. He wished he and the others had stayed on the team, but he's not holding any grudges. Gender Identity and Preference Heterosexual Male Definitely 'Yes' Sexual Elements You Would Like to Include:Dirty talk, Foreplay, role-play, public sex, unconventional sex (Zero G, underwater, etc...), Oral, Anal, Multiple Partners, Vanilla, Dirty Talk, Rough Sex Definitely 'No' Sexual Elements You Refuse to Play:Blood, Gore, More, Scat, Watersports, etc... ("Dick" Grayson/NightwingPlace of Origin:Earth, Gotham City Race:Human Powers/Weapons/Equipment:Night wing doesn't have any powers, but he does have extensive training in practically every martial art, more academics than most scholars, and detective skills gleaned from Batman. He also has access to a staggering assortment of gadgets thanks to his mentor though he often relies on his scrim sticks. That doesn't even get into his hacking talents. Honestly, if someone could learn it, even the basics, Dick probably has learned it. His supposed superpower, however, is the ability to amicably break up with any woman he has ever been with, much to his friend Wally's chagrin. Weaknesses:Night wing has a tendency to be secretive in a manner similar to his mentor. Secret missions that need doing are often coordinated without the whole team's knowledge or consent. In addition to that Night wing is, in the end, just a man. He can't take more than a hit or two from the heavy hitters without going down. Backstory (Up to the end of season 2):Night wing went from being under Aqua lad to leading the teams as their effective handler and coordinator. He saw very little time in the field as he was often too busy trying to find the patterns of The Light or mold the rest of the teams into the best heroes they could possibly be. Every mission he tried to keep on top of, and it took a bit of a toll on him by the end. The Reach got defeated but seemingly at the cost of Wally West's life. Giving command back to Aqua lad after his return from a deep cover mission he left the team with a smile. He'd come back. He just needed time. Currently:After leaving the team for a time Night wing needed to hone himself and get back into field work shape. He kept in touch with everyone, though he paid a bit more attention to Artemis since she was the other person most devastated by Kid Flash's loss. He needed to be out there doing the good himself more than he had when he was coordinating. So he moved into Cuxhaven and took up the mantle of its guardian. For a few months he protected the streets from the most basic thugs up to the few super villains that came his way. More than a few partner missions with Batman as well letting him really get back onto the razor's edge of his skill. But, in the end, he returned to the team about a month ago. Taking up a leadership position, of a squad this time rather than the whole thing, he was more than happy to be on the frontline again. Role in Team:Leader, Stealth Scout, Tactical Oversight Personality:Grayson was always a bit of a joker though he had had to tone it down quite a bit as the overall leader. The time spent under his own power in Cuxhaven brought it back. Night wing wasn't the serious leader he once was but instead was the charismatic man he always truly had been using wit and levity when needed but with just the right amount of serious. He's never been one to shy away from talking to members of the team whenever they need help, and he's consistently one of the kindest members of the team willing to do anything and everything to help out his friends. Special Relationships:-Batman: The man who Dick considers his father and his mentor. While Night wing no longer has the desire to become the Bat that he once did he still holds him in high esteem. Should anything go terribly wrong Bruce is the first person he would call to help solve the problem. There is no one on the planet that he trusts more to save peoples lives than Batman. And in return Batman has come to see Grayson as an equal rather than a student.-Savanna: They flirted, dated, broke up, and still flirt now and again. Dick still has a bit of a thing for her even if he knows it probably won't work out. Doesn't mean they can't have some fun anyway right?-Artemis: As members of the original team they were close, but they grew even closer as they both mourned the apparent death of Wally West. They never dated and never really viewed each other that way, but Dick is just a phone call away whenever she needs him.-Wally West: Dick's best friend and formerly dead friend. When Wally came back he smacked him for vanishing like that then it was like nothing had ever happened.-Batgirl: The spark is there, and they love teasing each other, but they still haven't progressed beyond it yet. Maybe things will go somewhere maybe not. Dick isn't going to force it, and he's happy where things are for the moment.-Tim Drake/Robin: Being Robin before this Robin was Robin Dick took the young man under his wing and was more than impressed with what he could do. He tried making him into a leader, and he was suited to the task on top of his natural talents elsewhere. He was shaping up to be a better detective than Dick had been and for that he would continue to be a mentor and friend to the young Robin. Gender Identity and Preference: Night wing is man who seems to be capable of charm just about any woman he meets. (Male who has an eye for ladies alone.) Definitely 'Yes' Sexual Elements You Would Like to Include:Grayson is extremely receptive to his partner's wants (part of the secret to how he has so many former lovers still on good terms with him is this) so he does whatever he can to please them. Romantic and tender or rough and hard. He's done most of it, and he's just as comfortable. To be honest though Grayson does actually like being a bit rough. Being calm, cool, and collected all the time makes him want to cut loose a little when he can. Definitely 'No' Sexual Elements You Refuse to Play:Grayson won't ever hurt someone beyond what they actually desire. (As well as my own general no-nos of no Bathroom Play, light blood from scratches at most, no major pain, and not putting anything in my guy's backside.)

Young Justice_ Eve of Destruction (Character Profiles Index)|rating:3.0

[NSFW] - Acolytes of Symara OOC

Please post your character profiles here. Basic game rules are listed below. SynopsisIn the vast, magic-filled realm of Tel maria, the minor lust goddess Samara is looking to expand her influence amid thawing diplomatic and economic relations between the various nations of humanity, as well as with some of the non-human polities. To this end, her semi-religious body of followers, Saharan Communion, has launched an extensive recruitment campaign, especially among impressionable and hormone-charged teenagers and young adults. You are all students at Albion Academy of Mage craft, the third-largest magic university in the Kingdom of Valencia. You have all been marked for invitation into the local chapter of the Saharan Communion, both for your budding magic skills and your active (and possibly repressed) sexual desires. Should you choose to accept, they will offer to share their bodies and indulge your wildest fantasies. In exchange, you will be asked to perform tasks for the benefit of the Communion. The more services you perform, the more personal favor you will gain with the Communion, and it's higher ranked members, all the way up to Samara herself. Often this means winning their intimate company and services, among other rewards. Although the Communion is benign, their attempts to expand are stirring up opposition from certain elements within the underworld of Albion, some of it decidedly violent. If you decide to become acolytes of the Communion, you may find yourself caught up in the conflict. And you'll still have to deal with the challenges of student life at the Academy. Clearly being a member of a sex cult isn't always as fun or easy as it's cracked up to be.(GM Note: The overall atmosphere of the game is meant to be anime-like, with a relatively balanced mix of comedy and seriousness. Think along the lines of Magi: Labyrinth of Magic.) Setting Info Character Profile Template Basic Game Mechanics The realm of Tel maria is a vast world with five continents and many different biomes and climates. It is absolutely teeming with life, including many sapient species. Humans are the most common among them, and can be found just about everywhere. Other sapient species with human characteristics include dryads, merfolk, dragon kin, tie flings, vampires, and shape-shifters. Non-humanoid sapient species include dragons, spirit creatures, and various mythical beasts. Tel maria is often visited by creatures from other planes of reality, especially those of the resident deities. Demonic incursions are common, though there hasn't been a full-blown demon invasion for over three hundred years. Magic The Kingdom of Valencia Albion and the Academy The Saharan Communion The entire world is inextricably entwined with a reality-warping energy known as either, which makes magic possible. Nearly all sapient individuals have the potential to use magic, though some have more natural talent than others, and several human nations actively suppress the learning and use of magic by commoners. Above all, magic requires belief and willpower. A spell will not work unless the caster believes they can, will it into being. Heightened emotions can amplify the effects of magic, with some results favored over others depending on the caster's state of mind. Spells generally work better with spoken words, symbols, and objects to shape and focus their effects, though they are not strictly necessary. Some practitioners cast spells through body movements, often using martial arts as a guide. Particularly advanced mages can even cast spells through thought and will alone, though this is a rare skill. In the last couple centuries, the scientific method has played an increasingly important role in the field of magic, allowing mages to discern general principles and patterns of behavior amid the inherent variability of magic methods and effects. Of particular importance is the invention of automated spell systems, as well as the integration of magic with physical machinery. The Kingdom of Valencia is a constitutional monarchy located on the east coast of the Northwestern Continent. It is not the largest nor most militarily powerful of the human nations, but thanks to the spread of the printing press, state-funded research, and a flourishing culture of academia, Valencia has become one of the most magically developed nations in the world. Magic has spread beyond the domain of dedicated wizards and into the daily life of the country, improving agriculture, medicine, communication, travel, and other fields, effectively creating a whole new economic sector. Even the common citizen usually knows one or two handy spells and can afford the occasional potion, something that would have been unimaginable just a couple centuries ago. Technologically, Valencia is roughly in the Renaissance Era, with several fantastic advancements thanks to the marriage of magic and the scientific method. The kingdom is currently ruled by Queen Theresa I, who holds ultimate executive power. Legislative power is held by Parliament, which is divided into upper and lower houses, the Senate, representing the aristocracy, and the House of Commons, representing the common citizenry. Matters of legal interpretation and review fall under the jurisdiction of the High Court of Justice. Albion is the capital of the southwest province, a bustling lakeside city with a population of 120,000. The lake is connected to one of Valencia's major rivers leading out to the coast, making Albion a major national trade hub. It is also home to the prestigious Albion Academy of Mage craft, the third-largest magic university in the country. In addition to multi-year, full-time education programs, the Academy also hosts individual training courses for specific types of magic, useful for commoner families who can't afford multi-year enrollment, or those only looking to develop specific abilities. The Saharan Communion is a semi-religious association led by the minor lust goddess Samara. Their core beliefs are that sex should be enjoyed freely and without shame, and that love and intimacy need not be confined between just two people. They also believe that even the most extreme and immoral fantasies and desires can be fulfilled in a safe and ethical manner with the proper application of magic. They generally keep their sexual activities hidden from the public to avoid social and legal backlash, though they have plenty of practice at quietly spreading information to potential recruits and visitors. The Communion runs shops selling health and cosmetic goods and services, both as a source of income and as a cover for their sexual activities. Name: Species: Age: Gender: Height: Weight: Picture/Physical Description: Backstory: Starting Character Points: 150 (Aptitude scores capped at Rank 10) Aptitude/Difficulty Ranks 0 (Unskilled) 1 – 4 (Novice) 5 – 8 (Student) 9 – 12 (Specialist) 13 – 16 (Expert) 17 – 20 (Master) Athletic Aptitudes Acrobatics Climbing Reflexes Running Strength Swimming Personal Aptitudes Attractiveness Charisma Deception Diplomacy Intimidation Perception Presentation Willpower Magic Aptitudes Ether Pool Ether Replenishment Alchemy Evocation Enchantment Magic Sense Ritual Magic Skill Aptitudes Academic Knowledge (Choose Specialties) Art (Choose Specialties) Investigation Language (Choose Specialties) Melee Weapons (Choose Specialties) Practical Knowledge (Choose Specialties) Ranged Weapons (Choose Specialties) Riding Sailing Sleight of Hand Stealth Unarmed Combat (Choose Specialties) Hit Points (Lethal and Non-Lethal) Highest Athletic Attribute + 10 Ether Points Ether Pool x 5 Ether Replenishment = Points of AP regained per hour (doubled while sleeping or meditating) Routine Resolution Aptitude Rank Lt;=VS=Sgt; Difficulty Rank Dynamic Resolution Aptitude Rank + 1d6 – 1d6 Lt;=VS=Sgt; Difficulty Rank Opposed Dynamic Resolution Aptitude Rank + 1d6 – 1d6 Lt;=VS=Sgt; Aptitude Rank + 1d6 – 1d6 Melee Parry Resolution Attack (Melee Weapons) + 1d6 - 1d6 Lt;=VS=Sgt; Parry (Reflexes) + Shield Bonus (optional) + 1d6 - 1d6 Melee Dodge Resolution Attack (Melee Weapons) + 1d6 - 1d6 Lt;=VS=Sgt; Dodge (Reflexes) + 1d6 - 1d6 Surprise Melee Attack Resolution Attack (Melee Weapons) + 1d6 - 1d6 Lt;=VS=Sgt; 1d6 - 1d6 Ranged Parry Resolution Attack (Ranged Weapon) + 1d6 - 1d6 Lt;=VS=Sgt; Parry (Reflexes) + Shield Bonus (required) + 1d6 - 1d6 Ranged Dodge Resolution Attack (Ranged Weapon) + 1d6 - 1d6 Lt;=VS=Sgt; Dodge (Reflexes) + 1d6 - 1d6 Surprise Ranged Attack Resolution Attack (Ranged Weapons) + 1d6 - 1d6 Lt;=VS=Sgt; 1d6 - 1d6 Damage Resolution Weapon Damage Rating + Attack Success Margin - Target Armor Rating Name: Neither Dunbar Species: Human Age: 20Gender: Female Height: 167cmWeight: 52kgPicture/Physical Description:Backstory:An orphan as of some years back, Neither continued following her parents’ wishes, as well as her own, and enrolled into Albion Magic Academy. While wealth left to her was not inconsiderable, just relying on it to get her through the education without earning at least a paltry income in the meanwhile seemed… Boring, to the girl. And so Neither suddenly found herself working part-time at the masseuse salon, where her beauty and gentle hands made the aforementioned income not at all paltry very quickly, as certain nobles saw fit to ask for “that one cute girl” specifically. Learned lessons about human, and other, bodies were a nice bonus.... A fame was not one, unfortunately, as one day Neither’s fellow classmen learned of her place of work. While most didn’t think ill of the somewhat group shy, but nice and pretty girl who rarely refused to help, evil tongues were quick on slander. And so while her social life did not really suffer, Neither’s any possible “private life” fell into that hole where people were either too spineless to approach a “girl REALLY out of their league”, too blind to see beyond the rumors of a “girl whose massage is but a first of her services...”, or too bold to survive approaching her unscathed. The last several people to try and feel her up took quite a while to regain feeling in their bodies’ halves. And so, when the (admittedly, somewhat frustrated) girl was invited to represent a minor goddess devoted to passion and pleasure, she actually gave that one some thought. On one hand, that would be proving the idiots right…“Bah. If I am to have a first time, it might as well be a ritual or something. No harm in seeing what they are all about, at least… Right?“Athletic Aptitudes24Acrobatics 5Climbing 2 Reflexes 10Running 4Strength 2Swimming 1Personal Aptitudes44Attractiveness 10Charisma 9Deception 6Diplomacy 6Intimidation 0Perception 7Presentation 0Willpower 6Magic Aptitudes45Aether Pool 7Aether Replenishment 7Alchemy 9Evocation 9Enchantment 9Magic Sense 4Ritual Magic 0Skill Aptitudes37Art (Music) 10Investigation 0Academic Knowledge (Supernatural Bestiary - Spirits and What to Do With Them) 3Language (The Languages Nobles Speak) 3Melee Weapons (Choose Specialties) 0Practical Knowledge (Acupuncturist/Masseuse) 9Ranged Weapons (Choose Specialties) 0 Riding 0 Sailing 0Sleight of Hand 4Stealth 4Unarmed Combat (Pressure Points) 4 Caesar De Fantalier, Illegitimate son of the Marquis De Fantailler. HumanAge: 19gender: Male Height: 5'11"Weight: 173 lbsCaisar's birth was somewhat problematic. The Marquis was already well known for his many extra marital affairs, and groundbreaking research in contraceptive magic. Unfortunately, after one too many glasses of wine the Marquis ended up knocking the daughter of a rather influential duke. If he had denied paternity Bad Things would have occurred. As a result Caesar was raised in the luxurious and somewhat tense household of the Marquis. Seeing as his chances of inheriting were slim to none (the Marquis having 4 legitimate sons and 8 daughters), Caesar ended up spending his time breeding and riding horses, this being one of the few "socially acceptable" pastimes in high society. Recently Caesar has been bundled off to further his magical education. The Marquis maintains this has nothing to do with the rumors that Caesar likes his horses a little too much. Caesar thinks he's full of shit, and is slightly miffed about the whole process. Now he has to restart his breeding program, and ensure that no one shares his secret again. Athletic Aptitudes (0 – 20)Acrobatics: 3Climbing: 3 Reflexes: 8Running: 7Strength: 5Swimming: 2Personal Aptitudes (0 – 20)Attractiveness: 7Charisma: 6Deception: 3Diplomacy: 6Intimidation: 2Perception: 6Presentation: 3Willpower: 9Magic Aptitudes (0 – 20)Ether Pool: 8Aether Replenishment: 6Alchemy: 5Evocation: 3Enchantment :7Magic Sense: 4Ritual Magic: 6Skill Aptitudes (0 – 20)Art:0Investigation:Academic Knowledge (Animal Husbandry):8Academic Knowledge (Anatomy) :5Melee Weapons (Whip) :8Practical Knowledge (Horse breeding) :8Ranged Weapons: 0Riding: 10Sailing:0Sleight of Hand:0Stealth: 3Unarmed Combat: 0Hit Points: 18Aether points: 40 Will make a sheet as soon as my muse is cooperative... Character Profile"Now this sounds interesting... What? Impossible? Oh, ye of little faith, know that there is not a single thing I can't make! Even if I have to blow up half the damn town to make it!" Name: Radio PerunSpecies: Human Age: 16Gender: Female Height: 160 cm Weight: 60 kg Picture/Physical Description: A moderately attractive girl, Radio has blonde hair, usually cut fairly short to avoid getting tangled into whatever she's currently working on. Despite her weight, she's actually quite lean and doesn't have much in the way of bust size. In fact, most of that weight is muscle - a side effect of her occupation. As a result, she has a fairly athletic body. Her eyes are deep blue, the color of the ocean. As for her clothing, she rarely dresses up, quite often seen in sturdy work clothes befitting a blacksmith more than a mage. Whenever not dabbling in her favorite past-time, she typically wears a black shirt with a white vest and skirt, along with black underwear and stockings, as well as simple but tasteful black boots. Dislikes makeup, has an appreciation for jewelry but is rather picky about her pieces. Which is why she has so little of it. Backstory: Radio was the daughter of no noble. Her father, however, was a wealthy man, as expected of someone who lead a blacksmithing guild. As someone who climbed to the top and earned his money and position through hard work, he believed that his child should learn to appreciate the relative luxury she lived in by learning how much work was needed to gain it. The fact that Radio was a girl didn't matter to him much - he considered the talks of "weaker sex" to be rubbish. He was also smart and caring enough to foster an appreciation and liking for the smiting job in the child before throwing harder tasks upon her. As a result, the young girl ended up enjoying the work in her father's forge, even displaying remarkable talent. As she grew close to adulthood, however, another talent surfaced within her - a talent for magic. Recognizing both the potential danger and potential for greatness, Radio's father talked her into enrolling into the Albion academy, where she was entranced by the ways she could make her creations superior to anything she had ever done before. However, her slightly... Unorthodox mannerisms and approach to the topics of crafting magic items wasn't exactly appreciated by everyone. Not that she cared, preferring to throw herself into work. Still, even when spending many a day and night on her beloved craft, she was a growing woman. She had heard rumors and stories, and although she ignored it at first her repressed sexuality slowly but surely began to eat her, especially after she figured out what sort of interesting games she could play with a few chains and cuffs... Also, she picked up cooking as a hobby. Which is good. And alchemy. Which is not so bad. As well as slight "mad scientist" tendencies. Which is Bad. Athletic Aptitudes Acrobatics 5Climbing 3 Reflexes 8Running 7Strength 8Swimming 5Personal Aptitudes Attractiveness 6Charisma 7Deception 0Diplomacy 4Intimidation 0Perception 7Presentation 7Willpower 6Magic AptitudesAether Pool 8Aether Replenishment 6Alchemy 7Evocation 7Enchantment 8Magic Sense 7Ritual Magic 6Skill Aptitudes Academic Knowledge (Metallurgy) 7Art (none) 0Investigation 0Language (Noble Dialects) 2Melee Weapons (Hammer) 5Practical Knowledge (Metalsmith) 8Practical Knowledge (Cooking) 6Ranged Weapons (none) 0Riding 0Sailing 0Sleight of Hand 0Stealth 0Unarmed Combat (none) 0Hit Points (Lethal and Non-Lethal)18Aether Points40Aether Replenishment = 6 Character Profile Name: Sven Scarlett Species: DragonkinAge: 18Gender: Male Height: 1.87mWeight: 81kgPicture/Physical Description: Spoiler: Big pic Human form True Form Backstory: Born in a family whose blood flows with the formidable might of the very dragons themselves, Sven was both respected and feared by his peers for his formidable physical prowess. When he became 16 years of age, he went to the Academy of Mage craft in Albion, with the blessings of his parents, to pursue the path of a battle mage and to start anew in a new environment. Of course, the fact that there would be new opponents for him to fight made the deal sweeter for him, as his diatonic blood had made him yearn for a good fight, though he still felt something was missing whenever he ended a training session, or a spar. Which the Communion had noticed his ever-growing frustration, and invited him to join them to relax in another more intimate way. Curious, he agreed.150Athletic Aptitudes: 40 Acrobatics - 6Climbing - 5 Reflexes - 9Running - 6Strength - 9Swimming - 5Personal Aptitudes: 35Attractiveness - 8Charisma - 5Deception - 0Diplomacy - 0Intimidation - 6Perception - 6Presentation - 0Willpower - 10Magic Aptitudes: 32Aether Pool - 8Aether Replenishment - 8Alchemy - 0Evocation - 0Enchantment - 10Magic Sense - 6Ritual Magic - 0Skill Aptitudes: 43Academic Knowledge (Dragon kin Lore): 5Art (Choose Specialties) - 0Investigation - 5Language (Diatonic) - 5Language (Even) - 5Melee Weapons (Sword) - 8Practical Knowledge (Dueling) - 5Ranged Weapons (Choose Specialties)Riding - 2Sailing - 0Sleight of Hand - 0Stealth - 0Unarmed Combat (Brawling) - 8Hit Points (Lethal and Non-Lethal)19Aether Points40 AP, 8 AR Hmm, should have specified the species details beforehand. That was my bad. I had intended the Dragon kin to be humanoid dragons rather than shape-shifters, but maybe they can have regular human forms too. I'll look into it when I get back home. Character Profile Name: Michael Moore Species:Human (but dreams of changing that)Age: 19Gender: Male Height: 183,2 cm Weight: 78,8 kg Picture/Physical Description: life was moving towards paths he hadn't expected. Born into a family which had just reached middle class status through glassmaking, it was hoped that he would follow in their footsteps. As years went by however, it became evident that his talents laid elsewhere, for no repetition or advice would change the quality of glass he produced. In other words, all glass he made came out too dirty and asymmetrical to be useful. Feeling that some of his younger siblings could take his place, his father decided to seek out an alternative for his son to focus on. After few tests and experimentation, it was noticed that Moore's skills laid in the oratory and towards convincing others of his viewpoints (something which was hilariously pointed out by a passerby after the son publicly started to debate with his father on a public street about trying a pest exterminators job). The nearest temple-district had been looking for new acolytes for some time. Knowing this, his family encouraged Moore to find his. Unsure which of the deities truly "spoke for his soul", Moore tentatively joined few of the preaching sessions to listen in. Yet after listening to many preaching monks and nuns, he started to notice certain trends." Sins of the flesh". Truly, what a curious idea. One day, he decided to ask a question. While one of the most vocal priests was on attendance." How is something we are born to do so sinful?" The resulting angered yelling was soon answered full blast by now disgruntled young man, sparking an argument that would be remembered in their small town for generations. While the rumor about the happenings would change shape as the word spread, all could agree on some key points: The young man had unacceptable ideas about what is allowed and not the priests had actually lost some points of the ensuing back-and-forth speeches bananas and cakes were thrown, followed by a small scale riot Long story short, Michael Moore had become Persona non grata in his own hometown and had to make a silent retreat to other pastures. Apprenticing under an independent teacher, his studying brought him enough know-how to be knowledgeable enough to make his life-hood on the arts. One day, Moore found one of his masters old tomes about old myths and legends that no one believes ever existed. There, he came upon old manuscripts and notes about bodily transformations and a dream of some old magister of long ago: the ability to shape-shift at will. Yet, it was apparent in the tone of the texts that the one that had written the notes never reached what he sought - the ability to make a successful transformation. Shaking his head about opportunities lost, Moore was about to close the book as a pink piece of paper slipped between the pages. Intrigued, he took the paper in his hand and instantly balked: the paper was thrumming with power, so similar to the priests and their miracles back in the day. Yet when he read the text written on it, his growing panic turned into confusion." You will find what you seek via faith. Meet your new brothers and sisters in Albion Academy of Mage craft." Thus, weeks later and after an entry exam he passed, Michael Moore walked through the open gates of the Academy, rubbing the pink slip in his pouch as he felt the pleasant warmth grow... Athletic Aptitudes Acrobatics 2Climbing 1Reflexes 6Running 2Strength 2Swimming 1Personal Aptitudes Attractiveness 9Charisma 7Deception 7Diplomacy 7Intimidation 1Perception 7Presentation 5Willpower 5Magic AptitudesAether Pool 7Aether Replenishment 6Alchemy 9Evocation 9Enchantment 0Magic Sense 3Ritual Magic 3Skill Aptitudes Art (Dancing) 6Practical knowledge (Preaching) 9Investigation 6Academic knowledge (Local politics - region 4, common supernatural bestiary 4) 8Language (Dr agonic 3, even 3, noble dialects 2) 8Melee Weapons (One-handed sword) 3Ranged Weapons (pistols) 2Riding 4Sailing 0Sleight of Hand 2Stealth 3Unarmed Combat (nothing) 0Hit Points (Lethal and Non-Lethal)Highest Athletic Attribute + 10 = 16Aether PointsAether Pool x 5 = 35Aether Replenishment = 6 For the sake of convenience, is it alright if all of your characters are friends who meet on a regular basis? BobTheNinja said: ↑ For the sake of convenience, is it alright if all of your characters are friends who meet on a regular basis? Click to expand... Works for me. Does my backstory work for you? Somebodynobody10 said: ↑ Works for me. Does my backstory work for you? Click to expand... Yeah, that looks good. I'll be expanding details on races and languages tomorrow, as well as building the opening scenes of the RP. I realize there are still a lot of gaps in the setting lore right now, but I'd prefer to fill those gaps in as we go rather than holding up the game while trying to finish world building. Furthermore, I'm really digging the even gender ratio I'm seeing so far. Furthermore, I don't expect it to last. And yeah, being familiar with each other from the get-go simplifies things and cuts out the need to introduce ourselves. Character Profile Athletic Aptitudes Personal Aptitudes Magic Aptitudes Skill Aptitudes Name: Segre Hamming drew ('Serious SEG', 'Sex-golem SEG') Hit Points: 18/18 Ether Pool: 10/10 (Refresh 2) Species: Human (often accused to be some kind of flesh golem) Age: 28 Gender: Male Height: 5'8" Weight: 116 lbs. Picture/Physical Description: Backstory: AcrobaticsIClimbingIIReflexesIIII IIIIRunningIIIIStrengthIIII IISwimmingII Total: 25 AttractivenessIIIICharismaXDeceptionXDiplomacyXIntimidationXPerceptionIIII IPresentationIIIIWillpowerIIII ITII Total: 25 Ether PoolIIAether ReplenishmentIIAlchemyIIII IIIEvocationXEnchantmentIIII III Magic Sensei Ritual Magician ITII Total: 35 Intellectual Utility Combat Academic Knowledge Art (Doll-making)ITII II- ArcanotechIIII II Art (Sketching)III- EngineeringIIII II Language (Dwarves)III- HerbologyIIILanguage (Even)II- MineralogyIIIInvestigationX Total: 35 Practical Knowledge - ChemistryIIII I- BlacksmithingIIII I- ArtificingIIII IIIRidingXSailingXSleight of HandXStealthX Total: 20 Melee Weapons (Pick-Hammer)II Ranged Weapons (Crossbow)ITII III Unarmed Combat (-)X Total: 10 Total: Name: Ion AlfraySpecies: Human Age: 19Gender: Female Height: 164 cm Weight: 51kg Picture/Physical Description:(With neater hair.) Backstory: Ion was born to a tavern maid and a musician who frequented the place, and so as she grew up, she learned a lot of things about life from a more simple point of view. Well, view so to speak, considering that she's completely and entirely blind. She grew up with a fine appreciation for music and friendliness, but always found herself a bit shy and withdrawn, having trouble interacting with others. Her parents have always been very protective of her, and have looked into ways to help her cope with her inability to see, but haven't found much... well, up until recently, when she started slowly being able to navigate around things a bit better, describing to her parents that she was starting to be able to feel when someone was coming near her, not hear, or feel vibrations, but more... feel an electric presence associated with them in the air. They asked a local Mage about it, and both he and they were surprised to find that she had a totally untrained ability to sense the magic in people and objects around her that slowly developed due to her lack of sight to compensate for it. Soon enough, she was sent to the Albion Academy with a full scholarship with the Mage's recommendation, in the hopes of furthering her magical talent to be able to function like anyone else. In recent years, it's gone well, as she can bob and weave through crowds just like anyone else, but her pale irises, unmoving eyes, and lack of perception of color still give her away if you look for the signs. Regardless, she's happy with how things have gone, if a bit lonely with very few people to connect with, which is why when she found out about the Communion through a letter they made just for her to read via textures (like this universe's braille), she was instantly curious and decided to check it out. Athletic Aptitudes -29 Acrobatics: 3Climbing: 3 Reflexes: 5Running: 3Strength: 5Swimming: 10Personal Aptitudes -41Attractiveness: 10Charisma: 7Deception: 0Diplomacy: 10Intimidation: 0Perception: 3Presentation: 5Willpower: 6Magic Aptitudes -62Aether Pool: 10Aether Replenishment: 10Alchemy: 0Evocation: 7Enchantment: 10Magic Sense: 15 (With GM permission)Ritual Magic: 10Skill Aptitudes -18Academic Knowledge (Math): 4Art (Music, Harp): 10Investigation: 0Language (Choose Specialties): 0Melee Weapons): 0Practical Knowledge (Navigation): 4Ranged Weapons (Choose Specialties): 0Riding: 0Sailing: 0Sleight of Hand: 0Stealth: 0Unarmed Combat (Choose Specialties): 0Hit Points (Lethal and Non-Lethal): 20 Ether Points: 50 Ether Replenishment = 10____________I'm making a different character from the one I posted earlier, I'm posting this for now so I can edit in the proper details on break, since my phone doesn't like the post button. I sense someone with ships in backstory. Cross_grave said: ↑ I sense someone with ships in backstory. Click to expand... Nope, not at all. Navigation is because she's blind, and needs to determine where she is by the sun and distance walked (or at least she did before her magic bloomed) which is why she has the normally above the rules Magic Sense. Swimming is just because she enjoys it, and it's hard to run into something swimming usually. Anyway guys, sorry I didn't wrap up the sheet like I planned to yesterday, I gave birth to my daughter, was kind of busy with that! Lot. Though seriously, congratulations. Little surprised you're around here already after that. Best wishes to you and your daughter. Cross_grave said: ↑ Lot. Though seriously, congratulations. Little surprised you're around here already after that. Best wishes to you and your daughter. Click to expand... I just always wanted to play a blind character, the concept seems interesting to me. Going by all other senses, which are a bit heightened. She is however, going to have a more mild type of Daredevil vision via Magic Sense. And yeah, it helps that I'm hopped up on pain meds, and newborns sleep a lot when they're not hungry. Felix said: ↑ Anyway guys, sorry I didn't wrap up the sheet like I planned to yesterday, I gave birth to my daughter, was kind of busy with that! Click to expand... Well, you certainly break the statistics of there being only males around these forums Somebodynobody10 said: ↑ Well, you certainly break the statistics of there being only males around these forums Click to expand... I get that sort of thing a lot, online gaming shucks sometimes because of it. Blahblahblah sandwich, blahblahblah kitchen, girls are bad at games. It gets old, up until I snipe them in the head mid-sentence. Then it suddenly gets entertaining. Yup. Crush their balls and drink their tears, I say. There, finally got around to finishing off my Bio. It's short, but I like to build on backstory overtime, this is enough to work with for the story. Okay, I've finally started the IC thread. We'll begin with a basic practice session as a kind of initial establishing character moment for each of you, and then we'll take things from there. I know it's a pretty bare-bones start, but I'll try to liven things up as we go. *furious typing* He-he. What do you think of my PC, guys and girls? Still better at speaking to big crowds than you... Although probably in a "Bavarian Fire Drill" sense. Curious where his development will take him, though. Cross_grave said: ↑ Still better at speaking to big crowds than you... Click to expand... What? What is this comment about? Presentation 5 vs Presentation 7Altough with your Diplomacy and Deception scores, you can get away with shit in smaller scenarios I can't even hope to achieve. I'll get my post up after I've slept. BobTheNinja, I made a slight change in my character sheet. And I'll get my post up after finishing some Exalted stuff. So... any change the paper slip resembles the one my character has? Somebodynobody10 said: ↑ So... any change the paper slip resembles the one my character has? Click to expand... Not so much, but the mention of divine beings may be enough to draw a connection to the previous letter. Also, I'd like to know what sorts of action you guys would like to get out of this RP. Obviously there will be sex, some quests and combat, and some criminal and political intrigue, but I'm basically making stuff up as I go along. So if you guys would like to see anything specific included, feel free to toss up some ideas. BobTheNinja said: ↑ Not so much, but the mention of divine beings may be enough to draw a connection to the previous letter. Also, I'd like to know what sorts of action you guys would like to get out of this RP. Obviously there will be sex, some quests and combat, and some criminal and political intrigue, but I'm basically making stuff up as I go along. So if you guys would like to see anything specific included, feel free to toss up some ideas. Click to expand... Monster hunting? Some kind of tournament for fighters etc.? Kinglugia said: ↑ Monster hunting? Some kind of tournament for fighters etc.? Click to expand... I like the fighter tournament idea. Monster hunting... I'll need to think about how to fit that one in. I'd like it to involve something other than random attacks by wild monsters. Honestly, I want my character to have chances to build/make crazy shit whenever the mood for some mad science/sins/depravities against nature strikes her. A.k.a., crafting. Maybe even as a business. Is this still open? Indeed, it is! I have no max player limit at present, so feel free to post a character application. Also, sorry for the wait, fell behind a bit. I'll try to finish the next post tonight. Name: Robert (Bobby) Barth Species:Mankind Age:40Gender:Male Height:6'2Weight:280Picture/Physical Description:Backstory: Robert could have been king. Robert could have fucked his way into an early grave. But Robert never got the chances. When he stood above the body of Rhea gar, Robert was whisked away. Now it has been more than 20 years since he has been in these strange lands. And ever since then he has been traveling and fucking. Robert even joins a new religion while here. Robert now worships Samara. Hell recently Robert found himself in a university for magic, which he found himself to kinda bad at. But fucking young woman was ok with Robert. And now Robert find himself being invited to represent the goddess in the local chapter of the Saharan Communion. Which he is more than willing to accept. Hell maybe he will fuck a goddess Athletic Aptitudes 29 Acrobatics 4Climbing 0 Reflexes 8Running 2Strength 10Swimming 5Personal Aptitudes 50Attractiveness 10Charisma 9Deception 2Diplomacy 2Intimidation 9Perception 5Presentation 6Willpower 7Magic Aptitudes 27Aether Pool 4Aether Replenishment 4Alchemy 4Evocation 5Enchantment 6Magic Sense 4Skill Aptitudes 38Academic Knowledge (sexual magic) 8Art (sexual) 8Investigation none Language (Westeros) 2Melee Weapons (Warhammer) 8Practical Knowledge (management) 2Ranged Weapons (none) 0Riding 8Sailing 0Sleight of Hand 0Stealth 0Unarmed Combat (Wrestling) 8Going for something not cliché maguado87I believe the age range is generally high school to college, actually. Felix said: ↑ maguado87 I believe the age range is generally high school to college, actually. Click to expand... Can't anyone of any age go to college? maguado87 said: ↑ Can't anyone of any age go to college? Click to expand... True I suppose. I'll let Bob decide of course, I was just mentioning it to you. Felix said: ↑ True I suppose. I'll let Bob decide of course, I was just mentioning it to you. Click to expand... I wanted to subvert the common character. Instead of pretty boy/girl, you get Bobby B in magical college setting. The clash would be amazing. Did the OP let me in btw? maguado87 said: ↑ I wanted to subvert the common character. Instead of pretty boy/girl, you get Bobby B in magical college setting. The clash would be amazing. Did the OP let me in btw? Click to expand... I think your character could work, though he may fit more as a member of the non-teaching school staff rather than a student himself, just a suggestion. Also, some more details about his personality and life in Valencia would be great. If this is actually Robert Marathon, landing in Valencia where his royal status is meaningless couldn't have been an easy transition. One other thing, would you like your character to be already part of the Communion, or a soon-to-be invited candidate like everyone else? BobTheNinja said: ↑ I think your character could work, though he may fit more as a member of the non-teaching school staff rather than a student himself, just a suggestion. Also, some more details about his personality and life in Valencia would be great. If this is actually Robert Marathon, landing in Valencia where his royal status is meaningless couldn't have been an easy transition. One other thing, would you like your character to be already part of the Communion, or a soon-to-be invited candidate like everyone else? Click to expand... Soon-to-invited candidate please? And can you give some time to brainstorm Bobby history? maguado87 said: ↑ Soon-to-invited candidate please? And can you give some time to brainstorm Bobby history? Click to expand... No problem! I'll be sure to check back regularly and work out an opening post with you once your backstory is up. I'm going to be moving out soon IRL, and I'm starting to get busy with preparations. It may be another week before I get enough time to hammer out the next post. Just letting you guys know. I've just settled into my new place, will try to get my next post up in the morning. Nice to have you back, Bob. Holy crap, I got so busy and sidetracked lately I forgot to make the next post. Sorry everyone, will try to update tomorrow evening. Is this dead? Latest post is now up. If you guys want, I'll make the effort to update often. I admit that I get distracted too easily, and I'm honestly kind of frustrated with myself that I came up with this RP and have had trouble keeping it updated regularly. Aside from that, now that we're actually getting into the beginning phase of the Communion bits, is there a particular direction you guys would like this RP to take? Or do you think the pacing needs adjustment? If you have any suggestions, feel free to post them. BobTheNinja said: ↑ Latest post is now up. If you guys want, I'll make the effort to update often. I admit that I get distracted too easily, and I'm honestly kind of frustrated with myself that I came up with this RP and have had trouble keeping it updated regularly. Aside from that, now that we're actually getting into the beginning phase of the Communion bits, is there a particular direction you guys would like this RP to take? Or do you think the pacing needs adjustment? If you have any suggestions, feel free to post them. Click to expand... Adventure and Dungeon Crawling. Well, I want some opportunity for crafting, both hunting (or looting) for the materials necessary and putting the artifacts together. Adventure is fine too, but I'd also like to explore the more mundane aspects of the Communion's operations. I love finding and making magical items myself. Really, I am comfortable with any of those stated above, but I hope the adventuring across the land doesn't go as far as railroad us into leaving the academy for a Very Long Time. I'm sorry guys, but I'm seriously thinking about pulling the plug on this RP. I just haven't been able to maintain enough interest in it and keep failing to update on time. The original idea was good, but I think I over-reached on the execution, and to me the plot is actually interfering with the fun sex stuff that I had envisioned to begin with. I keep getting distracted from other stuff in my life as well. If you have any alternative suggestions, I'd be happy to hear them. BobTheNinja said: ↑ I'm sorry guys, but I'm seriously thinking about pulling the plug on this RP. I just haven't been able to maintain enough interest in it and keep failing to update on time. The original idea was good, but I think I over-reached on the execution, and to me the plot is actually interfering with the fun sex stuff that I had envisioned to begin with. I keep getting distracted from other stuff in my life as well. If you have any alternative suggestions, I'd be happy to hear them. Click to expand... Well, maybe cut down a bit on the plot stuff in your head, trim it down? I mean, we're only in the first room, you're free to edit what you have planned, Bob, make it simpler. I think we just all want to have fun. Furthermore, I could deal with you going for something simpler than originally planned if you need to, no problem. Furthermore, I can see that some people don't seem to write consistently, but I'd really like to see this continued even if you have to make a few cuts. It's better to reduce the scale than grow too ambitious. Felix said: ↑ Well, maybe cut down a bit on the plot stuff in your head, trim it down? I mean, we're only in the first room, you're free to edit what you have planned, Bob, make it simpler. I think we just all want to have fun. Click to expand... cross_grave said: ↑ I could deal with you going for something simpler than originally planned if you need to, no problem. I can see that some people don't seem to write consistently, but I'd really like to see this continued even if you have to make a few cuts. It's better to reduce the scale than grow too ambitious. Click to expand... Okay, I'll see what I can do about cutting back plot-wise and focusing on the fun parts. Thanks for weighing in guys.

[NSFW] - Acolytes of Symara OOC|rating:3.0

Home From War (Dr. Curiosity&Sweet Angel Jocelyn)

Susanna Little field was an oddity for most of the people of culture in Louisiana. While she was beautiful, a wild flower in a batch of cultivated roses, she had a stigma about her. It was all from her mother who was a pure Caddy Indian. She had instantly won over the most eligible bachelor in the county, a prominent attorney, and they'd married quickly, Susanna being born a mere six months later. Everyone knew the truth there. Much like her mother, Susanna had dark olive skin and jet black hair, the color of midnight. Her eyes were the color of her father's mother's eyes, a unique color of blue that was really purple if they looked close enough. She stood a slight five feet two inches, with a soft, tight, curvy body. Now, Susanna was nothing if not loyal to her friends and family. She had the type of personality that would bring comfort to just about anyone. She made friends quickly and kept them forever. Her best friend was also the love of her life. She hoped to marry him. While the rest of the county chose to speak ill of her Indian heritage, he wouldn't even dream about it. But that was all before the war. Before she'd been broken by the news of her best friend and loving fiancé's death. Before she was forced to marry a man that had been terribly wounded in the war and developed all kinds of problems with his anger. She longed for the time that she was Susanna Little field instead of Susanna Landry. Was there any warmth like the soft caress of a woman's embrace? If so, Anthony knew it not. The only warmth he now knew was the bitter, cruel heat of the flame that sat in the pit before him as he poked the kindling solemnly with a branch. The warmth of something he hadn't felt in years, and unless fate smiled upon him, would never feel again. Susanna's soft body pressed against his own, all but a fading memory he tried so hard to cling to. The last embrace known to him was that of a fallen comrade holding on to life with a vice grip, only to have their hands go limp against his stained gray coat. The whinnying of his horse brought Anthony to attention, making him remember where he was. He was no longer in the war, no, he was going home. The forest terrain of Mississippi closed around on him from the west, while a gentle stream flowed from the east, heading south. That's where Corporal Anthony Richardson was headed. South, to Louisiana. South to his family, where he belonged. Tomorrow. He would be there tomorrow. He had made that promise to himself. Attempting to lay down against his small rucksack, Anthony found himself unable to get comfortable. It was a usual feeling, but this was different. An item was pressing into the side of his head, and as Anthony searched the bag for it's source, he found it, a glimmer of hope passing over his eyes. A thick white envelope was held between the fingers of Anthony's callused hands. Inside was a letter meant for the love of his life. One of the many he had never gotten the chance to send. One of the many she was never able to read. Susanna Little field. He opened the note, and read contents that of which he had already memorized. My Dearest Love, We lost another today. He wasn't yet seventeen, with not even one winter on his belt. There was no valor, no honor, not a single sense of purpose. He was taken by his body, too weak to carry on. His name was Jeremy. Jeremy Liston. He was lost in the night, nobody would have foreseen it, he acted as though fit as the rest of us. There was no attempt to give him a proper burial. No attempt at a prayer that he might pass on. He was dragged against a tree, and we were ordered to press on without breakfast, moving far from the place before we finally rested. All has been silent today. Not a man has spoken to his comrade in hope of enlightenment. It has become increasingly hard Susanna, to the point where the only hope I harbor is to one day hold you in my arms. Divine providence wakes me up in the morning, and the thought of you pushes me through the day. I write this letter in hope that it may one day reach you, but it is in vain. It is our sixth seek without sight of the horseman courier. But I do intend to one day see you again, and wed you properly as a gentleman should. And if the battle shall take me, or the bitter cold rest my body forever, I intend to take your hand in heaven, with the Lord himself to marry us. Desperately Hoping, Anthony It had been years since Anthony had written that letter. He had read it dozens of times since the day he wrote that, and remembered the seconds that past as he did. The general had let them finally rest, and while the others shared what minuscule rations they had left, Anthony poured his heart through pen and parchment, praying that the carrier would come to take their letters. He never came though, and the men were informed that he had been killed riding cross-country, and the delivery had been canceled for preservation of men. Only days after, his battalion had been captured, enslaved by the Union. Anthony spent the next several years wasting away in a small cell, waiting for death to take him in his sleep. He received no such luxury, as the fort was raided by a tribe of Natives, who still harbored hatred towards the Americans. The prisoners cells were opened, but they received no help. Though the Natives pitied the prisoners, they did not have enough to help them. Most of them died within the next few days, the chill of Virginia's winter taking them in their sleep. Not Anthony, he left the moment he got. His resolve was strong in his heart, being the only thing that kept his feet moving. Resolve however, did not nourish the body, and Anthony soon almost succumbed to hunger. He was found by a humble farmer just outside the plantation, half dead. The kind man and his wife nursed the Corporal back to health, and after hearing his cause for heading south, couldn't help but aid him in his mission. They relinquished a fine horse, and rations of food to him. That did not stop the following harsh weeks of travel though. Being beaten by the elements, lacking food in need to keep a strong horse, without protection, Anthony Richardson was weak. Divine Providence was now his best friend, as it had led him this far, and on his final stretch he dared not falter. The next morning Anthony awoke to a dying fire, and an unsettled horse. So, to his body's agonizing protest, he pressed on, urging his horse to make the final length of their journey. It was hours long, and Anthony didn't make it until the evening, the pink and orange hues of the sun illuminating the fields in those colors. It was a beautiful sight, but Anthony cared not for the beauty of the world, only of one woman. He would see her soon. Night had fallen by the time the corporal crept upon his estate. The moment he did, memories crept upon him like a bandit in the night. So many memories in these fields, on this beautiful property. Richardson property. Something that would one day be his. The lavish sign stood proud as ever, and Anthony couldn't help but run his hands across its wooden frame as he passed. Approaching the house, he dismounted the horse, and led it to the stable, where he was met by the stunned eyes of servants who were closing the stables for the night. He looked at them indifferently, nodding to one to come get his horse. Anthony wouldn't have much to say to any of the black folk on his farm for a while. He had just fought a war for them, and almost forfeit his life in the process. Instead, he returned to the beautiful mansion's front, ascending its steps wearily. The door would not be locked, as there was no reason. Inside his family was having dinner, which he could hear clearly. Discussion of who was indeed the strongest of Anthony's young siblings. Taking a deep breath, former Corporal Anthony Richardson entered the house, taking several steps until he was in the dining room. His presence was greeted by a high-pitched scream of shock, and then utter silence. The dead son of the Richardson family had returned from the grave. Susanna had kept many of the letters she'd received from Anthony but the most important to her was the one she'd written on her wedding day. She should have been marrying him, not Paul Landry. And it weighed heavily on her mind. The day that should have been the happiest day of her life had turned into something like a second funeral to her. She had been forced to grieve anew, without the benefit of the black gowns that had become her costume for nearly a year. But in the end, what was a seventeen-year-old to do? Deny her father's wishes and remain a spinster forever? It had not been acceptable that the only child of such a man not marry. The belle was sitting in front of her mirror as her servant tied the stays of her corset, re-reading the letter that had spilled all of her emotions to Anthony. It broke her already deflated heart even thinking of all she'd lost through the war. Her final goodbye to her now long-lost lover would be kept close to her heart so that she never forget what it was like being with him and suddenly losing him, twice.' My Dearest Anthony, I still cannot grasp that this will be the last letter I ever write to you. It is a letter a year in coming, but still I do not know what to write. I want so desperately to tell you of my love. To tell you that soon I will see you and will be welcoming you home with wide arms so that we may be married finally. Instead, I am writing on my wedding day to another man that I do not love. There is a whole missing in my world. A place that you belong with no exceptions. My long dead heart screams to be re-awoken by your kiss, but that I know will never happen. I wish every night that we could have been married before the war, and that I would have your child at least, if I could not have you. What is supposed to happen to me without you? Well, let me tell you. I am marrying Paul Landry, a man of my father's choosing who can further his faded image. The man was one of the first sent out to war, and he is twenty years my senior. He was shot and listed as unable to continue with the fighting. So, he has come back to the county looking for a bride. I suppose that he was simply waiting for bad luck to befall. I was barely able to fight my father on this marriage, as you are no longer around to take me as your bride. Furthermore, I would rather be in mourning of you for the rest of my days. Furthermore, I cannot say goodbye to you, my love, my Anthony. Mother recommended this letter to do just that, but I cannot find the right words, or the right feeling to truly tell you farewell. My heart died when word came of your death. If I could deliver this letter to your body, I may feel less empty of the loss, but I've been told we may never have your body to bury. It is nearly as upsetting as the thought of marrying somebody else. So, the day I trade my black gowns for the white of a bride, I must also find someway to clear a part of my heart for the man who will be my husband. For my father, I will try. But for you, I fear I will never succeed. Take care of my heart, my love. Forever in mourning, Susanna.' Nothing her husband could have done would have made Susanna as happy as having Anthony would have. They both knew that she wasn't wholly into the marriage, but it was no worry of either of them. Paul had his mistress, and Susanna had her memories. Theirs had become a marriage of image. And it was the way it would always be. Susanna, the once wild young Native girl was the perfect lady and wife, giving Paul the person at his side that he needed. However, next on the couple's plate was the hardest for Susanna to accept. They would have to start a family have an heir for the Landry name and fortune." Mrs Landry." A voice came from the doorway. Susanna turned to see Paul's head servant looking at her. The man was a black and so Susanna wasn't concerned about modesty. She had known the man since she'd been married, and he'd shown no inclination of violence or carrying about her being nearly nude around him. "Master Landry wanted me to remind you that you will be leaving in close to an hour for the festivities." Susanna nodded and waved him away, stuffing the letter into the box she'd always kept it in. That night the entire Richardson estate was wide awake, slave and family alike. The return of the eldest of Mr. Richardson's offspring had returned alive, on his own two feet. All the slaves were immediately awoken, and sent to fetch everything in need for Anthony. Mrs. Richardson had to be restrained by her husband, as to not touch their very weak and tired son. Anthony was slightly relieved, as contact might have sent him tumbling backward. The attendance of slaves helped him greatly, carrying him to the restroom to be treated properly. The whole Richardson family followed in shock. Once his uniform was removed, The lady of the house demanded that they be thrown away, to her son's protest. He demanded that they be cleaned and put in his room. His father was in agreement. As hard as the years had been for Anthony, he did not want to try and dismiss them. Quite the contrary. Those hard times made him the man he was now, and he did not simply want cruel memories. The slaves obeyed, and two departed, attending to his command immediately. So Anthony could only sit back and be pampered to. It was another hour before he was done. He had been thoroughly washed, much to his discomfort, and then dressed in the softest linen night clothing his mother could find. Afterward, his body was rubbed in a scented oil, and his hair was brushed and tied in a small leather band. He hadn't noticed just how long it had grown, as for so long at had been just a matted mess against his skull. But now, shampooed and brushed, he saw that it reached just passed his shoulders free flowing. Amazing. He had chopped it down to size several times while away, and thought it to be considerably shorter. Once all the proceedings were done, Anthony immediately retired to his room, where he asked not to be bothered until he left it. He accepted no questions from anybody in the house about what had happened. Instead, he retired to his bed, eyelids heavy with years of unsettled sleep. It was not long before he fell into a deep sleep. It was not until midday the following that Anthony awoke, still groggy from his near hibernation. He felt like he might have hibernated had the noises of the outside world not pulled him from slumber. So, with still wear limbs, he climbed out of bed, into the hallway. Outside his room sat his mother, who seemed to be knitting a blanket of some sort. The second she saw her son, she sprang to her feet and embraced him in a tight hug, muffled sobs emanating from Anthony's chest as she buried herself in it. Had it been the night previous, the young man might have crumpled under the force of the hug, and fell to the floor. This day he felt slightly rejuvenated however, and though he was tired, he could stand the hug. Several minutes later his mother released him, and the proceeded downstairs, where the family was having lunch, apparently. Anthony took his seat next to the head of the table. A seat that seemed like it had vacant for some time. When he looked around, the man was greeted by the warm, excited smiled of his family. Then, they all had something to blurt out at him. They had to pause and take turns, Anthony listening to each one intently. It was his father who spoke last. Now, Mr. Richardson was a loving man, despite his occasional cold attitude. He simply knew he had to raise men, woman, leaders regardless of the gender. He and Anthony spoke of the future of the family, how Anthony would soon run their trading business when his father retired. Anthony was very interested in this. But, what he was really interested was, was the whereabouts of Susanna." Have you seen Susanna lately father?" He asked, cutting him off in the middle of speaking about the price of cotton by the pound. His father grew silent, and exchanged a series of glances, and some of the more privileged slaves in the house." What? Does she not come by anymore?" Anthony looked around, seeing nothing but averted eyes as the family trained dark green eyes came their way. "Is she ill? Dead? Somebody speak!" He stood up, worried and outraged. They spoke nothing of the love of his life, and he couldn't stand it." Anthony, I think it would be best you forget about Mrs... Miss Little field." Mr. Richardson almost slipped by calling Susanna Mrs. Landry. Anthony wasn't having it though. Bounding up the stairs he returned to his room for a change of clothes. He found a loos fitting white tunic, and black trousers. Throwing on his worn brown war boots, Anthony went straight out the window and to the stables. Awaiting him in the stables was his horse that had been given to him. It greeted him with a satisfied whinny. It felt nice to be pampered off the long journey it had just endured. So, it wasn't loath to leave with Anthony, knowing it would be coming back to such a nice place, considerably nicer than its previous home. The stallion bounded down the long worn path, leaving Richardson estate in a hurry towards Little field manor. Some half an hour later Anthony was approaching the house, horse trotting at a steady pace. Everything here was the same, so young Mr. R prayed Susanna would still be the same. Anthony was greeted at the door by Mrs. Little field, the fair Native American beauty, who even in aging looked beautiful. The woman immediately recognized this men features. Dark green eyes, High cheek bones with a few diamond freckles, built, firm body. This was a Richardson, and not just any. Shock filled her eyes, and she almost fell back, had Anthony not leapt forth and caught her. For the next hour, Anthony had been told the truth. In belief that he was dead, Susanna married another (He hadn't been told she had been forced). It struck him like a lightning bolt, and after that was a daze. Next thing, he was home, and dressing for some festivity of the harvest that would be taking place that night. All the while, his heavy heart burdened him with sorrow and regret. The festivities were planned long in advance, by Susanna's grandmother, but that didn't make the young woman eager to go. So close to her eighteenth birthday, she was prepared to do what women in her situation always did. She was going to join her husband to make an appearance, and she was going to talk, and dance. Always, she would put on a happy front. A happy front that if someone looked close enough would be able to see wasn't a true happiness. Susanna hadn't been truly happy since she'd read the paper that announced the dead and wounded. Why couldn't Anthony have just been on the wounded list? Then she would have still had him. But no. It had been like a bucket of near frozen rain water had been dumped on her when she'd read the name. Anthony Richardson. She'd gone completely cold and stiff, shocked into a statuesque state. She hadn't wanted to feel that sharp knife pain of knowing that she'd lost him. She didn't want to remember the knife pain that had stabbed into her heart. But she remembered every day. Something would always remind her of what it felt like to lose the one she loved. Even something as simple as not feeling the pain that day. She must have been torturing herself, but she couldn't stop herself from feeling the sadness of losing him. It didn't feel right to have a semi-peaceful life when her love didn't have any kind of life. The once free and bubbly young woman had turned into a shell. She felt hollow inside, with no argument where there might have been one in the past. Her smiles were simple shadows of what they had been, never glowing out in their former brilliance. Most people would admit they had forgotten what kind of magic Susanna seemed to radiate when she was younger. She was never seen out among nature taking care of the favorite part of herself that her mother had given her. She was like a handmade doll, beautiful to look at, but solely for display. When Susanna and Paul arrived at the festival, they were immediately flanked by friends and companions of Paul. The women took Susanna into their grip as they usually did, off to the left of the men who started instantly speaking of business. It had taken a whole passing hour before Anthony was actually allowing himself to register passing events of that day. In his absence, Susanna had married another man, a man returned home wounded. She had taken him as her husband in thought that her beloved was gone forever. Anthony had to accept that. He was after all supposed to be dead. He wasn't however, and his first thought was to finally take Susanna Little field's hand in marriage. Not anymore. She wasn't even Susanna Little field, but Susanna Landry. Anthony forced back tears at the thought of never being to take his only love as his wife. Sitting in his room, Anthony listened to his father through closed door. "It's the way life deals its cards my boy. I know it's unfair, but you should try to be happy for little Susanna. Had you been dead, she would be waiting for a corpse we might have never received." There was a long pause, as Mr. Richardson lit his pipe. He took a single puff of it, before clearing his throat. "Mr. Landry is a good man. A former soldier such as yourself." He almost choked on the words, coughing on the smoke of his pipe. "Of course, he won't be as decorated as you will be when the soldiers catch word of Corporal Anthony Richardson Jr.'s return from the dead. Your mother has told half the town already, and there is supposed to be a big announcement to night during the festival." The man almost proud that he would be receiving such attention towards his family. It was good for business. Meanwhile, Anthony picked himself up off the bed and was inspecting the attire set out for him. In the midst of his cleaning the previous night, his mother made sure to remeasure him for the purchase of new clothes. Anthony hadn't grown much, so it hadn't been much of a task letting out very little stitching on an extravagant suit. It was a deep black, with a white shirt underneath. It might have been standard, had there not been such beautiful trimming all over the suit. It was distasteful, at least in Anthony's eyes. He felt like he might have returned as a war hero, not an escaped prisoner of war, who fought the elements and made his way home. What's worse, Anthony's father had set out the family saber, as soldiers often wore to signify their having enlisted in the army. So, loathing it, he tied the ornate black and gold saber to his belt, and looked at himself in the old tall mirror that was propped up in his room. This was not the boy that had left all those years ago. This was a man who had experienced life. A man who knew the cold bitter sting of other men's wrath. A man who watched fate cut the strings of living souls right before him. A hardened man, without love, without reason for life. It was at this moment that Anthony wished he hadn't come back from the war. He wished a stray bullet had taken him on the battlefield, or the bitter cold freeze him under the winter snow. But here he stood, the soon-to-be appraisal of the town, an icon that he did not want to be. Stepping outside the room, Anthony Richardson Sr. saw a completely different man. He saw a handsome reflection of his younger self. Dark lush brown hair pulled back neatly and tied by a leather strap. Dark green eyes proud to belong to whom they did, minimal diamond shaped freckles on high cheek bones, pursed lips, small nose. All traits of the male half of the Richardson family. A firm built body fitting well in the uniform a soldier deserved. Gold inlay and trimming over a deep black suit, matching well over Anthony Jr.'s tanned skin. Then, the family heirloom, passed down early to a deserving man. The black and gold saber passed down for years by Anthony's forefathers. This, was then next leader of the Richardson line, and he would do them proud. The rest of the family wore slightly simpler attire, but only slightly. Anthony's younger brothers Johnathon and Ezekiel both wore deep blue suits with white and gold inlay, but considerably less. His sister Jenna, age 12 wore a beautiful yellow dress, fitting well against her lighter skin. Mrs. Richardson wore one of her more elegant light blue dresses, while her husband wore a simple black suit, no gold trimming. If only Anthony could switch attire with his father, he would feel less gaudy. He might have switched with the servants if opportunity were presentable. Two of them would be accompanying the Richardson family in very simple brown and white suits that Mrs. Richardson had crafted personally. Slaves as they might be, Anthony's mother Angeline would not allow them to look like they had no proper attire. So the family set off in their large carriage, the whole family buzzing in excitement as they were soon going to announce the return of their son. Anthony could only sit in disdain, watching the setting sun cast beautiful colors across the fields and town. The family arrived 'fashionably' late, as Angeline liked to call it. Later was late in Anthony's eyes, but he understood the purpose. If you came when everybody was there, an entrance would immediately draw attention, not that Anthony's presence wouldn't attract it regardless. To say the Richardson family attracted a crowd would be an understatement. During the war, Anthony's battalion spent one afternoon near a beehive. What Anthony observed was that bees were constantly bombarding the beehive, to the point where it might have seemed like they were fighting to get to it. Right now, Young Anthony felt like that beehive. Hands were thrusts at him, hugs were forced upon him, and greetings were exchanged endlessly. Of course, he had to respond in kind. He responded like a shoulder, back erect, chest out, and chin held high in nobility. It was long before Anthony was actually allowed to move from his starting point, when the majority of the crowd had dwindled down, and the family allowed to move throughout the festival. The entire time, Anthony's eyes were searching. Searching former. Praying it wasn't true. No man whose hand she had taken in marriage. He saw the Little field family, and gave them a kind greeting. They however, knew not of Susanna's location. So, after several minutes, Mrs. Richardson went back to reintroducing her son to the entirety of the town. He shook hands with the mayor and his wife, the barber, store owners, lords, ladies, dukes that had come just to see him. He did not however, shake hands with a retired military man and a wife Anthony was so eager to lay eyes upon. It did strike Anthony though that what would come if they did cross paths? She was married after all. Susanna couldn't be with Anthony regardless of whether they saw each other or not. She couldn't divorce Mr. Landry, as that was a much frowned upon act. Adultery was a sin against the Lord himself. Susanna was gone, forever. Anthony would never have his one true love back. The talk about the Little field women was never really pleasant. At least when it was other women talking about them. In the eighteen years since Lobe Little field showed up, it had always been along the same line. They were witches, attracting the attention of the men through the only way a squaw could, some kind of spell or magic. It was the only explanation to the women in the county. They didn't understand what it was about the dark skin and hair that made the most prominent men look their way. So, as Susanna Landry stood in the crowd of women, she was generally ignored. They had stayed close enough to their husbands that every so often Paul would reach over and give her arm a squeeze. A sweet gesture to outsiders, but really, he was trying to get her to interact. For some reason, that day it was even harder for her to do that. She didn't care that she was being ignored, but clearly Paul was worried about the talk that would be going on about the young woman and ultimately about him. Susanna was dressed that day in a dark blue dress that was very modestly cut, and appropriate for a married woman of her age. It was simple, without any extra frills or lace, and yet she still managed to look exceptionally beautiful with her hair loose around her shoulders. There was talk around the festival about some soldier long thought dead being alive. Of course Susanna heard it. That didn't mean it got her hopes up, in fact she simply retreated into her own mind, hiding behind her dark blue fan. She imagined what it would have been like if only a year ago she'd heard that Anthony was really alive. She could see herself sitting at home, her parents home, the plantation, in her mourning garb, when the horse rode up. There would be here Anthony, his eyes bright with love but weary from the ride. She would know instantly that it was him, just like every other time before. They had always known when the other one was near, even when there were others all around. When she saw him, she'd run to him, throw her arms around him in the world's tightest hug and he would kiss her. They would get married quickly so that their time apart could be made up quicker." I hear that he came today with his family. One day back, and already he is at a party. I can't believe that they would come out so early. It's nearly unseemly." One of the older ladies was speaking of the return soldier and instead of Susanna hearing the criticism, she imagined that it would be something like that when she and Anthony married. Only, it would be unseemly that they married so quickly after they were so sure he was dead. "Do you agree, Mrs. Landry?" When Susanna looked up she saw it Loretta Bristol, the local gossip, the biggest gossip." I don't imagine he wanted to be back to the way things were before he left." She said simply, after feeling a sharp pinch on her arm from her husband." Of course, that's not possible, now is it, Mrs. Landry?" One of the others said suggesting something that Susanna didn't realize implied that the person was Anthony and going back to the way things where would mean he'd have to be with her. Anthony was now vaguely engaged in conversation with a storekeeper interested in buying grain directly supplied from Richardson farm. Anthony Richardson Sr. had intentionally made himself scarce, leaving his eldest to handle family business as he conversed with friends on less pressing matters. Half listening to the proposition, the Corporal was scanning the crowd futilely, becoming upset with himself the longer he looked. Would he really even be able to find Susanna in this crowd? It didn't help that whenever he caught somebody's eyes they had to wave in delight, distracting him from his purpose." So how does that sound Master Richardson?" Said the elderly shopkeeper, cutting into Anthony's thoughts. Mr. Buchwald was a kind enough man, who kept a fair business to everybody. He was a stout man with gray, thinning hair, and traces of built muscle after years of loading his own boxes and shifting his own cargo. His eyes were a bright blue, showing the kindness in his heart, and it emanated from his persona. "Does it seem a fair enough offer?"" It sounds grand Mr. Buchwald?" Anthony replied, acting as though he had been listening intently. He did know the point of the general conversation. The store owner wanted to purchase grain off of one of Richardson estates many fields, and was willing to pay a high rate, and supply his own workers to cut the stocks. The deal would be a no win situation for Anthony's family. "Why don't you come by the manor in the morning, and we can discuss it more with my father present? How does that sound?"" Splendid sir, I will be by in the morning, certainly. Wait until Mary Lou hears about this." With that, the old man walked away with a bit more purpose in his step. Anthony could only smile, especially since he knew Mary Lou. A newcomer would assume it was Buchwald's wife, but locals knew it to be an old mule that the shopkeeper favored even to people. It wasn't his fault, as he had lost his wife in a tragic fire years ago, and decided he would never give his heart to another person, so he went with a pack mule. When their conversation had ended, Anthony was reunited by his father, who acted as though he had been in deep conversation with another man over the consistency of white to red wine. Was there even a difference? If so, Anthony wouldn't have known. Even so, Anthony didn't complain, or even comment. Military men did not whine, and as such Corporal Richardson wouldn't be one to start. A person never did truly lose their rank. After all, one didn't forget the training, so why would anything else be different? He walked with his father, greeting some of the more 'important' people in town, as Richardson Sr. called them. They were only dubbed this because they held business with the family. That did make them important though, even to Anthony. He would be taking over the family empire soon, and he did not want to create the impression that he was against running the family. Meeting them all, Anthony went into business mode, remembering names and faces with ease. Stuart Riley, a tall ginger man, was a major buyer of corn, and picked up shipments weekly while the crop was in harvest. He had also suggested a bean section be cut into their fields, as demand was rapidly growing. It was still being taken into account. Another was a Mr. Gerald Phillips, who supplied fertilizer for a more than reasonable price. This was a key man in Mr. Richardson's eyes, as quality crop could not be supplied without the minerals in this man's trade. He also but mass supplies of corn, in attempt to use it as mass production food for his cattle, something that did not seem to be as successful as he might have thought. He was persistent though, and bought the crop whenever there was some to spare after major shipments were put out. There were also many more. More than Anthony cared to count in fact, and he had taken the time to meet and discuss business with all of them. With a first impression like the one Anthony had given, he was sure he would not be losing business when it was his time to run the trade. It also hadn't escaped his notice the wide-eyed dazed handshakes received from several, mostly the people he had met in his younger days. It wasn't every day a person returned from the grave as handsome as Anthony had. How many years had it been, Anthony wondered. Well over four he thought. He had been seventeen when he left. Maybe four years since, maybe five. He would have to check a calendar. The only thing he knew was that he was well over twenty. Twenty-one perhaps, even twenty-two. Seconds later, Anthony realized he was being pulled by his hand by a little old woman, much to the protest of Mr. Richardson. "No, Mrs. Barlow, we don't need to go speak to him." His father had a very worried tone of voice, making Anthony wonder where this woman was dragging him. Mrs. Barlow had been the county school teacher at one point, but her old age and fading memory had forced her to quit. Now, she rambled on any pour soul she crossed, forcing her epiphanies upon them the moment they hit her. So what could she remember that made this tiny, skeleton of a woman drag Anthony around the festival?" Nonsense Burton, they're the only two veterans of this war, they should get to know each other. Mr. Landry as a good man." Obviously she couldn't remember Mr. Richardson name, but her goal had yet to slip her mind. She cut through the crowds very rudely, jabbing people aside with bony elbows and pitiful attempts at "excuse me's", which came out more like "Move!" and "Your in the way!". Anthony could only whisper apologies as he was dragged, and finally brought to a stop." Mr. Landry, it's good to see you again. I'd like you to meet Mr. Anthony Richardson." Anthony was puzzled. He knew he had heard that last name before, he just wasn't unable to place it. Hoping a face might help, he stepped forward like a man, greeting the man. It didn't help." First Private Paul Landry. A pleasure to meet you." He held out his hand, and Anthony took it kindly, shaking it firmly. The name didn't register at all. The only thing that Anthony took in was that he would be this man, who was perhaps a decade or so years his senior, senior officer." Corporal Anthony Richardson." Anthony liked speaking with more authority, and took his time looking the man over. His battalion must have had release already, which could only make Anthony wonder how long he had been imprisoned." I'd also like you to meet my wife, Susanna Landry. Come here, dear." The name cut Anthony like a knife, and it took all his effort to stop himself from swaying. As he watched the man grab his wife by the arm, and pulling her in what might have been an innocent pull, but Anthony noticed the vice grip of Paul's hand as he pulled Susanna, the love of his life. "Susanna, this is Anthony Richardson, say hello." Hearing the name again was a stab through the heart. So it was true, Susanna had married another, so she must have been happy. There was no purpose for Anthony anymore. No reason that he should have clung to life. He wished that the farmer had let him die out in the field, or the stray bullet hadn't whizzed passed his head, but hit its mark. The entire crowd was now watching, most of them knowing the history of Anthony Richardson and Susanna Little field. No, not Little field. Landry now. They had been in love. More in love than any man and woman could ever be, but she had moved on without him, and fell in love with another. Holding back tears, Anthony nodded at the woman through constantly blinking eyes. "A pleasure," he said, holding out his hand once again, now for Susanna to take. Susanna was still pretty much lost in her own imaginings. She wondered if Anthony would have been the type to take on a mistress. Probably not. He had actually loved her, cared for her more than anyone else could ever possibly love her. Paul had to get his pleasures where he could find them, it wasn't like he felt any form of love for her. She was just something pretty to show off. Property. But Anthony never would have done any of that to her. She'd been fourteen when he left, but she'd already known that she would never love anyone else." So, Lena Andrews was seen riding with Walter Palmer." A gossip that she was standing with was going on. Susanna didn't care who was riding somewhere with whom. It didn't really interest her. Lena Andrews was sixteen, and a sweet girl. Susanna really didn't get why there had to be so much talking about her. She could remember riding around with Anthony time after time, on his horse or hers. It had been a carefree relationship. She had planned to be married at the age that Lena was, as most girls she knew were. She had wanted to start her family with Anthony as soon as possible. Everyone had been waiting for it to happen, their engagement would be announced as soon as the war was over, it wasn't supposed to last long, and then they would be married quickly. But. It hadn't happened. He'd died. And she'd been forced to marry someone else. The vice grip on Susanna's arm drew the young woman's attention, and she felt her head shoot up in confusion as she was pulled beside her husband. The thing she saw made her gasp. Her husband introduced her to the man. Anthony Richardson. "He... Hello." she said, almost positive that she was hallucinating. Were her stays tied to tight? Was she getting enough air? She reached her hand out to take Anthony's at the same time her husband's squeeze on her waist brought it home that she was awake. When her hand touched flesh, Anthony's flesh, the young woman swayed, unable to keep her feet. Anthony was alive. She was married to someone else and Anthony was alive. That was her final thought before she promptly fainted, crumbling to the ground. She had always been sickly, so not many people would be surprised that she'd fainted, not even her husband. He might not even realize that she was so affected by Anthony. Perhaps a dozen hands outstretched towards the fainting beauty, even those of her husband. None were quick enough in comparison to Anthony's. His body nearly lunged forward to stop her fall, arms wrapping tightly around her body, and feet planting hard against the ground as he steadied himself. Mr. Landry should be ashamed of himself really. He had practically had his arm around Susanna, and she somehow still escaped his fingers when she fainted. Anthony would not allow her to fall though. He had promised her that, all those years ago." Come on Susanna, I'm right here!" Anthony stood, arms outstretched to a very large tree. "You trust me don't you?" Susanna was in a tree, almost refusing to come down. It hadn't been as scary going up the tree at first, but looking down, it was a bit of a drop. Little Richardson himself had been a little scared, but was more concerned about the very uneven ground than the height of the tree. He of course had to be the growing man he was though, as he was sixteen now after all. So he stood there, awaiting the woman he considered to be none other than his own. His 'love' as he sometimes called her. "You jump down, and I promise I'll catch you. It's going to rain soon, and your father is going to wonder where you are Susanna." Clouds were looming over head, and several times Anthony had felt a drop touch his face. He waited though, as he would not rush her. A horse was stamping impatiently in the slightly damp grass some several feet away, growing impatient. "Susanna, I'll catch you. You know I will. I will never let you fall.... That had been a big day in Anthony's life. He had caught Susanna when she jumped into his arms, frightened. They shared their first kiss that day, her in his arms as the rain began to pour. That day would never be forgotten in his mind. Snapping to, Anthony looked around at spectators watching events unfold. He held Susanna cradled in his arms the same way he had so many years ago, keeping her close to his body. Mr. Landry was the first to break the silence. "Good catch, sir. You beat me to it by a hare's breath." Outreaching, he opted to take his wife back, much to Anthony's disgust. Any man who couldn't be there for his wife the way Anthony could don't deserve Susanna. He had to give her up very reluctantly. The whole crowd was in a state of unrest. Seeing two lovers meet in such unfortunate circumstances was not an easy thing to watch, and this scenario was tragic. "Three months, at most, Susanna." Anthony had promised as the girl sat beside him under the tree that had become theirs. She was crying, her face in her white gloved hands. She had just been told that Anthony, her one and only, was going to war. Everyone was sure that the war was only going to last for a few months and that then things would go back to normal, and they would be able to live in peace. "I know." The young woman sobbed into her hands. "But what if something happens to you?" She asked, lifting her head when she felt his arm wrapping around her middle, and he pulled her close to him. "What if you don't come back?" "Of course I will come back, darling." He tried to assure her. "I will always come back to you. Never, never will I leave you." A slightly rough pull woke Susanna Landry from what had been a good dream. She couldn't help but think of how he always kept his promises. But all the years..." What...?" She said, starting to open her eyes. The first thing she saw was her husband looming over her. Had he actually caught her? Was that possible? She really didn't think he'd care enough. "I must have been seeing things." She concluded, before looking around. Her eyes connected with Anthony's. She wasn't seeing things. And she had to keep herself from fainting again." Anthony?" She asked to clarify, lifting her head to get a better look at him. Handsome and dark. Freckles that she would never forget. "It's really you." Her whole soul seemed to soar. She tried to push away from her husband, only to be held back by a few of the women. They all knew about Susanna and Anthony, and they wouldn't allow such a spectacle. "You're alive." She could almost feel herself brightening considerably. Of course, Paul's presence beside her made the girl deflate almost instantly. There was no point in her becoming too excited over the news. The crowd was watching with eyes of sorrow. It was not a joyous time to see parts of a whole realize they could never again be together. That was they way it was with Anthony and Susanna. She had married another man, happily as far as Anthony was concerned. There was nothing left for their love, nothing left for Anthony to really live for. He was walking through the motions of life, but would not allow himself the enjoyments of its company. It was a fate far graver than death. It reminded Anthony of one of the many times he almost did die." Susanna! Susanna! Where are you? I'm lost without you to guide me!" Those were the words Anthony muttered in a wavering state, hanging over the cliff of death as he was nursed to health by a simple farmer and his wife. It wasn't until days later that he had awoken, thinking himself perhaps dead. He did not recognize the surrounding area. A warm white room, small dressers and candles lit all around. It was obviously not the Richardson mansion. "Where am I?" He had asked, attempting to sit up, but his body too weak to perform the action. "You are safe." Said a man's voice, then a soft wet cloth touched his forehead, making him lean back with a sigh. "Am I dead?" The voice was worried. Anthony was scared he would never make it back to Susanna, and she would be forced to wait upon a man who would never come. "Dead? You are about as dead as one who is not yet born." What did that mean? This man did not speak clearly, and it took Anthony a moment before he decided he might ask, but the man answered beforehand. "Only once you find that which you are looking for will you truly be alive again. And it seems you aim hard to be alive again." "So I am alive?" "Alive? Yes, I suppose you are. Your heart still beats in your chest if that is what you call alive." Good, that was all Anthony needed to know. If his heart was beating, he had a chance to make it back, back to her. Mr. Landry was the first to break the silence, as Anthony could not bring himself to answer Susanna so suddenly. "You know my wife Corporal Richardson? How, she's never told me about you." He looked at his wife begrudgingly, eyes fierce and menacing. The man might have lashed out had they not been in such a public place. Instead, he pulled her back to his side, holding her tight by her waist." Yes, I know Susanna." Anthony's answer was cold, as he composed himself into that of a military man, stopping himself from bursting into tears, and embracing the love of his life. "We were...childhood friends. Long before the war." He didn't elaborate more than that, but the crowds exchange of glances and hushed whispers for him. Mr. Landry's eyes narrowed, as he was reluctant to swallow Anthony's story." I see." He said, unable to read the face of the man before him. "This is good then, I suppose." He forced a smile as he held his wife tight, looking around as though nothing was wrong. "A man once thought dead has returned, and what's more, he has been reunited with all his friends! And in turn, made another." He nodded in Anthony's direction. "I would consider any person my wife has befriended a friend." It was a cold lie, as Paul now realized the gravity of the situation and would have liked nothing more than to unleash his anger upon Anthony, then perhaps upon Susanna. Paul was a man of image however, and such an act would ruin his reputation, as well as land him some odd time in jail for striking on officer of the confederate army, and a senior officer no less. The crowd did not take so kindly to Paul Landry's words, and the Richardson family took it the worst. What he had said had been a knowing insult to Anthony Richardson Jr. Mr. Richardson even took a step closer to his son, putting a hand on his shoulder. It was brushed off by a smiling Anthony. Why was he smiling though, as he wanted to cry. "Of course Paul. Friends we shall be. Maybe one day we can have relaxed conversation and share stories." Sadly, Paul would have none to share, as he had been sent home before the real battles had really begun, a simple shot wounding him. Anthony had taken a shot himself, in fact, he had taken three as his mother had noticed. They were all stitched though, healing well." Certainly. Now if you'll excuse me corporal, my wife does not feel well. I should really get her home." He tugged on her, leading Susanna away. Apart from Anthony, again." I understand. It was nice meeting you Mr. Landry. It was nice to see you as well Susanna." That was all Anthony could manage to stand, before he turned on his heel, meeting a mass of wide eyes, each one averting their gaze once he looked. He made his way through them quietly, forgetting formalities as he went. No physical pain hurt like this, and Anthony had felt a great deal of that. His family followed, and Mrs. Richardson had even tried to stop him twice, but he shrugged her off like a cold shiver. He passed the carriage, stepping into darkness as the candlelight no longer lit his way. It was several miles back to Richardson estate, and Anthony was going to walk every foot of it. The ability to look at Anthony again was both a treasure and a pain. Susanna had feared that one day she would forget his face, so seeing him again was a wonderful joy and treat. But it hurt so bad, nearly taking her breath away to see him but not be able to touch him, hug him. Kiss him. Suddenly, she felt every bit of light vanishing from her life, just when there had been a flash of brilliance. Paul's grip on her waist made Susanna gasp for air as the stays of her corset dug into her hip while the top pushed against her ribs even harder. He had a strong hold of her, most likely trying to keep her from rushing to her true love. She wouldn't be surprised if everyone thought the gasp was simply because she still wasn't feeling well. What was her life supposed to be like? She didn't have a long list of likes in her current world, but at least it had been livable. Anthony was alive, and she would have to see him eventually marry someone else, fall in love with someone else, while she was stuck in the lonely and loveless marriage. It didn't seem right. She wouldn't want to be alive to see him with another woman. But there it was, going to have to happen. A man of means and land as he was, he would be snatched quickly. He would be snatched quickly by some beautiful young girl. And Susanna would be forever lost. The pull of her husband's arm around her waist made Susanna bite back a groan as another dull pain moved through her hip. She followed the way her husband lead, almost trance-like, while looking behind her at the formerly dead soldier. She was still so in awe of the fact that he was alive, and in so much pain at just seeing him." Would you please release me?" Susanna asked Paul once they were far enough away from the crowd. "You are hurting me." She added, sucking in a breath as she worked to keep herself from losing all of her dignity before she was in private. Paul didn't let go until after he looked back to the festival, judging whether they were far enough. Once satisfied, he released his grip on Susanna, almost shoving her away from him in the process. "Hurting you? You don't know what it means to hurt, yet." His hand balled into a tight fist, and it seemed as though the Mr. Landry might strike his wife. He wouldn't do it though, at least not this close to the town. When they were a much farther distance though, he might just take the opportunity. "So why have I never heard of him?" He looked back at the event, eyes squinted as though he expected to see the man he spoke of. "Corporal Anthony Richardson." Paul said the name as though it were poison on his lips, and it disgusted him to say it. "The whole town seems to know just who he is, to know that you two are friends. Don't think I didn't notice the gathering crowds, they were expecting something." Paul was no fool, and it would take a fool not to notice the tension between Susanna and Anthony. "Anthony Richardson." He said it again lower, hoping maybe the more loathing manner he said it in it might hurt the owner of the name. Some distance away, another name was said in the same manner. "Paul Landry." That assured him of everything. Susanna had perhaps once mourned for the loss of Anthony, but another man had come along quick to take his place. He was obviously good enough, as she had taken him willingly. No stopping things now, at least not in a respectable manner. So that was the end thought Anthony as he finally approached Richardson estate from the beaten dirt path. Moonlight lit the way as he walked without candlelight. This was how he preferred it though when he walked, and it reminded him of better times. Holding Susanna close as they watched the stars, pressing her tight against him when she was scared of the sounds of night. An easier time for everybody. It was ten more minutes before Anthony approached the front door, greeted by several slaves sitting around in peace after a long days work. Corporal Richardson didn't take the conventional way into the house though, avoiding the front door entirely. He skirted around to the side of the house, following the extended porch the stretch to both sides of the mansion. In a practice motion he leapt up, one foot planting on the railing before he launched up to grasp the layered shingles of the roof. Pulling himself up, he sat there for a minute. The house extended higher up, but this was as far as he need to go, his bedroom being directly behind him now. Anthony could only sit there, and look at the moon, the stars. An event that was very lonely now, and he could only bare for several minutes before entering the window. It was always open just for occasions like this, and the area inside was devoid of any objects he might trip over. His boots made a light hollow thud on the hardwood floor, and his saber clanked against the window sill until he took several more steps into the room. The first thing he found was his rucksack. It was a beaten leather bag with a flap to keep the items inside protected. It was dust covered and bloodstained as Anthony had not allowed anybody to touch it just yet. Pulling a pile of cream-colored envelopes, the man quickly shuffled through them, not looking for any one in particular. One stood out to him at the moment though, and he couldn't help but pull it aside. It was the cream-colored envelope, but was tarnished by several dull deep colored specks across the paper. Anthony recognized it to be blood, and as he ran his fingers over the stains he remembered how it came to be. How his blood ruined that letter. He didn't even need to open it, knowing the writing by heart, but opened it regardless, taking in the scrawl on the paper.' Dear Susanna, I cannot tell you how much your letters have helped me. The months have become increasingly harsh, and it's only you that reminds me that I'm alive for a reason. Your writing sparks hope in me whenever I read it. Our platoon leader says that we will be moving back south soon, and if the war continues in this manner we'll be home by early next...' The rest of the letter was unfinished, for as Anthony wrote that, he remembered the feeling of hot pain in his right shoulder, a bullet passed right through cloth and flesh. He doubled over, slightly slower on reaction than he intended. His instant reaction had been to fire back, as he platoons was now preparing to do. His rifle nestled into the space between his chest and shoulder, and he fired off once. Once was all he could manage, as he had unthinkingly placed the butt of his rifle right against the open bullet wound, and the kickback of the gun sent pain surging through his body. He remembered crumpling into the trench they had built, and awakening some many minutes later by a screaming sergeant who feared the worst for Anthony. That was the first letter to never be delivered, followed by many more, all of which Anthony held in his hand. They were now heavy as lead in his hand, feeling the weight of his broken heart in the pieces of paper. Susanna had never seen her husband so angry. Of course, until then, she had thought he just didn't care about any part of her life, he held no emotions for what happened toward her. Apparently, he had one. Anger, maybe jealousy, but she didn't understand any of it. She was so shocked by everything that had happened that she couldn't even find fear for the implied threat. Anthony was alive! It was wonderful. The most incredible man in the world was alive, he could grace the Earth with more of his presence. She could almost sing, if the reality of the situation wasn't so close to the surface. She could never have him." He was dead." Susanna answered the older man. "Or I thought. What was the point to tell you about someone that wasn't alive?" She questioned, brushing herself off from the near fall from his push. She cleared her throat, not very happy with being forced to seem clumsy, even if no one was around. "You can not hold against me, that my childhood... Friend came back from the dead." She was working to keep some dignity, and wished that they could just get into the carriage and get home already. She wanted to cry alone. That wagon wasn't very far from where they were, and it seemed like they got there so slowly. She hated that it seemed like such. She wasn't very comfortable with her husband at that moment. Once inside their ride, she rearranged her skirts and cleared her throat, before looking forward." Would you like for me to speak with Sissy when we arrive at home?" She asked her husband as they rode in what felt like the thickest silence ever. "Since you did not have time to sample any of the food brought, I can have her make up something for you." There was no mention of her eating with him, because she wasn't hungry. And she wanted to keep as much time from him right then as possible.

Home From War (Dr. Curiosity&Sweet Angel Jocelyn)|rating:3.0

TheYaoiButterfly and Lolliscythe's private RP

"He dresses weird!" "Why does he not talk to me?!" "He's looking at me strange!" "He's not looking at me at all!" "Oh, god, look at that scar on his face!" People generally target people who aren't like them. Whether it be for the scar on your face or that you just plain dressed weird, people always targeted the people who stood out. ... And most of the time, the people who are targeted don't suspect anything. Such was true for the young man that night. At a first glance, some people thought he was a woman, but he was too tall to be one and he was wearing pants. Perhaps he was targeted most for his dark skin and curly hair. It made people whisper 'gypsy' behind his back. The human machine was a wicked thing. "Where'd you see that weirdo go?" "He was just passed the smoke shop! He's near an alley!" "Hahaha. Perfect~" It wasn't that the man was deaf. It was that he didn't seem to care. This led a group of friends to following him around at nightfall. The worst part about it was that he didn't even make a sound as he was drug back into an alley with a gag over his mouth. Whistling a tune that his mother had taught him when he was little, Pauline walked briskly down the main street. The young man had blond hair that went a bit past his shoulder that was being held back by a long strip of cloth as a headband. The blond was wearing tight black pants and a white tunic with a black vest, and a pair of black boots that went to about his mid-thigh. He had a cloth bag slung over his shoulder that was mostly full. As he walked, he saw a group of guys dragging someone into a nearby alley. The blond’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, and sensing trouble was going on, he quickly followed the group to the alley. Waiting just outside the entrance of the alley, he waited to see what would happen before he intervened. There was the sound of gasping and laughter. The man was now backed in a corner, and one of his attackers had kicked him in the stomach. For a few moments, his attacker allowed him to lay there reeling in pain before pulling him up by his hair. He looked bewildered and tears were brimming around his right eye but not the left. "Why won't you say anything?! Why aren't you crying out in pain already?!" one of his attackers yelled at him. "CRY ALREADY! ... There he goes... Jake, you take care of it from here." Tears were streaming down the right side of the man's face, and his attackers only laughed louder at that. A snarl of rage rumbled in Pauline’s throat as he heard what the people were saying in the alley to the person they had dragged in. Setting down the bag, he stepped out to the entrance of the alley where he could be seen, “Why don’t you guys just leave him alone?” he growled softly, the look on his face showing clearly that he was pissed. The one who had kicked Lucca turned around at the sound of the intruder. At the sight of the blond, a look of disdain appeared on his face, “Hey. You’re one of those gypsies that are camped outside of town. I saw you in town stealing. What does it matter to you what we do to him?” The blond’s face hardened at what the man said, growling softly, choosing to ignore the comment about what he had been doing in town, because he hadn’t been stealing, “It matters because I’m not the type to just sit around while you attack someone who’s unable to defend themselves. You boys not man enough to fight someone who can actually fight back? Have to go and pick on someone who can’t defend themselves to make yourself feel big, right?” He sneered. These were the type of people he hated the most. Ones who picked on defenseless people. This caused the other three to whirl around and glare at Pauline. The one called Jake growled, “Who are you to say shit like that to us, you asshole?! I aught to kick your ass for saying that!” A smirk slowly made its way onto Pauline’s face at the other man’s words. He hadn’t had a fight with anyone in a while now, and he was fairly sure he was out of practice. A fight would suit him just fine, “I’d like to see you try.” He said in a voice that almost sounded like a purr. The blond’s stance changed in a matter of seconds to a fighting stance, “Ladies first...” Pauline said mockingly. Snarling angrily, Jake charged the blond, a knife now in his hand. He had been planning on Lucca, but he decided he could use it now. As he got close to Pauline, he went to slash at him with the knife. With the swiftness of a cat, Pauline had the knife out of Jake's hand in a matter of seconds, and he quickly delivered a punch to the other man’s face, putting all of his strength into the punch. Right after the punch to the face, Pauline then kicked Jake in the stomach, sending the other man flying backwards a few feet. Jake was now unconscious, and probably wouldn’t be waking up for a while. A sly smirk now playing on Pauline’s lips, he turned his attention to the other two guys. That had been too easy. At the sight of their fallen friend, the other two guy’s eyes widened in horror. Quickly, they picked up Jake and made a run for it out of the alley without a word. Scoffing at the other two’s cowardice, Pauline slowly walked into the alley, Jake’s knife still in his hand after relieving him of it, and walked up to the one on the ground. Kneeling down in front of him and gently placed his hand on his arm, “Are you alright?” The blond asked softly, a look of concern on his face. Lucca stared up at his savior in awe, his hair spilling around him like a thick inky veil. His lips formed words, but no sound came. Appearing distraught, he shifted and pulled something out of his pocket and quickly scribbled on it. He didn't seem to be aware that his face was bleeding and that his hair was partially sticky in his own blood. He showed Pauline a doodle of what looked like to be bread and a glass of water. "I'm..." His voice faded before he could even properly thank Pauline. He appeared even more distressed now. Blinking in surprise at the doodle that was shown to him. Eyes widening in realization that the man in front of him was probably a mute, he examined the doodle a bit closer. Bread and water. That must mean that he was hungry. After a moment he went and examined the other’s face more closely and saw blood. Shit. Slowly standing up, he offered his hand to the other man, “Come on. It looks like you’re bleeding. And you’re hungry, too. I’ll bring you back to the caravan where my medical supplies are, and I’ll get you all fixed up. And dinner should be ready by the time we get back.” He finally said, a warm smile that he rarely showed to people outside the traveling show appearing on his face. Lucca stared uncertainly at Pauline's hand before slowly accepting it, his scarred hand shaking. He was becoming frustrated. He wanted to thank this man, but his voice wouldn't cooperate. Furthermore, he couldn't even make a sound in frustration because of how little he exercised his larynx. His oddly bright eyes seemed to brighten further at Pauline's smile, and his lips moved again. His eyebrows furrowed for a moment, and he bowed his head. He slid his pad and pencil back into his back pocket. He needed to stop shaking, but he didn't know how. "The...Thanks..." His voice crackled even worse. Blinking in surprise at hearing the man in front of him speaking, Pauline helped him up. After a few moments of trying to figure this out, he decided that he shouldn’t worry about that right now and get him bandaged up and fed before anything else, “You’re welcome.” The blond finally said, “My name is Pauline, by the way. What’s your name?” He continued as he began to walk out of the alley with the other man, picking up the sac he had left by the entrance. He needed to get him back to the camp as quickly as possible. As they walked, every so often he would discretely glance at the man beside him just to make sure he was still alright as they walked. Lucca seemed more content now. That'd been the first time he'd spoken years, but he felt that this man was worth breaking his vow of silence. A smile tugged at his lips before his hair covered it. He seemed to become distant after that, and he didn't look at the other man after. His throat made a buzzing sound at the other's question. He pulled his pad out of his pocket and began flipping pages until he found the right one. He tapped Pauline's shoulder to get his attention. 'Lucca.' He'd written the pronunciation under it just in case. Looking down at the pad of paper he was being shown, a small grin appeared on his face, “Lucca.” He said after reading the paper, “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Lucca.” The blond continued, looking up at the other man. They were almost outside of town, so that meant they were about 5 minutes away from the camp now. The blond had other questions he wanted to ask, but he didn’t want to seem like he was being nosey. Lucca didn’t seem the type who opened up to people that easily, so having some complete stranger asking him personal questions might come across as weird to him. So the blond kept quiet and just focused on getting to the camp. As they continued walking, Pauline suddenly saw some fires glowing in the distance, and a broad grin appeared on his face, “We’re almost there.” He said at the sight of the fires in the distance, pointing to them as he spoke, “We’re probably going to get bombarded by kids when we get near the camp. Just thought it would be good to warn. If you’re not familiar with these kids, then when they come running at you, it looks like they’re coming to attack you.” The blond continued, amusement apparent in his voice. Lucca only nodded in response, but his faint smile was visible. He appeared uncertain and unsure of everything he did, but that could have been that he was shy. He was certainly hiding under his hair enough. While they were walking, he seemed to be messing with it, running his fingers through it and pulling it back in a low ponytail. Inky wisps of curly hair escaped enough to cover his scarred eye. He perked up as they neared the camp and even more and what Pauline said next. Pulling out a pencil, he wrote down something and handed the pad to Pauline. "I love kids," it said. Reading the pad when Lucca handed it to him, Pauline chuckled, “That’s good to hear, because these kids tend to get very interested in outsiders. They’ll probably start barraging you with questions and a million other things.” The blond replied, the grin still on his face. As they grew closer to the camp, there was suddenly a squeal of happiness that was obviously made by a child, and then a girl who looked to be nearly 10 with a full head of almost waist length black hair that was flying behind her as she ran, barreling into the blond and wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, “Pauline!!!” She exclaimed happily, grinning up at Pauline with a bright smile. Nearly having the wind knocked out of him when the girl barreled into him, after a moment, Pauline grinned back down at her, wrapping his arms around her to hug her back, “Ayah! Tessa! And how’s moi petite Poisson?” The blond said jovially, letting go of her after a moment and playfully messed up her hair. Giggling softly at the treatment, Tessa finally noticed Lucca standing near them. Blinking curiously at the newcomer, she finally looked back up at Pauline, “Pauline...who’s this?” She questioned, a look of confusion on her face, “And how did he get all cut up? He’s bleeding.” She questioned as she let go of Pauline and walked up to Lucca, concern now apparent in her expression.“Well, Tessa. This is Lucca. I met him in town on my way back here. He was getting beat up by some other people in town, and I stopped them. I brought him back here to bandage up his wounds.” Pauline replied, running a hand through his hair. Suddenly, a group of kids ranging in age from young children to kids that were probably somewhere between 10 and 13 came running up to them. There were about 10 kids all together, all of them greeting Pauline and then bombarding Lucca stared down at the children with no expression on his face. He blinked a few times as his vision started hazing, and he bit his bottom lip for a second as he swayed. He latched onto Pauline's arm and hid his face. It'd been so long since anyone even spoke to him, let alone looked at him with a concerned expression. It was overwhelming, and his shyness kicked in. He creeped behind Pauline and hid behind him, making an adorable squeaking noise. But he still wanted to talk to them... Blushing a violent red, though his skin helped hide it a bit, he reached in his back pocket for his pad and began writing something down for the children to read. He tapped Pauline on the shoulder when he was done and slid the pad over his shoulder. "It's nice meeting you. I don't mean to be impolite... I just don't talk," was what the pad said. Chuckling softly at Lucca’s sudden shyness, Pauline took the pad of paper and read what Lucca wrote to the kids, “It’s nice meeting you. I don’t mean to be impolite, I just don’t talk.” The blond repeated, “Alright, kids...go back to your parents for now. I have to treat his wounds, and then he’s having dinner with us. You can ask him all the questions you want then, alright?” With a resounding ‘awwwwwwwwwww’ of disappointment from the kids, they all unwillingly did as Pauline said and turned to head back to where their respective parents were to have dinner. Nessa turned to head back as well, but Pauline gently put his hand on her shoulder, “How about you help me treat Lucca’s wounds?” He asked. A small grin appeared on the young girls face, and she quickly went to action, “Alright. Let’s go get you fixed up, Lucca.” She said, suddenly taking Lucca’s hand and leading him towards Pauline’s wagon where his medical supplies were. Paulie followed the two of them, staying close to Lucca as they headed towards his wagon. Once they were there, he pushed open the door and stepped inside, motioning for the other two to follow him. The inside of the wagon had a medium-sized chest, a few books, a wooden box that was about 3 feet long a 2 feet wide and half a foot thick, a small role up mattress that was rolled up in a corner, and a few other odds and ends. Other than that, the wagon didn’t have much in it. Quickly getting to work, Pauline unrolled his mattress and motioned for Lucca to sit on it. Lucca made a disagreeing noise at what Pauline had said, but the mere thought of dinner made his mouth water and his body feel disoriented. His stomach growled in protest, and he bowed his head in embarrassment as he took back his pad. He didn't take into account that his dizziness was due to a few reopened wounds on his torso. He couldn't even feel them bleeding through his shirt, and none of the blood showed through his shirt either because of it being black. Furthermore, he squeaked at Tessa taking his hand, but he allowed her to lead him to the wagon. Furthermore, he bit his bottom lip at the other's command, but he obeyed after sighing softly. Furthermore, he was afraid he'd fall asleep right there. If someone examined him further, they would've been able to see the dark circles under his eyes that even his naturally dark complexion couldn't conceal. Grabbing the wooden box, Pauline slowly scooted so he was near Lucca’s head and unlatched the box, opened it, and pulled out a cloth. He began to dab lightly at the wound that was on Lucca’s forehead. Looking up at Tessa again, he smiled at her, “Could you get a bucket of hot water for me, Tessa?” The blond asked, smiling at her kindly. Nodding in response to Pauline’s question, Tessa quickly got up and headed out the door of the wagon. Once Tessa had left, Pauline set down the cloth, “Lucca... I’m going to need to take off your shirt, so I can make sure you aren’t bleeding anywhere else.” The blond said softly, “Are you okay with that?” He asked, locking eyes with Lucca so he could gauge Lucca’s reaction to this. Lucca made a strangled noise at the other's question. His seeing eye widened, and his eyebrows furrowed in discontent. The other could probably see it now. His repulsive scar. Everyone seemed to hate it and everyone discriminated him for it. He didn't want Pauline to see any more scars than he needed to. How long was he even staying? He didn't want to intrude, but at the same time, he didn't want to appear impolite. "I...can do that....on my own... Can't I?" His voice was surprisingly deep but also raspy from little use. He was blushing again, too. He gnashed his teeth and looked away from Pauline. "Or at least...let me take it off myself..." He didn't want to see the look in Pauline's eyes at all his scars. He didn't want to feel the other's eyes judging him. Furthermore, he hated this. Shakily, he began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing one of his scars automatically, the pale skin a shocking contrast against his normally dark complexion. Three buttons down and bruises began blossoming up, and then the opened wounds began revealing themselves. He inhaled sharply at seeing them, but otherwise made no other sound. He made the decision of keeping his shirt mostly on after he'd reached the final button. Furthermore, he was deathly thin, yet also muscular. Scars marred his muscular chest along with several fresh bruises. "You don't need to see my back...," he mumbled. Nodding at what Lucca said about taking his shirt off himself, Pauline casually watched Lucca unbutton his shirt, not watching in a way that would be classified as staring. The blond took in the sight in front of him. Lucca was absolutely gorgeous, even with the scars that were on his body. It wasn’t as if he was feeling sexually attracted to Lucca, the observation that the other man was beautiful was more of him appreciating the beauty of another person. At Lucca telling him Pauline didn’t need to check his back, he gave the other man an encouraging smile. He could tell that Lucca probably had more scars on his back and didn’t want the blond to see them, but he needed to check them, “I’m not going to judge you for anything. I need to see your back to make sure that you don’t have any open wounds there.” He finally said, giving Lucca an encouraging smile. Pauline prided himself in how he could put people at ease when he was working on them, so he hoped that this natural ability of his could put Lucca at ease enough to let him help him. He saw the open wounds on Lucca’s chest, and he just wanted to cover all of his bases and make sure Lucca didn’t have any other cuts. "No... It's ugly...," Lucca mumbled. "You'd kick me out for being a freak!" You don't have any scars, do you? No, your skin's so nice...so...normal... You're too... He made a discerning noise at what he was thinking. What was he even saying?! He didn't want for Pauline to see his ugliness. Others, he never cared about, but this man... He stared at Pauline's face for a few moments, the other's smile killing most of his thoughts. ...wonderful... You're too wonderful. Of course, when he understood the feelings behind his thoughts, he was more than a bit terrified. He nodded slowly at what the other said, and, bowing his head, he pulled his shirt the rest of the way off. His hair covered most of his back, so he had to pull his hair up by the ponytail. Indeed, there was a wound reopened on his back. His back was much more heavily scarred than his chest. It was almost completely white. Cigar burns dotted his shoulders, among other things. He felt ashamed of himself and just how monstrous he appeared. ... But maybe it was better that way, for Pauline to think of him as such. He was pretty damn sure that he had a crush on a man he barely even knew, and it was maddening. He could stomp that down after he left, though. It wasn't like he was going to stay for a while. No, he figured he'd stay for the night at the most. At Lucca’s words, Pauline had to keep himself in check to keep his expression from showing the sadness he felt at what the teenager said. Who had hurt Lucca so much and made him think so little of himself? Keeping his expression from showing this sadness, his expression unreadable, the blond locked eyes with Lucca, “Kick you out? Just for being different? I’m not that shallow.” He replied, finally turning to the wooden box again and started looking through it for something, “I’ve been treated terribly by people my whole life just because of the way I live. I won’t put someone through that same treatment I’ve had to endure.” He continued. When Lucca complied and took off his shirt, the blond scooted so he was behind the other man. Almost instantly, he saw the open wound on his back and all the old scars. A small smile played on his lips, “This isn’t so bad. People have called you a freak because of this?” As Pauline was examining Luck’s back, Tessa came back into the wagon with a bucket filled with steaming water, “I got the water, Pauline.” The young girl said walking up to the other two in the wagon, setting the water next to Lucca and Pauline. Looking up at Tessa when she walked up, a smile appeared on Pauline face, “Excellent! Thank you, Tessa.” he said, happily, taking the bucket and picking up the cloth he had been using earlier. The blond dipped the cloth into the water and lightly started dabbing the open wound on Lucca’s back. "I look like a monster...," Lucca mumbled. He pushed his bangs out of his face, revealing the long scar over his left eye. "And I'm half-blind." His voice was growing increasingly raspier, threatening to die again. The hatred he felt for himself was clear in the tone he used. His eyebrows furrowed at the other's words. "Everyone else has..." He looked away in shame. Damn it. He spoke too fast and didn't think nearly enough. It made him want to stop talking entirely. He shot Pauline a bemused look at what he'd said. "My back's almost completely white. I've seen it, so don't try humoring me." He tensed at Tessa's voice, and he fell silent. He was just now becoming comfortable with Pauline. Furthermore, he didn't feel like opening up to a second person. His gaze fell upon the bucket of water, and he made a face at it. He tensed even further when he remembered the kind of pain water gave wounds. He bowed his head and fisted his hands, grinding his teeth and thinking up a prayer. His head was becoming woozy again, and he had to do everything he could to cover it up. He didn't want even more pity from this man. Despite gasping in pain, the heat was welcoming, and he nearly dozed off for a moment at it. He was cold from walking in the rain for so long. “I don’t think you look like a monster. And so what if you’re half blind? There is a girl in this caravan who is fully blind. She has been blind since she was born. You’re not a monster, you’re just different, and there are quite a few people in this world who can’t handle people who are different from themselves.” Pauline replied, continuing to dab the wound until he was happy that it was blood free, “I’m not bothered by people who are different. Because I am part of a group of people who are feared and hated by many other people because we’re different ourselves.” The blond continued, standing up and moving so he was facing the other man and proceeded to dab at the open wounds on Lucca’s chest after he had dipped the cloth in the water again. Noticing that Lucca had closed himself off when she came into the room, Tessa smiled slightly, “I’ll leave you two alone. I’ll make sure to get you and Lucca some food, alright?” She said as she turned and walked towards the door to the wagon and leaving.“Alright.” Pauline replied, continuing to dab at the wounds on Lucca’s chest gently. Lucca couldn't say anything to that. Tomorrow, this conversation wasn't going to mean anything, right? No, this was pretty much irrelevant. He kept his face bowed and didn't make eye contact with Pauline when he was facing him. His gaze darted to Tessa, and he raised an eyebrow at her from under his hair. She was really perceptive for a child... He looked away again and kept his gaze at his feet. That wouldn't matter later. It was comforting to be talked to and not at for a change, but he assured himself that he shouldn't get used to it. He kept his face passive, and it only wavered for a second as he grimaced in pain at his wounds being cleaned. At seeing Lucca grimace in pain, Pauline gave him a sympathetic smile, “Sorry.” He said softly, doing his best to speed up cleaning the younger man’s wound. Once the blond had Lucca’s wounds all cleaned up, he went back into the wooden box and opened it, pulling out a long strip of cloth. Taking the cloth, he wrapped the cloth around Lucca’s body around the areas that there were open wounds. When he was finally done wrapping the cloth around Lucca’s torso, he picked up the younger man’s shirt and handed it to him, “All done. Now, let’s go get some dinner. You’re probably starving.” He said, smiling warmly at Lucca as he stood up. Just what he needed. More sympathy. Lucca sighed in contempt at himself. He slid his shirt back on and hastily buttoned it back up, almost skipping a hole out of his nervousness. His eyes flickered up at Pauline before quickly looking away. He was closing himself back up again, and at the others words, he realized another thing. Those children were going to ask about him... He had the urge to pull at his hair, but he had enough self-control to keep his hands at his sides. "Yes...," he mumbled. He shakily stood up, and he stared at Pauline for a few moments. He...didn't know where he was going. Half of him wanted to bolt, but he knew he didn't have enough strength to do so. He was still dizzy. "Um..." He revealed none of his troubles in his face nor his voice. He came off very distant now, and he liked it that way. Motioning for Lucca to follow him, Pauline headed towards the door of the wagon, picking up two medium-sized bowls along with a pair of forks and a pair of spoons, and pushed it open. Stepping outside, he started heading over to where a large group of people were congregating around a fire where there was a fairly large pot hanging over the fire by some sturdy branches that were stuck in the ground. When they reached the pot after going through the people who were congregating by it, Pauline put one fork and one spoon in each bowl and walked up to the older woman who was by the pot holding a ladle. The woman had a very kind face, wrinkled from age. Grinning broadly at her, the blond held out both bowls for the woman. Smiling back, the older woman ladles some thick stew into both bowls. Pauline suspected that people had heard about him bringing someone into camp, so she knew why he had two bowls today. Thanking the woman, the blond quickly turned around and led him a little ways away from the rest of the people, knowing that Lucca seemed to not do well with a lot of people he didn’t know very well, “Here.” Pauline said, handing one of the bowls to Lucca, sitting down on a stump, motioning for Lucca to sit on a stump that was a foot or two away from the stump he was sitting in. Lucca's nervousness began to set in again as he followed Pauline out of the wagon. He seemed to shrink down, his already horrible posture worsening, hoping that somehow, someway, he could disappear into Pauline's shadow. He was dark enough, anyway. His hands were shoved into his pants pockets, hands twitching into fists as he struggled to keep conscious. For a second he faltered and swayed slightly to the left, but he straightened himself back a second later, hoping no one had seen him. He stayed a few feet away from Pauline while remaining in his shadow, his head bowed low and some inky strands that escaped his ponytail covering his face. His gaze flickered between people, quickly taking them in and feeling even more anxious. Pauline's voice broke the spell, and he took the bowl into his hands, the heat and smell almost getting to him. His gaze flickered again, this time between Pauline and the stump, before he finally nodded and sat down. With the amount of hunger he had every right to display, he began eating the stew, not caring what it was. All he knew was that eating it spread heat throughout his freezing frame and that it had to be good. A small smile played on Pauline’s lips as he watched Lucca start eating before he started eating as well. After a while, the blond then looked back up at Lucca, the smile not leaving his face as watched the other man eat. By the way the other man was eating, he was pretty sure Lucca hadn’t eaten for a number of days. Though Pauline was sad about the fact that this young man had been going hungry, he was also glad that he was able to help someone in need. After a few moments, the blond ran a hand through his hair. He wasn’t entirely sure what to say to the other man at the moment; the blond was content to just eat and observe the other man at the moment. Paulie ate his stew slowly as he just observed the younger man in silence. The blond didn’t find the silence between the two of them to be awkward as the two of them just sat and ate. After a while, when he was about halfway through his stew, Pauline put his spoon down and then leaned back some on the stump and stared up at the night sky, a thoughtful expression on his face. Within a few moments, everything in Lucca's bowl was gone, and the teenager stared down at the empty bowl once he was finished with an unreadable look on his face. He was still hungry, but he wouldn't be impolite. Unluckily, his gaze travelled over to Pauline, and he was unable to look away. Pauline's skin was even more beautiful under the moonlight! A pained look crossed Lucca's eyes at this revelation, and his hands twitched into fists at his waist, his bowl sitting comfortably on his lap. He was becoming cold again... His gaze flickered over Pauline's face, his hands twitching it wandered over Pauline's lips. He kept his gaze hidden and completely subtle and hoped to somebody that Pauline wouldn't notice. He really wanted to leave... Was he strong enough now? His body was beginning to hurt less, and his legs felt like they could move... "I have to go now...," he said suddenly. "Thank you...for everything." He stood up and looked like he was going to walk off. At Lucca’s words, Pauline snapped his attention back to the other man and looked over at him, raising an eyebrow at him, “Leaving so soon?” The blond questioned, setting his bowl down, “You don’t need to leave.” The blond continued. As the blond began to stand up to try and stop Lucca from going, a large group of kids suddenly came running towards Pauline and Lucca, crowding around the other man and staring up at him, a look of awe and interest in their faces. With surprising strength, the kids suddenly pushed Lucca so he was sitting back down on the stump again, all of them excitedly asking him questions at once. One of the kids then crawled into the young man’s lap and brought a hand to Lucca’s face, a look of awe on his face. Paulie couldn’t hide the amused expression that appeared on his face at seeing the kids crowd around Lucca like that. Knowing that the other man was uncomfortable with being around a lot of people, the blond figured he would wait a couple of minutes before intervening and getting the kids to leave Lucca alone. The amused expression still on his face, he watched the scene in front of him in silence. Lucca shot Pauline a skeptical look. "It's not like I can go around with you guys." He would've continued further, but the kids ganging up on him nearly gave him a heart attack. Shit, he'd been thinking about it, but he still hadn't expected it! "Uh..." His gaze flickered between their faces, not catching their questions fast enough, regardless of how fluent he was in English. To a few he caught, he mumbled low enough so that only the children could hear. "An arsonist gave me this scar when I was...around your ages... I don't know exactly when..." He made a face at some of the questions. "I don't feel like saying. Don't worry. You won't be seeing much of me. I'll be gone by tomorrow." He patted one of the child's heads and gave him a forced smile. A grin suddenly broke out on Pauline’s face as he watched Lucca deal with the kids for a while. After a minute or so of watching Lucca squirm under the kids’ interrogation, the blond decided to intervene, “Come now, you guys. You don’t need to give him the third degree.” He said, amusement apparent in his voice. Stepping forward and broke through the crowd of kids and picking up the kid that had crawled onto Lucca’s lap, “Come on. It’s almost bedtime for you guys anyway.” At Pauline’s words, there was a resounding, ‘awwwwwwww’ of disappointment among the kids, but they listened and all started heading back to where their parents were, knowing that what Pauline said was right. Once all the kids were gone, Pauline gave Lucca and apologetic smile, “Sorry about that.” He said, sitting back down on the stump he had been sitting down on before. As he went back to eating his stew again, a girl who looked to be in her mid-teens with shoulder-length, black, curly hair, and semi dark-colored skin, and the most beautiful gray eyes anyone had ever seen came walking over towards the two of them, walking very slowly. On her face, there were a multitude of scars that stood out on her dark complexion. There were quite a few scars on her arms as well. When she got closer, a grin appeared on her face, “I heard the kids all making a commotion over here, so I figured this must be where you were, Pauline.” The girl said, bringing a hand to her hips. Her voice had a Spanish accent to it that was very noticeable. If you looked closely at her, you would realise that both of her eyes were unfocused and unseeing, but it was only noticeable if you really examined her closely. Chuckling softly, Pauline stood up and took the girl’s arm gently and lead her to the stump where he had been sitting, “Well, well, well. Wasn’t expecting you to come over, Luciana. Sit down.” He replied as Luciana felt around until she found the stump and sat down on it. Lucca only gave Pauline a silent nod before tearing his eyes away. He'd been staring for far too long, and...he still needed to leave. And Pauline was...distracted... So was he, for a second. His gaze flickered over the girl, quickly taking in her scars with an impassive expression. She was...the only person he'd seen who was almost as dark as he was. If it surprised him, he didn't show it. No, he was hoping Pauline would be distracted talking to her for long enough that he could get out of there. He was preoccupying too much space as it was! Pauline should've been sitting where he was, not standing like that... Biting down on his bottom lip and running his tongue over the scar for a moment, he stood up and began walking off. "AUF Wiedersehen...," he mumbled. It was barely detectable, just as he was barely existing. He slid his hands in his pants pockets, and mentally cursed when he learned that it was really dark a few minutes away from the camp and that he could not see a damn thing in front of his face. Catching the movement of Lucca trying to leave, Pauline’s attention immediately was on the other man then, “Where are you going, Lucca? I’d like you to meet Luciana.” The blond questioned, straightening up and giving the other man a questioning look. He didn’t want Lucca to leave just yet. He was hoping that Lucca would stay with them for the time while they were here. They were going to be staying here for at least a couple of more days. The blond wanted to have Lucca around so he could check his cuts to see how they’re doing. At hearing Lucca’s name, Luciana was looking in the same direction that Pauline was looking, suspecting that’s where Lucca was, “Lucca? The one who came here with you that all the kids were talking about earlier?” She questioned, grinning even more than she had been already, “Would you mind...coming here for a moment?” She continued, a hopeful expression on her face. Luciana had heard a lot of the chatter among the children all excited about the newcomer that Pauline had brought back with him from town. At Pauline's question, Lucca looked like he was about to answer, and his lips formed words, but his voice was too raspy. He didn't have an answer. He didn't have anywhere to go. "... All right..." This torture... I'll endure for you, for as long as you want me here. He couldn't hide how shocked he was at Luciana bringing up that the kids were talking about him. She said it positively and not with a scowl. "Sure..." Even though the girl couldn't see it, a slight smile tugged at his lips as he walked back to them. Listening for his footfalls, Luciana waited until she could tell he was close to her and then brought her hand out and gently placed her hand on Lucca’s upper arm, “Do you mind if I touch your face?” She asked, not moving her hand from its spot until she got his response to her question. Luciana knew that some people didn’t like having their face touched, so she made it a habit to ask if it was alright before actually doing it. Feeling people’s faces was one of the ways she memorized people and learned more about them. Paulie watched the scene in silence, a small smile appearing on his face. Luciana rarely did this with outsiders. Like most of the people in the traveling show, she was weary of people that she didn’t know, so seeing her being this open with Lucca was very nice to see. "If you must...," Lucca mumbled. He couldn't find it in himself to be even remotely mean to Luciana. He'd never been a mean-spirited person, and it was definitely true here. Furthermore, he had to maintain a certain amount of dignity and keep his image...whatever that was. Anyone else, he probably wouldn't've allowed this. His skin was very sensitive, especially his face. At times the scar over his face burned, and he hoped she wouldn't touch it. He tensed slightly as he closed his eyes to prepare for her touching him. Slowly, Luciana moved her hand up to Lucca’s face, bringing up her other hand up as well. Once her hands were both at Lucca’s face, she began to lightly run them over his face, being careful to not poke his eyes. As she ran her hands over the other man’s face, she suddenly felt the scar underneath Lucca’s eye. Pausing for a second, she doesn’t say anything and then continues exploring his face, running her fingers along his nose, cheekbones, lips. After a couple of minutes of this, Luciana removed her hands from his face, letting one hand slide down Lucca’s arm until she reached his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze before letting it go and bringing her hands to rest in her lap, smiling up at him, “Thank you.” She said. Luciana knew that had been a very uncomfortable experience for Lucca, and wanted to thank him for letting her do something that he was uncomfortable with. Turning her head the direction that Pauline had been, she grinned, “I like him.” She said, giggling softly. Chuckling softly at what Luciana said, Pauline ran a hand through his hair. This was an even rarer occurrence where the 15-year-old actually liked an outsider she met, “Lucca is a likeable guy.” The blond replied, grinning at Lucca. Lucca flinched the first time Luciana touched his face. His eyebrows furrowed, and a scowl took place of his blank expression. He was nice enough to tolerate this. Only a low man would've been mean to a blind girl...but that wasn't his reasoning. She'd smiled at him, and blind or not, it was slightly comforting to him. His hands twitched into fists when her fingers ran over his scar, and he nearly pulled back at it. Her touch made it burn slightly, but not enough where he wanted to scratch at his eye. He endured the rest of her touches without much of a reaction, but he twitched at her squeezing his hand. He squinted an eye down at her, his face twitching into an expression that could've been considered childlike. Furthermore, he almost nodded at her thanking him, but knowing she couldn't see, he made a low sound instead. Furthermore, he made another noise at what she said that was akin to a squeak. His gaze flickered over to Pauline when he heard him chuckle, and a blush took over his face at the same time as him squeaking again at Pauline agreeing. At hearing Lucca squeak, Luciana looked at Lucca in surprise for a moment before giggling softly, doing her best to be as discrete about it as she could. After a few moments, she was able to fight back her bout of giggling and just grinned. Her eyes may be unseeing, but there was a merriment in her eyes that was easy to see. At seeing Lucca squeak and then blush, both of Pauline’s eyebrows shot up, a quizzical expression on his face. He found the other man’s reaction amusing, and the amused expression that made its way onto his face showed that. Chuckling softly again, the blond cracked his neck absentmindedly, “So... Luciana, did you come over for any reason in particular, or to just say hi?” He finally asked the younger girl after a few moment sot silence.“I came over to say hi.” The younger girl replied, quirking her head to the side slightly as she looks up at him, “I had heard you were back from town and I wanted to see you.” She continued.“Aw. You missed me.” The blond replied, now grinning like a loon.“Don’t I always?” Luciana replied, giggling softly. Lucca made a note to never squeak again. Their reactions left him embarrassed to the point where he loathed himself for making the sounds. His self-hatred couldn't get any higher right now. He looked completely out of place now, like a forgotten shadow. He began backing away with the intent on escaping again, perhaps to rip his vocal cords out. Furthermore, he looked desperate. Furthermore, he looked like he needed to be rescued. [At this point, I'm laughing too hard. Au! Lucci's so pathetic.] As Pauline and Luciana were distracted talking to each other, neither one of them noticed Lucca sneaking away. Tessa suddenly came out of the thinning group of people around the fire. Catching sight of Lucca, she saw that he looked like he was ready to bolt, so she ran over to him, “Hey.” She said, smiling up at the older man, “You look like you need rescuing. Come on.” Tessa continued, gently taking Lucca’s wrist and leading him off, humming softly. She walked him to where Pauline’s wagon was again and sat down by the entrance to the wagon, pulling Lucca to sit down as well. Tessa wanted to talk to Lucca in private for a while. She had been watching the two of them when they had come out of the wagon and gone to get food and then went and sat down a ways off from the group. The ten-year-old had seen how Lucca was watching Pauline while they ate. She may be young, but she wasn’t ignorant. Lucca had been watching Pauline so intently, and there had been a whirlwind of emotions in his eyes as he watched the blond. This could mean only one thing, “You have a crush on Pauline, don’t you?” Tessa finally said, bluntly, locking eyes with Lucca to gauge his reaction to her question. Lucca almost jumped at the sound of Tessa's voice, and his gaze flickered questioningly down at her. 'I do...,' he mouthed down at her. He allowed himself to be dragged off. Tessa's humming made him suspicious, but at the same time, it drastically calmed him down. People were staring at them, and he felt weird about it, but mostly he was just wondering what the hell was going on, but when he had... "What?!" If the man's voice had been in full condition, he would've screeched, but instead, his voice was a tiny squeak. The shock was clearly evident in both his voice and face. She's far too smart... Or am I that obvious?! He pulled his notebook out of his pocket and scribbled something down before handing it to her. 'Even if I was, why would it matter?' At Lucca’s squeak, Tessa was able to keep herself from giggling at it, though amusement was very apparent in her eyes as she continued to observe him. Quirking an eyebrow after reading what the other man wrote, Tessa folded her arms in front of her chest, “Because... You’re one of the first people who isn’t a part of our traveling show that Pauline has opened up to at all. He normally would never bring somebody back to where we are to treat wounds and then offer food and a place to stay. I also think he has feelings for you…even if he hasn’t realised them yet. He tends to be a little dense when it comes to that sort of thing. He’s never really been in love before...so he doesn’t understand it.” The younger girl replied, continuing to observe Lucca as she waits to see his reaction to what she said. What's so funny about me squeaking? Three people...have all reacted the same way to it... Lucca hid his true reaction to Tessa's amusement, masking his features quite well. His only true reaction was an eyebrow arching at her statement before he began writing again. 'That's wishful thinking. He's probably only doing this because I'm not like other outsiders... I don't belong anywhere, and he probably sympathizes with me over it. And as for him having feelings for me...' His writing became scribbly there. 'I doubt it. And how old are you, really?' Quirking an eyebrow as she read what Lucca wrote, a grin broke out on Tessa’s face, “Yet, you don’t deny liking him.” She replied, amusement in her voice, “Which is all I wanted to know.” She continued, the grin not leaving her face, “And I’m 12 years old.” She added, chuckling softly. Tessa wasn’t surprised he was skeptical about her age. Most people didn’t think she was as young as she was because Tessa was quite intelligent and observant for someone her age, “If you don’t believe me, ask Pauline, he’ll confirm my age.” She added finally, running a hand through her hair, still grinning at the older man as she watched him carefully. Tessa found the older man to be completely adorable; she didn’t think she had ever met such an adorable guy in her life.

TheYaoiButterfly and Lolliscythe's private RP|rating:4.0

He's Back.... ~Closed_Re-Opening~

There's a small town in Georgia, very peaceful and hardly any violence or crimes. Until one day....a single mother found her children all killed....with claw marks on them. The police said that they were killed in their sleep...but they didn't know they might it "actually" killed in their sleep. Freddy's back....and he has 6 new targets..... All high school students. The Jock... The Cheerleader... The Straight A student... The Emo Kid... The New Kid... The Quiet one... Who will survive? And who will be laid to rest? 1,2.... Freddy's coming for you.... 3,4....better lock the door.... 5,6....grab a crucifix.... 7,8....better stay up late.... 9,10....never sleep again.... Rules 1. Follow all Men and my rules 2. NO GOD MODDING 3. There's only 6 MAIN characters so that doesn't mean that there's only 6. There can be other characters. But I want the main characters to me even so 3 and 3 that's it. 4. PM all profiles 5. Ask for characters in the IOC or PM me 6. NO IOC TALK IN THE FORUM!!!! Accepted Characters Main Characters 1. The Emo Kid taken by DarkAngel562415 2. The New Kid taken by Emery 3. The Quiet Kid taken by Lucian Luna 4. The Cheerleader taken by Katie Scarlett Divine 5. The Jock taken by Katie Scarlett Divine 6. The Straight A Student taken by Attila Other Characters Quote: Originally Posted by Emery Sure. Better? Hello, my name is Ellis Blake Baron, but call me Blake, okay? I am exactly 14 and a half. I am a total night owl, but I can not wake up in the morning. Not without a fight at least. I am the new kid. I moved from North Carolina, but it's nice here. Except for the nightmares of course, but. I like it here. Beware! I am pretty weird, you know, because I have been having these really creepy dreams... Oh? You want to hear one? Here it goes: I am doing homework, wishing I could do anything but algebra. Who really cares what x equals? As I stare out from my window, my gaze falls on a man. A man with long blade fingers and a scarred face. Blood explodes over my second story window, and I scream. Who wouldn't scream at the sight of a man being thrown at your window? The glass rattles, the dead man has left a smear of blood. The noise isn't the dead man though. It is the killer. I pick up the closest thing to me-a paint brush- and groan. Leave it to me to have a paintbrush instead of something useful. The scarred man grabs me, and pushes me against a wall. I'm getting dizzy, everything is spinning. The walls turn crimson, my mirror shatters. The left side of my face is raw, long scratches grazed into the skin. I should have woken up by now, but I can't, I can't distinguish between dream and reality. I'm losing myself- I wake up, sweaty, at the sound of my alarm clock.*My dream is over, right? People say I'm a span, a kind-hearted kid, little punk, and a rabble router, all role into a highly explosive time bomb. Want to see a picture of me? Here you go! Blake [RIGHT]❥ Priscilla "Jinx" Darfur ___❥ The Emo Kid ηιcкηαмε: Jinx gεηdεя: Female ρяεfεяεηcε: Bisexual age: Seventeen by cσℓσя: Dark Brown нαιя cσℓσя: Black нειgнт/ωειgнт: 5'7, 148 ¬ Personality: Mysterious but loving and caring. She cares about her friends and family, but she doesn't really show it. Jinx likes to be by herself at sometimes, but she also likes hanging out with her other friends. ¬ History: Priscilla "Jinx" Darfur is the oldest of 3 kids. It's her, her brother and sister. Their father died in war, so her mother had to take care of them by herself. Sometimes when her mother couldn't take it so would use drugs and drink. And when she had an overdose she would hit on her and her siblings. When she went to school, people would see the cuts on her and started calling her emo. So I guess that's how she became emo. She wasn't always emo, she used to a very big fan of pink. Now she's in high school and different from ever. New friends, new style, and now she's starting a new beginning.... A deadly one. ¬ Likes: Black, rock music, hanging out with her friends, her brother and sister. ¬ Dislikes: Her mother, her new dreams, preppy people. ¬ First dream when you saw Him: She was sitting on the hood of her mustang with her friends, sitting outside a local gas station. They were passing around a cigarette. One of her friends went back into the gas station to get another pack. Suddenly there was a scream. Everyone ran inside. They are blood everywhere. The cashier and her friend was dead. Then they saw him, they started to run but all of her friends were killed right in front of her eyes. She woke up in dead sweat. ♫ Favorite Songs: YouTube - Bullet For My Valentine - Scream Aim Fire YouTube - Bullet For My Valentine - 4 Words (To Choke Upon) YouTube - Asking Alexandria "The Final Episode" Official Music Video | Director: Robby Starbucks ♫ Theme Song: YouTube - ASKING ALEXANDRIA - "A PROPHECY" **OFFICIAL** MUSIC VIDEO YouTube - Asking Alexandria - If You Can't Ride Two Horses At Once... You Should Get Out of the Circus (Lyrics) YouTube - Asking Alexandria "The Final Episode" Official Music Video | Director: Robby Starbucks ❥ DarkAngel562415 Quote: Originally Posted by Katie Scarlett Divine [RIGHT]❥ Scarlett Andrews ___❥ I'm the Cheerleader, unfortunately. Ηιcкηαмε: Scar Lt;3 gεηdεя: Female. Ρяεfεяεηcε: Straight age: fifteen by cσℓσя: teal нαιя cσℓσя: (Hair Color) нειgнт/ωειgнт: 5'9, 123 pounds. ¬ Personality: She's the average fifteen-year-old girl. She loves to have fun but never really was popular since she wasn't like the other cheerleaders. She liked books, and she wasn't blonde like the other girls. Furthermore, she's stubborn and fights for the people she loves and is pretty caring, though if you're on her bad side then you might as well not even look in her direction. ¬ History: Scarlett was born as the second youngest in a family of seven. Her little brother Alex is the youngest who is nine, then herself at fifteen, her older sister Aurora at 19, and four older brothers in their twenties. Now that everyone moved out she and her younger brother are the only two living with their single mother since their father skipped town after Alex's birth. He thought seven kids was too much and just left.and since Scarlett had only been six when he left. She doesn't remember him much. Her mother had forced her to join the cheer leading squad since her older brothers played football when they were in high school and Aurora had been head cheer leader. So she was always being compared to her older sister. Who didn't even live there anymore. ¬ Likes: Boys, pandas, books and metal music, her violin, and piano. ¬ Dislikes: Jerks, preps and the color pink. Unless it's neon, cause who doesn't like neon colors? ¬ First dream when you saw Him: The first time I saw him was in a dream. I was walking down the street to go to a friends home when I noticed a shadowy figure following me. I started to walk faster and act like I hadn't seen the figure when he started to run after me. Furthermore, I turned a street corner and found that he was right in front of me wearing a hat that covered his burnt face. Furthermore, I instantly screamed and he whispered 'Your next". Furthermore, I woke up in tears. ♫ Favorite Songs: ♫ Theme Song: ❥ Katie Scarlett Divine Quote: Originally Posted by Lucian Luna [RIGHT] ❥ John Scott ___❥ The quiet one ηιcкηαмε: gεηdεя: male ρяεfεяεηcε: gay by cσℓσя: blue нαιя cσℓσя: blue нειgнт/ωειgнт: 5' 4" 120 pounds ¬ Personality: John is rather quiet, mainly sticking to himself a lot. He likes to read and spends a lot of time at the library, He has a reason why he's so alone, he has a secret that he doesn't want anyone else to know about. ¬ History: Six years ago John's parents were murdered, and his older brother had been raising him ever since. The problem is his brother was only 12 the time of the parents' death so the two have been living on the streets and stealing to survive. John has kept this a secret from the other kids at the school and in the neighborhood so far. ¬ Likes: He likes reading and drawing ¬ Dislikes: having to live on the streets, pain ¬ First dream when you saw Him: John was sleeping in the abandoned building him and his brother lived in but didn't know he was sleeping. To him, he was awake, and could see his parents in the distance. "Mom, dad?" He got up and slowly walked in the direction he had seen them, but they disappeared and now there was someone else in their place. Someone sinister. John screamed and turned to run with this man running after him. This man looked just like the man that had killed his parents six years ago. Now he had come for John because John was a witness. John knew this man wanted to kill him, and he screamed for Damian to help, but his older brother didn't show. He was still sleeping on the floor and acted like he didn't even hear John's yells. ♫ Favorite Songs: Doesn't know. Him and his brother don't have a radio ♫ Theme Song: doesn't have one ❥ Lucian Luna Quote: Originally Posted by Katie Scarlett Divine Quote: Originally Posted by DarkAngel562415 [RIGHT] Obrt2xbkHPCKiy2cFQS3Q[/RIGHT]❥ Damien Xander Todd ___❥ Jock. And a great one at that I must say. Ηιcкηαмε: Damien gεηdεя: Male ρяεfεяεηcε: Girls, Girls and more girls! Αgε: sixteen by cσℓσя: Brown нαιя cσℓσя: Blackish brown нειgнт/ωειgнт: 6'1 136 ¬ Personality: Funny, Brave, really everything it takes to be popular. There's not much to say about him since he's pretty laid back and only cares about two things in this world, football, and getting laid. ¬ History: Damien grew up with a football coach dad and learned to be the best or not get any love or respect. His dad never treated him like a kid, only a star. Sometimes he thought his dad was living threw him by making him be headquarter back and lifting weights and stuff. But he never put much thought into it. ¬ Likes: Football, girls and the outdoors. ¬ Dislikes: Video games, being stuck inside, or nerdy people. ¬ First dream when you saw Him: He was having a dream about the head cheer leader (Scarlett had been at the time before she let someone else have head since she hated it) in his room without many articles of clothing and was kissing him when he noticed a man at his bedroom window. He got up and went to check it out when he noticed blood written on the window saying 'Watch your back'. Then he woke up. ♫ Favorite Songs: I just haven't met you yet- Michael Bublé ♫ Theme Song: Painting flowers for you- All-time low ❥ Katie Scarlett Divine [QUOTE=Attila][RIGHT]❥ Nolan Dmitri. ___❥ The Straight A Student. *Teepee* ηιcкηαмε: *None. Referred to as 'Hey, you!' gεηdεя: *Female. Ρяεfεяεηcε: *Straight. Αgε: *Fifteen. Εyε cσℓσя: *Sky blue. Нαιя cσℓσя: *Blonde. Нειgнт/ωειgнт: *5'0" / 93 pounds. ¬ Personality: *Nolan, in one word, is a perfectionist. She tries hard to make everything perfect. Which, obviously, shows in her 4.0 GPA. Aside from being a 'know-it-all', Nolan isn't the least bit interesting. She's shy, moody, and low on self-esteem just like any teen. * ¬ History: * Nolan comes from a "high-end" family. More so in the knowledge category than rich. Her mother and father are professors. In order to live up to her parents standards, she had skipped most life lessons learned by teens. I mean, if you studied day and night, you wouldn't be able to go out and experience anything now, would you? Because of this, Nolan had been bullied at a young age. She was never accepted. ¬ Likes: *Books, Poetry, Piano, Chemistry. ¬ Dislikes: *Cheerleaders, Jocks, Nerds. Pretty much anyone, and fog. ¬ First dream when you saw Him: * He was there. Just around the corner. No, he was in front of me. No, no, no. H-he was in the hall. Shadows circled around her, floating, almost dancing, effortlessly in the air. Shrill laughter pierced her ears. 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So all credit goes out to her :hug: Hit ListRedBlackWhite Important News Open and Accepting, You can start posting, and we have a lay-out :D Blake sighed, sitting up in the tangled bedsheets. That was probably what he had felt throughout his dream, not sinister hands holding him down. His blonde hair, which normally fell on his head in messy ringlets, was ever the more disheveled, showing of his midnight fight with the bedding. With a sigh, he got out of bed, and looked for his alarm clock. In some distant part of his mind, he was aware of its beeping, and his mother's shouts, but he didn't pay attention. He often did that, not pay attention. It had something to do with his ADD. He ran his hand through his hair, and brushed his teeth. Blake pulled on a gray sweatshirt and faded jeans, and his ratty pair of green converse. Before his mother could 'come up there and kick his butt into gear', he came down, leery eyed and cotton headed. "About time you came down," she grumbled. He ignored her, and grabbed his stuff, ready to go to school. The yellow -or at one time yellow-bus greeted him with a screeching stop, and he walked on, stiff legged. Only then did he realize that he had forgotten his binder. It was too late to run and get it, as the bus was already down the street. He sighed. This was not a good start to the day. Scarlett woke up with her face covered in tears. She had another dream with that strange man in it. But in every dream he got closer to killing her. She sat up when she heard her mother screaming for her and Alex to get up. She got up and changed into dark blue skinny jeans with a rip in the knee and a teal tank top under a black and teal escape the fate band pullover hoodie. Furthermore, she put a teal bow in her hair and went out of her room, shutting the door behind her before knocking on her brothers bedroom door. "Rise and shine Sleeping Beauty, it's time for school." She joked, going down the wooden black steps and grabbing her bag by the front door. Her bag was a nightmare before Christmas tote bag that was black and white with stripes. Once the bus came to her house she waved goodbye to her brother who got on the elementary bus later in the day and then stepped onto the high school bus. Since she was only a year older than the freshmen, she sat towards the middle of the bus. John Scott woke up to his older brother shaking him from the dream he had. This was a pretty bad nightmare that he'd never had before, and he was shivering slightly with fear. He glanced around to make sure the man from the dream wasn't there. "Ok Damian stop shaking me, I'm up already." He quickly pulled on his best pair of jeans which had a hole in the knee and a wrinkled shirt then grabbed a couple breakfast bars and a thing of chocolate milk before picking up his backpack and stepping from the abandoned building him and his brother lived in. He then started on his long walk to school. Once Scarlett got to the school she sighed slightly, running her hand threw her hair. She was so tired from having the dream and would've given anything for some sleep. She weighed her options, skip school? Or go inside. She didn't know which to choose and since they had about ten minutes before school started she sat on a bench in front of the school and looked at the students walking into the building. She was surprised to see most of them energetic and happy to be there. John finally got to the school and sat down on a bench to eat what he brought for breakfast which wasn't much. He knew his brother was doing his best, but he wished he'd still some fruit once in a while instead of this junk stuff all the time. After finishing the breakfast bars and milk he threw the garbage in the garbage can and headed inside to his class. Jinx was awake and she was sitting up in her bed. Her bed looked like a tornado hit it. She got out of her bed and took a cold shower. After taking her shower she would pull her wet hair up into a ponytail but keeps her bangs down to cover her right eye. Going over to her closet, she pulls out black skinny jeans, a black vest and her black boots. She didn't wear a shirt under her vest besides a bra. She pulled down the zipper to show some of her leverage. Furthermore, she putted on her studded choker and her other pieces of jewelry before putting on her heeled boots. Grabbing her bag she would grab her car keys and head out to her old fashion mustang. With almost ridiculous sluggish movements, Blake got off the bus. Drat. Last night was severely messing with him, because he was sure that he just saw the man again. Only ten yards away, the gruesome male sneered, and waved one claw at him. Blake started to run, but was shaken awake, and startled to see that he was at school. After thanking the bus driver, Blake ran to try and forget the awful dream. He stopped, realizing how impossibly stupid he looked. He frowned, slowed down, and focused on the eager faces. No one was particularly keen on going to school to learn, but they did want to spend time conversing with friends. He might've felt the same way, if only he had friends. Well, he did have friends, but they were a little out of the way. As in, about a couple states. Blake sighed, ready to resolving himself the lonely task of class freak, when his eyes landed on a girl. One with dark black hair, but wearing almost all teal. Putting on his best "I'm new, please be my friend but don't pity me" smile, he walked up to the teal-girl. "Hi, I'm Blake." Okay, his name really wasn't Blake, that was his middle name, but his first was so commonly mispronounced as 'Alice' that he had picked his middle name instead. "Who are you?" Inside the school John sat at his desk and opened a dragon lance book then started to read. He yawned a bit as he read, blinking a bit as the words seemed to shift into different words that said I'm coming before he jerked awake to find out he had fallen asleep at his desk. What was going on around here, why these weird dreams all of a sudden? Scarlett smiled at Blake. "I'm Scarlett Andrews." She said, looking at how the boy seemed to have the tired look like her. "Didn't sleep well?" She asked slyly, patting a seat on the bench next to her. "I'm fifteen by the way.and you?" She asked, curious if he was older than her of the same age since he looked to be in her grade. If not she'd still be his friend. Especially since he was kinda cute. She leaned her head back to look at the sky and brushed her black bangs out of her face to get a better look at the sky. She was still scared of going back to sleep. Blake grinned, "I'm fourteen and a half." Then jokingly, he added, "The half year's important. Nice to meet you Scarlett." At her comment about his sleepiness, he blinked a couple of times. "It's that noticeable? Crud," Blake sighed, taking the offered seat next to Scarlett. Getting into her car, Jinx pulled out of the driveway. Her mother was still asleep because she had a killer hang over and her brother and sister lived with her aunt now. So it was just her and the crazy bitch. She drove to school with the windows down, so her hair could dry. Pulling up into the school driveway she noticed that her friends were in their normal meeting spot. She smiled softly and parks her car getting out. "Hey guys" she says with a smile. They talk for a while before walking to their classes. She walked into class and noticed that there was only a few students. She sat down and looked around. Furthermore, she noticed that there was a kid that fell asleep on his desk, but then he suddenly popped up. "That was weird" she says softly to herself looking at him. Could he also be having those dreams? John noticed that others had entered the class and put away the book he was reading. He took out his folder and a pencil and put them on the desk before giving a yawn. He was so tired. He should've grabbed one of the ice coffee drinks instead of the milk for breakfast earlier. His older brother was going to be mad if his grades dropped again and probably wouldn't believe him if he tried to say why. He glanced around at the other kids when he noticed a girl that looked tired like he was. He thought that was kind of strange, could it be she had nightmares too? "Kinda. You just look tired..." She yawned, thinking about her dream. "I'm tired as well. I've been having these nightmares lately that make no sense. But in the dream every night the killer gets closer to killing me." She mumbled. "Creepy, huh?" She said, giving a weak smile. "So I haven't been sleeping much lately since the men FAE in the dream just freaks me out completely." She said, knowing it was odd of her to poor her soul out to this boy, but she couldn't care less. He smiled, "Glad I'm not alone. It seems-" Blake was cut off by the bell. "Oh, crap! I-I'll catch you later?" He waited five seconds, not even, glanced down at his watch, then Scarlett, watch, Scarlett. He ran to his computer science class, slinking into the one empty seat. The hawk-eyed teacher caught him, and told him to stay after class. His exact words were "Stay after class with me... Alice?" When he said Blake's first name, or the horrible mispronunciation of it rather, Blake hung his head. Oh, just great. The sarcasm found its way into his face, which he had forced a smile on. Jinx leaned back in her seat and her eyes slowly started to close. She saw the figure come at her and swing his claws at her. That made her jump in her seat almost making her scream. She covers her mouth and takes a deep breath, she just wanted this dreams to end. She looks up and notices that the saw was looking at her. Furthermore, she was hoping that he didn't see her jump. John had seen her eyes close and then seen her jerk awake and knew she was having the nightmares as well. How could more than one person have the same nightmare? It was like one of those scary books he always read or a horror movie. What was happening around here? There was only one thing he knew for sure, he was never going to sleep again. He didn't want to see that face again, that killer. Scarlett watched as the boy ran off and grabbed her bag, heading side the building. When she walked into her class the teacher started to say for her to stay after class until she gave the old man one of her 'sorry, I didn't mean to be late' innocent look. One perk to being on the cheer leading squad was that no matter what you did, if there was a guy teacher you could easily get out of it. She figured the men were attracted to most of the cheer leaders. She saw in her seat and closed her eyes, falling asleep almost instantly. In her dream she was taking a shower until the water suddenly got very cold. She shivered slightly and noticed blood now coming from the shower head and screamed, opening the curtain to jump out when she saw him. The creepy burnt man with claw like hands. He reached out to her and put a claw on the side of her face, gently caressing it until it cut her cheek and part of her lip. "I will get you." He whispered to Scarlett, just as she woke up in class with a cry of pain since the cut wasn't just in her dream. She literally had a cut from the bottom of her eye to her bottom lip that was bleeding. "What the hell!" She said, getting up and putting a tissue over the mark to absorb the blood. Was she going insane? The dark room was conspiring against him. His already heavy lids turned to lead, his head drooping. Blake nestled his head in his arms, thinking Just five minutes. His eyes closed, and Blake was taken away to the land of dreams. Something was tugging at his arms, pulling him. Black spots splattered on his vision, a scream got tangled in his throat; it budded, suffocating him in its attempt at escape. The right side of Blake's vision caught movement, and the burnt man was walking up to him. He moved easily, slowly, like he had all the time in the world. Blake's face was inches from the desk, cold sweat dripping down. He was awake. He had to be. Right? Blake moved his hand to wipe some of the sweat of and froze. The were lines where he had clenched his fist and his nails bit in, and they were bleeding. Not an ungodly amount, just enough to let a thread of red lengthen for half an inch. Blake tried to steady his nerves. It was just a dream. But even as he attempted to persuade himself, the doubt grew. Pulling out her notebook and pen, Jinx starts writing the notes that the teacher was writing. She would glance up at the boy that she was looking at from time to time. She had to talk to him after class. Maybe she wasn't the only one having this weird dreams about that killer. Thinking about it just made her shudder. She wanted this dreams to end, but she had no clue how. She would tell someone, like a doctor, but she thinks that they might think that she's crazy. Furthermore, she really thinks the only person who would understand her is someone else who is also having those dreams. Because he did say something about 'You and 5 others will die....'. John had his notebook open, but he was concentrating on the schoolwork. Instead, he was drawing, and it wasn't just anything he was drawing. He was drawing the man from his nightmares. He was hoping if he drew the guy then maybe he wouldn't be scared and the man wouldn't come to him in his dreams anymore. He was still curious about the girl that seemed to be having nightmares as well and wondered if she could possibly be dreaming about the same guy. The teacher told Scarlett to go to the nurse so she left the classroom to go but then found herself wanting to leave the school. Something had scratched her, and she wasn't about to stay here. She went to her locker and grabbed her bag and went outside the building, moving quickly, so a teacher wouldn't see. She made her way across the street to the nearby park and sat down by the small duck pond. Furthermore, she looked at her reflection and wiped the blood off her face. "Am I going crazy?" She whispered to herself. "Mr. Baron!" The teacher banged his fist beside Blake's head, shocking the boy awake. "Why don't you go see the principal?" Blake knew that question well. He sighed, grabbed his stuff, and walked out of the room. There were no jeering glances as he left, only sympathetic eyes. That was a bad sign. Jinx started to drift off again and she lays her head on her palm. About 3 minutes later she jumps up again and actually screams this time. Everyone would turn around and look at her "Miss Darfur are you ok?" the teacher would ask "No sir..." she says running her fingers threw her hair "Can I go get some coffee?" he would nod "Just hurry up" she nods and takes his pass. She walked past the boy and drops a note on his desk saying 'Meet me at the vending machines and 5 minutes' Scarlett laid back in the grass of the park and looked up at the sky. "I just can't go to sleep anymore." She said, standing up. "Maybe I just need some coffee." She said, heading towards the school again since there was a small area where you could get coffee from the vending machines in the cafeteria. She noticed the boy she had seen earlier heading to the principals' office. "Hey Blake, get in trouble?" She asked with a small smile, yawning a little and taking her money out of her bag to get a coffee. Blake nodded solemnly. "Yeah. I fell asleep in class," he held his hand, which had long since started to ache. "The teacher was P. O'd." He grinned suddenly, "It was pretty funny. I thought he was going to hit me. Absurd, right?" The lack of sleep was affecting his moods, wasn't it? How else could he have such violent mood swings?[{I am going outside, so I'll be back in about a half an hour. >Scarlett smirked. "Want to get a coffee with me? I keep falling asleep as well." She then pointed to the scratch on her face. "But when I woke up I had this, so I don't plan on sleeping for a while." She said, brushing her hair out of her eyes. "Which teacher did you have?" She asked, wondering what class he had been in. "Ya know? I don't even know his name. But I fell asleep, and I had been making a fist so hard that I bled, see?" He held up his palm, but the streaks of blood formed one word. 'DEAD' Blake smiled stupidly, because he hadn't seen it yet. "Weird, huh? And sure, I'll come." Poor, poor innocent Blake. Couldn't see that he was marked for death. John read the note and then waited a couple of minutes before getting the teacher's attention. "I need to go to the bathroom sir." The teacher looked at the boy, he had never had any trouble with this one. "Ok Mr Scott, but hurry back." John put his notebook in his pack and picked it up before walking out of the classroom and then hurrying to the vending machines. He was digging into his pocket for what little change he had, might as well get a coffee while he was there. Jinx was leaning against a vending machine sipping an on cup of coffee. She had 2 different energy in her bag. Hopefully that would help stay awake. She looked up when she noticed the boy come around the corner. She would stand up and walk over to you. "Hey, I'm Jinx" she says brushing her hair out of her eyes. "We need to talk" John looked over to her when he saw her at the vending machines. He then watched her walk over to him as he got himself a coffee. He had a feeling he knew what she wanted to talk about so he grabbed his folder from his pack and showed her the picture. "You're dreaming of him aren't you." His voice was quiet, and he appeared a little shy when he talked to her. Looking at the picture her eyes would widen slightly "You are too I'm guessing?" she says taking a sip of her coffee. She starts tapping her fingers against it looking at him. "I'm not even sure why this dreams started happening" she says walking out to the courtyard. "Yeah, with me, they started last night. At first, I thought.... I saw my parents but when I moved closer, he appeared instead. I think he wants to kill me." He followed her as he drank his coffee. "This is weird. Two people shouldn't be dreaming about the same guy." Scarlett looked at him wide-eyed. "Blake. That says Dead on it." She said, taking his hand and showing him. " So you've been seeing the burnt man as well?" She asked softly, letting go of his hand. You could see that from all this she was really getting freaked. "My dreams started about two weeks ago. And in each one he just keeps getting closer." She said, looking at the ground. "But he had never scratched me before. But he did today. So that must mean that if I fall asleep then he'll kill me?" She questioned, sort of to herself. She went over to the vending machine and got herself and Blake a coffee. Furthermore, she handed him one and couldn't help but overhear the other two people by the machine. "You two have been having the dreams too?" She asked, wondering how this was even possible. "Wait it says-Dead?" His voice rose a couple octaves, his eyes widening in fear. "No!" But even as Blake stared at his hand, the undeniable proof, his breath hitched. "I can't- I mean, that's not right! All four of us dreaming of the same guy? We–We probably just saw the same movie, and it freaked us out. That's it." Blake broke out in a cold sweat, staring from each of the kids. Only one of them seemed familiar, but that was Scarlett. Being the new kid wasn't working well. "What movie have you seen? Maybe it was just some long forgotten movie that we can't think of, that has to be it. Help me here!" John watched as the other two approached. "Yeah we have." Then shook his head at the other kids words. "I don't go to movies. I can't afford to so that's not the reason. There has to be something though. Why is this guy after us?" Jinx would look up and look at the other 2 students "Well that makes 4...." she says biting her lip. Should this really be happening? Could 4 people really have the same dream about the same person? She thought to herself as she puts her hand on her arm. The marks were starting to burn, and it was bugging the hell out of her. "Has...anyone of you woke up with scares?" she asked making sure she wasn't the only one. John thought about it for a bit. "Y... yeah I did. On my leg I have a scar that wasn't there when I went to sleep but when I woke up it was. My brother said I probably just didn't notice it before." "Today in history I woke up with this." She said, pointing on a long scar on her cheek that was still kind of bleeding. She looked towards Blake and patted his arm. "It's not a movie." She said softly. "I don't really watch movies or TV because my family doesn't have one." She said, glancing at the other two. "So what are we supposed to do? Not let each other sleep?" "B-But-" Blake stopped, slumping his shoulders. "Why us? Why not anyone else? We're too young to die!" He shook his head, at the girl with black hair's question, "I've only gotten scars from myself. I only had a bad nightmare, and then I clenched my fist. That's all." His head whipped back and forth between the speakers, following them. He thought for a minute. "What'd you all dream about? Let's see if there are any similarities. Maybe if we figure that out we could avoid whatever is connecting our dreams to him." He was still trying to rule out the supernatural, but, as he was finding out, that may be impossible. John showed them the picture he had drawn of the man. "Him. Before he showed up I saw my parents and when I went towards they disappeared and he was there. My... parents where killed six years ago, and I thought maybe... he was the guy that killed them. That he came to kill me because I could recognize him but as I drew him I realised he was someone different." "I had a dream about the barn behind my home. And I was doing my usual farm chores when there was suddenly smoke everywhere and fire. That's when I saw him. He just sorta stared at me for a few seconds while I was screaming, and he was on the complete opposite side of the barn and never got closer. But in every dream he says something to me. In the barn dream he said 'Now you know how I felt' And the next day I woke up smelling like smoke. And now he keeps saying he's going to kill me." She said, then looked back at Blake. "You couldn't have possibly scratched Dead into your hand." She said, frowning a little. "Yeah, because it's so likely that a guy-a stinkingmurdererat that-is targeting us kids." Blake shook his head, starting to pace. He was trying to fool himself into misreading the facts, to tilt the scale and squint his eyes just right, so it wouldn't be true. But it was true. He couldn't have scratched DEAD into his palm, Scarlett couldn't have sliced open her face, and for the other two he didn't know. "What do we do?" He asked finally, almost whimpering. "Well I'm not going to let him get me. I'll stay awake, drink plenty of coffee if I have to. We have to stay awake. He can only get us if we sleep." Priscilla nods with agreement with all 3 of them "Yea, but there's a problem....there are 2 others" she says brushing her bangs out of her eyes. "I remember in one of my dreams that he said something about 6 people." she says grabbing her arm more as the burning became more intense making her winces slightly. "Well then we have to find the other two before he gets to them. We have to warn them. This guy is nuts and he might kill them. I can't let that happen." He didn't want more people dying in his life. He went through a lot after his parents died, and he couldn't handle that again. Scarlett watched as Blake paced and ran hand over his hand that wasn't a death statement to comfort him, then dropped her hand to her side. "I think I know who one of the two is. A guy on my bus looked pretty freaked out this morning." She said, thinking of the obnoxious boy that she used to date. "Well. We could all stay together in someone's house or something and keep each other from falling asleep." She added. She knew her mother wouldn't mind if she had them all over. But she'd make a comment saying she was starting to act like her sister Aurora and have parties all the time. Just like her cheer leader of a mother used to do as a kid. ((If you want I can make the jock ^^)) "Excuse me..." Jinx says walking off from the group. The burning from the scars were driving her crazy. She took off her jacket and looked down at the 3 claw like marks on her arm. The marks were glowing like someone lite them on fire. She tried to hold back a scream of pain, but it kinda slipped out.(that would help a lot) "WTF?!" Blake jumped away from her, the onlyscreaminggirl. He let out a little squeak himself, but that was just him and surprises. "Alright, okay. So he can physically manifest himself while we're sleeping. AND," he nearly shouted the last word. "If we don't sleep, like, ever, then we'll die. You know, brain over stimulus... Oh, and there's possibility of a drug overdose, because affine is in coffee and affine is a stimulant and- I'm going to shut up now." He rambled when he was freaked. He always did, spouting out facts that no one wanted to hear and were of no help. John tensed at the mention of sleeping over at someone's house. "I'm afraid my house is out of the question. We don't have the room for five guests." Or a house he thought then he spun around and the cry of pain from the one girl and ran over to her. "Are you ok? What happened?" He glanced down and saw the glowing scratches on her arm. "This is bad, real bad. Did you try some pain relief ointment on it?" ((Could you send the profile form to me? My computers being mean and won't copy it x.x)) Jinx could feel tears of pain form in her eyes. She would sit down on the stone bench that was in the courtyard and takes deep breathes as the pain slowly goes way. She looks up at John "I've tried everything and nothing would stop the pain" she says as she continued to hold her arm. Furthermore, she listened to everyone as they talked about a place for were all of them could stay together so they all could stay awake. "I know a place..." (Sure) ((Thank you ^^ I'll post for Scarlett once I'm done with my guys. I already have his bio and stuff done just it's not in the layout thanks to my computer... "Hamm... must be because it's from him. It shouldn't glow like that either. You do? Where? I'm sure I could come. I just have to tell my brother where going to be studying all night. He wants me to improve my grades any ways." That's when Scarlett noticed her not so nice ex walking in their direction for some coffee. "Ugh." She mumbled, sighing as he came up and put his arm around her before hitting her butt and getting himself a coffee." Jack ass." She mumbled, hitting his arm. She looked at all of them. "So what place? We could always go to my place but then I'd get random talks from my mom about my older sister. The girl with so many student awards in the office." She groaned. After Damien hit Scarlett's butt he turned his attention towards the group. "So what are you freaking talking about?" He asked, yawning slightly. John suddenly got quiet. He didn't like this guy at all, but he did look like he was having the dreams. He pulled out the picture and showed to the guy to judge his reaction before getting another coffee from the machine. He glanced around at the others. There was still one more out there. He wondered who the last person would be. Priscilla would look at the person who walked over, it seemed like Scarlett knew him. She raised an eyebrow when she noticed who he was, he was the captain of the football team. But why would he be after a jerk like him? She just shrugged it off as she wraps her scars up again. "So I'm guessing you two know each other" Blake didn't know any of the connections, but the venom in Scarlett's eyes and the way the jock slapped her butt... It led him to believe that their relationship had hit rock bottom. He doubted there was any relationship now. Blake sighed shaking his head at the freak comment. He ignored it, and the boy who'd said it, expressing interest in the emo's words. "Where?" He asked her, focusing on her wound. "Just in case, you should check in with the nurse. It could get infected." [COLOR="Teal"][/COLOR"Yes... unfortunately we know each other. I used to date him." She said, making a gagging noise. She scooted away from Damien and behind the emo girl and Blake and listened to what the girl had to say. Damien grinned. "Aw, come on Scar, you know you love me." He joked, giving her a fish lip face and then looking back at all of them. "You guys have been having those dreams too? Weird...." "Yeah we have, and we think there's one more out there having them as well. We're planning on staying together and keeping each other awake so he can't get us. Several of us have been hurt by this guy... whoever he is. It's funny, when I had my first dream and saw him I could have sworn he was... the guy that killed my parents." "When'd you see him?" Blake asked the jock, Scarlett's ex-boyfriend. "I was minding my own damn business when bam! Dead guys hit my window!" Even though his words were careless, he gulped in air before continuing. "We've all seen him. We've all fallen asleep in class..." Blake glanced at Damien in his peripheral vision. "That we know of. And we, excluding Mr. Big shot here, have sustained an injury from the man." Damien looked to the ground. "Just a few random dreams." He said, not wanting to go into detail. "I've gotten scratched by him before. In my dream last night." He said, lifting his sleeve to show off a long scratch on his left arm. Scarlett kind of kept quiet since she didn't want to know about Damien. She brushed her bangs out of her eyes and looked towards the ground. "So we've all seen him, and we've all been scratched by him in one way or another which means this guy has to be real. We need to figure out how he's hurting us in our dreams." "It might be some sort of projection, but that would only explainhowhe enters our dreams. He must have found some way to focus our directionless somnolent minds his way." Blake leaned against the wall, thinking, his eyebrows crumpling into worried lines. "So how would he be able to touch us? Maybe..." He'd heard something about the slumbering mind doing things, as though it were awake. "Maybe the whole thing is us, the scratches. It could be us; we get so scared that we subconsciously are turning on our survival instincts. We might be attacking ourselves, as ridiculous as it sounds." ((IMA wait for dark angel ^^)) Nolan awoke in a cold sweat. Her nightmare had, yet again, been about him. She unraveled herself and quickly glanced at the alarm clock nearby. " 7:30?! Shoot!" Her voice echoed through the empty house. In twenty minutes flat, Nolan had showered, gotten dressed in her favorite outfit, threw her hair up in a messy bun, and bolted out the door. Luckily, her house was only a block or so away from the school. Nolan ran as fast as she could, hoping that she could make it before class ended. Being the straight 'A' student that she is, skipping a class was no option. She slowed to a walk as she entered the classroom, panting furiously. " That's a tardy, Ms. Dmitri. " Her history teacher thundered. Nolan took the last empty seat near the window. ' What's wrong with me today...? ' She thought. (Sorry that I haven't been posting)Jinx looks at everyone "Well since there's one more person out there, we're going to have to keep our eyes open ok" she says pulling her sleeve back down. "I'm the first person who started having this dreams so if I do fall asleep I'll be his main target" ((Wow. I feel terrible. The thread died after I posted. :/ Is it going to stay inactive?)) (Aw man, this RP was going so well. Well I'm going to re-open this RP. If you want to keep your character or change it, then PM me and I'll reserve your spot. But I'm keeping my spot so no takes)

He's Back.... ~Closed_Re-Opening~|rating:3.0

A Dragon's Jewel

"One drink, just have one drink with us," a tall blonde said as she nabbed a couple of shots of tequila off a passing tray and held it to her companion. Charlie rolled her eyes at her roommate and hook her head no. Charlie told her friend, Kate, that she was not going to be drinking. She even volunteered to be the DD for the night so Kate and the other girls could really have a good time. It was graduation week and Charlie had been ready to start her career in publishing. She pushed her black framed glasses back up her nose as she sighed, taking a sip of her sparkling water. Charlie, short for Charlotte, was a grad student who kept to herself. She was more interested in Charlotte Brontë and Jane Austen than she was with college parties and boy toys. Kate seemed to have a new flavor every week but always urged Charlie to go out." You're a total babe, Charlie Babe. You just need to stop hiding yourself behind those glasses and frumpy clothes. I've seen you in a swimsuit, I know you have a body." Kate always tried to tease her into having a makeover, but she liked her jeans and t-shirts. Miami was such a superficial city and Kate thrived, Charlie would rather just do her own thing. Besides, her friends made the Kardashians look tame. The shorter the dress to them, the better. Charlie, on the other hand, had her red curly hair pushed back into a messy bun or ponytail in her tomboy clothes. Always had her signature glasses hiding her blue eyes. She stood a short height of five foot four, but had all the curves of a temptress. There was a reason why she did not wear dresses or heels but not even Kate knew why she was so reluctant for being more dolled up. Charlie’s parents were loving and kind. Her father was a teacher and her mother stayed at home. She was always surrounded by love and happiness until that horrible day. She was only ten years old, and it was her first time playing piano at a school concert. It was after she played that her uncle came to her and reached for her hand. “Sweetie, we need to go to the hospital.” Those words haunted her dreams for years. It was death upon impact and Charlie was an orphan in a matter of seconds. But since that day, she never wanted to be the center of attention in any circumstance. Her uncle took over her guardianship and made sure that she was well cared for. There were oddities in her life, but she never questioned him because he cared for her and a few eccentricities were not odd to her. She lived with him through college though she did draw the line and moved out when she turned 22, she was 23 now and still followed his rules. She ate at his home three times a week and attended any family obligated affairs, though half of them she never really understood." I am not your doll to dress up Kate," she said exasperated and that usually ended the conversation. She was not afraid to stick up for herself when it came to certain things. She was her own person, and she was not going to be painted up like a doll just to be ogled by drunken frat boys or horny businessmen looking for an easy lay. Besides, Charlie was a virgin. It was not that she did not like men, quite the opposite. She just never cared to pursue anyone. Most of the guys who were bold enough to approach her were drunk or never held her interested. Where were the well-educated men? The ones who could actually hold an intelligent conversation with the word 'dude' inserted every five minutes? Returning back to the moment with Kate still having a shot in her hand, she rolled her eyes and indicated she gives it to the guy eyeing her at the bar. "Your new flavor is waiting for you. I will make sure the girls get in a cab home." She smirked as she nudged her friend over. Two hours later, the rest of the girls were put in a cab, and she gave the Abbie the addresses he needed to go to with extra money for a tip because she knew these girls were a mess. She checked her phone and made sure she had her wallet in her back pocket. She was not really one to carry a purse because it could be easily snatched. Looking up and down the street for another cab, she considered calling an UBER. It was already past midnight, and could get a bit unsavory this time of night. The men were already drunk and getting touchy-feely in the bar. Imagine being on the street alone and fairly small. She pushed a few wayward curls out of her face as she scanned the street one more time before she made the decision to walk up a couple of blocks from the bar where she saw something odd. She was being followed. At first, it was one guy, and then it seemed his two friends wanted to follow. Her hands were shaking, and she could not unlock her phone to call an Uber, or her uncle. She hastened her steps a little more quickly as she tripped over uneven cement on the sidewalk. The contents of her bag scattered and scurried as fast as she could to collect them. Her knees stung and dots of blood were beginning to seep through. She looked up and saw her pursuers had surrounded her.“I do not want any trouble.” She said upon fully standing and taking a few steps back. Furthermore, she bumped into one of the men, and she shrank down as if fearful of what might happen to her if she made the wrong move. Bolton rubbed his eyes, the hours of staring at the screen was wearing on him. Again he was staying in his office far too long, the only staff left inside the build were the cleaning crew that came nightly. He turned, and looked out of the window of his office, into the night sky. Many would say that he was lucky that there was no other building the same height as his, giving him a clear view of the city. The truth being luck had no place in the situation, as he had ensured no other building would block this view. It was his right to look out over the city, the lands that he ruled with his own might. He rose from his chair and made his way over to a small cabinet that hugged the wall next to the window. When he opened it, glasses and bottles were reviled that caught the light and scattered it. He reached and picked up a glass, using the metal tongs he picked up some ice cubes and dropped them into the glass. He made his drink with practiced movements, almost like it was a kind of ritual. Once he was done, he moved over in front of the window and stared down upon the city below him. From this height, it was almost like he was spreading his wings out and flying above the clouds, the illusion was always something that calmed him. He nursed his drink, continuing the ritual just for the sake of finishing it. He hated the taste of alcohol, it always left an awful taste upon his tongue. But he drank it anyway because it was almost expected from a man of his statue. There were many company meetings and gatherings that he had to attend. And during those, there would often be drinks. Allowing those around him to drink while he did not, would be a dent in his own pride. That was not a thing he could allow, so he conquered taste to retain his pride. He continued to look out upon the city, his light blue eyes that had a touch of green to them kept moving along the streets and watching the lights flicker in and out. His jaw clinched under this rough beard that was the same dark brown as his hair. He kept both short, not wanting to deal with styles throughout the day. He had on an expensive business suit, that was custom for him. It had his family’s crest embroidered upon the hem of the sleeve, so small that if you were not looking for it, you would not spot it. His dress shirt was pure white, while his pants were the same dark color as his jacket. His free hand made his way into his pocket, as he continued to finish the ritual. Once he was finished with his drink, he set the glass down upon his desk and sighed. It was late, time to make his way back home. He pulled his phone from his pocket, ready to message his driver to pull around the car. But something overcame him, the urge to feel the night air upon his skin. He nodded to himself as if he was agreeing with it, then returned his phone to his pocket. He took off his suit jacket and hung it up on his way out of the office. Furthermore, he did not want to have so many layers on as he walked through the streets. As he passed the cleaning staff, they all kept their eyes averted from him, but he ignored them and made his way out of the building. When he reached the first floor and hit the streets he stalled for a moment, letting the sounds and smells of the city wash over him. Many of his kind hated the sounds and the awful smells that came with the city life. He did not agree with them, other than the smell of the city itself was awful. But he enjoyed it, almost like a guilty pleasure. He loved it because it was hardening of power, the power that he controlled. His reach extended far beyond this city, but this city was where he laid, and this city fueled his expansion. There was something primal about it, that it and the people that called this place home were his subjects. So he loved everything about it, even the things that he was revolted of. After all, without these people, his power would lessen. He turned and made his way down the street, taking a long way home on this little excursion. He reached up and unbuttoned the top four buttons of his shirt, letting a bit of his skin show that was above his undershirt. Then he did the same with his cuff links. As he continued down the street, he also rolled his sleeve up a little, giving him a slight bit of freedom. It did not take long for him to start losing himself at the moment, just enjoying the night and the city. There were not a lot of opportunities for him to walk around like this, so he was enjoying it as much as he could. A group of young lings had decided to go out on the town to enjoy the end of another long week. They might have been part of one of the strongest factions in the area, but that did not mean they were just as powerful as everyone else. They had meaningless jobs, and they normally worked hard at them. But they were also young, so they partied hard as well. They all decided to go bar hopping, all seven of them. They continued down the road they called the stop, filled with bars and clubs. Just as they were leaving their fifth one, some of their group had already split off finding something to lay with for the night. They made their way down to the next bar, hoping that the quality of booze and women was better here, all of them stalled ever so slightly. The lead man turned his head and saw a woman leading a small group of girls to a cab. They all instantly knew just what had made them stop, and that was the scent the lead woman was giving off. It was not unlike a spell they all had just been put under. If every one of them tried to focus upon any of the women that were with her, they would fail. There was not a single person there on that street but them and that woman. The man that was leading the group of three that remained, started off almost instantly. He wanted to be the first one to claim her, as that was his right as the leader. He grinned wickedly thinking about all the fun he was going to have with her. The two other men started to fall into and follow as well, but something seemed to have spooked her, as her steps started to come faster. That did not put off the men behind her, as they continued to follow her even with her starting to rush. Then, she tripped over almost nothing, following the ground, and items were scatted about. The men could not be in any more luck, as now they were just about upon her. The other two men behind the leader spread out, flanking her and surrounding her on the street. They did not mind who would turn the corner and see them, as they just wanted the prize that was her. They all snickered and laughed when she told them she wanted no trouble.“Oh come on pretty, let’s have some fun and play,” one of the two men from the side of her said, as he moved in closer.”Why don’t you dance for me?” the leader of the men said, just as she bumped into the man behind her. She quickly fell to the ground like she was trying to protect herself, And the men moved in around her. One of them reached down and grabbed a small pinch of her hair, and smelled it. His reaction was if pure pleasure was coursing through his body. A small grunt breaking through his lips.“Come now, let me show you some real fun.” said one of the men. Bolton turned the corner, still enjoying his walk when something caught his attention. A woman was down on the ground surrounded by men. His mind did not even have time to decide to do the right thing or not, as the woman’s scent assaulted his senses. The smell of her blood was strong as well, letting him know just what was going on. These young lings were going to tear her apart because they could not resist the urges their bodies had at the moment. He felt wronged that his own race was doing something so weak right before his eyes. His anger grew, but not purely because of what they were doing, but also to who they were doing it to. He made his way over to the group, right behind the man that was directly behind her. He reached out and grabbed the man’s shoulder, turn him around.“Leave,” Bolton said, his eyes focusing directly upon the man. Furthermore, he could see a slight bit of fear creep into his eyes, and he stepped away from him, making his way to the other men. Both of them now aware of his presence now, all took a slight step back, fearful of the sudden appearance of someone. He took this time to put himself between them and her, blocking her from their view.“If you knew what was best for you, you all would go back home before I get upset,” he said, his voice firm, but calm at the same time. These were young lings, and they would not understand just who they were facing now. Not many of their generation had even seen him before.“We saw her first, she is ours!” the lead man blurted out. He was not aware of how much that single sentence would anger the dragon in front of them all. Bolton let his anger loose, his face slowly darkening as he looked at the men that dare to call her theirs. He had challenged his pride, a foolish mistake. But before he could even say another word, the men all turned around and started to flee away, almost like the woman was just moments before. He watched them disappear down the street, continuing to watch them until they were out of sight. He let loose another sigh and turned around to check up on the woman that he had stepped in for. But he was surprised to see that she was gone. He looked down the street to try and see if he could see her, but there was not even a shadow of her. He must have been so angered by the boy’s comment, that his focus was purely upon them. But he still smelled something, turning his head he saw something on the ground. He walked over and picked it up, seeing her picture upon it. He let a small smile spread across his lips, seeing just what it was.“Looks like I need to return your I.D. card, Charlotte…” he stuffed it into his pocket and turned down the street heading home. While he was interested in the women that had made him instantly interested in her, he was not an impatient man. He could wait to savor the things he wanted, to enjoy them fully. He would find her later and introduce himself properly. After all, he had found her, she was already his. "You are not to be out after dark without someone with you." Her uncle pinched the brim of his nose when his niece told him of her little incident the other night. How would she have been so foolish? He had to remind himself that she was young, and she did not know the dangers lurking in the dark. It was not just drunkards and criminals the roamed when others slept. He poured himself a whiskey as he watched his adoptive daughter sitting in front of the fireplace of their house." I'm fine. Some guy came and scared the jerks off. But in my hurry to get out of there I lost my ID so now I have to go to the DMV to get a replacement. I did not come over for the lecture." She sighed brushing a few locks out of her hair. "What's this dinner you want me to go with you to." Charlie asked as she turned to face him from her seat. She despised going to these events, but she knew her uncle liked to show her off." It's tomorrow evening so you might as well come over after classes are over. I will provide your attire as well had people to see to your needs." That was code for her to wear her contacts because makeup would be involved." Fine, I will be here around noon. Please do not go overboard. I hate being the center of attention." He knew why but sometimes he gets over-excited. After dinner, she kissed his cheek and headed to her apartment in an UBER at her uncle's insistence. A driver would more than likely be waiting for her outside of campus. She thanked her driver as she made her way to the building and dug into her purse looking for keys. In the middle of the third meeting for the day, Bolton could barely focus upon what was being said. Normally he was very focused upon his company and had full control over nearly every aspect of it. But over the last few days, his focus was being disturbed, making his mind wander frequently. For him this was a new experience, he had never had to battle a distraction before, and he was losing the battle very quickly. Often times he would miss key points in a conversation, driving him to have the person presenting to him repeat what they had just said. Even now, during the meeting, his focus was drifting away as his hand reached into his pocket. Inside was the ID card he had picked up that night that belonged to her. He had found himself often pulling out the card and idling fiddling with it, turning it over in his hands while his mind went back to that night. He realized a while ago, that things were only going to get worse with his focus. That scent was nothing but intoxicating to him, and it was already burned deeply into his mind. Luckily, he was not so out of control as the young lings that night, as he wanted to possess her, not just use her. He wanted nothing else to push her up against the wall, and claim her as his own.“...don’t you agree Bolton?” one of the board members questioned, pulling his mind back to the meeting. His eyes instantly focused upon the person inquiring about her agreement. He quickly racked his brain trying to think what was said over the last few moments. But he came up empty, leaving himself to estimate what was asked.“Yes, let’s move forward with it, give me daily progress reports. Also, ensure that the budget is strictly followed this time, don’t want the disgrace that befell the department last time to resurface,” he said, looking across the rest of the people in the room, slowly judging their reactions. It seemed like his response was appropriate enough, as no one in the meeting seem to be surprised by what he said. The meeting was quickly wrapped out after that, letting him return to his office. Sitting at his desk, he turned his head to look out of the window once more. It was barely midday, the sun reflecting off all the glass and metal of the buildings below him. It did not have the same charm as the view at night, but it was still his territory, and thus had the same mental attraction. “Tonight.” he growled out lightly, his mind finally made up. He no longer wanted to wait, he wanted to reach out and grasp what was his. After dinner, he made his way over to the address printed upon the ID card. It was outside his territory, located in a kind of neutral zone as far as he could tell. But that would hardly stop him from seeing her, now that his mind was already dead set on it. His driver pulled over close to the building, and once he was out of the car he pulled away. Bolton turned and faced the building that loomed not far away from him. He made his way over, only to see another car pull up down the street, and drop off the very women he was going to see. A slight grin started to spread across his face, as he watched her say something to the drive then continue towards the building. He made his way over to her, not rushing his step at all. He had the sleeves of his shirt rolled up slightly again, a black vest over it with a chain handing down from the top button to his pocket. His collar was unbuttoned, but that was the only one, giving him the appearance of being slightly laid back. As he got close to her, her scent started to entrap him in its enticing witchery. He wallowed in it, letting it excite him in ways he had been craving nights. But he never let his control slip, only enjoyed what he was smelling, and what he was feeling. He got within talking distance right when she pulled out some keys. “Excuse me… Charlotte right?” he said, waiting for her to notice him and turn towards him. He gave her a slight smile, his eyes calm and focused upon her. “It seems like you dropped something the other night.” He reached into his pocket, and pulled out her ID card, holding it so she could tell just what it was in the evening light. “I thought that you might want it back, so I made the trip to return it to you.” He kept his body language calm and cool, even if his blood was rushing around inside his body like fire. It was not only her scent that was having this effect upon him. But now that he was this close, he could smell it about her, the scent of another. He knew that she would have someone protecting her, from the shadows or very close to her. But what he did not expect was the reaction he was having to just smelling that person about her. He could not place the scent, but it was unmistakeably male and that was only pushing his pride to get close and love his own around her. He would not allow another to take what he had already deemed as his. Her hand was shaking when a stranger spoke to her, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. Why did this man know her name? She made sure to grip her keys tightly as she turned to face him. He had something in his hand, and she was tentative with her motions. Her hands were shaking as she tilted her head up and pushed back her glasses to get a better look at the Good Samaritan. Wait? Why did he look so familiar? It was bothering her, but she instantly blushed when she realized she had been staring. “Thank you for returning this. You saved me a day at the DMV and another bad photo.” She gave an awkward smile. “Wait, were you there that night?” She didn’t see who it was that night. “Sorry, my uncle has me second guessing everything about, well, everything.” Charlie took a deep breath and gave a genuine smile.“Thank you for hand-delivering this back to me.” She started to rifle around her purse like she was going to reward him for his efforts, she moved onto the sidewalk to get better light as she looked for her wallet. The was a guy cruising on a bike hurling towards her turned back He could not help but notice the sudden startle that moved through her body as he spoke out to her. He smirked slightly, thinking that she must still be a little on edge from the other night. But then again, maybe that was something that really got to her. Since she was under the protection of someone, he was sure that she was never in a situation before. That only made the fact that he was there to stop it, all the more important. As she turned around, he returned his face to a calm state, maintaining his stance of being under control and easy going. She seemed like she did not understand who he was, and he chalked that up to her not getting a good look at him the other night. He let the ID card slip from his fingers, returning it to her. But he could not help but be infatuated with the small action of her pushing her glasses back up upon her nose. Her eyes behind them looked wonderful, the frames of them seemed to almost encase her eyes like a ring would a jewel. He kept his gaze to a minimum, not wanting to let her feel like he was a beast looking at a meal laid out before him. Only, she was the one that seemed unable to part her eyes away from him. He did not mind it, in fact, he was even elated that she was staring at him. He did not break her focus, but it seemed like she realized just what was going on, as a slight redness appeared across her face. She was tempting him without even realizing it, and that what was making her a dangerous existence. If she even understood and learned how to use such simple actions to their full effect, he was sure she could be the cause of the entire downfalls of civilizations. He nodded slightly to her as she questioned if he was there that night, not needing to ask her what night she was talking about. “I was there, in fact, I was the one that scared off those ruffians. And when I turned around to make sure you were alright, you were gone,” he said, giving her a light smile. “Not that I blame you for wanting to put as much distance between yourself and those delinquents. But when I was about to leave, that card caught my eye,” he nodded his head down to the card still in her hand. “Knowing how much of a hassle the Department is, I thought I should bring it back to you.” Even while he was talking, his mind was focusing upon one little fact that she said. She told him that her uncle was making her second guess things. It must be that male that he was smelling around her, but that also did not make total sense. That scent was unmistakable, and she did not belong to that clan. Then how were they related? For now, he pushed that inquiry to the back of his mind, thinking he would bring it up later. He gave another slight smile at her appreciative words. “It was no problem for me,” he said, then saw her start to ding into her purse. “Oh, no please don’t worry about something like that. I was only returning it to give it back to you, and make sure you were alright…” his voice trailed off, as she stepped back into the light. His eyes moved past her form, and directly at the man riding his bike down the street. Both her, and the man did not see each other, and there was little time to call out to both of them. So his body reacted again on its own. He reached out, grasping her around the wrist, and pulled her into him. His action was quick and smooth, not putting too much strength into her grasp and pull. He was sure that he would not have hurt her at all. With her so close, he felt the intensity of her presence grow almost out of control. He focused upon the man that passed by them at that moment, his eyes almost ablaze with his anger. “Next time watch where you are going if you are going to ride on the sidewalk!” he yelled, almost in a pure growling voice. It seemed like his plan to stay calm and collected had already fallen apart. He turned his gaze away from the man, not even caring if he heard him or not. He looked down at the woman in his embrace, slowly realizing that she was so close. Furthermore, he had already decided that she was his, but taking her right here would be no different from what those whelps had tried to do. But he could not help but enjoy the fact that she was this close to him. His heart was racing in his chest, and a slight flush was across his face. He regained his focus, releasing her wrist and taking a slight step back. “Are you alright?” he instantly asked. He knew that she should be, but he could not help but ask her. He thought that this might have given him a perfect opportunity instead. “How about instead of rewarding me for returning your property, you allow me to take you to dinner?” he said, smiling slightly and waiting for the answer. He was talking as she was rifling through her purse. She paused for a second not wanting to meet his gaze. A chill ran down her spine at the mere memory that plagued her nightmares. Her uncle had already threatened to terminate her lease and ultimately forcing her back home with him, but she was able to quell his anger. He offered her bodyguards, but that was a bit too much for a college student studying journalism so she could start out at a small publishing firm. She had talked him out of throwing a huge party the following week in celebration of her graduation so she was thankful. She was about to summon the courage to speak when she was pulled close to him and heard him growling at a moron riding on the sidewalk. She was pulled tightly against him and for a brief, weak moment she allowed his strength to seep into her. It was the first time since her parents' deaths that she felt safe. Her uncle tried, but it was never really felt the full sense of security she did at that moment. Trembling, she noticed her free hand was gripping his shirt as she lifted her gaze to his. "I-I'm sorry I did not mean to..." She trailed off as he released her other hand and her own grip loosened. Complete embarrassment washed over her as shifted away and slipped her keys in her hand. He seemed to be lost too, but it was his words that fully broke the spell. "I-I am completely mortified, to be honest." She was able to stammer out as the speed seemed to be lifted. He spoke again, and she felt confused"You want to take me out to dinner. I feel like this is a huge prank." He seemed a bit more mature to be in on such a prank so she shook her head. "No never mind, forget I said that. I mean it's very sweet of you to offer but really-" She looked down at her appearance and turned her attention back to him. "I am not really anything to take out to dinner. It was obvious that she did not see herself as others did. She hid behind baggy shirts and jeans thinking if she did not call attention to herself she would not get noticed. Her uncle tried to show her that there was no harm in embracing herself, but she had her reasons." I have a family obligation tomorrow night that I cannot get out of, but I should be free on Saturday." She would just have to explain to her uncle that she actually had plans over the weekend. She would not tell him it was a date because she did not feel like dealing with the third degree or risk him coming by to grill her date.-----------"It is done. Furthermore, she will be here tomorrow night as instructed." Her uncle hung up the phone rubbing his hands over his face. Tomorrow night's gathering was at the urging of the elders. He knew his adoptive daughter was an intricate part of the treaty between the werewolves and the dragon shifters. Something about her lineage and tomorrow night, the heir to the dragon throne was to meet with his Charlotte in hopes the two would hit it off. From what he knew, the young dragon was a bit pretentious but was easy to control when it came to politics. A woman and a firm guiding advisor was all that was needed to quell this young pup from becoming an issue. That and the assassination of his elder brother. He was one to be reckoned with and knew that they had to tread carefully around them The moment he looked down at her, only to see her looking back up at him, with her hand clutching his shirt, he already knew that she was going to be no one else’s but his. No other male was going to be close to her, not now, and not for the rest of her life. He was laying his claim upon her, a claim that he would fight to the death to ensure remained intact. He took several deep breaths to steady himself before he asked her his questions. And when he did, he was in for a surprise. She seemed almost startled like that was the farthest thing from her mind at the time. But then, as she started to explain, he understood just why that was. It seemed like she did not understand the pure beauty that she emanated. The clothes she wore did little to enhance her charms, but they also could not hide it away.“Well, I have to say that I highly disagree with you, as you are the only one that I would enjoy taking to dinner,” he said in response to her doubts of herself. He did not know if there was a reason behind the fact that she thought so little of herself, or if she was just not experienced with the attention males would likely have given her as she grew up. He thought back to the uncle that seemed to be in control of her life and understood that maybe this man had prevented others from getting close to her. But regardless of those ideas, he would still have nothing else but her.“Don’t worry, I myself will be busy tomorrow, dealing with both business and family issues. So Saturday would be wonderful,” he gave a cheerful smile and nodded to her slightly. “I know of a wonderful place, it’s one of my favorites, and I am sure you will enjoy it as well. I’ll pick you up here at about eight in the evening,” he said, calmly that did not lack a firm undertone. He was ensuring that she only had to worry about herself, and he would manage everything else.“Oh I seemed to have been rude, as I know your name, but I have not given my own. My name is Bolton, it’s my pleasure to meet you Charlotte, and please allow me to make sure you make it inside your building safely. As this was now the second time something bad was going to happen. It would put my worries to rest,” he said while gesturing to the door to her building, letting her take the lead. He did not want to stay for too long, having already secured a night for the two of them to get to know one another. He would ensure to get to know her better than and allow her to come to know him as well. In a dark room, within the family manor of the Ravrulth family, sat a single person. His eyes were closed, even in the darkness he wanted to not see anything. Because if he opened his eyes, he would be able to see every detail around him. And that made him angry because everywhere he looked, it was the same. Everything belonged to his brother, the family leader, the ruler of the vast majority of the territory of the city, and other parts of the world. While he, the little brother was nothing but some random Prince to it all. He could not stand that not a single person looked to him with the respect that he deserved. He knew how to make connections and rule, and his own intelligence far surpassed his brothers. Because not only did his brother not even see that he made a deal with their rivals, that would allow him to take control of the throne, but they were also going to provide him with everything he wanted. All that costed him was a few small territories that were not even that profitable to the family. They were even going to help him remove his overly proud brother, and as soon as that happened, he would take control of everything. So now, he sat in his room, with his eyes closed, looking into the darkness behind his eyelids. He was waiting until he could open his eyes and see that everything belong to him. This had started to become a nightly ritual to him like he was closing his eyes and praying that something would happen to his brother on the way back from the office. His hand gripped his other rightly, the cracking of his knuckles sounded out into the room. Then his phone laying beside him on a table started to vibrate. The sound of the small device humming made him open his eyes and pick it up. A small smile spread across his lips as he saw who it was.“Yes?” he said as he swiped the icon to connect the call and put it to his ear. The voice on the other side started to tell him the details regarding the next few days. His smile deepened as he was told they had a gift for him, a preset to deepen their bond and trust with one another. “I can’t wait to see what it is that you have gotten me,” he chuckled back at the voice, feeling his time was finally coming. Settling into her apartment for the night, Charlie sighed as she picked up her phone to text her uncle she was in for the night. She would make the conversation about being unavailable Saturday evening. "Oh God, I actually have a date." She scrubbed a weary hand over her face as she took her glasses off and began her nightly ritual. She started to draw herself a bath, one of her uncle's rules when it came to certain things. When she was to attend these family gatherings, She was not allowed to wear perfume or lotion, bathe thoroughly the night before, and not use her ointment. The medicated gel was to stop her birthmark from burning. No matter how many doctors she had seen, no one could figure out why. It was shaped like a crescent moon and a star and her mother used to joke about her being touched by fate. The fate that cruelly ripped the woman from her... Beginning her nighttime routine, she heard her phone chirp, but she ignored it allowing the hot water to soothe the aches from the attack and the anxiety it had caused. After a long soak, she dried off and was able to slip into a deep sleep. She never understood why she did not indulge in those baths more often. The next evening she was dressed in an emerald green cocktail dress and jeweled pumps. She did not really wear makeup and her contacts showcased her vibrant eyes all the more. She was escorted by her uncle as they made the rounds." It's lovely to see you, my dear. May I introduce you to my young friend. I do not think you have had the pleasure." Charlie looked to her uncle and then to the elder of the group. This was a setup party and she knew it. Closing her eyes briefly, she hoped the guy was just as mortified by this as she was. She grabbed a champagne flute as they walked by knowing it was not going to be an easy night Bolton watched as she disappeared inside the building, safely going into her residence. He had half a mind to go in there and ensure there was nothing waiting for her. His protective nature was already rearing its head, making him want to claim this neutral territory as his own so he could ensure no little fool would wander close to her and think they had some right to even look at her. He smiled, the slight ping of anger at the hypothetical foolish male was enough to make his chest tighten with anger. He was starting to feel like this woman had already become his reverse scale, the single thing no one was allowed to touch other than him. Only, there was still something about her that he was not too sure of, and that was her uncle that seemed to be protecting her from the shadows. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, as he turned around and headed for the street. He summoned his driver with it, and then started to send a message to his investigative team to start working on just who her uncle was. Furthermore, he included the details of him being a wolf, and to be careful not to set off any alarms while they dug into his identity. Furthermore, he hardly needed to alert the other faction in the city about his interest in this woman, after all, there were many on both sides that wanted a war between the two of them. Bolton had spent years finely crafting the agreement that stood between them currently, and even that was hardly a stop-gap. Once he was done emailing the details off, his driver pulled up and started to get out to open the door for him. He clicked his tongue and opened his own door, climbing into the vehicle. Sometimes the number of formalities was far too much for him. As the driver pulled away from the side of the road, Bolton looked out at the building one more time, knowing just where her apartment was thanks to the address that was upon her card. With the final look upon her location done, he turned and relaxed into his seat. His mind already thinking about how he would handle Saturday. Before he could even pull his mind away from the activities he could include upon their date, his drive was opening his door for him. His eyes slowly came back into focus, noticing that they had already returned to his manor. He quickly stepped out of the vehicle and nodded to the driver to let him know he was fine for the night. He walked up the large pathway, leading to the entryway that had a few of his waiting staff already there. Furthermore, he waved them off and quickly made his way up the stairs and to his chamber. Furthermore, he hardly had the drive to deal with anything they wanted to do. His chamber was large, almost taking up the entirety of the third floor, but it was more than a single room. He pushed open one of the many doors, and what lay beyond it was a small study. As he made his way into the room, the lights kicked on, and slowly started to raise the light level inside the room. But they stopped before it got too bright, just enough to give him adequate light to read any paperwork upon his desk. He opened the laptop there and started to try to work on a few things. But every time his focus was interrupted with one thing or another about Charlotte. He cursed under his breath after the sixth time his mind wandered over to her, and finally gave up and closed the laptop. He pulled out his phone, checking to see if there was anything from his investigative team, but sadly there was not a single thing from them. But there was a message from his younger brother, informing him that he would be unavailable tomorrow. Bolton looked over the message a few times, as something was not sitting well with him. But he could not put his finger on it, and just decided to send his normal message of reminding him to bring the appropriate personnel with him for whatever he was going to be doing. Bolton did not mind his brother working upon his own avenues of growth. He was reckless and young, but he still had a drive behind him that he just needed to tap into. He turned his eyes back to the laptop, and grunted at it, knowing that it would only end in another failure if he tried to work tonight. So he decided to retire early tonight. He rose from the desk, and made his way to his bedroom, pulling his clothes off as he went. He arrived at his bed fully disrobed and climbed into it. Furthermore, he felt the cool air of his room climbing to the sheet, encasing him in their chilly embrace. Furthermore, he relaxed, and let his mind wander around, often finding its way back to the red-headed temptress that seemed to have put up a permanent residence inside his mind. The party was grand, and many of the hidden powers behind the city were in attendance. Granted that was just front the wolf side of things, the dragons seemed to only number a very few within the party. At the head of them was a young man, dressed up in a suit that hugged his frame in the perfect way. Every single hair of his was in place, like the very fact that one could not remain out of line was known to all that looked at him. He had light blonde hair, that was slicked back, his cleanly shaven face giving away his strong jawline. His royal blue eyes held everyone’s gaze, as he demanded it, almost like it was his right. Behind him were a few of the younger generations of dragons, ones that sided with him out of pure greed. If he rose to power, they would also obtain the spoils through him, so tied their fates with him, hoping that fate would be upon his side. They did not number a lot, but the small fighting force that they could pull up at a moment’s notice was nothing to turn your nose at. The young man made his way over to the hosts of the party, the elders of the wolves, and he made idle chatter with them until they started to introduce him to many of the powers that were in their court. But as time continued to tick away, the young man started to grow bored with the party. This kind of thing might have been entertaining for these older heads, but for him, he wanted nothing to do with the endless chatter that seemed to dominate this gathering. But he remained calm and decided that he could extract a little bit of entertainment from these geezers.“So, you said that you had something you wanted to gift me tonight? I wonder what it could be, as I don’t see anything here,” he said, making sure his tone was respectful but also letting a bit of the demand slip into it. He was the one that would rule over the dragons, after all, he was equal to the men here, if not their better. “Ah, I see the young master was rather looking forward to the gift that we have managed to procure for him. I am sure that you would highly enjoy it,” one of the elders said, then chuckled a little. Anion, the young Dragon Prince, wanted to say something to quite the old man, but before he could a scent entered his nose.“Ah, seems like you will get to see our gift soon enough…” the elder said, directing his eyes past some of the people of the party, and to a couple that had just made their way over. Anion took his time, and turned his head, inspecting just what the scent was, and where it was coming from. He instantly understood it was the woman, and lust grew within him like a raging wildfire. She was a gem that stood out even while surrounded by other jewels. He had to swallow as his mouth was salivating at the thought that this woman was the gift that these old fools had given him. His eyes did not even manage to glance over the older man that was walking with her, because to him, he did not matter in the slightest. They finally made their way to the group, and Anion was just about to introduce himself out of the lack of patience that he had. But the elder was a slight moment ahead of him. "It's lovely to see you, my dear. May I introduce you to my young friend? I do not think you have had the pleasure,” the elder said and motioned over to him. He could instantly tell that this woman had no idea that she was his gift, and he started to craft how he managed this woman. He almost wanted to just demand the elder provide him with a private chamber for him to enjoy his gift with.“The pleasure is all mine, it’s not often I can experience such beauty as yours, after all,” he said, bowing his head ever so slightly, and then continuing on with his introduction. “My name is Anion, I wonder what yours might be?” he asked, his hand reaching out to do a customary greeting with a young lady such as her. Charlie looked to her uncle and saw him bow out and leave her to be the center of attention. Great, leaving me in chummed water with the sharks her thoughts were her own as she tried to keep a passive look on her face. She was not some mare to be brought out hoping a stud would find her. She sipped her champagne and smiled politely and then turned her attention to the stranger she was being introduced to." It's nice to meet you but please no need to be so formal." She smiled as the elderly men seemed to move away and into the background. "I'm Charlie. I have to say I have been going to these parties for years but never have seen you here. The coast is clear you can drop the chivalrous act. Relax, it's just a dinner." She smirked but noticed her uncle ditched her and the elders seemed to make themselves scarce. There was hardly anyone except servers in the room. What the hell was really going on?" So how did you fall into this crowd, family obligation?" She was struggling to make small talk, but her anxiety was crawling under her skin. She hated being alone with strangers, and she felt this was pre-meditated.

A Dragon's Jewel|rating:4.0

The Twelfth Doctor (Mathim x Embiechan)

Fa-WOOOOOSH. Fa-WOOOOOSH. Wiwiwiwiwiwiwwiwiwiwiwiwiwiwiwiwwi. Fa-WOOOOOOSH. That all too familiar sound would normally gladden any who knew what it meant. The Doctor was returning in his magical blue box. But unfortunately, no one left alive then knew of the Doctor or that incredible time machine of his. Not anymore. The Doctor had finally failed to live up to his reputation as a hero and was not returning to Earth-he was escaping to Earth. As the six-by-six-by-eight police box materialized in a dark alley, the door opened and a young man with unkempt brown hair and a tweed suit with a bow tie stumbled out, bleeding heavily and out of breath. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." he moaned, crying hysterically, blood all over his hands and on his clothes as he tried to wipe them off, but it wouldn't disappear. His latest companion had just been lost, and worse, this time it was his fault. The daring Doctor, showing off his great mastery of the universe and time, had just put his foot in his mouth and someone very near and dear to him was now dead, the price of his arrogance. It was not a good death either, and he had barely escaped the same fate, though he pondered whether that was a good thing. He had no choice but to leave that place and that time period to its fate, which he knew wasn't going to reach too far into any other planet's affairs, but still...it was a failure, his most spectacular failure to date. A black mark on his record, an irreversible dilemma and even if he did want to go back and fix it, he couldn't. Because he was slowly dying, too. He finally collapsed in the alley, alone and cold, on the verge of passing out from massive blood loss helped along by his two hearts pumping the blood twice as fast to help his metabolism heal his body faster, though that was of no help with wounds like the ones he had sustained. He closed his eyes and concentrated as hard as he could not to faint. "Can't let it end like this..." he wheezed, clenching his bloody fists as the alleyway began to light up like Christmas in London. His body was glowing brightly and the light and energy he was emitting burst forth into the sky like a tower of fireflies. He screamed loudly as his skin tightened and burned, his flesh melting and restructuring, every bone in his body breaking and putting itself back together in a different size, his clothes ripping off to accommodate his increased height and muscle tone. In moments, it was over, and an utterly unrecognizable man lay there wearing the same clothing albeit much too small, and with the same bloodstains that looked as though they would never completely disappear. Even though he was now in a different body with a different face and a slightly different sort of mind, he was not able to change the way he felt about what had led him there, nor could he forget the tragic memories of the recent past. He was still the Doctor, but he did not feel like any kind of benevolent humanitarian capable of claiming such a title. All the lives lost because of his dangerous existence had finally caught up to him and the guilt was too much to bear. There had to be something he could do...but he couldn't just kill himself. That would be taking the easy way out. Just like the Master had done (or so he thought, until their Christmas encounter.) But what to do with himself? Could he really just keep going, ignoring his heavy heart which was now heavier than ever? He couldn't do it anymore, he realized. He had reached the limit of pain his heart could endure. The Doctor as he or anyone knew him was dead. And he was going to make sure it stayed that way. "I am the Doctor no more." he declared, staring blankly at the wall of the alleyway as he staggered to his feet, with new resolve. He opened the Tardies door and stripped out of his bloodied, shredded and undersized clothes, incinerating them and thus starting the process of erasing all evidence of that last life's misfortune. Next, he reached for a small metal probe that fit his cranium perfectly: The Chameleon Arch. He typed in some information to the computer hooked up to it to make his plan move forward correctly. "Goodbye, Doctor." he whispered silently to himself as he activated the machine. "Hello, Professor John Smith, 100% human." he sighed. That was his master plan, to escape and hide: deciding to once again hide on Earth as a human, only this time he was hiding from himself, not from his enemies. He would live out a normal human existence in the twenty-first century and when he died, that would be it. The TARDIS would deactivate and die with him. No more mucking about in places he had no business with. The Doctor would no longer be responsible for hurting anyone, and pretending to save others to help his guilty conscience.***********Two Weeks Later**************The Tardies had been assigned to hack into various databases and create an entry for the Doctor's human persona; it established bank accounts, credentials and whatnot, and John Smith had now been offered and accepted a Professorship at a small university in England, where he was certified to teach a variety of subjects, most prominently his four Ph.D.'s in Physics, Anthropology, History and Philosophy. There was just one thing that could not be done away with completely: The Chameleon Arch had required him to be able to use a fail-safe to return to his identity as the Doctor, a Time Lord, and he had given away his Fob Watch that he could have stored it in, and so he was forced to use the Tardies Key as a replacement. The TARDIS was hidden deep beneath the university where no one would ever find it, in a lost catacomb where he believed no one would ever find it, at least not within his human lifetime, and without the key it was useless to anyone anyway. John Smith got a strange feeling every time he grasped his keychain, the TARDIS key hanging from it separately on a piece of string; he had no idea what it was for but could never bring himself to get rid of it. Settling in took little time; his letters of recommendation were glowing, and his personality was charming and brilliant, which he noticed got quite a bit of attention from the female staff and even the students. As a thirty-something man in impeccable shape, he wasn't surprised at all, but did feel a peculiar shyness when confronted with romantic prospects; something lurking at the back of his mind always whispered to him that he was no good, that he wasn't deserving of others' affections. He just figured it was his mind's way of telling him not to mix business with pleasure, or that he just hadn't found the right girl yet. Still, it felt bizarre to him that in all his life, he'd never remembered ever being intimately involved with anyone at all... It was Monday. A brand-new week, and he was up with the sun, a cup of strong tea and crumpet with jam for breakfast, and he was ready to go. His thick, slicked-back jet black hair tied in a very small ponytail at the back, a pair of hiking boots beneath his navy corduroy pants and lab coat over a simple silk shirt made him look all the more professor-like, though he only wore it in his science classes. A man of roughly thirty, he was youthful and handsome but had the edge of a man with loads of experience and wisdom. But for those who got to know him, like his students, he did have his playful side and was very outgoing. His History class was just about to begin, and he set down his materials at his desk as he watched his pupils filing in. One boy was eating a hard-boiled egg, apparently having gotten a late start on breakfast. "Which came first, the chicken or the egg salad?" Professor Smith grinned, and the class laughed, even the boy eating, though it caused him to choke slightly. "Let's eat properly before class, shall we? Food for the body outside of class, food for the mind inside." he clapped his hands together and prepared to commence the day's lesson.(("No. No nononononono BULLOCKS!" The small-framed woman barked at no one in particular as she stumbled out of the door of her flat. Her hair was slightly disheveled, and she was trying to carry a satchel, 3 textbooks, her phone, keys, a bagel, and a plastic water bottle in her arms. It was 15 minutes after she should have already been out of the apartment, so she found herself in a bustle to try and get everywhere she needed to get before her first class. Paige lived in the student apartments just across the street from the University. They were just above dormitories, rent-controlled, and as cookie cutter as you would expect. Still, it worked well for the dark-haired girl - even if she had trouble getting herself together and out bed in time. She managed to slip the books into the bag, clip the water bottle to her belt-loop, and hold the bagel in her mouth long enough to straighten herself up as she walked across the main of the campus. Finger-combing her almost black locks, the style of bob she kept fell into place easily. "Mondays... I can never quite get the hang of Mondays..." She mumbled as jogged up the stairs and through the aged archway of the social sciences and walked purposefully deeper into the guts of the building. Her mind found its way to the person of her focus before her feet had the chance. Professor Smith. He was the instructor for her History 102 course. It was required for her core classes, and if it wasn't for the dedicated teacher - there was no doubt in her mind that Paige would be failing the course or sleeping through it. History was never interesting to her. Same thing over and over. Explore, conquer, war, invent, prosper, war, lather, rinse, repeat. She had been blessed with an attractive man to speak the lectures. In truth, she was smitten with him. While he didn't seem old enough OT have Master’s degrees in all the subjects he was indeed masterful of, there were moments that his eyes held a wisdom well beyond his years. It was this moment that her breath caught in her throat. There was something about him that just held her enraptured. Oh, God! if he wasn't her teacher, Paige would love the chance to count the hairs of his body with her tongue... maybe even if he wasn't just teaching a class she was in...' No... that's not proper. Stop it.' She mentally scolded herself, just before she rounded the corner to see him standing in front of the doorway, welcoming his next batch of students. The girl waited a moment for him to notice her and not be busied, using the time to quietly admire the casual elegance he seemed to never be without. Once acknowledged, she pulled a small pile of stapled papers from her bag and held them out to the man." Morning, Professor. Here is the assignment due today. I don't think I'll be in class today. Someone at work got into a car accident last night, and they called me in to cover the shift. I just wanted to make sure I got this in to you in time, and I wasn't sure if you'd get an email about my absence in time. Better safe than sorry, right?" Nervously, she folded a short piece of hair behind her ear, realizing she was rambling... and starting to stare into his face again. "Sorry... Thank you, Professor Smith. Good day." Paige shuffled herself along with a lowered face. It was all she could do to hide the blush creeping along her cheeks.'ooh. With my TONGUE!' Paige thought, giggling slightly as she disappeared into the crowd of students and to her first class. It was already shaping up to be a LONG day... Professor Smith walked over to the door to welcome the last few stragglers into the room before commencing and was startled by Paige's entrance. She looked as though she had just woken up and didn't have time to freshen up. Still, he'd always noticed she was extremely easy on the eyes. But how inappropriate! He scolded himself for the impropriety of a teacher-student relationship of any sort. Besides, surely an authority figure like himself was off-putting for a young girl. He listened to her excuse and frowned." Well, I'll be missing your presence, but I suppose it can't be helped. I hope everything is all right." he consoled her with a quick pat on the shoulder. He glanced at her hair she pushed back behind her ear and quickly flicked it back to where it was before. "No point trying to make things look different when they aren't. We all have our off days. Why, yesterday I got home and realized I'd taught a French class when I was supposed to be teaching Physics. No wonder they were all staring at me funny." he smiled. "We'll see you next time, then. Off you go." he waved her away, tucking her assignment under his armpit. He watched her a bit longer than necessary as she walked away before turning back and closing the door. The class passed uneventfully, and he had a short break in between that and his next lecture. He donned his lab coat and headed over to the science department where the Dean had asked to meet him earlier." Ah, Professor Smith." the portly, elderly gentleman wearing a navy-blue suit greeted him. Bald and heavy of mustache, he was standing next to a tall, mousy-haired gentleman who resembled a mad scientist from a Re-Animator film. "I'd like you to meet the new head of the Anthropology Department, Dr. Bonham." he gestured to the tall man. "Just arrived to replace Dr. Stephan, after he and Dr. Trolley both won the lottery. By the way, thank you for being willing to take up both posts when you arrived, but now I'll feel better knowing I'm not burdening you with being the head of both Anthropology and Physics." he smiled." No burden at all, Dean Boarding, I was more than happy to help. I'll still maintain the class load, of course." Professor Smith shook both men's hands." Of course, of course. The students just adore you, Professor, I wouldn't think of jeopardizing their continued paying of tuition by replacing you. Just continue as always, but you can feel free to leave the administrative duties to Dr. Bonham from now on." Dean Boarding agreed." Well, it's good to meet you, Dr. Bonham." Professor Smith turned to leave." Oh, Professor Smith," Dr. Bonham interrupted before he could leave, "I wondered if you might be interested in accompanying me on a geological dig. I have information that suggests there is a strong possibility that a fossil of an extinct species can be found here on the grounds of the university, and I've been given permission to commence excavation next week."" Oh, I'd love to!" Smith suddenly started to burn with excitement. "I so rarely get to work with fossils, that's brilliant! I can't wait! Just name the time and the place."" I'll be in touch." Dr. Bonham adjusted his glasses after he nodded and turned to talk to Dean Boarding as Smith left. Once he was gone, Dr. Bonham sat down at his desk as Dean Boarding stood, frozen, almost as if in a trance. "That will be all for now, Cliff." Dr. Bonham waved him away. Dean Boarding made a strange hissing noise and his eyes went black, as if a light had gone off inside of him. His body then deflated like a balloon and his skin fell off of his skeleton like a bag. Dr. Bonham sighed and went over to a storage closet in his office. "Now, who do I need to manipulate next..." he mused as he flipped through various skin bags resembling the other heads of the school's departments. "Then again, I will definitely need more diggers." he fished a remote control out of his pocket. Pressing a few buttons, he sent out a signal. Another closet opened and out marched half a dozen other skeletons, who donned one skin suit each. "All right, you lot." he clapped his hands, getting their attention. "Grab your shovels and get digging. We can't waste any time, the specimen is getting older and older. Now! Go!" he ordered them, and they proceeded down an emergency staircase onto the grounds and to a hidden area behind the old military barracks on the property where no one ever went due to its closing from a cholera outbreak. A large portion of the grass had been stripped away, only a large circle of dirt remained, and the six skeleton androids began to dig, slowly, but determinedly. One of them had a radio in its pocket. "Any sign yet?" Bonham's voice rang into it." Negative." the droid responded." I know it's around here somewhere! We'll dig up every inch of this country if we have to! Just find it!" he snarled.*********Some time later, Professor Smith was having dinner in the cafeteria and reading the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy Ultimate Collection for what he remembered was the tenth time. For a man so steeped in the sciences, he was very interested in science fiction. The prospect of traveling the reaches of space, seeing alien worlds and creatures, while a bit frightening, was also very alluring. He often dreamed of it, a daft little man traveling through time and space in a blue box and solving mysteries like an alien Sherlock Holmes. He had often contemplated whether he ought to try his hand at novelizing it, but he had no confidence in his literary skill. Leave the words to Shakespeare and his lot, he always said. He did like the Guide, however, because like him, he never seemed to get the girl. "Hello... Hello? Earth to Paige." The playful voice and snapping fingers of her co-worker refocused her eyes. She smiled back at Justin and rolled her shoulders as she straightened up. He was the newest hire, and a cutie to boot. It was good to have a fresh face in the store, even if he was a little forward sometimes. "You were staring at the fag rack for 10 minutes. Where were you?" They were on shift over the midday at the grab-and-go a block from the campus. Smokes, newspapers, soda, snacks... it was small little shop for anything someone might need on the fly. She had been restocking the shelves before getting lost in her own thoughts." Sorry, Justin... Just thinking about class I guess. I'm missing History to be here."" Better thank the boss for getting you out of that snore fest, huh?" He quipped, but stopped short as the young woman gave him a bit of a glare. "It's not Human Sexuality or anything, but Professor Smith makes it tolerable." Justin coughed up a laugh and Paige raised an eyebrow. "You mean he gives you something to think about other than the topic. I mean, OUCH!" The sudden thunk to his midsection stifled whatever snide comment he had. "It's alright," the boy continued with a groggy and pained sound, "better get your drool on while you can." His abrupt comment snapped Paige's attention to him, wordlessly questioning his statement.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Even though it was well past the hour of her last class, and she wasn't a dormitory student, so her presence was abnormal. Still, an odd sense of urgency pushed through her. 'No... no they were rumors. Had to be. He was such a good teacher, good-looking... good educator. Focus, girl FOCUS! Still, a couple of the other instructors had been a more than distracted recently, so maybe the administration had already gotten to them.' Paige 'moved up to the side of the table where Professor Smith sat with his face buried in a thick novel. She cleared her throat at him before she spoke. "Um. Good evening, Professor Smith... Sorry to bug you, but I need to ask you something." She slid into one of the chairs next to him, leaning forward carefully and lowering her voice to a conspirators level. "Are you still employed? Wait. That sounded wrong... Ok, from the beginning. There are some rumors going around campus about some of the teachers. People have been hearing some suits talking about replacing staff, and your name was mixed up in it. I... I was for... wondering if there was any validity to it?" Paige looked over his face, waiting for his reaction. Professor Smith was a bit startled by Paige's unexpected appearance, and he quickly dropped the book, losing his place but realizing he didn't care so much. But the look on her face and her body language suggested that this was not going to be a pleasant visit. He hoped she wasn't going to drop his class entirely, he enjoyed her last paper and hoped to read another the next time one was due. When she asked about his employment, he had to do a double-take before chuckling and patting her on the shoulder reassuringly. "I've heard no such thing, and I just spoke to the dean earlier about this very thing. There's a new head of the Anthropology department, and so I'm no longer in that position, but I'm still head of the Physics department, and I'm still going to continue teaching Anthropology as well. But as for the other subjects, nothing has changed at all, I'll still be there on Monday teaching your History class. Thanks for the concern though, it's good to have friends looking out for me." he smiled warmly, gently patting her hands with his own. "Have you eaten yet? Would you care to join me?" he offered, hoping she would accept. Before either of them could take a breath, the ground began to tremble, slightly at first, but then with so much force their bench slid away from their table and then stopped cold. "What in the world was-" he was cut off when an even larger tremor struck the building and knocked both of them off their seats! He fell flat on his back while Paige was thrust forward and landed directly on top of him, face-to-face, just as the shaking stopped. Breathing quickly, he wasn't able to collect his thoughts, so mixed up with thoughts of what had just happened and the fact that he was this close to her, he couldn't decide which was more important for a few seconds. "Are you all right?" he asked her, deciding it was time to get up in spite of how comfortable he felt with that closeness. That was no earthquake, he thought. He'd never heard of such a thing, such an abrupt and powerful burst lasting such a short time, and then an enormous one like the last one with nothing to build up to it. No, something was very wrong here. Was it some kind of lab explosion that rocked the campus? But no, they would have heard it, not just felt it. And something that powerful would have blown up the cafeteria and all the surrounding buildings. Of course, not many other people in the school would have been able to calculate that in their heads in mere seconds. He wasn't the type to follow crazy conspiracy theories, but the fact that Paige had just approached him about a silly rumor had sparked a tiny nagging thought in the back of his mind. Was it possible he was being lied to, perhaps to keep him from protesting before it was too late to change anything? He doubted it, and anyway, would it really have anything to do with that abnormal seismic activity? There were mysteries afoot, and his heart was racing. This was actually kind of exciting!" Under the table!" he told her quickly, which was the safest place to wait until they could be reasonably certain there would be no more shaking. "Follow me, we'll make for the door!" he decided, since the tables were now scattered about in such a way that if they followed them all the way to the doors, they would be covered the entire way. Just as he started to crawl, the ground started to tremble just slightly, and something loud in the distance could be heard through the walls. "Hurry!" he urged her with urgency, not just because the building was no longer safe, but because he wanted to see if he could get a glimpse at whatever was causing this chaos. Everyone else in the building seemed to be following his cue, though they were all stumbling over each other and running to the door, not electing to use the safety of the tables and many were being knocked off their feet each time the noise thundered and the ground shook. "Be careful!" he shouted at them, but once the doors were opened there was no turning back. He shook his head but proceeded, and soon he was only feet from the doors and out from under the tables. Look around frantically, he was expecting to see something large, whether a tower of smoke or a large smoldering ruin, but to his surprise, absolutely nothing at all was out of the ordinary. Even in the moderately dark evening, it would have been readily visible if anything was out of place or if there was something new, but...nothing. "That's impossible..." he muttered. A relieved sigh pushed past her lips and a relaxed smile lifted her eyes and smile as he dismissed her fears, and while her favorite instructor seemed out of the line of pink-lip fire, it didn't mean that other staff were out of danger of being replaced - and that thought was a little disheartening But it didn't set right with her, to have talked of changing of teachers in the middle of a semester... it didn't sound right to the young beauty. However, as soon as the invitation to join him for dinner - even cafeteria fare - processed through her mind, the last thing she really cared about was the rumor mill. This was a chance to spend some time with Prove- Mr. John Smith, and her heart fluttered a little at the idea. Shortly after her heart fluttered, her head swam as the ground shifted violently underneath her. With a shocked little gasp, Paige's balance failed, and she tumbled to the ground. While the impact shock through her joints, part of her thought it should have hurt a bit more than it did. Opening her eyes, her face flushed bright red as she realized that the warm body underneath her was her hot-for-teacher. Pushing her torso up, palms against the sticky tile floor, she mustered a nod and a breathy "Uh huh" of positive acknowledgement when he spoke. At his command, she scuttled under the table and took the moment to look around. Everyone else seemed to be just as shaken up, and they were scrambling for the walls and doors. As John moved, Paige did her best to stay at his heels, despite stumbling here and there as chairs fell in her path and the world rumbled erratically. Biting her bottom lip, she grabbed the bottom hem of his jacket to keep pace. When they bust through the door, side by side in the still and seemingly normal night, she turned in a circle in place - mirroring his confusion. "What in God's name was that, professor? This is about the time I wish I'd have taken a geology class... plate tectonics or something... but that doesn't make any sense..." Paige didn't register she was rambling at first, but the sound of her voice faded once she did, and she settled on looking between the unaffected landscape and the face of her instructor - hoping one of the two could provide some clarity. Smith inhaled sharply through his nose as he caught his breath. "You're right, this doesn't make sense. Something that powerful wouldn't have happened so abruptly, and it wouldn't have had such a short duration. There's something rotten in Wiltshire." he scratched his chin pensively as he pondered where he might be able to start looking for the source of the event. As a scientist, he loved a good mystery and as far as puzzles went, this one was by far the most challenging. Then again, it was rather late, and he'd already had quite a bit of excitement in the last few minutes, even ending up with his cute young student right on top of him, albeit unintentionally." Let me walk you back to your home." he insisted, deciding to leave the happenings to be investigated by the proper authorities in the dark, and start his own sleuthing in the morning. "I wouldn't feel right leaving you on your own, not knowing what's causing this strange activity. Er..." he looked around. "Which direction is it?" he smiled, realizing that as much as he was fond of her, he knew very little about her outside of her behavior in class and her writings. She was very attractive and had a lot of insight with a good head on her shoulders. She was driven and hard-working and compared to many of his other students, excited about learning and seeing new things. He admired that; no one would think so about him but even someone with as much knowledge as himself, he was always eager to find out something new.******"YOU IDIOTS!" Dr. Bonham scolded his skeletal drones as they stood around a large, cracked and rusted mound of metal inside a sizeable crater. "I told you to be careful digging it out so you didn't accidentally activate it! It's ruined! I'll have to salvage the parts and rebuild it, and find a power source to fuel it now that it's been spent! Useless idiots! Get out of my sight! Go make yourselves useful and start digging up more drones, and don't let yourselves be seen!" he ranted, fuming and pulling his hair so hard it nearly escaped his scalp. "This will take time... I can't control enough drones without more power...where can I generate that kind of energy in this country?" he began talking to himself as he began to dismantle the wreckage, though luckily most of the damage was external. "This might not be as bad as I thought...maybe a few days if I keep it hidden..." he pulled a large circular device from his bag and laid it on top of the cracked metal object, causing the entire crater to vanish and appear to be nothing more than a large fenced-off area that was made to look like a memorial. "That'll keep the ignorant masses away. Now I wonder how I can recharge this without anyone being any the wiser..." he clucked his tongue. A loud beeping interrupted his thoughts and he pulled out what appeared to be a mobile, but it was far more advanced upon closer inspection. "An energy signal? But...how did I miss that? Unless...did it react to the machine's outburst? Oh, my...that would give me enough power to...oh, goodness...and it looks like...oh! Oh, my word! Well...look at what we have here..." he grinned, as the display on his device revealed the source of the energy signal it detected: A square, blue blip directly beneath the school. "It must be my birthday." he cackled, leaving the machine behind to start making plans to utilize his new-found toy. Paige ran her hand through her hair, like it would help her understand the oddity. When it did nothing to enlighten her, she let it fall to rest on the back of her neck. She panted lightly as the excitement and panic of the last few moments ebbed and eventually dissipated, and her pulse leveled back to normal." Let me walk you back to your home." Her heart might as well have never slowed, because it had to skip a beat to catch back. She looked at him with shocked eyes and a surprised and flattered smile. "Sh-Sure thing, professor." She stammered in response. Realizing how nervous she looked, and how awkward she felt calling him by a professional title in that exact moment, Paige winced her eyes closed for just as long as it took to shake her head and chuckle nervously. "I mean... thank you. That's very considerate... My flat is just off-campus, not more than a block or so. It's. It's this way." It wasn't a very long walk at all, and as they rounded the corner from the cafeteria and all that was left of campus was a short open courtyard, she pointed at the short rise pair of buildings across the way. "Just there." She smiled, before nervously brushing the same unruly piece of hair from earlier behind her ear. "So, did you have a career before teaching? Or did you just shift from student to instructor?" The young woman surprised herself by asking, but the idea of striking up a conversation seemed like a good idea. It also got him talking about himself, which did well for her not having to stumble over her words like an idiot if he asked about her. Bold as he had been offering to walk her home, Smith then blushed and held his arms behind his back to avoid having them wander and risk being misunderstood. He twiddled his thumbs rapidly as if trying desperately to rid himself of as much energy as possible and yet it wasn't working. He was relieved she didn't live too far away, he was beginning to see how awkward this was in light of the circumstances. Furthermore, he was a teacher, her a student, and they didn't really know each other that well at all. Yet here they two walked together, side by side, like it didn't matter at all. Surely if anyone saw them it would be scandalous! This time of night, especially, what could people help thinking? Her question caught him off-guard as he mused through his conflicted feelings. "ERM..." he blinked a few times. The background the TARDIS has concocted for his human persona was vague and spotty so he could only draw upon the scripted portions, no real details at all. "I was very talented in school. I graduated very early on and went on to study at University when I was 15. I've spent the rest of that time getting all my Ph.D.'s and other degrees. Furthermore, I tried working in the field, but I just found it so clinical and dull. Much more interesting sharing my knowledge with young people, I think." he smiled. It was even more awkward now. He'd shared that side of himself that he didn't remember ever really sharing with anyone else before. How odd! It was like he didn't know anybody in the world and nobody cared to find out anything until now. "And what about you?" he reciprocated her question. "What are you studying for? What do you want to be when you grow up?" he grinned, joking about the last part. As far as he was concerned she was grown up in all the right ways. Nothing like many of the other girls he could hear giggling as they passed by behind him, muttering amongst themselves, "Oh god, he's gorgeous," or something even more muffled except for the word 'shag'. As they reached her door, he suddenly realized he didn't want to leave yet. And the idea of walking back to the campus in the dark by himself with the strange events going on wasn't exactly comforting either. "I hope this will not sound untoward of me, but would you mind if I came in for a cup of tea? It always helps calms my nerves when things like that happen. I mean, nothing like that has ever happened to me before, the shaking and panic, but my nerves are...well, you know what I mean." he blushed lightly. She listened intently as he answered, smiling and nodding along as the professor spoke about his scholarly history. She couldn't help but notice how vague it seemed to be. Most people would have some whisper of an emotion, a nostalgic chuckle or wistful sigh, but his recollection seemed without any. Paige felt less like she was being told an excerpt and more like reading a third party's summary. It didn't take her long to dismiss it. She was only a student, after all, and it wasn't like she was deserving of his life story. He was probably just being nice by telling her as many facts about himself as he was, no matter how sterile the storytelling was. As the topic turned to her, a thin blush drifted across the high rises of her cheeks and the slight upturn at the end of her nose. "Criminal Psychology, actually. Well, that and music. I know it's a weird combination, but one can pay the bills and if I get lucky enough, so could the other. I seemed to be decent at both, so it's not all bad. Maybe find a place in an investigatory bureau someplace helping police catch the really unhinged ones that make normal criminals look like shop workers, you know?" After the sentence left her mouth, she started to regret it, a blushed harder. Feeling like she sounded like an idiot was doing nothing for her nerves, which danced like butterflies in her stomach. Paige flitted back and forth in her mind about what exactly to say once they reached her apartment. It wasn't like this was a date, but the same feeling of excited dread was starting to well up. Thanking him for his company would be a good start, wrapping it up with I'll see you in class. Seemed simple enough. Still, what an opportunity to actually get to know him. She knew half of the student body that would kill for 5 minutes off campus and behind closed doors with this man - and here she was trying to think of how to dismiss him.' Should I invite him in for a drink? No, that's too corny. Maybe tea. He's British, right? We all drink tea, so it'd be innocent enough. A token of thanks for making sure I got out of the not-earth quaking dining room?' Her thoughts were broken as he made the inquiry. The only way she could think to hide the sigh of relief was in a warm and feminine chuckle. "Sure thing." Paige said, flipping though the mass of keychains and the few keys until the one for the door was in hand. "I mean the tea... and the nerves... not the untowardness.... Umm. Come on in, professor." It was what was to be expected of a student flat. A small common room with a kitchen the size of a small hallway with a microwave and a counter-top propane stove. The larger appliances, like a dishwasher or a range, seemed completely absent. Two doors opened off the main space, which were assumedly a washroom and her bedroom. There was a couch, which was deceptively comfortable, with a large faded green throw over it to cover the worn tan upholstery. A small TV sat on a stand, and the coffee table was littered with textbooks and bits of paper. It was relatively clean, but well lived in on the whole. The only notable things were a keyboard on a stand against one wall, and a closed violin case next to it. "Sorry for the mess," Paige apologized reflexively as she stepped across the threshold and moved to let him make his way inside. "I'll get the kettle on, go ahead and make yourself comfortable." She slipped off her shoes out of habit and started to busy herself around in the kitchen with the teapot and mugs and such. It wasn't possible for Smith not to have noticed her demeanor was now slightly different from in class, she was now acting like quite the giggling schoolgirl. Then again, he had a moment to reflect upon his own behavior, and he was experiencing the same awkward nervousness with her. Perhaps it was contagious? At any rate, he'd come this far and wasn't going to halt until he was certain that he could get his head sorted out, and ever since she'd approached him in the dining hall he was feeling out of sorts. Even before the ground quaking, and ever more since she'd fallen on top of him, the warmth he was feeling was there and only growing more intense with every step. It was as if his body was commanding him to pursue something he didn't understand and, well, he loved a good mystery. But it was so peculiar! A man of his age never even having gone on a date before? He knew he wasn't a gay, and even if he was, this was Britain, where that was more socially accepted than almost every other culture on the planet. So why now, in his early thirties, was he following a twenty-something student into what might as well have been her boudoir?" Oh, this is nothing, you should see my bedroom. I mean, her, that is to say, my room. Dormitory room. All one room, bed and kitchen and sitting room all in one." he said very quickly, as though he was retracting an invitation to sleep with him. He sat down on one of her chairs and loosened the top button on his shirt, feeling uncomfortably hot and exhaling powerfully as if he suspected something might happen between them that they might regret. But he was too scared to run away, more frightened to do that than to stay and see what would happen. "I-" he started, and thought better of it. His heart skipped a beat, and he felt his breath catch in his throat. It was beating now even faster than during the shaking, and he closed his eyes, trying to steady himself. Instead, it only became worse as a strange sensation in his palm began to resonate. As his heart went buildup, his palm also resounded with the same rhythm. He could even hear it inside his head; them-thum-thum-thum. As if he had...two hearts instead of one. But of course, that was silly. No one outside those superhero comics ever had such anomalies. That tea couldn't come fast enough as far as he was concerned. It didn't even matter to him if it was the kind that kept a person awake, he wasn't sure he could sleep even if he wanted to. He looked around her flat for evidence of family. Pictures of parents, siblings, perhaps even a photo of her with a date at prom. What was he doing here? She was far too young for him, and his student! Damn your eyes, Smith, he condemned himself, what's gotten into you? I'll tell you what...you're lonely. You feel like you're the only one on this tiny little planet, and you want to share it with someone. Someone who gets you. Someone who sees things like you do. Even if it means being a little...naughty. He stood up. Restless and bursting with nervous energy he followed her into the kitchen. "Is there anything I can help you with in the meant-" he put his hand on the kitchen counter without thinking, and before he could react, had opened up the dishwasher, nearly causing him to topple over. Instead, a mug full of soapy water splashed onto the front of his trousers and left a large wet spot with flaky bits of detergent mixed in. "Oh, bollocks!" he swore, covering his mouth quickly. How rude to say in front of a lady! Not to mention he'd just made a complete ass of himself and gotten his clothes dirty in one move. Obviously asking her for a change of clothes was unfeasible, as was to have her wash his pants which would mean...well, that would certainly make a good excuse and if he was reading the signs correctly, that was something they both seemed to want. "What should we do about this?" he asked her as the kettle started to whine. On the small mantle between the living room and the kitchen were an assortment of pictures of people who looked enough like her to be her family. A picture of her, an older man that could easily be her father, and a young man a few years younger than her. She and the same boy were in another photograph with an older woman. While each captured moment beamed with love and familial togetherness, the four of them did not appear together once. They had a few pictures from graduation with small groups of friends, and while she had some guy friends it seemed - there were no prom or other romantically inclined once to be seen. As he reached for the counter and the dishwasher, she tried to stop him. With a gasp, she reached to try to catch the soapy dish to only end up with her palms wet and awkwardly close to her instructors genitals. The front of his trousers were soaked, and with the undiluted soap - it wasn't something that could just dry and be fine. "Well. Umm." She stammered, trying to think as she righted herself and turned the heat off of the kettle so it stopped screaming. "I can toss them in the wash, and I probably have a pair of lounge pants that you can wear in the meantime. They won't be fashionable, but it would be more modest. You probably don't want to let that detergent dry though." Paige stepped around him gingerly and disappeared into her bedroom, only to return a few moments later with a pair of black relaxed drawstring slacks with ransom music notes in white printed on them. Offering them out to him, she smiled nervously. "Bathrooms just through there, and I'll get the tea." Paige went back into the kitchen, bumping the dishwasher closed with her hip and starting to fill a pair of clean mugs with the steaming water and tea bags. She tried not to think of the idea of John in his knickers in her living room, but naughtily kept entertaining the idea. It was slowly becoming more and more simple to ignore his professional title, though she wouldn't dare use a familiar name without being offered. He was not only gorgeous, which is where most of the other gawkers stopped, but he was intelligent and passionate. While living and breathing whatever piece of knowledge he was trying to impart, he also had a genuine love for life. Not many people had that sparkle in their eyes every day. Mugs in hand, she carried them to the couch and set them on the coffee table. "Oh, bless." he replied when she offered to wash his slacks, it was such a chore doing it himself; they may have given the staff free room and board, but other amenities weren't so generously offered. He felt strange wearing something informal with her, but it might have helped them both; they could feel less like they were walking on eggshells around each other given the unusual circumstances of a teacher and student in such close quarters. He accepted the vibrant pantaloons and changed in the bathroom, admiring how much different a woman's was decorated compared to his own. Furthermore, he was by no means a slob, but he was the only one who ever went in there, and so he didn't really have any reason to fancy it up. The cute little towels and soap dish in Paige's loo were amusing; she didn't give off the entirely girly-girl aura, but it was nice to see she didn't abandon the notion entirely. He liked a woman not to be fiercely masculine or sickeningly feminine, and Paige was the perfect moderate balance. He looked at himself in her mirror. Well, they certainly weren't very flattering, but they were soft and comfortable. And easy to remove, he thought jokingly, but his breath caught in his throat when the reality of the situation started sinking in. This wasn't going to end without something very serious or something very disappointing happening. He opened the bathroom door slowly and put his pants in the washing machine, returning to the sitting room. He sat back down and carefully picked up his mug, testing the amount of heat and sipping softly, wondering what flavor she had chosen. Somehow he always liked how tea made him feel, more than the average person, like it was a strangely medicinal effect on his brain. Even just the smell filled him with calm. "Thank you." he smiled behind his cup, meeting her eyes but not showing his mouth or nose as if he was frightened to let her see how he was reacting to her. He slowly lowered it to the table, pushing it past the edge so it wouldn't accidentally fall. He was wary of things that could cause the ground to shake, after all." So..." he couldn't think of what exactly he wanted to say. He knew what he wanted to say, actually, but that would be highly unorthodox for a teacher. "Any idea what you're doing for the holidays?" he asked, though it showed on his face that he regretted letting that escape. The semester was almost over and the summer holiday was approaching, and he had plans to go travelling. What would she think if he invited her along-to even suggest that she accompany him? It wasn't anything committal, but in the meantime...she'd want to thank him even if she didn't want to go, naturally, and they were both practically champing at the bit for each other as it was. He had to make something happen now or regret it forever. "I'm thinking of travelling over the summer, and I'd like someone I can talk to with me while I go gallivanting wherever I please. Does that tickle your fancy?" he proposed, figuring he'd take whatever she said or did next as it came and work with it.

The Twelfth Doctor (Mathim x Embiechan)|rating:4.0

Nation of Nothnedrin (IC Thread)

Kingdom Level Rules:Spoiler Hide The Kingdom has three important parts: important people, buildings, and resources. Each turn has the king/queen using their resources and people to solve problems that arise during the turn. For this game, a turn will last one game week; though I will try to make enough interesting stuff happen that you will be occupied until the next turn comes up (nothing is worse than a slow/boring game). For this game, your kingdom's level starts at 10. It may raise further later. Important People: Your kingdom will have important people equal to one half of the kingdom's level. Notable people have two skills that are related to their profession. A druid might have nature and heal, while a diplomat might have diplomacy and perception. The King can choose to assign the initial people, they may be injured, killed, or otherwise removed from the game due to events. Buildings: Your kingdom can have important buildings equal to one half the kingdom's level. Additionally, these buildings range in level from one to five. For each level of building, it requires two materials per turn to operate. Each level of a building provides either a +2 bonuses to one resource or +3 to a skill for the kingdom. For example, a LVL 2 Arcane College would use 4 materials per turn, provide a +3 to arcane checks and a +2 production to luxuries. Resources: There are five resources. Population, which is equal to kingdom level, luxuries, materials, weapons, and food. A Kingdom can select two of the non-population resources to specialize in. You can assign your population to produce each of the four resources. Resources the kingdom specializes in are produced at twice the rate as the other resources. Each unit of population assigned to a resource generates one unit of that resource per turn (two if specialized). Gold: The Kingdom will also have a gold fund. This is from taxes levied on the merchants in the game, and is a slush fund used to lure adventurers to quests that solve problems that arise in the kingdom. Skill Checks: A Kingdom can make skill checks per turn equal to one half its level. Skill checks are used to resolve kingdom-level challenges, though sometimes there will be more challenges than skill checks...and a failed skill check is still used. More specifics will be given once the game starts, there are some specific rules that only really matter when certain actions are taken (like how to upgrade buildings and raise armies). This first turn you must decide on a few things:First; decide which two of the four resources to specialize in. You may decide on two buildings of up to LVL 2. You may choose what bonuses they provide. You must decide on what kind of special people to recruit. Furthermore, you can be as specific as you'd like. Furthermore, you may recruit two people this turn. You can also decide on a few things about your nation. What has happened in it since the end of the great war (about 10 years ago)? What kind of government does it have? What other info would be useful to a player coming to your nation? Any questions for me? What effects do the resources have? And can the king personally leave the city to say, diplomas with other nations or rally troops? Do we have an army? Can we expand the city? (e.g. Conquer the surrounding area) or look for artifacts for the good of the city? And what race can we make our people to be? AAS a king your character can do anything a normal character could, but are limited to one major action a turn (leading a battle, negotiating a treaty, killing goblin tribe). The mechanic will make sense after the first turn. Resources are used to upgrade buildings, trade and solve challenges. For example, if there are bandits raiding nearby you could pay them off with 1 luxury per turn and solve the problem temporarily, or you could raise an army (1-2 weapons per turn) to fight them off. Or you could send your intimidating barbarian Guard Captain (a special person) to try to intimidate them away. Most nations are human or even or a mix; you can be an ethnic homeland for another race if you want. NothnedrinNothnedrin is...unique. Not in terms of population (which consists of a good mixture of humans and elves), but rather it's political structure. It's weird and convoluted. Those in power are of a specific circle, with one being the highest and 9 being the lowest, all of which are in command of the King. While 9th Circle people can be found throughout the city, 1st Circle people are almost never seen, to the point of becoming a myth. No one, not even those part of the circles know what is the exact function of the circle and the duties of the others. It is a mystery, even to political observers, and it appears that only the King knows what's going on. ResourcesNothnedrin specializes in luxury goods and materials, to cater to the needs of the needs of the rich and the work of the needy. BuildingsThe Workshop of Art (LVL 2, +3 Arcane, +2 luxuries)Many flock to this massive building in their free time; with magical aid, it can paint a picture on a person's mind, or of a person's mind. These works of art, some abstract, some weird, all beautiful, are placed on the gallery for public viewing. Myra's Portal (LVL 2, +3 Arcane, +2 materials)A couple of years ago, a wizard called Myra managed to establish a permanent portal to another plane, one rich with resources. Apparently monsters too, for Myra was found dead inside, although no one found any monsters to date. Even now, wizards are still studying the mysterious portal to see how it works and what maintains it. Important People Myra the Undead, 7th Circle Being a valuable asset, Myra was revived - as an undead, and she retains most of her memories and mental faculties. She constantly wears a black cloak to hide her unnatural paleness, and caries a scepter, the tip of which is a brilliant jewel (Arcane and Endurance)Zero the Musician, 5th Circle musician trained in every single instrument available, with such talent that could make trees sway to his songs, he is an invaluable asset. With his glib tongue and professional manner that comes with being a musician, he is a great diplomat, and a mighty bluffer. (Diplomacy and Bluff)Is it ok so far? Looks good so far. As soon as I have your character we can start your first turn. Realized there's at least one more thing to do:I need to know your nation's stats and what skills they have bonuses to. Basically when you send out someone to make a check or have something happen that requires a check, the Kingdom itself rolls a skill check as if it were a player. Things like your buildings provide bonuses to that check. So here is what I need in addition to the above:Attributes: assign this array to the kingdom: 14, 12, 12, 10, 10, 10Skill Bonus: Assign a +2 bonuses to three skills for this kingdom Starting Resources: divide 20 points between food, weapons, luxuries and materials. Food and Luxuries have a per turn upkeep of 1/2* population and 1/3 * population per turn. Materials have an upkeep of 1 per building size per building (so 2 LVL 2 buildings require 4 materials per turn to upkeep them). I'll use the same character, upgraded to level 10. Carriac Will'm guessing Nothredrin is a reflection of its king, so... Str: 10Con: 10Dex: 10Int: 12Wis: 12Char: 14The people rarely utilize any physical force for a living, and tend to depend on wit and cunning to make forge alliances or outwit foes. Skill Bonus:ArcanaDiplomacyStreetwiseFor most living in Nothredrin, the main aim in life is to be part of the Circle, for it confers benefits and access to restricted areas. However, entry into the Circle is a mystery. Some talented people never enter the Circle, while some seemingly worthless people could enter with ease. There is rumored to be tests to enter, but these tests appear weird and random; Entry into the 5th Circle could entail killing a rich for one, but bringing back 5 dead chickens for another. That doesn't stop people trying though, and they utilize various means and ways to find a way in. Resources:4 Food6 Luxuries6 Materials4 Weapons The players can try to be part of the Circle if they want. It is not restricted to residents alone! A little bit more about the King. Years ago, during the great war, The Duke Of Nothredrin lay dying on his throne, assassinated by his own heir, Cardiac. It was not a coup, it was not rebellion. It was a test, and Cardiac passed. In his dying breath, the Duke whispered to Cardiac, words that none would understand, but yet would give Cardiac to power and courage to save Nothredrin from destruction:"The King hails the Bishop"Since then, Cardiac, under the title of 'The King', dismissed all the previous array of advisors and established a new political system, the Circles of Power. Under his direct influence, he chooses who went into which Circle, and who did what, never sharing his motives, never sharing his designs. Whether it be to prevent spies from figuring out what was going on, or an obscure master plan, it succeeded, and Nothredrin survived the war forging alliances, defecting from one group to another, and always staying one step ahead of others. But after the war, things remain the same, and Cardiac is not letting on what is happening. It appears that his plan is not yet complete... Turn 1:Nothnedrin:Spoiler Hide Attributes STR: 10 Con: 10 DEX: 10 Int: 12 Wis: 12 CIA: 14 Skills (X indicates important person in the field) Acrobatics (DEX) +5 Arcane (Int) +14 X Athletics (STR) +5 Bluff (CIA) +7 X Diplomacy (CIA) +9 X Dungeoneering (Wis) +6 Endurance (Con) +5 X Heal (Wis) +6 History (Int) +6 Insight (Wis) +6 Intimidate (CIA) +7 Nature (Wis) +6 Perception (Wis) +6 Religion (Int) +6 Stealth (DEX) +5 Streetwise (CIA) +9 Thievery (DEX) +5 Important Buildings The Workshop of Art (LVL 2, +3 Arcane, +2 luxuries) Many flock to this massive building in their free time; with magical aid, it can paint a picture on a person's mind, or of a person's mind. These works of art, some abstract, some weird, all beautiful, are placed on the gallery for public viewing. Myra's Portal (LVL 2, +3 Arcane, +2 materials) A couple of years ago, a wizard called Myra managed to establish a permanent portal to another plane, one rich with resources. Apparently monsters too, for Myra was found dead inside, although no one found any monsters to date. Even now, wizards are still studying the mysterious portal to see how it works and what maintains it. Important Personage Myra the Undead, 7th Circle Being a valuable asset, Myra was revived - as an undead, and she retains most of her memories and mental faculties. She constantly wears a black cloak to hide her unnatural paleness, and caries a scepter, the tip of which is a brilliant jewel (Arcane and Endurance) Zero the Musician, 5th Circle A musician trained in every single instrument available, with such talent that could make trees sway to his songs, he is an invaluable asset. With his glib tongue and professional manner that comes with being a musician, he is a great diplomat, and a mighty bluffer. (Diplomacy and Bluff) Mini Stats Buildings: 2 of 5 max Important People: 2 of 5 max Resources (Materials and Luxuries produce 2x from population; you have 10 population to assign to production) Food: 4–5 Upkeep = -1 Materials: 6–4 Upkeep = 2 + 2 (Myra's Portal) = 4 Luxuries: 6–3 Upkeep = 3 + 2 (Workshop of Art) = 5 Weapons: 4 You have used 0 of 5 skill checks for this round You may spend resources to try to recruit additional important people (food, luxuries or weapons) or materials to begin construction of new buildings (though this requires several successful skill checks) Challenges Spoiler Hide Border Incursion (LVL 3 challenge): Abolish soldiers have been spotted around one of the border villages. This bodes ill for peace, as the presence of another nation's soldiers in your nation diminish the feeling of sovereignty. The situation will have to be dealt with, and the sooner, the better. Spies (LVL 2 challenge): A spy has been caught in your map room, taking notes and copying some correspondence you had not yet seen. Your bodyguard killed the man before you could question him, but his presence along is foreboding. Where there is one, there will be more. Treaties Expiring (LVL 1 challenge): The ten-year anniversary of the end of hostilities is coming up. This also means the ten year artist is expiring. While the larger threat comes from your bigger neighbors, the smaller nations that neighbor you are a more immediate threat, as there will be little recourse but open and brutal war unless a new treaty can be worked out. The Tenth Circle (LVL 1 challenge): There are rumors that a group of men and women is gathering, calling themselves the tenth circle. You aren't sure their purpose, but they must be dealt with in some way. The Portal Shimmering (LVL 1 Challenge): An anomaly has appeared in Myra's Portal. Occasionally, people entering it will merely appear on the other side on this plane, while rarely, one will be torn apart, body parts flying in every direction. In either case, a slight shimmer can be seen in the portal immediately before the anomaly. Something must be done, or the portal will become unusable. You have 5 skill checks to use to resolve the challenges. You may handle one challenge yourself (it will be a solo adventure that will take place after we resolve this turn). Furthermore, you may choose to make skill checks with some, and find out the results before choosing to spend skill points in other places. If you run out of skill checks, you can suppress a challenge by spending one point of a resource per challenge level. This prevents the challenge from growing this turn, but does not defeat it. You may assign special people to a skill check, but they are in danger if they fail the check by a certain amount. They can only be used in one check per turn. If you have any questions, please ask. Can I Arcane all the challenges? And is it the same as the rules you showed us? (i.e. fail by 5+, important person removed, DC is hard of that level) By the way, I'm spending my population like this:5 on Food2 on Luxuries3 on Materials0 on Weapons Going to rule you can only use each skill once per turn (so you can arcane one of the challenges, and it needs to make sense)And yes, fail by 5 and your person could be in danger of being removed. I'll play safe first, then see how it goes from there The Portal Shimmering (LVL 1 Challenge):Myra's portal is Myra's problem, and as such, it is only natural that she should go and solve the problem. Arriving at the seen, she ignores the pieces of dead people and lifts her scepter, the jewel blasting forth a bright light to stabilize the portal.(1d20+14)[26]The important person adds another +5, right? If so, just add that +5 to the roll Myra's actions on her portal seem to stabilize it for now. It stops its shimmering and seems to be safe for the moment. Yes, a person adds +5 to the check. Treaties Expiring(LVL 1 challenge):Zero sits in his chambers, practicing his lute, when he receives a summons from the King himself. After a private audience with the King, he departs at once, travelling to the other cities to score a peace treaty with Nothredrin (I don't care if they go and treaty with Lin lam or the other city, the main importance is that they don't attack Nothredrin)Diplomacy:(1d20+14)[31] Zero sends messages back that he is making great successes with extending the peace treaties. Surely this means that the legal safety of your nation will continue for now. Challenge Defeated You have used 2 of 5 skill checks, and both your important people. Wait, the portal isn't established permanently?! Arggh. Streetwise check to find out more about the 10th Circle, and more importantly their leader. If they mean harm, kill them. If not, bring them to my private chambers, where we'll have a discussion. In fact, bring the leader to my private chamber for some electrical torture. Streetwise:(1d20+9)[10] Meanwhile, I'll solve the spy problem. Spies (LVL 2 challenge):The King spreads rumors that the guards are sick, and the map room is temporarily unguarded on a specific time. However, it is a trap, and all the guards are hidden and ordered to capture any intruders alive. Bluff:(1d20+7)[18] The portal challenge is defeated, so for this turn it won't be a problem. That's not to say that things can't happen to it in the future. Your spies are unable to uncover any further hints of the 10th circle. The circle is being very cautious and secretive, and will certainly undercut your authority just by existing unless something is done about it. Skill Check failure The King's attempts to lure a spy into his trap fail miserably. There are no spies that come to the map room. It might be because there are no other spies, or it might be because the spies caught on to the trap. Skill Check Failure (just so you know, taking care of a problem personally triggers an adventure, not just a skill check). Turn 1: Mid-turn RecapNothnedrin:Spoiler Hide Attributes STR: 10 Con: 10 DEX: 10 Int: 12 Wis: 12 CIA: 14 Skills (X indicates important person in the field) Acrobatics (DEX) +5 Arcane (Int) +14 X Athletics (STR) +5 Bluff (CIA) +7 X Diplomacy (CIA) +9 X Dungeoneering (Wis) +6 Endurance (Con) +5 X Heal (Wis) +6 History (Int) +6 Insight (Wis) +6 Intimidate (CIA) +7 Nature (Wis) +6 Perception (Wis) +6 Religion (Int) +6 Stealth (DEX) +5 Streetwise (CIA) +9 Thievery (DEX) +5 Important Buildings The Workshop of Art (LVL 2, +3 Arcane, +2 luxuries) Many flock to this massive building in their free time; with magical aid, it can paint a picture on a person's mind, or of a person's mind. These works of art, some abstract, some weird, all beautiful, are placed on the gallery for public viewing. Myra's Portal (LVL 2, +3 Arcane, +2 materials) A couple of years ago, a wizard called Myra managed to establish a permanent portal to another plane, one rich with resources. Apparently monsters too, for Myra was found dead inside, although no one found any monsters to date. Even now, wizards are still studying the mysterious portal to see how it works and what maintains it. Important Personage Myra the Undead, 7th Circle Being a valuable asset, Myra was revived - as an undead, and she retains most of her memories and mental faculties. She constantly wears a black cloak to hide her unnatural paleness, and caries a scepter, the tip of which is a brilliant jewel (Arcane and Endurance) Zero the Musician, 5th Circle A musician trained in every single instrument available, with such talent that could make trees sway to his songs, he is an invaluable asset. With his glib tongue and professional manner that comes with being a musician, he is a great diplomat, and a mighty bluffer. (Diplomacy and Bluff) Mini Stats Buildings: 2 of 5 max Important People: 2 of 5 max Resources (Materials and Luxuries produce 2x from population; you have 10 population to assign to production) Food: 4–5 Upkeep = -1 +5 production = 4 Materials: 6–4 Upkeep = 2 + 2 (Myra's Portal) = 4 + (3 production x 2) = 10 Luxuries: 6–3 Upkeep = 3 + 2 (Workshop of Art) = 5 + (2 production x 2) = 9 Weapons: 4 You have used 4 of 5 skill checks for this round You may spend resources to try to recruit additional important people (food, luxuries or weapons) or materials to begin construction of new buildings (though this requires several successful skill checks) Challenges Spoiler Hide Border Incursion (LVL 3 challenge): Abolish soldiers have been spotted around one of the border villages. This bodes ill for peace, as the presence of another nation's soldiers in your nation diminish the feeling of sovereignty. The situation will have to be dealt with, and the sooner, the better. Spies (LVL 2 challenge): A spy has been caught in your map room, taking notes and copying some correspondence you had not yet seen. Your bodyguard killed the man before you could question him, but his presence along is foreboding. Where there is one, there will be more. Treaties Expiring (LVL 1 challenge): The ten-year anniversary of the end of hostilities is coming up. This also means the ten year artist is expiring. While the larger threat comes from your bigger neighbors, the smaller nations that neighbor you are a more immediate threat, as there will be little recourse but open and brutal war unless a new treaty can be worked out. Challenge Defeated The Tenth Circle (LVL 1 challenge): There are rumors that a group of men and women is gathering, calling themselves the tenth circle. You aren't sure their purpose, but they must be dealt with in some way. The Portal Shimmering (LVL 1 Challenge): An anomaly has appeared in Myra's Portal. Occasionally, people entering it will merely appear on the other side on this plane, while rarely, one will be torn apart, body parts flying in every direction. In either case, a slight shimmer can be seen in the portal immediately before the anomaly. Something must be done, or the portal will become unusable. Challenge Defeated You have 5 skill checks to use to resolve the challenges. You may handle one challenge yourself (it will be a solo adventure that will take place after we resolve this turn). You may choose to make skill checks with some, and find out the results before choosing to spend skill points in other places. If you run out of skill checks, you can suppress a challenge by spending one point of a resource per challenge level. This prevents the challenge from growing this turn, but does not defeat it. You may assign special people to a skill check, but they are in danger if they fail the check by a certain amount. They can only be used in one check per turn. The Tenth Circle (LVL 1 challenge):The King spreads rumors that anyone affiliated with the 10th Circle, if they don't own up now, will be found out, and will hang and quartered. And that's the best scenario. Intimidate:(1d20+7)[22]Meanwhile, I'll spend 2 luxuries to suppress the Spy threat by putting a doubling the number of guards and installing some extra security measures. And I'll solve the border incursion business myself. Carriac will temporarily leave the city, but will still direct his Circles with telepathy and other magical devices. The intimidation seems to work. A number of people from various classes and positions flee the city. All of them foreigners who are not part of any circle. You presume they are from the mysterious tenth circle, and do not want to risk being killed for their membership. Turn 1: Pre-Adventure RecapNothnedrin:Spoiler Hide Attributes STR: 10 Con: 10 DEX: 10 Int: 12 Wis: 12 CIA: 14 Skills (X indicates important person in the field) Acrobatics (DEX) +5 Arcane (Int) +14 X Athletics (STR) +5 Bluff (CIA) +7 X Diplomacy (CIA) +9 X Dungeoneering (Wis) +6 Endurance (Con) +5 X Heal (Wis) +6 History (Int) +6 Insight (Wis) +6 Intimidate (CIA) +7 Nature (Wis) +6 Perception (Wis) +6 Religion (Int) +6 Stealth (DEX) +5 Streetwise (CIA) +9 Thievery (DEX) +5 Important Buildings The Workshop of Art (LVL 2, +3 Arcane, +2 luxuries) Many flock to this massive building in their free time; with magical aid, it can paint a picture on a person's mind, or of a person's mind. These works of art, some abstract, some weird, all beautiful, are placed on the gallery for public viewing. Myra's Portal (LVL 2, +3 Arcane, +2 materials) A couple of years ago, a wizard called Myra managed to establish a permanent portal to another plane, one rich with resources. Apparently monsters too, for Myra was found dead inside, although no one found any monsters to date. Even now, wizards are still studying the mysterious portal to see how it works and what maintains it. Important Personage Myra the Undead, 7th Circle Being a valuable asset, Myra was revived - as an undead, and she retains most of her memories and mental faculties. She constantly wears a black cloak to hide her unnatural paleness, and caries a scepter, the tip of which is a brilliant jewel (Arcane and Endurance) Zero the Musician, 5th Circle A musician trained in every single instrument available, with such talent that could make trees sway to his songs, he is an invaluable asset. With his glib tongue and professional manner that comes with being a musician, he is a great diplomat, and a mighty bluffer. (Diplomacy and Bluff) Mini Stats Buildings: 2 of 5 max Important People: 2 of 5 max Resources (Materials and Luxuries produce 2x from population; you have 10 population to assign to production) Food: 4–5 Upkeep = -1 +5 production = 4 Materials: 6–4 Upkeep = 2 + 2 (Myra's Portal) = 4 + (3 production x 2) = 10 Luxuries: 6–3 Upkeep = 3 + 2 (Workshop of Art) = 5 + (2 production x 2) = 9–2 Suppression = 7 Weapons: 4 You have used 5 of 5 skill checks for this round You may spend resources to try to recruit additional important people (food, luxuries or weapons) or materials to begin construction of new buildings (though this requires several successful skill checks) Challenges Spoiler Hide Border Incursion (LVL 3 challenge): Abolish soldiers have been spotted around one of the border villages. This bodes ill for peace, as the presence of another nation's soldiers in your nation diminish the feeling of sovereignty. The situation will have to be dealt with, and the sooner, the better. The King is handling this personally Spies (LVL 2 challenge): A spy has been caught in your map room, taking notes and copying some correspondence you had not yet seen. Your bodyguard killed the man before you could question him, but his presence along is foreboding. Where there is one, there will be more. You are suppressing this with heavier guard presence, paid for by 2 luxuries. Treaties Expiring (LVL 1 challenge): The ten-year anniversary of the end of hostilities is coming up. This also means the ten year artist is expiring. While the larger threat comes from your bigger neighbors, the smaller nations that neighbor you are a more immediate threat, as there will be little recourse but open and brutal war unless a new treaty can be worked out. Challenge Defeated The Tenth Circle (LVL 1 challenge): There are rumors that a group of men and women is gathering, calling themselves the tenth circle. You aren't sure their purpose, but they must be dealt with in some way. Challenge Defeated The Portal Shimmering (LVL 1 Challenge): An anomaly has appeared in Myra's Portal. Occasionally, people entering it will merely appear on the other side on this plane, while rarely, one will be torn apart, body parts flying in every direction. In either case, a slight shimmer can be seen in the portal immediately before the anomaly. Something must be done, or the portal will become unusable. Challenge Defeated You have 5 skill checks to use to resolve the challenges. You may handle one challenge yourself (it will be a solo adventure that will take place after we resolve this turn). You may choose to make skill checks with some, and find out the results before choosing to spend skill points in other places. If you run out of skill checks, you can suppress a challenge by spending one point of a resource per challenge level. This prevents the challenge from growing this turn, but does not defeat it. You may assign special people to a skill check, but they are in danger if they fail the check by a certain amount. They can only be used in one check per turn. Turn 1 AdventureCarriac rides out to find the enemy soldiers. Soon enough, he finds those that reported the sightings, farmhands on a village near the border. Several of the young men who spotted the soldiers have disappeared since, leaving concerned parents behind. Only one of the boys remains in the village, and he seems unwilling to leave, even to show you where the soldiers were spotted. I should really fill up on how my character looks like, shouldn't I? Carriac asks the parents if they know anything, and if they don't Cardiac goes back to the boy." Please lead me to them if you want to save your friends. Your friends will die, if they are not already dead, if we do not hurry." Carriac tells the boy, purposely modulating his voice such that it displays some degree of urgency and, but yet not too much to put the boy in a panic. Diplomacy:(1d20+21)[39] The boy seems unwilling, until you mention that his friends will probably die. Reluctantly, he does lead you a short distance away. He takes you to an abandoned farmhouse, and tells you that the soldiers were camped in an empty field to the west. His friends had been searching the farmhouse for anything useful when they saw the soldiers. Telling the boy to return, he enters the farmhouse in hopes of any clues. If the farmhouse has multiple levels, he climbs up and sees if he can get a good look at the soldiers. The farmhouse seems to have been long abandoned. The dust is disturbed, probably from the boys investigating it recently. Reaching the second story, you can see the indicated field through a broken window. Smoke rises towards the sky from a little further in the distance. The soldiers may not be camped in the field any longer, but chances are they aren't far off. Cardiac leaves the farmhouse and follows the smoke on his horse, moving at a brisk, yet unworried, pace, wearing his signature mask as he climbs aboard his steed, his twin staffs laying across his back. I've filled up my character sheet on my character's appearance, since you didn't say anything. If you need it though:Spoiler Hide Cardiac is...unique in appearance, and is easily distinguishable from afar as the King of Nothredrin. His standard attire is a blue outfit, complete with a black cloak, on the back of which is a design of nine concentric circles, the center of which is a crown. His clothes slightly resemble robes. However, the thing that stands out are his weapons; few students of the Arcane actually wields dual staffs, but Cardiac is one of them. Each staff is lean and similar in appearance, save for one feature; one has a red crystal at it's tip, and the other, green. He occasionally wears a white mask as well. When his mask is removed though, people wonder why he bothers wearing one-he is quite handsome, with chiseled features and strong, blue eyes. It is not very hard to find the encampment. Just off the field, where the woods get thick again, six tents and three fires are evident. Sure enough, men in Abolish uniforms can be seen, though there is no sign of the two boys that are supposed to be prisoners. The soldiers have not seen you yet, but it is doubtful if they are willing to kidnap children that they will meet you with a kind reception. "Soldiers of Abolish!" Why have you come? Give me a satisfactory answer, lest I reduce you to bones!" Carriac roars, his voice booming across the plains. Spoiler Hide Casting Prestation to make my voice loud and scary. Intimidate: (1d20+16)[26] You see men going for crossbows, but none fleeing. They give no answer either, just douse campfires and prepare for a fight. Clearly these are either professional soldiers, or very hard veteran mercenaries. "Fools! You dare attack The King?! Your king will have your families executed for this slight!" Carriac carefully scans the plains, hoping for an advantage. Spoiler Hide Bluff: (1d20+16)[19] Perception: (1d20+5)[22] to find out if they're defectors and if there's anything that can help, e.g. where the boys are or any explosive barrels... History: (1d20+5)[12] to know the surrounding area for any spots where I can get an advantage. "You are no king of mine, impostor." One of the soldiers yells." We are servants of the Empress, may she live forever, and these lands are rightfully hers. Come forward and be recognized!" You cannot recall any useful places around the area for a tactical advantage, and these men seem adamant to defend their camp. You think you spot movement inside one of the central tents, which could be where they boys are being kept. "I never said I was your king. I am The King. The King of Nothredrin. And what would your Empress say if she finds out YOU are on MY lands, kidnapping MY people and threatening ME? Carriac says as he calmly walks forward, his hands ready to draw his staff. Spoiler Hide Diplomacy: (1d20+21)[37] "I do not speak for the Empress, but we are here to claim these lands back. Your nation is an abomination, left to fester for ten years. We are the arm of the Empress, and will take back what is ours by force." He nods towards the tent in the middle." Your spies are in that tent. You may have them back, we have branded them so they will not be mistaken for innocent folk next time." I'm going to get into combat aren't I?" In your zealous endeavors, you have harmed innocent folk. They are not part of my Circle. And do not claim land that is not yours. We have the treaties to prove that this place belongs to us. If your Empress truly believes that this is not the case, she would have attacked after the Great War, when we were still weak and recovering. Ask her. She will tell you the same. Leave now, or face both MY wrath and YOUR empress's." (maybe)The soldiers behind their leader start to mutter to each other, but the captain puts a hand up." We will not leave. Drive us out if you wish, but we will not leave." "Ask the Empress right now. Send someone, use a magical spell to tell her, I care not. If you really take over this place, what do you think happens next? My kingdom will attack you. The other Kingdoms, when they realize the empress has broken the treaty, will unite together, and destroy her kingdom, since, if she can attack one kingdom, why not another? And this would be seen as a dishonest grab for land and power." "We have our orders, signed and sealed by the Signet of the House of Caravan. We need no other proof this is where we should be. Gather your army to drive us out if you wish, but since you have not done so already, I question your ability to. I tire of talking to a man who is full of so much hot air." Just a question: can my character really handle them all solo? There are 12 soldiers, all professionals, and you are a clothe...probably not. What level are they roughly? How much do hp do they have? I want to see how many I can one-shot... That is not information your character would have. Individually they would be no trouble to you, and you could probably kill a few, but they would overwhelm you if you were by yourself. "And so I shall. Release the innocents"Cardiac said hauntingly. He leads them in the direction of the abandoned farmhouse, with Cardiac on his horse. However, as soon as they travelled a distance, Cardiac cried out:"Branding innocents, harming them! You shall pay, by order of the King!" Spoiler Hide Ten squares away, I'll cast Dancing lightning at the nearest cluster of enemies. The captain if possible. Attack: (1d20+17)[31] VS Reflex Damage: (2d10+13)[22] lightning damage, adjacent stake 11 thunder damage. I think. Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong Move action: move as far as I can on my horse (minor action to climb it if possible, if not, shooting on still horse first) and boys running (double move for them) (are you running from the battle, or do you intend to continue fighting? Just wondering if I need to make a map or not) If they pursue, I plan to make my stand at the abandoned farmhouse, dealing damage to them as we move, as I can move faster than them on my horse, and I'm ranged. Acutally, I think I can wipe them out with this tactic They ignore your bluster, and your attack, though some are injured by it. They fire off a volley of crossbow bolts after you, one hitting one of the boys, dropping him to the ground, bleeding profusely. They make no attempt to follow you, and the other boy continues to run with you. Pushing the injured boy onto the horse, Cardiac tells them to run away, then focuses his attention on the Captain." You will harm no more innocents!" Carriac yelled, his staffs glowing as they let off a burst of light. Spoiler Hide Casting Dazzling Ray on the Captain. Attack: (1d20+17)[24] VS Will Damage: (6d6+13)[28] radiant. Even roll on attack = penalty to attack rolls equal to DEX modifier Crossbows twang again, even with the dazzled captain, four bolts hit Cardiac (15 damage, let me know if you want to interrupt them). Soldiers move forward out of the camp, closing the distance swiftly (they will be in charging range next round). If it's not too much to ask, can I have a map? (even though I might be running. Hope you didn't get angry at that)And is there any indication if the captain is bloodied? And is it possible to know the range of these crossbows? The captain appears barely bloodied. Spoiler Hide Red guy is the captain, the archers are crossbowmen, and the sword-wielding ones are melee soldiers. Standard crossbow has a range of 15/30 ... Oops. I just realized. Attack and damage, do they use the mod+1/2 level or just the pure mod? Also, I forgot to factor this in:Chaos Burst: Your first attack roll during each of your turns determines a benefit you gain in that round. If you roll an even number, you gain a +1bonus to AC until the start of your next turn. If you roll an odd number, you make a saving throw. Chaos Power: You gain a bonus to the damage rolls of arcane powers equal to your Dexterity modifier. The bonus increases to your Dexterity modifier+ 2 at 11th level and your Dexterity modifier + 4 at21st level. Unfettered Power: When you roll a natural 20on an attack roll for an arcane power, you slide the target 1 square and knock it prone after applying the attack’s other effects. When you roll a natural 1 on an attack roll for an arcane power, you must push each creature within 5 squares of you 1 square. Attack rolls use 1/2 level + ability + implement + misc Damage rolls use ability + implement + misc The bolts that hit you would still hit you, even with +1 AC. Cardiac shot a burst of magic at the captain, and satisfied that he had revenge his people (for now), he heads back (regally). Spoiler Hide Casting Chaos Bolt at the captain. Attack: (1d20+17)[25] VS Will Damage: (1d10+10)[19] psychic damage. Moving away as far as I can to the right. (Are you really leaving now?) The captain remains on his feet despite the damage, and the crossbowmen take formation around the camp, readying themselves for action. I can't take them all down solo, and I think I have waylay too many skills for teleporting. Unless....is the captain near death? I think I can take him down then run for my life. Is it possible to spend one weapon for reinforcements? Originally Posted by Vest I can't take them all down solo, and I think I have waylay too many skills for teleporting. Unless....is the captain near death? I think I can take him down then run for my life. Is it possible to spend one weapon for reinforcements? Well, you could probably kill the captain, but you would be pin cushioned as the bows have superior range than your powers. You cannot call in reinforcements by using resources mid-adventure, but in the future you could but only if you decide it before heading out. That's why I have so many immediate interrupt powers. Will killing the captain solve or suppress the problem? Or none at all? Originally Posted by Vest That's why I have so many immediate interrupt powers. Will killing the captain solve or suppress the problem? Or none at all? It is already suppressed. Killing the captain and a few others will reduce it by 1 level, wiping all of them out will defeat the challenge. Cardiac stops his tracks, halted by the sight of blood. What angered him was not the fact that they dared attacked a king. What made him furious was that try DARED attacked his people. People who were innocent. Changing his mind, he walked back, anger in his eyes. He would make the captain pay, even if the only thing he could do is fire one more shot. Better make that shot count then. Spoiler Hide Casting Chaos Bolt again at the captain. Attack: (1d20+17)[36] VS Will Damage: (1d10+10)[19] psychic damage Spoiler Hide Since I rolled an even number for my primary attack roll, I make a secondary attack on H12. Attack: (1d20+17)[26] Damage: (1d6+10)[15] Spoiler Hide Since I rolled an even number for my secondary attack roll, I get to make another one. This time on J15. Attack: (1d20+17)[34] Damage: (1d6+10)[14] Spoiler Hide Since I rolled an even number for my secondary attack roll, I get to make another one. This time on K15. Attack: (1d20+17)[26] Damage: (1d6+10)[15] Spoiler Hide Since I rolled an even number for my secondary attack roll, I get to make another one. This time on L14. Attack: (1d20+17)[20] Damage: (1d6+10)[12] Spoiler Hide Since I rolled an even number for my secondary attack roll, I get to make another one. This time on M14. Attack: (1d20+17)[34] Damage: (1d6+10)[14] Spoiler Hide Since I rolled an even number for my secondary attack roll, I get to make another one. This time on O14. Attack: (1d20+17)[34] Damage: (1d6+10)[13] Spoiler Hide Since I rolled an even number for my secondary attack roll, I get to make another one. This time on L12. Please let me know if I did anything wrong Attack: (1d20+17)[37] Damage: (1d6+10)[11] Spoiler Hide I know I shouldn't, but I just have to... You, sir, have the devil's own luck. Damn. (if it's okay with you, I'll resolve this in a summary)Cardiac's mighty magic kills several of the soldiers, and sends the rest scattering, leaving behind their tents and some of their equipment. The bodies are enough evidence that soldiers at least in the livery of the Amylase army were in your territory, but it is doubtful that this will be the end of things. And a critical on the last roll too! Carriac fires a signal into the air with Prestation, and the sky lights up with 9 concentric circles, the rest fading except the outermost one. The crown in the center dissolves and reforms into a single gold blade pointing upwards, calling the guards to come. With the guards, Cardiac takes everything, and drags the bodies back, sending a message to the Empress of Abolish, with news on what had occurred, injuries sustained, words traded, and questions about the House of Caravan. Waiting for the last nation to finish and I'll post the next turn. Would you be interested in actual army combat (tactical stuff) or a more abstract system Error....what? Can you elaborate please? And what are the spoils of that battle? Equipment and all What did the Empress say to my questions? Originally Posted by Vest Error....what? Can you elaborate please? And what are the spoils of that battle? Equipment and all What did the Empress say to my questions? Spoils; there's not that much, some military grade equipment (enough to arm about 4 men, so nothing in terms of *resources*) and a few tents. The men have left behind to papers or other intelligence sources that you find, and there are none on the captain, he has seemingly committed his orders to memory. There was no response from the Empress, though what that means is troubling in and of itself. And I was asking in case there is a war. Would you want to do something similar to the beginning of the turn stuff, where you make rolls, assign leaders, and things of that nature, or would you want a grittier, map and command system where you'd command armies tactically in battle? Really just the difference between me crunching numbers and you're fighting the battle I wouldn't mind either, really. The first option makes things more streamlined and a lot less complicated. The second option allows for tactics and luck. Stuff like flanking or purposely rearranging troops can allow for strategy and counter strategy which can't be expressed in mere +1s or +2s. On the other hand, if it's players VS players, it can get bogged up... Originally Posted by Vest I wouldn't mind either, really. The first option makes things more streamlined and a lot less complicated. The second option allows for tactics and luck. Stuff like flanking or purposely rearranging troops can allow for strategy and counter strategy which can't be expressed in mere +1s or +2s. On the other hand, if it's players VS players, it can get bogged up... Yeah, that's why I'm giving the option. In all likelihood your opponents would be the two larger nations (which are NPCed at the moment, though that might change). I don't want it to be a simple "ok, you're small you loose" situation either. I see... By the way, I forgot to put my rituals into character. How much personal money does a level10 have again? And what are the rules for using rituals in the mass combat system? Originally Posted by Vest I see... By the way, I forgot to put my rituals into character. How much personal money does a level10 have again? And what are the rules for using rituals in the mass combat system? Haven't come up with the rules for rituals yet. You get money equal to the cost of an item of your level -1 By the way, are level 3 challenges normally so hard? I could have sworn that, if not for my epic dice rolls, I would have lost. Terribly. I can't imagine what a level 5 challenge is like Originally Posted by Vest By the way, are level 3 challenges normally so hard? I could have sworn that, if not for my epic dice rolls, I would have lost. Terribly. I can't imagine what a level 5 challenge is like Should one man be able to wipe out an entire squad of soldiers?a challenge level is not the same as a character level. A LVL 5 challenge would disrupt your nation to the point that if it got any higher, it will cause riots, revolts, and destruction. So LVL 3 is about the highest "safe" challenge that there will be... But man, are they stubborn! They don't react to my diplomacy and stuff. And realistically speaking, if I publically announce this information, Abolish would be considered as having broken the treaty, especially since they attacked my people on my land. And since they have broken the treaty, the other nations have to retaliate as1. There must be some form of punishment for breaking the treaty to reinforce it.2. Abolish will be seen as trying to get the upper edge over the other big nation, which WILL retaliate, logically speaking. Which I explained to them. They don't listen to reason, do they? Unless they're not really Abolish troops. In which case, the Empress should have replied... Originally Posted by Vest But man, are they stubborn! They don't react to my diplomacy and stuff. And realistically speaking, if I publically announce this information, Abolish would be considered as having broken the treaty, especially since they attacked my people on my land. And since they have broken the treaty, the other nations have to retaliate as 1. There must be some form of punishment for breaking the treaty to reinforce it. 2. Abolish will be seen as trying to get the upper edge over the other big nation, which WILL retaliate, logically speaking. Which I explained to them. They don't listen to reason, do they? Unless they're not really Abolish troops. In which case, the Empress should have replied... Or they were ordered by the Empress to stay there even if spotted. Then you attacked them, and pissed them off :-trust me, I'm thinking these through, carefully selecting the reactions. If so, I send this message to the two PC nations. MessageSpoiler Hide Greetings. We may be at odds in terms of governance of kingdoms, but it is imperative that we come to a truce, for recent events that have transpired lead me to think something bigger is occurring. Something that could lead to another Great War. Recently, I have found soldiers of Abolish in my territory, and they have taken, and branded, innocent people of mine. They have dared to attack me, and in response, I have dealt with them. Severely. They claim my land is theirs, and that, although they are not working under the Empress directly, they are working under House Caravan. I have tried to contact the Empress, but she did not reply. This is extremely troubling. If you have come into contact with any similar situation or have heard of House Caravan, please tell me immediately. Lolthlinlam may have to be contacted if it is true that Abolish is breaking the treaty. -The King of Nothredrin Turn 2Nothnedrin:Spoiler Hide Attributes STR: 10 Con: 10 DEX: 10 Int: 12 Wis: 12 CIA: 14 Skills (X indicates important person in the field) Acrobatics (DEX) +5 Arcane (Int) +14 X Athletics (STR) +5 Bluff (CIA) +7 X Diplomacy (CIA) +9 X Dungeoneering (Wis) +6 Endurance (Con) +5 X Heal (Wis) +6 History (Int) +6 Insight (Wis) +6 Intimidate (CIA) +7 Nature (Wis) +6 Perception (Wis) +6 Religion (Int) +6 Stealth (DEX) +5 Streetwise (CIA) +9 Thievery (DEX) +5 Important Buildings The Workshop of Art (LVL 2, +3 Arcane, +2 luxuries) Many flock to this massive building in their free time; with magical aid, it can paint a picture on a person's mind, or of a person's mind. These works of art, some abstract, some weird, all beautiful, are placed on the gallery for public viewing. Myra's Portal (LVL 2, +3 Arcane, +2 materials) A couple of years ago, a wizard called Myra managed to establish a permanent portal to another plane, one rich with resources. Apparently monsters too, for Myra was found dead inside, although no one found any monsters to date. Even now, wizards are still studying the mysterious portal to see how it works and what maintains it. Important Personage Myra the Undead, 7th Circle Being a valuable asset, Myra was revived - as an undead, and she retains most of her memories and mental faculties. She constantly wears a black cloak to hide her unnatural paleness, and caries a scepter, the tip of which is a brilliant jewel (Arcane and Endurance) Zero the Musician, 5th Circle A musician trained in every single instrument available, with such talent that could make trees sway to his songs, he is an invaluable asset. With his glib tongue and professional manner that comes with being a musician, he is a great diplomat, and a mighty bluffer. (Diplomacy and Bluff) Mini Stats Buildings: 2 of 5 max Important People: 2 of 5 max Resources (Materials and Luxuries produce 2x from population; you have 10 population to assign to production) Food: 4–5 Upkeep = -1 Materials: 10–4 Upkeep = 6 + 2 Portal = 8 Luxuries: 7–3 Upkeep = 4 + 2 Workshop = 6 Weapons: 4 You have used 0 of 5 skill checks for this round You may spend resources to try to recruit additional important people (food, luxuries or weapons) or materials to begin construction of new buildings (though this requires several successful skill checks) Challenges Spoiler Hide Border Incursion (LVL 2 challenge): Though the captain has been killed, and the soldiers scattered, there is no doubt now that someone is behind the incursion. You do not know where those soldiers are, but chances are they will return, and maybe in greater numbers. It must be dealt with before they return in force. Spies (LVL 2 challenge): You have unsuccessfully traced out the spies in your capital. While you have decided to increase your guards, that doesn't mean that the spies have gone away. They still must be dealt with in some way. Treaty Troubles (LVL 1 challenge): You look over the treaties that have been made on your behalf, and notice something missing. There is no provision requiring the larger nations to come to your aid if the other attacks you. Your diplomat assures you that each has agreed to do so, but it is not in the treaties, and thus is not legally binding. It is very troubling. Tomb of Ara than (LVL 1 challenge): Rumors have become numerous that in the hills there has been a mystical tomb uncovered. It is said to hold great items of power and dark secrets of old gods. While it is not necessary to do anything at this point, they are just rumors, the items of power might be useful, and who knows what horrors a tomb of an ancient age might hold to unleash on the world. Mysterious Deaths (LVL 1 Challenge): Three members of the first circle have been killed in the last few days. Their deaths are varied, one died in a house fire, another bled out after a duel, and the third fell to an illness. It seems like an anomaly, but with the recent rising of the tenth circle, and spies in your capital...things may be more than they seem. You have 5 skill checks to use to resolve the challenges. You may handle one challenge yourself (it will be a solo adventure that will take place after we resolve this turn). Furthermore, you may choose to make skill checks with some, and find out the results before choosing to spend skill points in other places. If you run out of skill checks, you can suppress a challenge by spending one point of a resource per challenge level. This prevents the challenge from growing this turn, but does not defeat it. You may assign special people to a skill check, but they are in danger if they fail the check by a certain amount. They can only be used in one check per turn. Border IncursionCarriac calls for Myra, and asks for her to use her magic to find this leader, and to bring him to him if necessary. Kill him if not. She is authorized to use some of my guards to assassinate him if needed. Arcana:(1d20+19)[26] Myra returns shortly after being sent out, a young noblewoman in bonds with her. She is one of the nobles owning land on the Abolish side of the border, and stands to benefit greatly if your lands are taken over by Amalia. The woman says nothing to you. Challenge reduced to LVL 1 "Take her away. You may use any magic you have to extract information from her. Maybe 'Suggest' that it's more beneficial for her to help us." That said, Cardiac calls for Zero, and tells him his mission. He is to spread rumors about unguarded maps, when in truth, a trap is set. Hopefully, Zero could do it more successfully, and the spies wouldn't suspect someone would use the same ploy twice. Bluff:(1d20+12)[24] It takes a few days, but another spy is caught and waiting for you in the dungeons. She remains very quiet during your initial conversation, but she might have useful information. Challenge reduced to LVL 1 Treaty TroublesCarriac calls the other nations to revise the treaty. Diplomacy:(1d20+9)[12] Mysterious DeathsCarriac intends to find out more about these...incidents. Streetwise:(1d20+9)[17] By the way, what does it take to construct a lvl2 or lvl3 building? Originally Posted by Vest By the way, what does it take to construct a lvl2 or lvl3 building? 2 skill checks per building level and at least 2 building materials per building level. Basically when you make a skill check, you spend 1 material. If it succeeds it counts towards building construction. If you do not, it is wasted. Once you make 2 successful skill checks, you get the building of LVL 1 (and it requires materials for maintenance at that time). You then upgrade in the same way, requiring 2 skill checks and at least 2 building materials to upgrade to the next level.IC: The Ambassadors refuse to revise the treaties. You sent a trusted emissary to make the treaties, and they expect them to be upheld. (skill check failed) I spend a luxury to placate the Ambassadors, and to keep the channels open for negotiation, and to show my sincerity. I spend another luxury to bolster defenses to protect people of my Circle. I'll use my last skill check to build a level one building (I'm not sure if it's a 1d20 + what), using 2 materials. And I'll handle the Tomb of Arathanwith Cardiac personally, and bring some guards along... What kind of building are you trying to make (especially the bonus you want from the first level) The UnderMarketSelling all sorts of cheap items, people always wonder how the UnderMarket manages to sell and earn, especially since the items sold cost less than the price for materials. Take, for example, food. Food is sold at ridiculously low prices, but those from the Circle who know the secret shun the food, as it is actually taken from corpses, cured and modified to feel and taste like real food, with low risk of disease (from the curing). In fact, all the items being sold have a similar means of production.... I'm planning a +2 to food for the first one. Bluff for the second, and if there is a third, materials. Okay, the initial step of setting up the black market will require setting up the underground mechanics of it, storehouses, dead drops, etc. This should use Stealth, but if you have a better idea, let me know. It's not really 'underground'. The main thing here is the innovation of the people to 'cheat' others and get them to buy the seller's goods... Originally Posted by Vest It's not really 'underground'. The main thing here is the innovation of the people to 'cheat' others and get them to buy the seller's goods... "cheating" like that is usually streetwise, which you used this turn, or thievery. Diplomacy might work, but you've used that as well. Like I said, if you can convince me to use it, then you'll get it. Either way, setting up the logistics of it is what needs to be done at this time. ....which I can't do this turn. Darn it. Mysterious Deaths Well, I try to intimidate the killers of the 1st Circle to flee as well, using the same static. Intimidate:(1d20+7)[14]If it fails, back to the one I said, using luxuries to protect my people....how much of an armed guard do I get for my solo challenge? Turn 2 Gifts are sent to the Ambassadors to appease them for the moment. Perhaps this will better their mood. More money is spent to hire mercenaries to guard against future assassination. You aren't sure if you attempt at intimidation work or not, but chances are they have not. Nothnedrin:Spoiler Hide Attributes STR: 10 Con: 10 DEX: 10 Int: 12 Wis: 12 CIA: 14 Skills (X indicates important person in the field) Acrobatics (DEX) +5 Arcane (Int) +14 X Athletics (STR) +5 Bluff (CIA) +7 X Diplomacy (CIA) +9 X Dungeoneering (Wis) +6 Endurance (Con) +5 X Heal (Wis) +6 History (Int) +6 Insight (Wis) +6 Intimidate (CIA) +7 Nature (Wis) +6 Perception (Wis) +6 Religion (Int) +6 Stealth (DEX) +5 Streetwise (CIA) +9 Thievery (DEX) +5 Important Buildings The Workshop of Art (LVL 2, +3 Arcane, +2 luxuries) Many flock to this massive building in their free time; with magical aid, it can paint a picture on a person's mind, or of a person's mind. These works of art, some abstract, some weird, all beautiful, are placed on the gallery for public viewing. Myra's Portal (LVL 2, +3 Arcane, +2 materials) A couple of years ago, a wizard called Myra managed to establish a permanent portal to another plane, one rich with resources. Apparently monsters too, for Myra was found dead inside, although no one found any monsters to date. Even now, wizards are still studying the mysterious portal to see how it works and what maintains it. Important Personage Myra the Undead, 7th Circle Being a valuable asset, Myra was revived - as an undead, and she retains most of her memories and mental faculties. She constantly wears a black cloak to hide her unnatural paleness, and caries a scepter, the tip of which is a brilliant jewel (Arcane and Endurance) Zero the Musician, 5th Circle A musician trained in every single instrument available, with such talent that could make trees sway to his songs, he is an invaluable asset. With his glib tongue and professional manner that comes with being a musician, he is a great diplomat, and a mighty bluffer. (Diplomacy and Bluff) Mini Stats Buildings: 2 of 5 max Important People: 2 of 5 max Resources (Materials and Luxuries produce 2x from population; you have 10 population to assign to production) Food: 4–5 Upkeep = -1 Materials: 10–4 Upkeep = 6 + 2 Portal = 8 Luxuries: 7–3 Upkeep = 4 + 2 Workshop = 6–2 Challenges = 4 Weapons: 4 You have used 5 of 5 skill checks for this round You may spend resources to try to recruit additional important people (food, luxuries or weapons) or materials to begin construction of new buildings (though this requires several successful skill checks) Challenges Spoiler Hide Border Incursion (LVL 2 challenge): Though the captain has been killed, and the soldiers scattered, there is no doubt now that someone is behind the incursion. You do not know where those soldiers are, but chances are they will return, and maybe in greater numbers. It must be dealt with before they return in force. Challenge Reduced to LVL 1 Spies (LVL 2 challenge): You have unsuccessfully traced out the spies in your capital. While you have decided to increase your guards, that doesn't mean that the spies have gone away. They still must be dealt with in some way. Challenge Reduced to LVL 1 Treaty Troubles (LVL 1 challenge): You look over the treaties that have been made on your behalf, and notice something missing. There is no provision requiring the larger nations to come to your aid if the other attacks you. Your diplomat assures you that each has agreed to do so, but it is not in the treaties, and thus is not legally binding. It is very troubling. Challenge Suppressed with 1 luxury Tomb of Ara than (LVL 1 challenge): Rumors have become numerous that in the hills there has been a mystical tomb uncovered. It is said to hold great items of power and dark secrets of old gods. While it is not necessary to do anything at this point, they are just rumors, the items of power might be useful, and who knows what horrors a tomb of an ancient age might hold to unleash on the world. Handling this personally Mysterious Deaths (LVL 1 Challenge): Three members of the first circle have been killed in the last few days. Their deaths are varied, one died in a house fire, another bled out after a duel, and the third fell to an illness. It seems like an anomaly, but with the recent rising of the tenth circle, and spies in your capital...things may be more than they seem. Challenge Suppressed with 1 luxury You can spend 1 weapon and 1 luxury to hire a group of 5 guards of near your level (they will be LVL 9). You can select the guard's type (ranged/melee striker, controller, defender, leader), but I will be making up their stats. What do you want your population assigned to? I'll do the same population assignment as the previous turn. Yeah, why not? My guy's paper. I'll spend one weapon and one luxury... I want a balanced mix. Preferably a little more defender Your party:Shielding Cleric of Below (Ranged Leader)Guardian Fighter (Melee Defender)Assaulting Sword mage (Melee Defender)Control Wizard (Ranged Controller)Commanding Avenger (Melee Striker)Anything you want to do before heading off to the tomb? Umm... I don't think so... After a day's hard riding, you come to the site of the tomb. A mine shaft opens into the side of a hill, a recently dug mine, looking for coal, and inside is the barred entrance to the tomb. Once inside the mine, you see the large doorway. It has been fully uncovered by curious miners...who were killed by bolts of lightning from the door when they finished its uncovering. The bodies have been removed, but the door remains, a giant stone monolith with ancient runes written on it. The only ones you can read indicate that it is the Tomb of Ara than, and those that disturb the resting place of the Man-God Ara than will be struck down by fire and light. Vest approaches slowly, attempting to read the runes. Spoiler Hide Arcane check: (1d20+10)[22], and asks the rest if they know anything. The runes seem to be spells of protection, warding away evil that comes to the tomb and tomb-robbers. To your knowledge, the spells are just superstitious, not really containing any power. However, it is possible that hidden under the mundane is a real magical layer of protection, as the dead miners can attest to. Samos, the cleric, mentions that the old burial rights usually included such spells as a common warding. They are bastardizations of true holy spells of protection, and have no true effect, much as you thought. He supposes that the lightning might be from the addition of an arcane warding, though many of those are one-off traps, rarely powerful enough to trigger multiple times. Asking the fighter to lead, Cardiac and his party enters the tomb, weapons drawn and senses keen. After a few moments of pushing against the door with his shoulder, Port hos, the fighter, forces his way into the tomb. The smell of mustiness and decay fill your nostrils. The room beyond is a stairwell leading down. It is surprisingly good repair, probably because of its high quality construction. The stairwell leads downward at least fifty feet before sight is lost to the dim light. Aramathaus, the wizard, creates a bright light from his wand, which does little to brighten the bottom of the stairs. Every ten feet there are a large statue of an armored man, in full plate, with lightning bolts marked on their swords. Cardiac pulls out his floating lantern, and wills it to fly ahead of him. Moving slowly behind it with the party, he observes the statues, and gestures for the rest to be careful... Roll a history or arcane check, whichever you'd like. Arcane check:(1d20+10)[16] You find nothing odd about the statues, however, Aramathaus mentions that they represent the Sword mages of Calendar, a sect of arcane warriors from an age long past that were the personal guardians of several powerful warlords and war priests of the era. Cardiac follows the lantern down the stairs, the rest of the party walking with him. As you continue down the staircase, you come to a larger room. The room is filled with skeletons, along with rubble from some wooden structures. There are several stout wooden doors that seem untouched by time. Spoiler Hide Cardiac is currently very paranoid. And for good reason, after fending off several necromancers before. Willing the lantern to gently float into the room and nudge one of the skeletons, he fires a chaos bolt into it. If nothing happens, he orders his men to search the room, and debris, thoroughly. The blasted skeleton scatters along the room, and does not rise up to harm you. A thorough search of the room reveals nothing particularly interesting. The bones have been here for several hundred years, and the thin layers of dust everywhere are undisturbed. There are no cobwebs around, which only means there are no spiders, not an indication of age. You notice the stonework on the wall is very precisely carved into the natural bedrock. You are certain at some point in the stairway down it switched from quarried stone to carved stone, but the design matches perfectly. Whoever had this tomb made spared no expense. Motioning for the others to follow him, Cardiac opens the closest door on the left. (F12) The door resists your attempts to open it. A deep rumble surrounds you, and a voice comes from the door itself." A Second Life within the first, Immortality without hunger or thirst Seeing all with closed eyes, Return to the first when you die." Cardiac consults with his allies on what the voice could mean.(I suspect it means I have to die somehow to get through....) And if nothing comes out, I ask if the ritual 'Knock' is able to open the door. If so, I use Knock. If both options are unavailable, I open the door of H4. "Sir, it's probably a riddle. Death seems to be the simple answer, but that hardly gives immortality. Sleep is probably the right answer. I wonder if we have to fall asleep to get the door to open. Or perhaps we have to open it in our dreams." Getting the fighter and wizard to stand guard, Cardiac gets the rest of the party to sleep.

Nation of Nothnedrin (IC Thread)|rating:3.0

Yummy Neighbors_ A RP Between Ainebella and Alorrena

This is a one one one between Bella and Rena. Please do not post, but feel free to read. Thanks :heart: Hear Deny, this is my character: Name: Aileen (Ail for short) Duffy Sex: Woman Age: 500-year-old, But I look like I’m 21. Likes: Music, Men, Dancing, tabloid Magazines/ T.V., reading, and Drawing. Dislikes: Her creator, red mojo juice, Her landlord, kicking butts at evil vampires. Aileen I will post something tomorrow when I get home from work okay, Okay! Here's mine Name: Vincent V (Vince for short)Age: 20Sex: Male Likes: Women, parties, sleep, not having to work Dislikes: The landlord, secrets, hangovers Vincent Aileen Duffy rubbed her eyes as she opens the door to her apartment. She walked in and flicked on her lights. She frowned around her apartment. Frowning she looked at the time on her kitchen clock, 4:50 am, ugh someday she just hatted being a vampire. She wondered over to her leather couch and flopped on it and looked at the roof. She was so born, she hatted that she stayed up all night. "You know for once, I would love to be human again." She whispered to herself, and ironed. "Frack, I forgot my Red Julie." Aileen called bottles of blood, red mojo Julie. Because the idea of her drinking blood, really didn't sit well with her. Getting up she shuffled over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of her Julie and drank from it. Vince stumbled up the stairs with his friend. It was late and his friend was plastered. "A few more steps, and you're in the door." he said. He was practically carrying his friend, who at that point said, "EyeEm... curve OO maahhhnn..." Vince smiled. "I know, I know. " Vince was always taking care of his friends. When they got to the door, Vince expertly grabbed the key from his pocket while balancing his friend. Vince then went inside with his friend, telling his friend what they were doing. Once Vince took him into the bathroom, his friend shouted "OHHH MAN HH!!!" And up chucked, projectile vomiting into the toilet. Vince flushed the toilet, and arranged his friend around the bowl, setting his friend's head against the seat after sanitizing it. Vince would sanitize the entire bathroom later. "Stay here and vomit okay, don't move." "Mmmmmmkaaayyymmannnhh." responded his friend. Vince paused a moment and looked at his friend. "Before I go to shut the front door, let's get your shirt off." After they got the shirt off, and the friend situated, Vince shut the bathroom door as the poor guy drafted again. Vince sighed and went outside, grabbing a cigarette and a lighter as he went. He lit up once he was outside. Aileen made a face at her wall as she heard them drive home. "Ugh the frat boys are home." She said and got up. She grumbled and got up and put her Julie away. Furthermore, she walked over to the door and poked her head out to see if they made it home. Furthermore, she watched as Vince pulled in his roommate in. Furthermore, she sighed and cringed as she heard him shout. "Stupid men." She grumbled and wondered in. After being halfway through his cigarette he remembered that he had heard Aileen before he went inside. He knocked on her door, hoping she had been awake already.((Sorry it's short. I couldn't think of anything else.) Aileen grabbed her pj top and walked over to her door. She opens the door to see Vince. "Yes what do you want?" She asked looking at him. She crossed her arms and started at him. Vince blinked, and said, "I Just wanted to apologize for the noise... Sorry if we woke you. I noticed you watched us as we went inside and stuff." he blushed a little. He had always thought she was pretty, but she was really cute in her pajamas. Aileen shook her head. "I wasn't asleep," She said smiling. "I just got home." She giggles slightly as she saw the blush on his hansom face. "And is more your friend that bothers me mostly." She said and leaned against the side of her door frame. "You on the other hand, I haven't wanted to eat yet." She said with a wicked smiled. Vince smiled, "he Yeah... Haha. I know what you mean. He's a little annoying. Especiall-" He was cut off by his friend shouting," VINCENT! WEARER YEAH?!?! VVVINNNCCCEEEYYYY!!!!" Vince shook his head, walked over to his door where an ashtray was sitting, set his cigarette down and said, "Hold that thought. I'm going to make sure he's done vomiting and put him to sleep in the tub, so the bed doesn't get ruined." Vince's face was a bright red from blushing by that moment, and he went into his apartment and ran to the bathroom where his friend was laying on the floor passed out. Vince turned him over onto his side, flushed the toilet, and washed his friend's face off. "Ugh..." once he was done with that, he ran back outside and asked, "You want to come in? Mike passed out and I have to move him to the tub. So I'll be a bit." Vince went back into his house leaving his door open in case Aileen wanted to come inside. He then went to the bathroom and pulled his friend into a sitting position, wedged him against the tub, and lifted him into the tub, more or less allowing him to fall, only watching out for his head on the floor and the spigot. He pushed his friend onto his side and then left him there with the light on. Aileen laughed and watched him leave. She quickly grabbed her keys and placed them in her pockets she made into her bottoms. Hey when one up all night long she needs to do something, making cloths was high on her list. Most of her cloths in her closet where made by her. She would love to be a designer, but since she was a daughter of the night she had no chose. She smiled as Vince invited her in. Furthermore, she fallowed him into his apartment and smiled. She sat at one of the bar stools and waited for him there. Vince hurried back to the living room where he noticed Alana sat on a bar stool. "Sorry about that..." he said sheepishly. He forgot about his cigarette, which had by then just about gone out. "So, how've you been?" he asked, remembering the last time they talked, which was when he and his friend moved in. He had become a bumbling babbling baboon around her ((Harry Potter quote kinda. It's from the 4th movie. "Bumbling babbling band of baboons")) and rambled. There was something about her that made him lose his collected personality. ((lol I notice Kenny)) Alana smiled at him and remembered how he acted the last time he talked with her. "It's going okays," She said giggling. There was something about Vince that made her feel like a kid again, which for her was a long time ago, a very long time ago. "I mean there is so much an online student can do in her party life. How are things with you and Mr. best buddy?" "Best buddy my butt," he said. "All I do is drive him around and take care of his drunk ass." Vince sighed. "Sorry. So why'd you choose to take online classes? Do you work? Why are you up at night this late if you don't party? Where do you get your clothes? Sorry if that sounded homosexual. Can iii.... stop before I make a fool of myself... sorry hi." He chuckled nervously. Aileen laughed at him and smiled. "I live off my parents and their investments. I decided online classes because I'm allergic to the sun and there is no night classes in what i want to do. I make my own cloths. And I do party, just not at the same clubs as you sweetie." She said grinning. "And if he's not your best buddy then why have him live with you?" He smiled sheepishly, "He pays all the bills. I cook and clean and help out where I can, but yeah." He scratched his eyebrow. "What do your parents do?" "They invest in art." She lied. Her parents invested in blood and in fundraising to help with heart and blood research. She hardly remembers her parents, they were hardly home in their penthouse in New York. She remembers Sully the butler and Mary the nanny but not her parents. ((If there is any spelling mistakes men, sorry I'm responding on my iPod.)) ((Looks good to me, so you're fine :]))"Oh, that's cool." He said. He didn't know what else to say" ... Uhm... What's your major?" "Fashion and art history are my majors, sweetheart." She said with a wink. "Mostly art history tho. My parents want me to take over the family business, so they make me take the stupid course. And I will tell you this, its freaking boarding!" Vince blushed" S-sweet heart?" he half stuttered half laughed, not sure how to respond. "Its cool that you're into fashion though. History sounds so boring. I'm an English Major." "Well normal history is amazing." Aileen said with a smile. "Exapascal 20th century and all the world wars. Tho's are entertain, and the fashion in both the world wars was amazing! Am I rambling?" She asked looking embraced as she realized she might have been and removers how her parents got mad at her when she rambled. "Sorry." "No, don't worry about it! I agree with you about the wars being interesting" he said. "And rambling... I do the same thing so don't worry about it. I also tend to repeat myself." He smiled, "No harm no foul, right?" He chuckled." Anyway... what are your parents like?" Aileen sneered and looked away. "My mother is over controlling old bat who has issues with letting things go." She said with a growled. "My father is an old man who loves every art peace in the world. Apparently he has no love for his family tho." Vince blinked. "Well... I'm sorry. That must suck hairy monkey balls..." He didn't know what else to say, nor did he know how she would respond to what he had said... Aileen looked at him with shock. "Hariy money balls? Is there something you're not telling me?" She said before laughing. Vince smiled a moment before laughing as well. " It's just something my step-sister used to say all the time." he smiled at her memory. She had died when he was 12. She was 9 at the time of her death. It was a vivid memory to him... the fire that started it all... his obsession with the thing...((I could write a beautiful four paragraph thing here but I really don't feel like it. If Aileen asks he'll summarize.)) Aileen noticed the longing in his eyes as he spoke about her. "Who was she?" Aileen asked as she placed a hand on his. She wanted to court hi and make him happy. "Who was your step-sister? She sounds like fun." "..." He paused a moment. " She was fun. She died in a house fire. She had severe asthma and the smoke killed her. They said she couldn't breathe..." He sighed, not noticing her hand on his. She frowned and hugged him. "I'm sorry to hear." she said frowning. "I had a brother once," she said and winced as she mentioned her missing brother. She frowned as she remembered her nanny waking her up to tell her big brother was missing, and they thought to be dead. "I know how it feels to lose a loved one." she said. "Yeah." he shook his head as he yawned. "No matter. let's talk about something less depressing." he said, knowing he didn't know what to talk about. Aileen laughed and smiled. "How about this, you need some sleep, why don't we have another convoy tomorrow." She said smiling. "I don't want you to be late for something tomorrow." Vince smiled. " Oh yeah... true. I have class tomorrow morning. At ten... So..." he got up and stretched out. "I should check on 'Mr best buddy'before I go to bed. So I'll walk you to your apartment then?" he smiled at her. Smiling she stood up and walked with him the short distance to her apartment. She pulled her key out and UN locked it. "So you better have fun in class tomorrow." She said looking back at him. "I will see you around." Vince had walked with her and blushed when she looked at him. " Y-yeah. See you..." He stepped forward and hugged her. "Thanks for talking with me tonight." he said softly, blushing more at the fact he was hugging her. Aileen grew red as he hugged her. "I will see you tomorrow Vince." She said smiling. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him back liking how he felt. All warm and strong. Vince smiled. "Goodnight, Aileen" he said before turning to go back to his apartment. He noticed his cigarette was still there, half "smoked" in the ashtray. He smirked at it and picked it up, RELIT it and smoked the last bit before going into his apartment. It took a minute to do so. Aileen smiled and waved to him before unlocking her front door and went in. She giggled and wondered off thinking how yummy he was. And how wonderful he felt in her arms. She wondered off into her room and sat on her queen size bed and flopped back on the crimson due and looked up at the dealing. She giggled as she remembered their conversation together was. Furthermore, she liked talking with him. Vince went into his apartment, cleaned up a little, and went to his room after checking on his rookie. Sure enough, there was the stench of vomit in the bathroom, as the rookie had vomited in his sleep. Luckly, most of the stuff had gone down the drain already and there wouldn't be much to clean up... hopefully. Aileen giggled as she grabbed her iPod touch and went to her hardly touched "fun music" playlist. Pressing play she skipped off to her bathroom and got ready for bed as she sang along with her 90s pop music. ((Time for a time skip to the morning.)) Vince woke up the next day to his friend ((Don't remember his name so I'm going to use Ben)) vomiting again. Vince rolled his eyes, glad he didn't drink last night. He had a test in his physics class that day. " Ben! How's your head?" he hollered."HORRIBLE" Ben said, grumbling as he went into the kitchen. Aileen grumbled as she closed her Cretans, she hated mornings and the sun. She knew the sun never burned her like Joss Weakens vampires that just burst into dust. She just got her powers and life foresee drained. Furthermore, she shuffled over to her bed and crawled into it. Furthermore, she wrapped her arms around one of her pillows and grumbled as she felt alone. Very alone." Man I wish Vince was here." She said as they heard him shout as his friend. She laughed and sighed before going to sleep. Vunce went to school shortly after.at school he was flirted with multiple times, but he seemed to find a really polite and tactful way to turn them away. After school he went to work. He was a waiter at the local diner. He worked from noon until about 630 and got home at 7 usually. When he got home he trudged up the stairs as he smoked his last cigarette. He sighed, seeing that Ben had locked the door and left. Probably to another party. Vince dug into his pockets to find he had left his apartment keys in the apartment. He sighed and kicked the door. It was sundown, so Vince had to wait until Ben came home, which could be a few hours from then. Aileen grumbled as her alarm went off. Rolling out of her bed she opened her cretins and watched and the last of the sun went behind the horizon. She wondered over to her closet and quickly got dressed in her favorite blue corseted dress that hung to her serves that made any man drool over her. She laced up the dress as she picked out a pair of normal covers. Unlike most women she hated heels with a passion. Grabbing her hairbrush she went to see if Vince was home yet. Unlocking her door she opened it and poked her head out to see him sitting on the ground she smiled and leans against the door frame watching him."what don't have to babysit tonight?" she asked him politely "Nope. He's off somewhere and locked me out." Vince sighed and got up. He really wished he had a cigarette. He hadn't noticed what she was wearing. He had looked up at her and suddenly wanted to play with her hair. "Hey, can I do your hair?" he asked already thinking of what he could do with it. Aileen looked shocked. She blinked and looked at him. "Okays, I guess." She said. She hardly let anyone touch her hair, let alone play with it. "Why don't you come into my apartment." She said and opened the door for him. Vince smiled and got up. "Sweet!"he said, following her. Once inside he looked around. "Pretty neat stuff you have in here" he said.((not much more I can say without peppering your character. And sorry about the lack of capital letters and apostrophes. Im on my phone posting this.)) Aileen smiled at her odd taste of furniture. She has some Victorian age furniture and just last season decorations. "Thank you." She said as she grabbed him a glass of lemonade she made yesterday before she left for night. "Some of them are family air looms." "Heirlooms, huh?" he said looking around. Eventually he found his way to her bedroom. He blinked and smiled, "Your room is pretty awesome too!" he was looking for the bathroom, thinking that that would be where she kept her hair stuff. Alaina grew red as she wondered up behind him. "Real?" she said in shock. "I always thought it was just bed stuff. And the bathroom is over hear." she walked down and open the door to her very small bathroom. "All hair stuff is under the sink and I will see you back in the kitchen, do you need a drink?" "Uh, water's fine. And it's awesome with how you have it arranged." He said as he followed her to the bathroom. The apartment was just like his, only with different furniture. "I'll be right there." He said. He went into the bathroom and grabbed hairspray, Alaina's straightener, a water bottle, and some mousse. Alaina smiled and wondered back to her kitchen and grabbed one of her china glasses. She looked at it and put it back and grabbed her silly plastic glasses and filled it with water. She hummed to herself and danced around kitchen. Furthermore, she placed Vince's glass down and put on her iPod and began to dance around her kitchen waiting for Vince to come back. Vince came to the kitchen carrying the supplies he had grabbed. "Woo. let's do this!" he said laughing. He put the stuff down on the table and started to organize it. He then plugged in the straightener, and waited for it to heat up. He took the cup of water and started to drink it casually like nothing weird or feminine was happening. He realized that his actions rendered his sexuality to be questionable. Alien laughed as she watched Vince set things up. "Okay," She said giggling. "Are you gay or is this just because of your sister?" She asked as she sat on her counter and looked at him. "Because if it's the sister its cute." Vince blushed. "It's cause of my sister. She used to love when I did her hair because I always made her look amazing." he smiled. "And with your curly hair, we're going straight with loose ringlets on the top." Alaina grimaced and stuck her young out at him. "I hate making my hair strait. There's too much of it and too thick. But if you can make it behave I will keep it." she stated as she hopped down from the counter. "So where do you want me to sit?" Vince pulled out a chair and sat Aileen down on it. "Deanna's hair was thicker than yours and curly as heck." he said, talking about his sister. Aline smiled and sat down in from of him. "Okays tame away my dear!" She said with a smile. "How was your roommate this moving?" She asked trying to make small talk. Vince smiled, grabbing the straightener. "He was hungover badly. And sore from me tossing him into the tub. I think he hit his head on the way in too. oh, well." Vince took a sorta thin strand of hair and ran it through the straightener several times until it was straight. He did this as he spoke, and when it was straight removed on to the next section, careful not to let the hair burn Aileen. Aileen smiled and laughed. "I hope he didn't lose any brain cells." She said sarcastically. "On second thought I hope it did, then maybe he will be more quiet when you two come home at nights. The neighbors will be so happy then, it means no loud people." She smiled as she noticed he was being gentle and trying not to burn her with her hair. "Yeah. That's true. " He continued to straighten her hair, talking with her about whatever came up, until it was all straightened. "Look at me," he requested of her, liking the slight wave that her hair was doing around her shoulders. Aileen turned and looked at him. "How do I look?" She asked with a smile. She never noticed how his green eyes always seemed to twinkled when he looked at her. "Hamm... Good but I can do better." He walked around her and used the straightener to make really loose ringlets in her hair. When he was done she had about 9 sections of curled hair resting on the top of her head. He quickly grabbed the hair spray, shook it, took the lid off and expertly sprayed her hair with it, making sure none of it got in her eyes. Aileen closed her eyes as he sprayed her with hair spray. "So question," She asked. "What are you doing after this?" "Nothing. I was going to watch TV but, that's out of the question until Ben gets home." he said, looking her over. "You're gorgeous." he said not noticing or realizing what he had said. Aileen shield at his comment. "Why thank you, but I was going to ask, do you want to get something to eat?" She asked. "I have like no food in this house to feed you." Which was a lie she had more food than family of 12 in it. "For what?" he asked, confused, still not realizing he had complimented her. "And sure. I'll drive, if that's okay with you." Smiling, Aileen nodded. "Yes you can drive me." She said with a smile. She got up and grabbed her ankle boots and put them on. "So where are we going?" She asked. "I don't really know. What kind of food is on your mind?" he asked, realizing what she was wearing. He blinked. "Nice outfit." Aileen smiled. "Why thank you, I was wondering when you would have noticed my dress." She said with a smile. "And I'm in the mood for Italian, so, why not pizza!" She smiled and opened her door. "Sure thing!" He said. He was agreeable to any type of pizza that she would want, so they would only have to order one pizza. He figured he would be paying. Aileen smiled as they left her apartment. "So how did you and Mr. best-buddy- my- butt-Ben meat?" She asked as she fallowed him to the parking lot. "High school. I teased him all the time, and he teased the girls that liked me about liking me, making it difficult to get a girl to like me..." he said, shaking his head." at the end of senior year we put our differences aside and decided to get an apartment together. He needed someone to clean, and I needed out of my parent's house." He shrugged. While he spoke he led her to his car. It was one of those box cars- a scion lb. it was lime green and had purple underflow when it was running. "Well let's hope girls have changed since then." she said as they came up to his car. So he's the one with the lime green box car. She thought to herself as she looked at her Ford Mustang she fixed by her self when she lived with her parents. "So the purple underlight was that Benny's idea or yours?" she asked him Vince opened her door for her, "Mine. It was Deana's favorite color." Vince seemed to always have something to remind him of her. Aileen smiled as she stepped into his car. "You must have loved her very much." She said to Vince before he shut the door on his car. HE waited to get into the car before saying, "Yeah. She was my only sibling." He said as he started the car. It was a very quite car and there was a lot of room inside, even though from the outside it looked cramped and tiny. "She was always embarrassing me and I was always embarrassing her as well, so it evened out. She loved plying hide and seek and always got upset when she couldn't find her... We were playing hide and seek right before bed the night she died." he sighed." Her room was upstairs on the third floor in the middle of the house. If she had a window, other than her sunroof, she would have lived, even if she had to jump from the second floor. She had made our parents have outdoor stairs to the third floor balcony. Her room was the hottest in the house. She probably didn't wake up when she was dying." He was driving carefully, and even though his phone had beeped at him multiple times, he didn't ever touch it. "The fire started when our dad fell asleep in front of the fireplace. His blanket caught fire, and before he could put it out the fire had spread to the rest of the room. He was lucky to get out. My fire alarm was the only one to go off, and I tried to get my sister, but I couldn't... get to her in time before she died...." he was crying as they pulled into the pizza place parking lot. "I carried her body out of the house, and they tried to revive her, but it was too late..." It was obvious that he blamed himself for her death. Aileen frowned as he drove. She wrapped her arms around him as he cried. She kissed his forehead. "It's okay Vince." She summered as she tried to calm him down. He mumbled" I'm sorry..." He wasn't used to crying, and the oils on his face made his eyes burn. Furthermore, he sniffled and pulled away from her. "Let's go in." he said, wiping away his tears, trying to think of another subject. Aileen grabbed his hand and handed him a handkerchief. "Hear to clean your eyes." She said with warming smile. "And we can wait till your calmed down." "Thanks" He wiped his eyes with the handkerchief and handed it back to her "I'm fine, just don't let me talk about her again tonight, okay?" He smiled softly. Aileen smiled and kissed his cheek. "Okays I will not let you." She said before get out of the car. "So what kind of pizza do you like?" She asked. "I person would love an all dressed pizza." Vince blushed when she kissed his cheek. He got out of the car a moment after realizing she was talking to him. "Uhh... I like anything. Except anchovies. Those things are Brody." Aileen made a face at him and nodded. "The only way I can eat anchovies is in a traditional ceased salad." She said as he joined her on the sidewalk. "Well that's good. I can't stand the look of fish. They have to be filleted before I can eat them. Or they have to smell perfect." Vince shrugged. "So how'd you get your name?" he asked, wondering. He had initially had a problem saying her name... he thought back to it how he saw her name written down before he heard it... Aileen smiled at him. "I got my name like anyone else." She said. "From my mother. It's after my great-grandmother on my mothers side. She was like some kind of painter back in the 18th century." She smiled at him as she wrapped her arms around his. Aileen has never fallen for someone, but the more time she spent with Vince she is more she was finding herself falling for him. Vince blushed as she wrapped her arms around his," People are going to think we're dating..." he mumbled softly to himself, not realizing he could be heard by her. "I see. I remember when I met you... I saw your name before I heard it so i never really knew how to say it until you told me..." Aileen laughed and smiled. "If it becomes too hard to say, just call me Daily I will respond to ether." She said with a smile. "And FYI I really don't care what people think Venice." He still didn't realize what he had said, so he was confused about the FYI. "Huh? Where'd that come from?" He asked, confused. He blinked as he felt a raindrop on his cheek "Awe, man..." he looked up at the sky" Let's go in before it gets too bad and ruins your hair." He said sounding a little feminine again. Aileen smiled and looked up at the clouds as well. "Awe but I love the rain." She stated as she followed him into the restaurant. "I do too, but I worked hard on your hair..." he said, half pouting. "So you order the pizza and I'll pay." he said. "Besides, I'm too indecisive to really choose just one pizza." He smiled at her. He thought to himself," I'm one hell of a lucky guy to be having pizza with such a pretty woman..." Aileen smiled and nodded. "Okays I like that plan." She said as a blond standing at the entrance of the restaurant smiled at Vince a little to warmly and friendly. Aileen smiled bitterly at the hostess as she leads them to their seat. Aileen was never vicious towards anyone before, she sure was tonight. Aileen so wanted to beat the little blonds head into the wall. Aileen glared as she watched the blond left them at their table. 'Oh how I could beat her' she thought to herself and anger crossed her face. Vince smiled politely back. Blondes weren't his type. After she left, Vince looked at Aileen and asked, "Are you okay?" She seemed upset about something, and Vince always picked up on moods. "You seem angry. It's written all over your face." Aileen blinked and looked back at him. 'Cool it Aileen, he's talking to you.' She thought to her self. "Ya I'm slightly mad," She said to him as she composed her self. "But that's not why we are here. let's get food, so ham and pineapple sounds good?" She asked him and smiled. "Sounds great." He said. "But why are you mad?" he wasn't going to let the subject drop. He was also like a human lie detector, so he would be able to tell if she was lying. Of course, she didn't know that... yet. Aileen bit her lip and shook her head. She didn't want to tell him why she was mad. He thought for a moment, and then asked, "Please? You don't have to tell the complete truth... just part of it." he wanted to know and figured he would figure out the rest after he told him. Of course, he could be completely wrong, but he didn't care. Aileen shook her head as she felt heat was over face. "No, it's too embarrassing." she said quietly. Vince smiled, "Hamm... Okay, you don't have to tell me." He guessed that she was a little attracted to him. Enough to be jealous when other women made passes at him. He kept this to himself though. Aileen smiled and nodded as a tall hansom man came over to take there orders. After taking there orders he left. Aileen smiled and turned to look outside, and nearly freaked. 'Oh you have to be kidding me!' she thought as realized her refection didn't showed. 'Shit Daily you are in soon much trouble!' She closed her eyes and sat there thinking that Vince didn't notice the no refection in the window Vince was oblivious, for the moment. He was thinking to himself about why Aileen was so angry about apparently nothing. "Hmm..." he said, and then softly, so that it was almost inaudible, "Do you like me, Daily?" Aileen smiled and giggled as she watched him. "I think I do," She whispered as she looked down at the table. "I mean I have never felt like this before, so I'm kinda new to it." "Really?!" he said, blushing badly. He hadn't expected her to have heard him. He sipped his soda that the young man had brought when he took their order. Aileen giggled as she saw him go red. "You look cute with that shade of red." She said to him. Vince hadn't realized he had been blushing. He turned redder as the blood rushed to his face. "Th-thanks I think." he stuttered, embarrassed. Aileen giggled and smiled at him. "You super dribble sweetie." She said before leaning over to kiss his cheek. He turned to look at her, causing her to kiss him on the lips. He blinked and kissed her reflexively. "S-Sorry..." he said apologizing for the kiss. Aileen blinked and pulled back. Blinking she burst out laughing as there food came. "Silly Vince you didn't need to apologize." she said to him. "I like you and I did t mind kissing you." He blushed some more. "Thanks." the guy who had taken their order came back with their pizza and set it down. "Thanks." Said Vince, and the guy nodded before going back to take someone else's order. Vince looked over at Daily and smiled, "Smells good, Doesn't it?" he then grabbed a piece, put some Parmesan cheese on the slice, and took a bite gingerly, since the pizza was really hot. Aileen smiled and watched him eat. "You do know it take aproxmently about two minutes for a pizza to properly cool down." She said with a smile. "What I got born one day?" She shrugged as she grabbed a piece of pizza for herself. Vince laughed," I never knew that. " He smiled at Aileen and took another bite of the pizza. Aileen smiled and ate her food. "So did you ways water a roommate?" She asked him before taking a bite into her pizza. ((Took me a moment to realize what you said since you missed a few letters :P))Vince smiled," No, not really. Especially not one like Ben. But it's easier for me financially, since I'm full ride school and practically jobless." He meant that he got money for doing nothing. He told his client what to do and how to do it and that was about it. Furthermore, he worked with a mentally handicapped person 4 days a week for 3 hours a day. Aileen laughed at him. "That kinda sucks your stuck with Ben someday," She said as she grabbed another peace of pizza. "If you want, you can come over to my house and hang out with me if Ben becomes a handful if you want. I got more movies and Vedic games any man could ask for." She wavered leaning towards him. "Dang, really?" He asked grabbing another piece of pizza. He didn't care for games, but he loved movies."do you have horror movies?" he asked, excited. "I have classic, old horror movies." She said taking s sip of her drink. "I find the original movies are better than the remake ones." "Me too!" He said, happy that she chose the old ones over the new, for the most part. " There are a few new ones that are original though." "There are," She said laughing. "But the old ones have less, CGI in it." "True. Very true. "He said "What about comedies? Do you have any Adam Sandler movies?" Aileen smiled and nodded. "Yes I do," She said. "I have like tones of movies, there in my cabinet beside the TV, the next time your over you can look at them." " Okay cool. "He said smiling. " Hey, do you want to do this next week?" he asked as the guy came back with the bill. "Sure, but let's get tonight over first." She said as she reached for the bill to pay. Vince beat her to it. "I said I would pay, remember?" He smiled at her and kissed her quickly on the cheek before getting out of the booth. Aileen pouted and then smiled as he kissed her cheek. "Okays I won't beat you so I can pay for it." She said with a smile and got out as well. "So what should we do now?" She asked as she watched him pay the bill. "I don't know." he said. "We could go to the park. " He mumbled that part about the park since it was an illegal activity after dark. He signed for the bill and thanked the girl who had helped them, and took daily's hand and led her out of the pizza place. It had stopped raining for the time being. "Awe it stopped raining." Aileen whined as she held onto his hand. "And isn't illegal to go to the park after dark?" She asked as he leads them to wards his car. He winked at her. "Only if you get caught. And besides, we're young so they'll probably only give us a warning anyway." He smiled and opened the car door for her, let her get in, and went around to his side after shutting her door and got in the car. Aileen smiled and watched as he got in. "So you are going to take me to the park and hope we are not going to get arrested?" She asked with a smile. "Hamm I like that idea, its sounds... Fun." "Yup, and even if we get caught they'll only give us a warning." It sounded like he had experience with the whole thing. He started the car and backed up and started to drive to the nearest park. "You sound like you know so much about this." She asked as he drove. "Have you done this before?" She asked him as she watched the road past by. "Nope." He said, telling the truth. "Ben has though. He got caught. Told me about the whole thing." Vince glanced over at her and smiled before turning back to the road. He was glad it was dark, as most people were asleep by that time. ((Sweetie you Vince not Toby))Aileen laughed. "You know that roommate of yours kinda is useful." She said with a grin. ((GAS!!! I knew that. I'm Toby in my other 2 rps. Sorry. I fixed it.)) Vince smiled,"Sometimes." He turned the corner quickly, causing Aileen to lean into him a little. He smirked at the moment so she wouldn't notice, and it was gone by the time he pulled out of the turn. Aileen smiled and quickly kissed his cheek as he made a quick turn. "So let us hope the police don't catch us." She said with a smile. "They shouldn't." He said. "Not where we're going." he blushed when she kissed him. Vince turned left, this time slower than the last turn so that he didn't lean into her too far. He was thinking about how he had had a crush on her since they had met. "OO Where are we going?" She asked leaning towards him. "To the park, remember?" He teased her, knowing she knew that they were going to a park. He turned down a dark street and turned on his high beams. Aileen made a face before she stuck her young out at him. "I know that silly." She said with a smile. "I meet which park?" Vince smiled and didn't say anything until he pulled into the parking lot of the darkest park in the city. "This one." He got out and went to open Aileen's door. "C'mon." Aileen smiled and stepped out of the car. She looked around to see the park. She knew this park well, It's where she liked to go late at night when she reached the point of boredom and needed a place to run around with no one to notice her. Furthermore, she smiled and stared to skip around. Vince smiled and jogged to catch up with her. "So you're familiar with this park?" he asked, knowing it was a little ways off from their apartment complex. Aileen turned and laughed. "Of course I know this park." She said. "I drive out here so I can take walks some night. And trust me we won't get bought, Tracy the officer that patrols this park like loves me since I hooked her up with her newest and current boy toy." Vince smiled. "Sweet. So, you want to go swing?" he said, smiling. Aileen smiled but shook her head. "Actually I like walking." She held out her hand for him. "Want to walk with me?" his smile dropped for a second, but he quickly recovered it. "Walking's good." He took her hand and started to walk with her. "So what happens if Tracy isn't working tonight?" he asked, curious. She frowned and looked down at the ground as he took her hand. She started to lead him towards the playground when she realized he asked her a question. "Umm, There Bob, and he's nice." She said as she looked up towards the sky. "Tracy told Bob that I liked walking around here at night, and that i don't cause any trouble but that I need a place to let go some steam." "Well that's good." he said, wondering if there was anyone else that needed to be aware of her being there at night. It was an illegal activity after all. There wasn't much fun in the thought that they weren't going to get caught or have any problems. He shrugged it off. "I remember coming here as a kid... With Deana... she used to love the swings, which is probably why I love them so much." Aileen looked at him. "Uh huh, I thought we weren't going to mention your sister?" She said with a frown. "Sorry, I forgot." he said, shrugging. "What should we talk about?" he asked, pulling his box of cigarettes out of his pocket. "Do you mind if I smoke?" he asked, trying to be polite. He didn't want to offend her, but he needed a smoke. "I don't like it when people smoke." She said. She always hated it because her father smoked and was heavy into it. "But if you need it go ahead." She said "Thanks. I need something to cool my nerves." He didn't explain what he meant, because it would make him blush like crazy. He was nervous being around her even though he didn't show it. Furthermore, he pulled a cigarette out of the case and lit it. Aileen raised an eyebrow at him. "And why would you be nervous?" She asked. "I hope not of me, if that's the case then I will have to leave you now and find some other nice boy to go out for pizza with." he sort of panicked. "No, well, yes but no, don't leave." he took a deep puff from the cigarette and let it out slowly. "Sorry." Aileen laughed and hugged him. "Okays I will not leave, just stop panicking." She said. "Alto if we are going to start seeing each other may I ask one thing?" "Sure." he said. He didn't know what else to say. Aileen laughed and kissed his cheek. "I would really like it if you stopped smoking, it can kill you." She said. And It's not likely I will first she thought to herself. " It cools my nerves. But I'll try." he said. He was thinking about how it would be easy since he only smoked when he was frazzled. "Make you a deal, you quit smoking." She said with a smile. "For about a month, and I will tell you my deal the darkest secret" Vince perked up. "Deal." He smiled. "After I finish this one." He was already halfway done with it. Aileen smiled and nodded. "Okays it's a deal." She said as she stopped in front of the swings He smiled and took another drag on the cigarette. He had maybe 3 more drags before he was done. He looked at Aileen and took her hand. "I want to show you something." he said. There was a fenced off hill near the back of the park. It had been like that for more than five generations. He took another drag and pulled her with him towards the hill. Aileen smiled and let him lead them towards the fence. "So where are we going?" She asked giggling. "To the best view in town." He finished his cigarette and tossed it on the ground, stepped on it to put it out, and picked up the butt and put it in the case with the other cigarettes. By then they had reached the fence. He searched for the seam and pulled it back, "After you, my dear." He said. Aileen smiled and went forward. "Oh my god." She whispered as she saw the view. "Wow Vince this is amazing." She was in awe as she saw the whole town, for as much as she wondered around here she never saw this before. He followed her up, "Yeah, I know." he figured it was once open to the public, but he didn't know for sure so he didn't say anything. Aileen smiled and looked out at the town. "I never realized how big this town is." She said looking at Vince. Vince smiled. "Yeah, I know. Not many people realize it." He took her and smiled at her. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Vince, I have sudden urge to kiss you." She said with a smile. He smiled and placed his hands on her hips and leaned in to kiss her. He whispered, "then do it," and kissed her deeply. Aileen smiled and kissed him back. She never really kisses someone, and for someone who is at least 120 years old, that's saying something. Vince smiled after kissing her. "We should head back. And careful on the way down." Aileen pouted but flowed him down. "What are we going to do now?" She asked as he leads her back to his car. "We can drive around for a bit, but I have a test tomorrow so I have to be home by three." It was already midnight thirty. He opened her door and let her get in before going around to his side and got in. "We can go anywhere you want to go." he said. Aileen smiled. " Why don't we go back to my place," she suggested "you can crash there for the night." she also needs to head back and get some red juice soon, or she would end up eating Vince instead and since she liked him a lot she didn't want to do that. "Alright. You probably have homework to do too," he said, pulling out of the parking lot.((Time skip))As they pulled up to the apartments, Vince yawned. He was tired as all get out. The night before didn't help him much either. Aileen smiled and got out of the car. She grabbed his hand and started to pull him towards the apartment. "Come on sleepy let's get you home so you can sleep." She said. And so I can have some mojo juice. She thought to herself as she leads him down the stairs to their suite. She caught a glimpse of Vince's roommate pull in a trashy blond into their house. "So um, how do you feel about crashing at my place?" She asked as the door was slammed shut. "Because I think Benny has a friend with him." ((YAY! A long post :]))Vince blinked and got out of the car as well. "I don't mind but I'll run in and get my keys and some clothes for tonight and tomorrow." He smiled and walked with Aileen up the stairs to the apartments. "I'll be right back." he told her and ran inside and talked to Ben about bringing over women without asking, told the girl he was sorry, she didn't care because she was drunk, and grabbed his things. On the way out he told the girl that she was too good for Ben, and to run. She made fun of Vince and ran around the house as he was leaving. He rolled his eyes. "Oh well. Okay lets go in." ((*laughs* I know aren't you proud of me))Aileen snickered as she heard Vince talking with Ben, as she waited she quickly ran into her house drank some mojo juice and then washed her mouth out with mouthwash and ran back to wait outside for him in record time without panting or anything. She just stood there crossed from his open door starting at some blond drunk lady. Wow, human women don't know what works for them and what doesn'tthe thought to her self as she waved to her. Aileen smiled as she saw Vince come out with Ben glaring at him. "Works for me." She said and lead him too her door as she saw Ben and his "friend" poke out there heads to gawk at them. "Watch it Benny, I don't want to eat your friend there." She said at them and open the door to let Vince and her self in. She poked her head out and blew a raspberry at them before blaming the door shut. Furthermore, she turned to face Vince. "What?" She asked looking innocent. "I don't like trashy blonds who think they own the world"((look Kenny another one!)) ((HOORAY YYY!!! ’D))Vince smiled. "She's too drunk to notice what you just said. I think she's one of his regular girls. Not sure though. He has a lot of blonde girlfriends at this point. I think it's his thing at the moment. It used to be redheads, but now it's blondes with fake nails." Vince went into her living room. "Where will I be sleeping tonight?" he asked, unsure. He would have been content with a blanket on the floor for all it mattered. He was a little distracted about what was going on, but not enough to not hear what Aileen said. ((ya I knows amazing!)) Aileana shrugged. "You can sleep in my bed with me if you want, just don't get any ideas." She said as she walked towards her kitchen and sat on her bar stool. "From past experiences I know that the clutch is very um comfortable," She pointed to her grandmothers ancient clutch with a frown. "So your safe bet is my bed. It's like sleeping on a cloud. And you can use the shower just lock the door when you do, other than that I don't know what else to tell you." She said making a face and looking around her apartment. "Wait," She said as something occurred to her. "What ever you do, do not open any window or I will seriously kill you when you sleep tomorrow night." He blinked, not expecting the answers. "Thanks, okay, and okay but why not?" he asked, wondering about the windows. He wouldn't have thought to open them, but now he was tempted to and curious as to why she didn't want them open. He knew that not all apartment windows had screens on them so he wondered if some of the neighborhood cats had wandered into her apartment before at night while she had the window open. He looked at her questioningly and let his mind wander. He started to think about cuddling with her and falling asleep with her in his arms. He started to smile at the thought, and he didn't share why he was smiling so he had a weird questioning smile on his face. He yawned. It was getting really late. If he were to shower he would have to either do it right before bed or right after he woke up. "It's to do with the sun." She said with a frown. "It makes me sick sadly and I become very slow at things." She smiled as she saw his smile. She had a feeling he thought it was because she was he wanted to snuggle with her. Furthermore, she did a happy dance in her head at the very thought of that. She saw him yawning and giggled. "Why don't you go for a shower and I will finish locking up for the night and will meet you in the bedroom okays?" Ai leans said with a sexy grin. Vince blushed, "Alright." he said, smiling. He went into the bathroom, shut and locked the door and got in the shower, washing his hair first. He sang quietly in the shower like he always did, and when he got out he dried off before putting on his clothes. Furthermore, he then went to find Aileen. Guessing she would be in her room he went there first Aileen walked over and locked her door and grabbed her already half drank mojo juice and wondered over to her bedroom. She grabbed her orange James and put them on. She downed the rest of her drink and threw it in the trash. Furthermore, she wondered over to the Curtis and made sure they were properly closed and turned on her beside lamp and crawled into her bed and waited for Vince. She pulled out her latest IN Fashion Magazine and started to read it. Vince smiled when he didn't have to look very much for Aileen. "Hey girl." He said softly. As he put his clothes in the corner. He then walked over and crawled in next to Aileen and wrapped his arm around her Aileen smiled and wrapped her arms around him too. "Hey love," She said and kissed his nose. She snuggled up to him after she turned off the light. She giggled as they heard a slight pound on her wall. "Ya I kinda forgot to mention my room is next to your living room." she got up and quickly turned on the music and played it quietly to block out the sounds from Ben and trash blond. "So you hear everything? You can hear when I yell at Ben for his stupidity?" He shook his head. "I'm sorry... Anyway I'm about to pass out. Night Daily." He kissed her goodnight and promptly fell asleep. The next morning Vince woke up late. "Shit." he murmured, realizing Aileen was still cuddled up to him, asleep. "Daily." he said, shaking her awake gently. "I have a test to go to. I'm going to be late if I don't leave right away." he jumped out of the bed and started stripping. He kept his boxers on, but took everything else off, and then threw on the clean clothes he had brought. She kissed his nose and curled up next to him and listen to him fall asleep. Aileana grumbled and moved over as she heard him talk. She smiled and watched him get dresses. "Mmm, you are looking quite sexy this moving love." She said with a grin before she yawned. "Do you know what time it is?" He looked at his phone "Shit it's later that I thought. It's 10:13" he said. He rushed to the bathroom as he pulled his shirt over his head, fixed his hair and grabbed his things. "I'll see you when I get back from class, okay?" he walked over to her and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Thanks for letting me stay the night." Cleaned smiled and nodded. "Ya, remember my spare key is under the fear exstiqusher between our apartments love." She said and flopped back down and went back to sleep. "Good luck on your test." She mumbled before passing out. "Thanks" he said and left, taking his clothes with him. He stopped by his apartment before heading to class. Fortunately, the classroom was on the first floor and the teacher was late. Vince pulled out his text book and read for a little bit until the teacher came in to the class and gave out the exam. After class Vince went to grab a quick bite before heading home. He got a small fry and an iced coffee from MC Donald, and picked up an iced coffee for Aileen as well. When he got to the apartments he found her spare key and let himself into her apartment. Not seeing her in the living room or kitchen he wandered to her room. "Hey Hon. I bought you a coffee." Aileen grumbled and poked her head up and looked at him. She frowned and rubbed her eyes. "Thanks love." She mumbled and took the drink. "How did you know I like ice coffee love?" She asked sitting up and rubbing her eyes. "How was your test?" "I didn't I just like it so I figured you might." He smiled. "It was okay, I think I did well." He smiled again and kissed her cheek before sitting down. He had finished the fries in the car. She giggles and moved to sit beside him. "Where you late?" She asked with a smile. "I'm sorry if I made you late." She said frowning. "I was a little late, but not as late as the instructor. " He said shrugging. He took a drink of his coffee. "Did you sleep all day?" he asked, curious. Aileen nodded and curled up next to him. "Yes I did," She said with a smiled and snuggled next to him. "So how late was the instructor?" " Like twenty minutes late. He came in 15 minutes after I did, so..." he shrugged. She smiled and kissed his cheek. "How quickly can you drink that coffee?" She asked him. " Depends on if I want to savor it or not. But right now I don't care either way. Why?" he asked, curious. She smiled and crawled up onto his lap. "Well let's have some fun?" she said with a wink and kissed him. Vince blushed and kissed her back" I don't know, Daily... We just started to date..." he said, with a reserved attitude. Aileen frown and got off. "Sorry," she got up and started to move away to the kitchen. He frowned when she left. If anything she should have been glad that he didn't take advantage of her. He got up and followed her. "Are you okay?" he asked, wondering if he had upset her. Aileen smiled and looked at him. "Ya everything is fine." She said. "Its just morning." "Morning? Daily, it's 4:30 pm." Vince said, looking at her with an interesting look on his face. Aileen winced as he told her the time. "I know that. To me, it feels like morning." She said. "I'm sorry." She whispered. She brushed her hair back and looked into the sink to see her blood shot eyes. Around the irises she noticed that they were slightly red and begging for normal food. "Why are you sorry?" he asked. He didn't understand. He walked over to her and pulled her hair to one side and kissed her neck. Aileen bit her lip till she tased blood on her young at the feeling of his lips on her neck setting a forging fire threw her that's she felt she has forgotten. "I'm sorry I was pushy." She said soberly as she licked the blood off her lips. "It's fine. You weren't that pushy." he said softly. Aileen smiled and wrapped her arms around him and sighed. She was happy to have him back at her apartment. She smiled more as she heard a knock at her door. Furthermore, she looked over to it and frowned. "Now who can that be, I never get any visitors." She said and wondered over there as the person behind it knocked again. "I'm coming you stupid person." She mumbled and shuffled over to the door. She looked in the peephole and froze. "Awe shit!" She grumbled. "Awe shit what?" asked Vince, surprised and worried at the same time. His sudden emotions seeped through into his voice. Was there someone at the door that Aileen was afraid of? Or maybe someone she hated? He didn't know. And that was what scared him the most. Aileen whimpered and opened the door, to her very preppies old friend who she thought she has finally gotten rid of. "AILEEN!!!" Her Friend squealed and hugged her. "Girl, how have you been?! I have been completely worried some about you!" Alien made a face and pushed her friend off her and looked at her. "Davey, what are you doing here?" Aileen asked as she saw her old ex-boyfriend. "She wanted to see you Aileen." He said behind her. Alien growled at them." Oooo who's he?" Davey asked as she skipped towards Vince." My boyfriend Davey. Now may I ask you two to get out!" She said to her ex friends. "You Vince stay." Vince sort of flinched away as Davey came close to him. He didn't care for preppy people, and he could definitely tell she was one of them. Davey stuck her young out at Aileen and skipped into the apartment. "And why should we?" She said bitterly. "We have missed you." Davey smiled and land over the counter showing off her very large assets to Vince. "So what's your name Mr. Handsome?"" Dava so help me, if you don't get your lazy preppy ass out of my place and back home will kill you and Sam right here, right now" Aileen growled as she walked over to Vince. "Name's Vince. I'd suggest you and Sam, was it? Left. Daily can get pretty pissed. You should have seen her with her last ex. Daily's strong. She'll throw you out like the trash if she gets annoyed or angry enough." he warned. He stepped away from Davey and closer to Aileen. Davey brushed him off and ignored him. She wondered around the apartment as Aileen grew more angry." So Vince." Sam asked as Aileen went after Davey. "You're her new boyfriend?""DATA OUT OF MY ROOM NOW!" Aileen streaked as Davey took her stuff into her room"Well where am Sam and I supposed to sleep." Davey yelled at her."IN A FREAKING HOTEL! OR A MOTEL! OR A HOLIDAY INN! NOT HERE!" Aileen yelled back. "AND WHY RE YOU EVEN HERE WITH SAM!?""Oh, your parents wanted a check up so we said we would." She said and sat on the bed. "Yes this is where I will be staying, hey what are you doing with my bags?" Aileana left the room with Davis bags and stomped off to door. She turned around and then grabbed Davey off her bed and then rolled her out her apartment. "Throwing out the trash. You leave, Sam can stay on the clutch. You have to leave." Vince thought for a moment after watching all of this. "Hey Daily, they can stay at my place. As long as Ben's okay with it, which he will be, there shouldn't be a problem. All the expensive stuff is Ben's, and he'll search them before they leave just in case they develop a case of sticky fingers." He said. "But they can only stay a week max, because of the landlord's rules." Aileen turned and glare. "I would rather die then have her ho ass in then same apartment you share with." She said growling and slammed the door on Davey." Um Vince," Sam said to him. "I would just let her send Davey to a hotel, she gets very protective of her boyfriends after what happen between her and Davey"Aileen growled and wondered over to Vince and wrapped her arms around him. She breathed in his scent and relaxed. Vince felt Aileen relax. He looked at her and wrapped his arms around her, kissed her and said,"I could stay with you during the week while they stay in my apartment..." he smiled at her. Aileen frowned and looked up at him. "I would rather die then have her as my next door neighbor." She said to him." Aily news flash your dead." Sam said as he went to the fridge. "Now where is the -AB?" Vince looked at her confused. "What does he mean by that?" he asked, utterly confused. His mind was racing with possibilities. One was that she could be a zombie, though highly unlikely. But for some reason his mind was set on thinking that, and ignored Sam's second statement. Aileen growled and pulled Vince away and into the bedroom. "Vince there umm, this thing about me, you need to know. No I'm not a zombie, blah would I look this good if I was a zombie?" She asked looking at him. "No, I'm something else, something unliving. Please don't be mad at me, I was going to tell you this." She started to hyperventilate and fell down on the floor crying. "It's not like closed to be a vampire I was born into it. Please don't be mad." She said sowing. He blinked and took a step back, paused, letting Aileen cry for a moment. "..... I'm not mad Daily. Just shocked an little scared, I mean I don't know if you're going to eat me or what. "He didn't know much about vampires. He knelt down and put a Shaka hand on Aileen's shoulder. "I'm definitely not mad." Aileen looked up at him with her blood stained cheeks. She shook her head as she whipped her cheeks the best she could. "No I'm not going to eat you. I'm what they call a vegetarian vampire. I drink out of bottles and have to have it mixed with my food unless I'm starving." She said with a small smile. "But if you want I could eat your roommate if you want." She smiled wrapped her arms around him. "And if you value life I would stay away from Davey." She warned him. Vince didn't know what to say. "Hamm..." is all he was able to think of. He paused a moment and sat back onto his rump. He sighed, "This is a lot to take in." he felt his hand reach into his pocket for his case of cigarettes, but they weren't there. "A smoke would really help right now..." he said. Aileen smiled and nodded. "Okays, go for it." She said with a smile. "I'm sorry that I'm telling you all this now."" Yo Daily!" Sam hollered. "You only have -B why is that?"" Cuz it's the only kind I like asshat!" She yelled back. "So suck it!" Vince smiled and kissed Aileen lightly on the forehead. "I'll be back in a few minutes, alright?" he said, digging in his pocket for his keys. He then got up and went to his apartment, unlocking his door. He grabbed his pack of cigarettes and a lighter and went out to his porch. He lit up, and sighed, he was almost done with the pack of cigarettes. He fully intended to quit as soon as he ran out, for daily's sake. However, he was scared for his life being over at her house. He didn't know anything about vampires other than the fact that they drank people's blood. He sighed again before taking a long drag on the cigarette. Aileen frowned and burst our crying again after Vince didn't come back. "Sam I'm going to kill you!" She growled as she cried. She wrapped her arms around her legs and cried. Furthermore, she whipped her eyes and stormed out of her room to see Sam chilling out in front of her TV. Furthermore, she grabbed him by the ear and threw him out of her apartment and slammed it shut and fell down crying. "You're an dot Aileen Duffy." Vince heard the door slam and winced. Something made Daily really upset. He finished his cigarette and put it out before going back over to Daily's. On the way over he saw Sam sitting on the ground, "So you're a vampire too?" he asked, a little hesitant. Sam looked up at him. "Half, not like Daily and Davey who are full ones." He said. "What's on your mind?" "A lot. I don't know what to think. I don't know anything about vampires except for the fact that they drink blood." he said, a little less hesitant. He let his guard down a little. "I've liked Daily for a long time, and we just started dating, but this is a big thing, you know??" he sighed, again. He was sighing a lot that night. "I'll be right back, I need another smoke." he went back into his apartment and grabbed his box of cigarettes and brought it out with him. He took one out and lit up, almost chain-smoking. Sam nodded. "Hey we could share one." He said. "And you don't really have to worry about Aileen drinking your blood, bud. If its one thing about Aileen that is she hates being who she is. The whole vampire thing. She is one of the few Vegan vamps I know, She can't drink anyone's blood unless she has to, and that's why she has to mix it into things for her." Assuming he meant to share a smoke, Vince shook his head. "I'll just give you one, I don't like sharing." he said, pulling one out for Sam. He handed Sam the cigarette and the lighter after taking a puff on the one he had in his mouth. He talked while he smoked and never let the cigarette fall from his lips. "I see. So, how are you a half vampire?" he asked. Sam lit one up and took a drag. "My mom was human and my sperm done was a vamp." Sam said. "If you have notice I have no dad, he ran off after he found out my mom was present with me. Trust me it was hard for my mom, Davey mom helped out mine with me when we were all two, ever since then the three of us have been together. See growing up with Daily she was going ho and was so stoked to be a vamp, until her brother disappeared suddenly. Ever since she has just been." He paused and took a drag. "Ever since, Daily has been different. Mind you the whole Davey sleeping with me thing really didn't help." "I see..." He said. He had too many questions, so he kept his mouth shut. He'd ask Daily later. Furthermore, he didn't say much after that.((This is all I can do in my half awake state. Won't be on this weekend cause of con. Sorry Bella love)) ((that's okay I will come up with something))"Dude, it's okay." Sam said with a warming smile. "Daily is ten times better than half the other vamps around the city, You are practically safe. Trust me." Aileana rested her head against the door and smiled. I owe you Sam. She thought to her self as she whipped her eyes. She got up and walked over to her fridge and opened it. Furthermore, she frowned as she saw all her blood bottles. Furthermore, she growled at them. "What's the point of having mortality when all you end up is being alone?" She whispered and grabbed all her bottles and started to empty them in the sink.~back outside the apartment.~Sam looked back at the door as he started to hear Aileen empty the bottles. "Davit." He growled and shot up from the ground and ran to door. "Aileen Reid Duffy put down that bottle now!" He growled. Aileen turned to him and hissed at him and started to drain another bottle into the sink."What's the point? I hate mortally and you know that." She growled as he came forward to take the bottles away. ((You're such a good writer when you write a lot. ’D))Vince blinked, confused at first until he heard Sam growl at daily. He put his cigarette does in the ashtray and went into Daily's apartment to see her draining out bottles of what looked like dark red Kool-Aid. "Uhm..." he said confusedly. He didn't know what was going on. ((MMM thank you))Aileen growled as Sam moved to get the rest of the bottles. "I know you hate it, but you have to suck it up." He said growling back at her. "Here Vinny take these!" Sam said as he threw some at him. Aileen growled and charged at Sam. "You dot!" She started to push at him as he grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder. He threw her into room and shut it. "You are stuck in their till you calm down." He shouted and locked the door. Vince caught the bottles like a ninja. He was used to having breakables thrown at him with all the crap he put up with Ben. He blinked, completely lost as to what was happening. Furthermore, he put the bottles back into the refrigerator and waited for Sam to return before asking, "So, your guy's immortality is based on the blood you drink?" He had assumed that the bottles were filled with blood as they smelled faintly of iron though the container ((Dunno if they're glass or plastic)). Furthermore, he had forgotten about Davey for the time being. Sam nodded at him and held on to Aileen door knob as she tried to open it. "Yes, and No." He said pulling harder to keep the door shit. "Aileen just give up and calm down your not getting out!" He said to her and growled more. "You see Vinny, The blood we have to drink, gives us life and gives us our beauty. Have you ever wondered why vampires are always so young and good-looking?" He asked looking at him. "I guess I've never paid any attention." he said and thought, "nor have I ever really met a vampire before." he sat down on one of the bar stools sitting near the kitchen and watched Sam hold the door shut on Daily. Sam laughed. "You see we are very good at hiding who we are. I bet you didn't even knew ally was one till today?" He said as he held onto the door. "Not at all. I don't think she was going to tell me for a while either. But I do think that she would eventually tell me on her own time." He said, sitting so he faced Sam. He leaned against the back of the couch. "So, how old are you?" He wasn't sure if they lived for forever, but guessed that they did base on the word immortality. Aileen grunted and let go of the door and flopped on her bed. She flipped him off and growled as she hit her head on the bed over and over. Sam smiled and let go of the door and wondered to the couch and sat down. "I'm 99 years old." He said with a smile. Vince blinked. "Wow... How old is... Do I want to know?" he asked, more towards himself than to Sam. He figured he'd be told anyway. "I'm 98 years old." Aileen shouted from her bedroom. Vince fell off the couch and hit his head on the table that was there. "Wasn't expecting that." he said, rubbing his head. Sam laughed as Aileen ran out of her room and threw a pillow at Sam and knelt next to Vince. "Vince, are you okay?" She asked. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just a small bump. I'll let you know in an hour if I think it's a concussion or not." he said. He pulled himself up so he wasn't laying on the floor. Aileen frowned and watched him move. "I'm so sorry Vince," she muttered and wrapped her arms around him and held him closely to her self. "Please don't be mad at me." he smiled and hugged her tight. "I'm not mad at you at all. Just surprised about all this. It's a hard thing to swallow all at once." He said, not thinking that it could be taken wrong. Aileen frowned and hugged him closer to him. "If it helps i don't eat human." She said with a warm smile. "Yeah that helps a little. What do you eat though?" he asked, hugging her back. Aileen smiled and sat back looking up him. "I eat normal food." She said with a smile. "Blood for me is like an energy drink. It gives me energy and lets me move faster." She looked up and smiled at him. "I really don't like fresh blood though." "Hence the bottles in the fridge?" he asked. They seemed to have totally forgotten that Sam was there on the couch for the moment. Aileen nodded. "I only drink out of them when I need to." She said as she rested her head on his shoulder. "Other than that, I just mix it into the food I eat."" Eating at Orleans house is always entertain," Sam said as he turned on the TV. "The food is always good." Aileana frowned and looked him. She grabbed Vince's hand and pulled him away and to her room. Vince smiled and followed Daily. He yawned once they got to daily's room. It had been a long day at school for him. "Do you mind cuddling with me?" he asked shyly as he walked over to the bed. He was slowing taking everything that he had been told in. Vampires, Blood, Normal food, Weak during the day... It was starting to make a bit more sense. The only thing that seemed out of place to him was the normal food. In all the movies he had seen none of the vampires ate normal food. He shrugged it off, which to Daily, would seem like a random shrug. Aileen smiled and nodded. "Yes we can snuggle." She said as she pulled him onto her bed and snuggled up to him. She sighed in content and smiled. He stroked her hair and soon fell asleep. He was happy at the moment he passed out, for even though he had found out his girlfriend was a vampire, nothing changed between them. Aileen smiled and watched him sleep. She watched his emotions danced on his face as he slept. It went from happy to relax to happy again. Aileen hugged him closer. ((IDK what to SY so I'm going to make him dream.)) Vince slept soundly, dreaming. He mumbled some things that gave his dream away. He was mumbling vows for a wedding. He was smiling the whole time he was mumbling. Aileen looked at him and smiled. She sat up and pulled him close to her and held on too him. She smiled and played with his hair listening to him speed. As Aileen listen she started to daydream off in her world. ((Time skip? I think yes.)) The next morning Vince woke up slowly. He was groggy and as he remembered the night before he started to think that it was a dream until he realized it wasn't because his dream that night was of pretty girls and basketball. ((Okays))Aileen waned and snuggled closer to Vince as she started to doze off to sleep. She started to dream about Vince and vampires and Davey. She snuggled and hugged Vince tightly and nuzzled before wake up with a start. Vince blinked when he felt daily move suddenly. "Are you okay?" He asked looking at her. He was extremely curious for being so groggy. Aileen blinked and looked at him. She smiled and Hughes him tightly. "I'm okays," She said with a smile. "Just had a nightmare." She let go of him and rested her head on his shoulder. "The better question is are you okay?" "Yeah I'm fine, why?" He didn't understand the sudden question, but then again he wasn't quite thinking straight. Aileen frowned at him. "Are you okay with me and my vampires?" She asked yawning. "It'll take a little getting used to, but yeah, I think so. I don't really know much about vampires though, so you'll have to teach me." he smiled at her. Aileen smiled and hugged him. "I can teach you," She said looking up at him. "What do you wanna turned?" "Everything!" He said running his fingers gently through her hair. somehow, while she slept, it didn't get tangled too badly. Aileen laughed and sat up. "Well that so helps me to try to explain things." She said with a smile. She placed a hand on his cheek and looked at him. "Give me a question Hun, that will help me start somewhere." She said to him. "Well... why can't you go out into the sun?" He asked, blinking and smiling. "I can go McNally in the sun." She said sheepishly. "The sun makes me more, sluggish, and not able to use my powers" She got up and walked over to her window and opened it. She looked at him and smiled. "And no I do not burn in the sun." She said with a wicked smile. "What powers?" He asked, curious. He had no idea what she was capable of, and he was curious. Alien smiled and crossed her arms. "I can move fast, have strength, and I can if I pay attention I can kinda hear people though," She said with frown. "But I hardly listen to them that much." "I see... so...you're like a normal person out in the sun?" he asked. Ai leans surged. "Kinda," She said. "If I stay out in the sun too long I get end up getting sick and need more mojo Julie then normal" She said smiling. "I see. How long is too long?" he asked, curious. "For only about an hour or two." She said frowning and closing the blinds. "Like for instance I feel weak and hungry. And I was only in sunshine for about 5 minutes." I feel our RP has sorta died. Well you have to respond Tali, but we can try keeping it up? Well it's that we're posting one-liners practically. Well we just need to think.... Like say 3 days latter? I'll try, but t the moment I can't think of anything. ((I'll go first))Aileen smiled and watched as Vince and her new "roommate" Sam played Call Of Duty on her Xbox. She was busy coming up with new designs for her new clothing line that some major designer wanted to see, no, thanks to her mom setting up that appointment. She grumbled and ripped up latest drawing and threw it in the waist basket growing." I can't come up with anything for him." She mumbled. Quinces ears twitched at her voice. "Are you okay babe?" He asked, quitting his game making Sam object,"Hey!" Vince rolled his eyes and got up saying to Sam, "Go play black ops zombies." he walked over to daily and put his arms around her before kissing her cheek. He was standing behind her with his arms around her. Aileen held his arms and looked up at him. "I can't get what I want to work." She said smiling up at him. "I wish my mother didn't get that stupid designer." She sighed and scratched her head. "I wish i didn't have to have this done within three weeks. Vinny I hate my mother at the moment." "I'm sorry babe..." He kissed her cheek again as the sound of riktoffen, some German doctor, said stuff like, "Ahh! The puppies! I hate it when they lick me!" and other things. "What are you trying to draw?" He sat down next to her, picked up the pencil and started drawing the base of a mannequin. He was rather good too. Aileen smiled and watched him draw. "I'm trying to get a cute dress that is corseted and is ruffly." She said with a smile. "But I can't get it too work right."" Maybe you should take a break Billy," Sam said as he started to soot things down. "You two should talk about that prize you want to talk to VIN about." Aileana growled at threw an eraser at Sam. "Shut up Sam." She snarled out at him. "Surprise?" He asked, still drawing. He had finished the mannequin and started to draw what daily had described. Furthermore, he started on the top drawing the basics before it occurred to him that she might want the corset strings in the back instead of the front. "Front or back do up thing, love?" He didn't know how to describe what he meant and hoped that she would understand. Milena smiled at him. "Back, and umm since you are like hear all the time, I thought you might want to move in." She said to him looking at her feet. "It gets you away from Asshat roommate." She bit her lip and looked at him drawing and smiled. Vince stopped drawing, "Really?" he said, looking up at her. "But that would make your rent go up even higher. You've got your couch potato already, and that's costing you more because he’s here all the time too, and he doesn't work as far as I can tell." The landlord had a rule that a person was living with the tenant if said person was there for more than 7 days in a row. Sam hadn't left since he had arrived practically, so daily was having to pay extra on her rent due to him being there. Aileen and Sam looked at him and laughed. "Vinny, Baby" She said after a few minutes. "Our families are almost up there with Dracula, Sam hear is helping out with rent. We both don't have to work we just choose to do." She kissed his cheek and smiled. "I would really like it if you would live with us. Please." She looked at him with her puppy face. "Well, okay." He smiled and finished drawing, turning out a dress that was strapless and tied up in the back, with a lot of ruffles for the skirt. "Here, is this something like what you wanted?" He smiled and looked up at daily again. Aileen smiled and hugged him. "Yes baby that is what I wanted." She kissed him and smiled." Would you two get a room, I don't want to gag." Sam said to them." Shut up Sam." Aileen growled at him. Vince smiled after kissing Aileen back. He also laughed at her telling Sam to shut up. "I'm glad that that's what you wanted. And I'll move in, but I can't help with rent. I'll clean and cook for you if you don't mind so it's easier on you." he smiled at daily. Aileen squealed and started to jump around. Sam cringed as Aileen bounced around the apartment. She bounced back to Vincent and hugged him tightly. "I love you Baby." She said and kissed his cheek. "You can share my room, Sam can stay on the couch, where he has been staying for the past little while." Quote: Originally Posted by Annabella Aileen squealed and started to jump around. Sam cringed as Aileen bounced around the apartment. She bounced back to Vincent and hugged him tightly. "I love you Baby." She said and kissed his cheek. "You can share my room, Sam can stay on the couch, where he has been staying for the past little while." Vince smiled. It wasn't every day that his girlfriend asked him to move in with her. "I love you too, babe." he said, smiling. He was entertained by her jumping around. Aileen kept on hugging him and smiled. "So how do we break the news to bed?" She asked looking at him. "I'm content on going with you and telling him." She smiled and kissed him again." Seriously will you two get a room?" He said rolling his eyes. "I don't need to gag on you two." Vince smiled. "Sure. He won't care though. I'll have to bring my clothes over right away though. Do you have enough closet space?" He asked. He would need a third of her closet and one drawer in the dresser for all of his clothes. Furthermore, he only hoped there would be enough room. Aileen smiled and nodded. "Yes I have room for you." she said as she threw a pen at Sam. "And you said you would be quite." She hugged Vincent closer and smiled. "So shall we get those cloths and things?" She asked. "Sure. He should be home about now." He hugged her tightly before letting go and taking her hand and walking to the door. Furthermore, he opened it and walked to his apartment, unlocked the door, and opened it for Daily. "I don't think you've ever been inside here before now that I come to think of it." He smiled at her and released her hand. Aileen walked in backwards and smiled at him. "I was once, when Benny was sick." She said tapping his nose. "It's how i meat you Baby." She frowned as she saw Vince ts Roommate sitting on "there" clutch with is hand in his pants she turns bright red and went to hide behind Vincent. "I think you need to talk with Benny." Vince looked over. "Oh my gosh. I'm sorry babe. One sec." he said to Aileen before turning to Ben." Ben!!! Get your hands out of your pants!" He went over and whacked Ben upside the head. "We have a guest." He shook his head and took Aileen by the hand and led her to his room. "Here, start packing for me and I'll be right back, I'm going to talk to Ben about me leaving." Aileen nodded and went to his bedroom and started to pack his things in suitcases. She heard him tell bent hat he was leaving and Ben making a huge fuss about it. She growled under her breath and vowed to kill Ben latter. "Ben, you need to grow up." said Vince, "I'm not going to be here for forever to pick up after you, and soon you'll see that life isn't all about parties."" I know it's not all about parties, but you know I can't clean worth shit." Said Ben." Yeah I know, But you can do it well enough to get by. Anyway, you don't have a choice. I'm leaving you. Woah, sounds like we're breaking up..." Said Vince. They laughed at the last comment." Alright, if you insist. Need help moving any furniture?" Asked Ben. Vince shook his head." I got it bud. Most of my stuff is yours, remember? And anyway, you're still my buddy. And we'll be neighbors too, so if you ever come home sloshed, I'll come over and help you clean up a bit." He smiled and turned to go to his room as Ben thanked him and turned on the TV." Hey babe." Said Vince as he entered the room. "Everything's settled with Ben, now we'll have to talk to the landlord." He went over and kissed Daily on the cheek before helping her pack the rest of his clothes into his huge suitcase. There was extra room so he put a few extra things in there before closing the suitcase and taking it off his bed." Ready to go back?" he asked. Aileen smiled and kissed him. "Yep, oh and the evil landlord thing, ya Sam and I already dealt with him" she said and walked out of the room. "Hi Ben, bye Ben." she said to his utter dismay and shock and walked out of the apartment to hers. She opens the door for him and lead him to her room and open her closet. "See there is room." She smiled and showed him a half the section of her closet in a set of dresser and hanging. "that's your half." she said pointing to her other half of the closet Vince smiled and started putting things away. "Thanks hon." he said as he was half way done. He didn't have too many clothes, and most of his things were already on hangers anyway. He finished up putting things away and turned to daily. "So, now what?" he asked. Aileen smiled and kissed him. "Well why don't you help me with the cloths I need done or shall you want to play games still?" she said with a smile Vince smiled. "I'll help ND then play games. Chores come first to me!" He smiled happily. He then got ready to follow daily to where her clothes were, whether it be in the hamper or in the washing machine. Aileen smiled and kissed him. "I don't mean chores baby," She said looking at him with a smile. "I mean drawing." She bit her lip and looked at him hoping he will help her out. "Mind you I do need to get my laundry started too." She said a burst out laughing. Oh. Well in that case, sure! I love drawing." he laughed sheepishly. "I can always play video games, but when it comes to you, you're my first priority." He smiled at her. Aileen grew red and hugged him closely. "Have I told you yet how wonderful you are today?" She asked looking up at him. Which was true in her world. "No, not today, but yesterday and every day before that you have." He teased, as he was slightly exaggerating. He smiled at her and kissed her deeply. "I love you dear." He said, still smiling. Aileen kissed him back deeply and smiled back. "I love you to love." She said. "And It's Rare for me to find love." She smiled and held him closer." Hey Daily." Sam said poking his head in. "Once you're done having fun, your mom is on the phone." Aileana frowned and went to get the phone. "Hi, mom." She said." Aily! Dear, how's the Drawing going?" Meg Duffy said." Fine mom, I have a some help with me." She said and walked back to her bedroom and wrapped her arms around Vince. "He's quite useful.""Oh, that's good." Meg said sounding happy. "Oh and your father and I will be in next week.""NEXT WEEK!" Aileen streaked and frowned. "Mother I wish you gave me more notice!"" Yes well its quite sudden, you father found out there was this amazing artist for the showroom." Her mother gushed. "And don't worry We have a hotel so we won't interfere with you and your boyfriend. I have heard he is amazing." Vince waited patiently while Daily was on the phone. He wondered what she was freaking out for, as she only heard part of the conversation, Something about next week and not having enough notice for something. He put his arm around daily when she did. Aileen rolled her eyes and ground her teeth. "Memo to self kill Duffy." "Yes mom he is amazing, look I have to go now, I will talk with you latter." She said and hung up. She got out Vince's arms and screamed loudly and threw pillow at the wall and flopped on her bed and grumbled into it. Sam poked his head in and frowned." Oh dear, Daily is having a temper tantrum." He said as Aileen screamed into her matrix. "Hey Vince we should play games so she won't hurt you." Vince shook his head, and went over to Daily's side. "Sorry, Sam, but I'd rather stay by her side. It's what her boyfriend should do whenever he's upset." He sat on the bed next to daily. "Daily, dear, talk to me, what's eatin' you?" he asked. Aileen screamed more into the bed and started to cry blood tears. Sam sat on the other side of her. "Well I'm guessing her parents dropped the 'We are visiting soon." Sam said frowning. "And that, and I think Duffy told them bout you." "Duffy?" he asked, not remembering. "Isn't that her last name?" He started rubbing daily's back, trying to comfort her. Sam nodded." We also called Devi. Duffy just to piss her off." He said as Aileen wailed again." I wanted to tell them about you." She said in to the bed." That and half the time I get confused with them." Sam said and wondered into the kitchen and go a bloody Mary made for her, he wondered back and handed it to her. "Hear your favorite." Aileana looked at him and sat up and drank it and tried to while her blood tears away and curled up against Vince and sniffled. He put his arm around her and wiped away the bloody tears from her chin. He had never seen her cry before, so it was quite a sight. Furthermore, he supposed he'd have to wash the bedding before bed so that they were no longer bloody from her tears. "It's okay, you get to tell them that we're living together now, at least. Devi doesn't know that." He turned to Sam," And if you tell them, I'll kill you in your sleep." he looked dead serious, his jaw set. Sam blinked and smiled. "See you and Daily scare the shit out of he THT i wouldn't again crossing either of you." He said and got up and left the room. Aileen watched him leave and snuggled closer to Vince. "I should have mentioned the tears shouldn't have I?" She said looking up at him with her pinky bloody cheeks. "I'm sorry." He smiled lovingly. "It's fine. I'm not surprised. But we'll have to wash the bed clothes." He motioned over to where daily had been crying into the pillow. Unfortunately, the current bedsheets were blue, so if he didn't soak it in hydrogen peroxide soon, they'd be stained a nasty purple color. "We need to take care of it soon, or they'll be stained." He said, getting up slowly to not upset daily too much and make her feel like he didn't care that she was upset. "Do you have any hydrogen peroxide?" he asked as he went and took the pillowcases off of the pillows. The blood had stained through to the pillows as well. So he’d have to drench the spots with hydrogen peroxide too and wipe it all up once it stopped foaming. Aileen flowered ADN sniffed and nodded. "Ya it's in the cub bored under the sink." She said with a smiled and blew her nose into a town. "I just got more from last month." She said smiling. "I did have a bad month last month." Vince smiled and went to the bathroom to get the hydrogen peroxide. When he returned he opened the bottle, poured some on the pillows where they were stained, watched the foam turn pink, and wiped the pillow off with the pillowcase. It left a small pink area on the pillow but at least it was sanitary and not red. It wouldn't get hard and crusty either. Vince turned to Daily. "Do you have any spare sheets?" he asked. He went into the bathroom and plugged the sink before setting the pillowcase in it. He then poured a little bit of hydrogen peroxide on it and let them sit. Aileen smiled and went to get spare sheets. She grabbed her purple ones and smiled. She walked back into the room and handed them to Vince. "Hear baby." She said and smiled. "Purple. I don't think I could possibly ruin purple." She sailed and kissed him on the cheek. He laughed softly. "Who knows, Right?" he said smiling. He took a moment to make the bed before returning to the bathroom. He unplugged the sink and rinsed out the pillowcases. They were till slightly purple in the spots, but it was less noticeable. The washing machine would get the rest out easily. He peeked back into the bedroom, "Hey Hon, can you bring your laundry basket over here?" He didn't want to drip on the carpet. Furthermore, he then wrung out the pillowcases and waited for daily. Aileen smiled and started to make her bed. She nodded and grabbed her laundry basket and wondered back towards the bathroom. "Hear baby," She said and looked at her pillows. "I remember why i don't cry that much anymore." She said with a frown. He smiled and put the pillowcases over the top of the laundry basket, so that they'd air out a little." Well, crying's not a bad thing, but it's not good either."he hugged her. "Let's go get the laundry done, alright?" He said into her ear before letting go and picking up the laundry basket. Aileen smiled and whipped her face and blood off and joined him. "That's works for me." She said and locked her Arms into his. "I like That we do things together now." She said and walked with him. "Secretly I liked to just watch you from time to time." She said and grew red in the face. They walked arm in arm like that all the way to the stairs. He unhooked his arm and transferred the weight of the laundry basket to his hip and held onto the rail. He laughed when she said she liked watching him. "What's so great about watching me? I'm just human, I don't do anything too exciting." he smiled. By then they had reached the bottom stair, and he took her arm again, saying, "It's not like I do somersaults everywhere." he laughed again. Aileen smiled and took his arm as well. "Just because you don't think your life is all that grate dost mean i don't." She said with a smile. "I person think human lives are more interesting then mine. After living for so long I found humans more fascinating then my own kind." He smiled. "I see." He didn't say much else until they got to the washing machines. "So..." he said. He didn't know what kind of detergent to buy. "What stuff do you usually use?" he asked, gesturing towards the vending machine that held different detergents and dryer sheets. She looked at it. "Gain mostly, but if there is a preference you like." She said and hopped up on dryer and sat there. "I'm just hear for entertainment." He smiled, "Okay." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a quarter and inserted it into the machine. Once he got the detergent, he put it in the machine and loaded the washer with the clothes and started the machine. "Want to go to the playground for a little while?" he asked. The playground had swings and other things for kids to play with. It also wasn't too far that when the washer went off it wouldn't be audible. Aileen smiled and jumped down. "Okays." She said and grabbed vines hand and pulled him to the door. "So why the park." she started to skip with him as she held his hand. He skipped with her and said simply, "The swings, of course." He let go of her hand when they got to the playground and ran to the swings. Furthermore, he needed both arms to run efficiently. Aileen smiled and watched him run. She refused to run because she knew she would beat him no matter what. "I'm not racing you." She yelled and kept on walking towards the park. "That's fine!!!" he yelled over his shoulder. He figured she would have beaten him easily if she wanted to. Upon reaching the swings, he got on one and started swinging, waiting for Daily. Aileen smiled and watched as he got to the swings. She smiled and started to walk faster and stopped beside him in one of the other swings and started to swing. After they were done swinging, Vince flipped out of his swing and stumbled a little. He then turned to see if daily would follow him as he walked back towards the laundry room. Aileen smiled and jumped off her swing doing a flip and landed well. She smiled and locked her arm in his. "So do we have to go now? I liked swinging." She said and smiled. "Well you could stay, I'm sure you can fend for yourself." he said, smiling softly. "But I'd rather you came with. We need to get it in the dryer before it starts getting mildew" he explained. "I've known clothes to get that way within about 15 minutes." he walked towards the laundry room "how do you know?" Aileron asked with a smile. " Well, I've waited 15 minutes after the washer was done and they already smelled mildew. " He explained. "It's because they're in a damp area for too long." Aileen smiled and giggled. She walked and open the door for him. "So what are we doing tonight?" She asked and kissed his cheek. "I was thinking we would kick Sam out for the night, and you and I could spend the evening alone. That is, if you'd like." He smiled and walked into the laundry room. "We could work on your drawings." Aileen smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "Sounds like fun," She said and hugged him. "So are you going to kick him out? I suck at kicking people out unless its it's my ex best friend.... And plus he is like my brother please?" She said pouting and giving her puppy face. "Sure." He went over and bought a dryer sheet and tossed it into the dryer he was planning on using. He then switched the clothes over to the dryer and started it. "I don't mind kicking Sam out. He gets annoying sometimes." Aileen smiled and hugged him closer. She kissed his cheek, deep down she knew that Sam was highly annoying and she would never tell him. She hopped up and sat on one of the spare driers and watched him. After a few minutes of transferring the clothes, he shut the door and went to buy a drier sheet. He did so and put it in the drier, and turned on the drier. He then turned to Daily and smiled, "We can go kick Sam out while we wait," he said, smiling. Aileen smiled and kissed him. "Okays." She said and grabbed his hand and lead him up and to the apartment. She smiled at the thought of being alone with him, it's been a while since it was just them. Once they were in the apartment, Vince walked over to Sam. "Hey bud, you need to find someplace else to stay tonight, Daily and i want to have some alone time."

Yummy Neighbors_ A RP Between Ainebella and Alorrena|rating:3.0

[BotOW] Year Zero - Main Volumes

(sun had barely risen over the vast expanse of Rot water that made up its morning horizon, and already the heat of the day was burning away the fog that had rolled in overnight. Those mutants of the People who had cause to be up and moving did so languorously and reluctantly - that season which the Elder had taught them was named "Summer" had well and truly arrived in the Ark, and perhaps at the worst possible time. The air, thick with moisture and oppressive in its temperature, felt like a malevolent force, some horrible monster from the Zone come to put a final end to the People. If it was a dire thought, it was warranted. The People were in grave danger. Their way of life. Their home. Themselves. There wasn't a one of them that wasn't aware of this simple fact. Their stock of grub was dwindling, leaving most of them with whatever they had on hand. Within, Bosses - each with different ideas about how things should go in this time of change - angled and maneuvered for resources and influence. Already, mutants had been caught in the crossfire, some chasing under racketeering schemes, others being convinced to give up dens in prime positions. Without, threats seemed to lurk where before the monolithic presence of the Elder had seemed to hold them at bay. The People had never felt more alone. Now, they felt vulnerable, as well. Yesterday, the source of all pure water in the Ark had failed. The Elder had called it a "desalination pump". Ultimately, its label didn't matter - what mattered was that, whatever it may have been called or however it may have worked, it was no longer outputting water. Not "less than enough to slake the People's Christ." Not "a trickle". Nothing. And so, a few of those mutants loping from place to place in the confines of the Ark shot hateful glances at the sun. At the water. At the horizon. At this world that had thrown so much at them at once. If it had been Spring, still, there might not be such cause for concern - if heat did not threaten to dry up what little water remained, did not tire the body as though simply existing was a form of work, did not steal precious moisture from the People in beads of sweat that soaked through clothes after just walking from one place to another. Thirst was bad enough, but heat? Heat made it all worse. Productive solutions to any of these problems were hard to come by - most enterprising mutants simply lacked the energy. If it had still been Spring… but, fair weather, just like the Elder's presence among his People, had shrunk away, leaving them alone and stranded in a situation there seemed to be no way out of. The signs, of course, had been there. Some of the Bosses had seen them. Some of the Stalkers, the Chroniclers, they had noticed the warnings. Just as days grew hotter, as a shimmering haze hung for longer and longer over the Rot water, as green began to retake the distant buildings visible from some of those higher dens, the Elder's absence had not been sudden. He had appeared more frail. Less talkative. Words, when he did speak them, made less and less sense. He began to spend less time outside his den. But most of the People had notwantedto see. Now, the Elder was holed up in his den atop the great ship at the center of the Ark, attended only by the Chroniclers of the Dawn Vault, and the People were unprepared. There was no one to repair the pump. The crops the Elder had been growing were dying, and not one of the People could figure out how to tend to them effectively. There was no more guidance. No more sure direction. If something did not change, the People would perish, not slowly, but perhaps before the season was even over. Among those mutants picking their way across the Ark, navigating the scattered array of metallic containers and over the cracked and untended stone "concrete" of the Ancients towards the massive hull of the ship that was the focal point of their community, were those few mutants who understood: it was time for the People to take their fate into their own hands. Word had been spreading for days, now. When it was spoken of, it was called "an Assembly." It had been said that all the Bosses of the Ark were going to gather and discuss what to do about the People's many problems - without the Elder - and that others were welcome. Over the past few days, it had been spoken of dubiously or with a detached disinterest… but there had been those with the foresight and vision to see this Assembly as more than a curiosity. It was a historic moment. Perhaps, if tended carefully, the start of something monumental…" You can't just send people out into the Zone. It'll eat them alive." It was the first time someone that wasn't a Boss or directly affiliated with the Dawn Vault had spoken. The Stalker, Cullen, shook his head like he was holding back a "literally" - and he looked as though that "literally" might have some weight of truth, if the large half-ring of scars on his bar shoulder had been from teeth, as he's said they were - but he didn't clarify further. Still, the little group gathered on the deck of the ship stopped their bickering and planning for a moment of absolute silence to look at him. There were only a handful of mutants in attendance, the Assembly taking the form of a small and seemingly impromptu meeting-turned-argument near the bow of the great vessel. Each of them was frozen, by Cullen's sudden comment, in some array of body language that formed an apt representation of how things had gone so far. Reticence, exasperation, hostility, patience wearing thin - it had not been the great meeting of the minds that some of them may have hoped." Well, we can't just rot in here. I'm for it." Elona, already sometimes seeming more plant than mutant, affected an unconcerned attitude that made her appear even more distant. She tilted her head dismissively away from Cullen, shifting the great cascade of leafy hair that hung over her bare chest. Elena had not worn a shirt in years, preferring to let the large green freckles on her shoulders, chest, and cheekbones get as much sun as possible." We won't figure out how to fix the pump staring at it. And why waste time fussing over those… oh, what was his word? "Crops?" Why spend all that time trying to rekindle that hopeless skill of the Ancients when there's food out there? It's how the dogs eat: hunting. And it's a problem we can solve."" I don't know…" Reserved as ever, Gun nit stepped a fraction inward to snatch his share of the attention. A thinner man whose disapproval of the other Bosses was an open secret, preferring instead to cling to hope the Elder might return. Or, at least, that the way of life he set out for the People could somehow be preserved. Of the Bosses - though he wouldn't be caught calling himself that - Gun nit may have had the largest following. Many of the mutants that didn't align themselves with a specific Boss looked to Gun nit to preserve the status quo." I think we stay in the Ark. Look at the pump. Without water…" But it had been all but decided. The future of the People lay, at least partially, out in the Zone. It was just a matter of logistics, now. Gun nit and the trio of Dawn Vault Chroniclers could look as displeased as they wanted, but they had been defeated. While Elena seemed thrilled about this, however, some of the others seemed to understand Cullen's concerns. Largo, in particular, though he remained quiet, appeared worried. Mora spoke up next, her voice projecting a confidence not felt broadly in the Ark." We'll keep a few parties back to try and get fish. It'll be harder, but safer. The rest will go towards land. Just far enough to hit the plants, following the coast. I'm sure they'll get something. It'll be fine."" I've got a raft they can fish from,"a Airhead in thick goggles offered. Mora nodded in thanks. Cullen, however, didn't seem convinced." And what if it's not?" His tone was more worried than confrontational, a nuance not shared by Largo, whose thick voice joined the Stalker's in contempt of Mora's assurances." Yeah, Mora. What if it isn't?" She shrugged, exasperated beyond belief. One of the Dawn Vault Chroniclers spoke up. The words were accusatory, but they carried a sort of hopefulness to them which made the idea expressed seem… viable." There are mutants who've been out into the Zone. More than once. Who've spent time there? If we have to send out hunting parties, those mutants can teach them. They can learn."" Stalkers?" Yulren retorted." Sure, plenty of Stalkers. But being one of us isn't just something you… what, learn before the sun crosses the sky."" No,"the Chronicler insisted." Not just Stalkers. Others." The Chronicler looked around for some kind of aid from those few gathered who had been out into the Zone." People who've… done it. Who know a thing or two. It's our best shot." The building murmur that followed supplanted real discussion for a moment, with unaffiliated mutants whispering to each-other in hushed tones and the Bosses seeming to work things out under their breath. Then, Kristin cut in." Now hold on just a moment." The look on his face suggested he'd just realized something that might put the whole plan in jeopardy." Who sends out these parties, huh? See, because if anyone Boss has too many mutants out there hunting - or, maybe, if a few just don't have enough - there could be problems." It was a dangerous thing to accuse mutant of - violence against another of the People - but, among the present company, there wasn't a one who could refute it. If there was a way for the hoped-for influx of grub to be exploited, it would happen. Then, sudden understanding dawned on Kristin's face." Naw… I've got it. There are six of us, right? With, you know, people,"Kristin corrected, casting an apologetic glance at those present who weren't Bosses." So, each hunting party has three members, each from a different group. To make sure it's fair."" And eating it?" Yulren seemed dubious." The Rot is not a game. You don't play with the Zone."" We'll just have to learn,"Mora asserted. Kristin was quick to agree." Sure, sure. Each Boss'll send someone. They'll work on cooking it or cleaning it or whatever. It'll have to be trial and error. Elena, you've got some Rot Eaters who can test the food something safe, right? There'll be mistakes." The green-spotted woman nodded, and it seemed decided." Any volunteers to be teachers?" Bristin asked, seriously. His eyes swept the crowd." Don't have to be a Stalker, just someone who knows about the Zone. Or hunting. Or cooking. Hell, or just how to hold a spear or shoot a bow." One by one, a handful of mutants suggested themselves. They had the skills, the experience, or the vision to step forward. It was not an easy decision, but it was, in the end, made in mere moments. Kristin was not the only one that seemed delighted." Good,"he beamed." Why don't we get the teams to meet up by the landward side of the Ark, by the edge of the port, right at sunup? We'll see what our volunteers can teach them. Try to get the cooks something to work with from the Rot water. Then we'll send everyone out." No one seemed to disagree, and Kristin nodded again." Hey, volunteers?" Mora asked as everyone turned away to head off in their own directions and prepare for the day ahead." You've been out towards land before, right? Why don't you sweep out ahead of the hunting teams a way, make sure their route is clear? Maybe keep your eyes peeled for something useful?" At the last, she turned her gaze to Devin, not to indicate she was suggesting him, but seeming to hope to exclude him from her suggestion. His group had less prominence, less apparent vision, fewer designs on the future of the People, than the other Bosses, but he was still a player in this careful balance of power between figures of influence in the Ark, and Mora knew it. She fixed him with those serious, hard eyes for a few moments longer, and then shook her head and shrugged, that concerned smile returning as the others, sensing that the discussion no longer involved them, peeled away. Just like the morning before, the heat from the rising sun almost pressed down into the mutant population of the Ark, keeping some pinned in bed and rendering others sluggish. The energy level of those awake, however, was not as dampened as the day prior had been. A few dozen mutants were up and about and moving with purpose - gear gathered, expressions ranging from somber to excited, and making the trek from their dens inland. Eyes drawn to this early morning procession, watching them with sun-weary curiosity, other mutants turned their attention to these dozens. Sweat drenched and hopeful, these mutants watched from the long shade cast from towering container stacks, from lounging positions atop their dens, or propped up against something as if sunlight had rendered them immobile, all in various states of undress, a few taking reluctant swigs of their stored water, all practically panting just from the effort of getting of bed. The little party stopped a few lengths the edge of the Ark - an even line of containers, spaced equally a length apart, marking the border of their territory. On the other side lay the Zone - the denser parts of the port, with more buildings and dangers, and the wild lands that was the overgrown ruins of this place the Elder had referred to as a "city". Mutants broke off into groups - assigned hunting parties and fishing groups - with a little well-meaning debate sparking among six mutants in the middle, gesturing emphatically as they argued over the nature of the Rot. The other trios milled about, unsure, some scared and others displaying a dangerous level of bravado, many looking to the more experienced crew of volunteers as if they were the only lifeline between the Zone and their eventual return to the Ark. Surprisingly, the hunters and their teachers were not the only ones present. Two Stalkers were watching from a distance - Rusty and Arose. Unlike some of the more judgmental and derisive Stalkers they had met on the way to the Ark's border, these two seemed curious more than anything. Arose thrummed the string of his bow, a nervous habit he seemed to have, leaving him distracted enough not to mind how close the other Stalker had gotten, gesturing and speaking practically from over his shoulder about the ragtag group that had marched in. Somewhat more sociably, the Chronicler Ably approached, her eyes darting back and forth between the hunters and her notepad, which she was scribbling furiously in. Whatever was going to happen next, she apparently wanted to make sure it was all recorded…OOGMCongratulations on being vol untold for this wonderful adventure, and welcome to the edge of the Ark! A desperate People wait with bated breath behind you. Ahead, the dangers of the Zone. Just how I like it to be. :)The assembly has finished - all six Bosses were present, as well as a few Chroniclers from the Dawn Vault, a handful of unaffiliated and curious mutants (perhaps four or so), and the rest of you. Feel free to give your own impressions of the Assembly or touch on what input your mutant might have provided, but don't feel obligated. Devin, obviously, was there was one of the Bosses. Whether he was involved in coming up with the idea or not, he'd have probably felt the need to go. Che's was sent by her owner, who wants to make sure she is riding whatever progressive surge is making changes to the Ark. The rest of you are there for any number of reasons. Why you volunteered is up to you, but you did. Of course, you did. Or else this would be a very boring game. ;)You can also talk about the rest of your day, if you want. I don't want to open the side stories thread right off the bat, but I'll write something short and collaborative with you in a Google doc if you want to include an NPC (and you want me to write them; you can establish your own NPCs and write minor NPCs yourself, if you'd like). Don't worry about grub and water for either morning. We'll start worrying about that once the game gets rolling - we'll assume your current stockpile of grub and water are what you have AFTER the hunting parties meet up, and you have full control of your character. In the present, a number of hunting parties are trying to figure out what to do - those land-based hunters armed primarily with scrap spears and bows and fishermen trying desperately to come up with a way to catch fish - while six future Zone Cooks debate their initial methods. Three NPCs some of you think positively are around for comment and socializing, as well as possibly to help. What I need from all of you are Work rolls and a post detailed what that looks like. The listed Skills for the Hunting Party Project are Endure or Shoot, though I may be convinced to take other suggestions if they lead to an interesting post. You need seven total work points. Because Projects are an Ark-wide thing, you roll using your mutant's skill, but the narrative can be a combination of your character putting in personal work (teaching a skill, giving a demonstration, or something similar) and the efforts of other NPCs (in this case, the hunting parties figuring something out or one of the NPCs nearby doing something to help). As usual, PCs can help/hinder other PCs, but cannot then roll themselves. Whether or not the project is completed, the hunting parties are going to follow you out into the Zone - far enough back that they aren't NPCs in any of your scenes - and otherwise go about trying to successfully hunt. They just won't succeed at bringing in a reliable food supply and learn to cook the Rot out of it until it's completed. Please make a note of your rolls and their results in a similar IOC section for your posts. For now, and any time you invoke game mechanics. It helps me be organized and lets others know what's going on. :) While he hadn't spoken too much during the assembly, he surely did listen to all the bickering and moaning the bosses did over the breaking of the desalination thingy the elder had been keeping working...though he took note there was an agreement (somewhat) concerning forming hunting parties to try and gather some grub to replenish our dwindling foodstuffs. This was something Hamm could easily get behind, and he soon got to work shortly after the assembly had started, going from airhead to airhead, and even the small coalition of other fixers, and began to pool together a Hardy assortment of bullets, arrows, bows and crossbows to fire said arrows, and even a couple scrap guns to fire the bullets, soon delivering said pool of items to boss Mora (though he suffered some frustration as some of the fixers didn't want to do this for free.) who he saw as the most responsible for the bosses, and he figured would distribute the items fairly among the hunting parties. After delivering said items, he then saw an opportunity to try and get some stuff of his own, and soon went to work for Mora and began delegating a matter between her and largo about how big the hunting parties should be and the concentration of skilled marksman and up front spacemen should be. Eventually after multiple messages run back and forth, and dealing with scolding and yells from both parties, he soon earned himself a few jugs of water and a nice handful of bullets, and though quite taxed from his dealings, he went to prepare himself for the hunt, secluding himself for a bit as he was kind of done dealing with people for the day due to stupidity.took so, Hamm used his make a deal skill so that he could get the hunting parties better weaponry, and got four successes, though he took one empathy damage. Then he used his deal on the side part of make a deal to get 16 water rations and 10 bullets, suffering two more empathy damage as a result, gaining 3 mutant points though, leaving him with 4. During the Assembly itself While hadn’t said a word, but simply watched the proceedings as the People tried to work their way through what was becoming a significant list of problems. When it was just the understanding that they couldn’t have children, or the knowledge that they were alone in a hostile world which could kill them in a million ways if they set foot outside the Ark, the issues were too large to encompass, and so they could live without giving those matters a great deal of thought. Thirst was a powerful motivator, however, and the timetable for the People’s extinction had moved up rapidly since the desalination pump had stopped working. It was one thing to be unable to continue their species, but it was entirely another to have that species end in dehydration and hallucinations, throats red raw with dryness, eyes blind in the heat. Hilae had spent an afternoon inquiring about the pump, but it was worse than she thought. Even the airheads didn’t know how it worked, or what part of it had failed, or whether it could be broken down into component pieces. It had been an object of reverence, of vital importance for such a long time that no one had been brave enough to even consider pulling it apart. Access to the Dawn Vault to check for appropriate documentation might have been an appropriate next step, except that she knew they didn’t have any. So when the Assembly had been called, it made sense to be there, to see which way the wind was blowing. Volunteering for the expedition hadn’t actually been on her agenda. She’d noted those who’d put their hands up, stepped forward or otherwise indicated interest, but she hadn’t joined them. It was an interesting group though, and when Che's had raised her paw to be included, she’d almost decided to tag along. Instead, she’d headed to one of the more populated places in the Ark, where concrete and steel girders made convenient seats and people gathered in the evenings to barter for food, cook it if needed, and ponder their ever-increasing list of woes. She began as she always did, not with the flourish of many of the others who attempted the same art, not with the blatant drawing of attention, but with a string of soft, sweet words woven in and between the people as she walked among them, seemingly at random.“Water, oh how that wondrous liquid tastes. How strange it feels, travelling over the tongue, so vital and full of life, even as we struggle to catch it with our tongues before it falls into our throats. Water that flows, sweet and pure, abundant and generous. Water… so much we could pour it over ourselves, drink it through our skin. Water …” The words pulled them in, and she soon had them gathered around her, absorbed in the lilting rhythms which wound them up in a tale of a stalker’s search for pure water in the wasteland beyond the Ark. How the shimmer of it in the distance became the blade of an enemy’s axe. How the sound of a burbling stream became the pattered feet of a plague of rodents. Disappointment and thirst hounded the hero until at last, water was discovered flowing upwards into the sunlight, and the stalker drank his fill and carried news of the discovery to his People. Their appreciation was not as much as she’d hoped, but it would do, and While wrapped her fingers around the four bullets which had been dropped into her hand by those in the surrounding crowd. It didn’t bode well - if the Assembly had motivated the entire population, there should have been more enthusiasm for her tale, but instead people seemed uncertain. With a frown, she headed to her own den and to sleep. The next morning was painfully warm again, and she sipped from her water flask and considered the rest of the day’s tasks. It would take some effort to get the hunting parties ready, and after weighing up the options, she headed down to find the large man who’d towered over everyone else at the assembly.“I hear you’re going out with the exploration group,” she began, once she’d found him. “I think I’ll come along with you. After all, you’re going to need someone who will be able to tell everyone about your heroic exploits right? Hey, why don’t you come down with me and give Mora a hand to move some of her equipment crates around so they can get that hunting party going. You’ve got to be one of the biggest guys here, and I’m sure with you helping out, they’ll be ready to go in no time. Come on, show me those muscles, hey?” OOCAfter the assembly, use performance to secure rations/bullets - 1 success. Four bullets acquired. Next day, use Inspire on Kennedy for his work roll towards the Ark projects. Rolled one success = +2 to his roll. Kennedy (#msg14188985)Kennedy didn't say anything during the discussion. He couldn't think of anything to add, and he didn't think they cared abouthisopinion on the topic. He wondered if the Chronicler was speaking of Snoot when she mentioned the 'others' who had been out in the Zone, but he wasn't sure if Snoot would want to bring that up, so he didn't. Kennedy wasn't even sure if he was really what they were looking for when Kristin asked for volunteers, but he raised his hand anyway." I haven't been out there before, but I'll go, an' I can show some basic weapon stuff to hunters." Even if his knowledge wasn't useful, he was at least a strong back. And if somebody had to go out there and possibly not come back, it might as well be him instead of somebody else. When the Assembly ended, he went looking for Rusty. He was going out into the Zone tomorrow, spending the rest of the day with a chatty Stalker seemed like a good way to learn something helpful. He knew she was around, he'd seen her the evening before, trading something for a pile of cans. She wasn't at her den, though, and he couldn't find her in either of the other spots he knew she haunted. He even asked around, but after a while he gave up, and hunted around for something else. In the end, he found a handful of Mora's people shifting a stack of rubble from near a container to a spot that seemed chosen entirely at random, but now stacked neatly. They topped off his water jug, and let him drink from their bucket with them when they finished moving the stack at the end of the day. He sat with them, panting and exhausted, and pried the lid off one of his cans. The Chroniclers said that the grub used to have words on the side that said what was inside; to Kennedy the idea of knowing what was inside one of the gray cylinders seemed like magic. This one was sour brown lumps. Kennedy would swear it was hotter the next day than it had been the day of the Assembly. Despite the threat of the impending heat, he felt full of nervous energy. He piled all his food into a rough sack, tossed his blanket on top, in case it got cold out in the Zone at night, and left his den, hopefully not for the last time. The sun was just beginning to hit the horizon as he left the ship itself, to head toward the exit of the Ark. Instead, he found himself faced down by While, of all the People. He'd seen her at the Assembly, but she hadn't volunteered for the expedition, either." Uh, we-"he stammered. Me? But before he could even decide what to say, if anything at all, she swept them off in the direction of all the other mutants working around the containers, and supplies were being handed to him, pointed out to him, stacked and unstacked by him. When that was finally done, there were people to walk through basic spear work. Kennedy knew how to handle a spear, but he wasn't really clear onteachingthings to others. The second time a spear bounced off his head, he took a break to rest a little. His whole body ached, and his head felt terrible, but he felt like he'd at least helped out a little bit. He took a swig of his dwindling water, now even more precious since the water thing broke, and looked back at the onlookers. He smiled when he saw Rusty out there, leaning over the shoulder of another of one of the Stalkers, and gave her a tired wave. It was too bad all the curious people gathered around weren't willing to go out as well, but maybe seeing them do it would give them some courage. Maybe if they came back with something, it could give them hope." I think it's good that you decided to come after all,"he said to While." When we come back, you can tell them all about it. You're perfect at that stuff, you can make people care about goin' out an' tryin' to make things better."Scrolled for Endure: 5 Base, 4 Skill (2 Endure, +2 Modification from While): Two Biohazard/1s, One Radiation/6. Pushed: Three Biohazard/1s, One Radiation/6. So Kennedy takes 3 damage, gains 3 Mutation Points, and succeeds. Hurst didn't want to be at the Arc's big meeting. He preferred a more low-key atmosphere than the one that the gathering provided but most of the Arc's stalkers had made their presence known so he decided to be there as well. The young stalker was rather shocked at Cullen's vocal opposition to more exploration of The Zone. The Zone was incredibly dangerous, and it would surely kill off many of those unaware of its dangers but Cullen was a pioneer like Hurst. The excitement and the challenge of leading a ragtag group of untrained mutants into the harshness of the outside world should've sparked a sense of wonderment in Cullen and Hurst was surprised that it didn't. Some people would've died whether they left the arc or not, At least dying in The Zone was a tale worth being sung about by the chroniclers. Dying in the pursuit of an ideal was a much greater death then dying of indolence or least it was in the mind of Hurst. When they finally asked for volunteers, Hurst hand shot up immediately. He had zero hesitation about embarking on this journey. It would either be a tremendous success or the end of his life, Either way it would be a rather interesting time. The next morning, Hurst woke up early and began to instruct some of the newer members of the hunting parties on the operation of a rifle. Most of them were not stalkers and had very little practice in using a rifle or any gun for that matter. He instructed them on how to chamber a round, how to extract a spent casing using the bolt and how to aim. The very basics of using a hunting rifle. When Hurst was done with his training seminar, he made his way over to While and Kennedy. Hurst hadn't found a party yet and Kennedy seemed like the sort of person that could be of use in the zone." I heard you guys talking about exploring the Zone and I couldn't help but notice you don't have a stalker. Would you mind if I join you guys? I don't have a group myself at the moment so I just thought I'd ask." Hurst questioned as he glanced back and forth between the two.Scrolled for Shoot: 5 Base,3 Skill and succeeded. I rolled an eleven (3/3/3/2/Radioactive Symbol) on my agility roll and a nine (3/2/4) on my shoot roll. So some NCPs should be decently trained in how to use a rifle now. Snoot had been very excited to learn of the Assembly, even if it did come with the news that the desalinization plant had broken. That was a pretty big concern, but the hope that something mightchangebecause of it burned brightly within him. During the Assembly he kept his head down however, the instinct too well ingrained now after years of being looked at funny because of his 'tall tales', so he didn't step forward when chronicler spoke up about people who'd been into the zone and returned. He... he didn't think he could handle that much attention, too many eyes all at once, even just the thought of it made him shudder in his bulky old suit. But then the time came for volunteers and well... he waited, watching anxiously around the small crowd, seeing a few hands go up before his shot into the air alongside them, he didn't stand out as much then, right? Yeah... it was safe then... Maybe... maybe if he was able to help them find some big water source, then they may let him take a look at the plant. It was probably a long shot, but they'd never have a chance at repairing the thing if they didn't letsomeonetry and pull it apart, right? Snoot was practically hopping with excitement as he clambered down from his nest of a den the next morning, a spring in his step as he made his way to the gathering of those who would be travelling out into the zone. He had packed almost all of his supplies, the pistol that he'd scavenged together over the last few years, and a few of his precious magazines and manuals which he thought would be useful out in the zone. He looked with a wide smile at the busy People as they hurried around making ready for the day, ignoring the heat that was slowly warming his suit as he made his way through the hubbub. Furthermore, he eventually found himself drawn to those talking about how to deal with the rot, and gleefully butted into the group to offer the bits of wisdom he'd learned from his time in the bunker, pulling out a small booklet which had come with some magical tablets which had burned away rot and anything bad in the water, which also had some general tips about caring for the water before you used the tablets. Most of the text in the booklet Snoot had scribbled over with pictographic notes as he'd painfully tried to decrypt the strange symbols of the ancients. He even offered to lend them the little paper booklet as long as they promised to return it after they'd studied it. Snoot may not have become a chronicler, but he still valued knowledge very highly. Feeling even more buoyed up by how the cooks had listened to what he had to say he eventually spotted While, Kennedy and another of the People, and made his way over to them with a wave. He knew Kennedy had volunteered, and wondered what While might be talking to him about, perhaps offering him some wisdom of her own before he left? Snoot's smile was especially shy behind the window of the suit as he looked at his only female friend." Good morning friends!"his tone full of excitement and enthusiasm. While favored Kennedy with a warm smile, nodding in agreement with his words." I can't say I'm looking forward to it," she said with a jerk of her head in the direction of the outside world which imposed on their view from the remnants of hulking buildings and distant foliage. "But I've learned that whoever tells the story first is usually the one that people listen to. If you do something, and you just let it go, someone else will be spreading lies about it before sundown. Bout what you did, what you didn't do, why you did it..." She shook her head slowly as they stood and waited to see if the other volunteers would join them. There was a tight set to her lips suggesting more than a passing familiarity with lies, but she didn't stare at anyone specifically." This way I'll make sure the right story gets told." At that moment, Hurst arrived, and she could see the suited figure of Snoot making his way towards them through the scattered and lethargic spectators. Whatever skepticism she might have about stalkers in general was well hidden when she smiled at Hurst." Sounds like we could use your expertise out there. I spy Snoot too, so if we can secure him I think our team will be complete." Her dark eyes flicked over the crowd even as she raised a hand in response to Snoot's wave, beckoning him over. She could not see Che's anywhere, which was disappointing. Even with her owner's reclusive stance, she'd hoped that her childhood friend might be sent on one of the expeditions, and she missed her company. A sortie into the wilderness might be just the thing to reconnect their friendship and give her clues as to what was going on with the naive little Batgirl." It's morning alright, Snoot, but I'm not sure if it's good," she grinned at him, before introducing the others. Che's stayed in the background of the gathering this was a big occasion, but her Master had asked her not to get caught up in what was going on. She was there to report back to Mistress the results of the meeting, although Mistress had already predicted how it would go, as usual nothing would get anywhere and the Ark would again be filled with hot air, it was the same story each time these groups met. But this time was already different, there was a much larger turnout than usual. Finally people began to talk, and the dire news was revealed the desalination plant had failed and without fresh water they didn't have long. But that wasn't the real shock that came next when it was announced people would be going out into the zone. They asked for volunteers and Che's had a feeling that she would be part of that group. For now though the gathering was over, and it was time to return to her Mistress.Afterward Che's returned to her Mistress where the two of them spoke at lengths regarding the assembly and how Che's would accompany the team heading out. Che's would accompany them and bring back any worthy spoils for her Mistress, but more than that she would represent her Mistresses interests within this new faction being created. The next day Che's readied herself looking over maps they had and collecting supplies for the trip. She filled her pack and grabbed everything else she found useful before heading out to meet the rest of the group. She approached from the shadows taking scope of the group before she approached, everyone was there, everyone who signed up showed. Furthermore, she recognized While in the edge of the group, looking around, probably for her, but she wouldn't find her, at least not until Che's wanted her to. Furthermore, she watched them for a few minutes, they chatted among themselves, although she was too far to her what they were saying. Then she decided to join them "Yo While!" she called as she approached calling out to her friend with a grin on her face "What's the matter, didn't think I'd be part of this?" she approached and placed a furred arm around the neck of her friend affectionately "Hope I'm not too late to the party!" Kennedy (#msg14188985)Kennedy nodded along at While's words. Week had been the one who'd known about talking to people, and Kennedy was now very aware that he actually hadn't been that great at it either. It really was a good thing she was coming, if it was up to somebody else, the story could get all twisted. He felt his heart pick up with excitement as Hurst joined them, and Snoot arrived just behind him. This was almost everybody who'd volunteered, they'd probably be leaving soon." Of course not! You'll be a huge help,"he said to Hurst. He was a glad Snoot was there too. The suit was kind of weird, but Kennedy liked him anyway, and he'd been out in the Zone before as well." She's going to come with us,"he said, giving While a nod. When Che's turned up, he finally smiled a little bit. He didn't know what they would find out there, but right now, standing in the blistering heat of the sun, with no fixes for their problems at home, he didn't care. It was better than waiting around in the heat to die. Now, with the little group almost assembled, they'd soon be finding out." Don't worry Che's, we saved you a spot." "I think we need to choose a direction," While said as she watched the hunting parties gather together into an approximation of orderly cohesion. "We don't want to go the same way as the hunters go, because we need to increase our chances of finding additional resources and frankly..." she frowned, still distracted as she watched one of the People bend down to pick up a dropped bullet before it rolled away beneath a piece of iron sheeting. "I'm not certain we wouldn't end up being shot accidentally in the process." She turned her attention back to the gathering with a quick flash of a smile which was supposed to reassure them that her attention was now entirely focused on the problem at hand. Hands used to sweeping gestures, the expressions and mimicry of body language, the emphasis of words and exclamations, were now directed to fan out in a slice which encompassed a narrow swathe of the wilderness that surrounded the Ark." I think we should look for greenery. We need supplies, and we need water and if there are things growing, then there should be some kind of water source nearby. Hopefully whatever we find is big enough, and containable enough, that we can bring some back here. All of us have people that we'd rather not see die of thirst before others, right? People we need to look after?" She avoided looking at Che's when she said it, still faintly annoyed that her friend had resolved her own issues by becoming wholly dependent on someone else. She wasn't so attached to freedom that she was prepared to die for it, but slavery seemed like a very drastic choice while there were still other options." So at worst, let's bring something back for us and for them. Hurst and Snoot, you guys have been out into the Zone before. What do we need other than weapons?" Make them own it, she thought, make them understand that our success is their success. Get them to realize that we cannot help them if they don't tell us what we don't know. "What? Why wouldn't it be good? We get to go out and explore the Zone!" He replies enthusiastically to his friend, a cheerful smile on his face." I mean, sure the desalination plant breaking is awful, but... you guys have no idea what's out there. I stumbled onto one cache of treasures, there's got to be plenty others out there, and with enough of us travelling together we can keep each other safe and watch each other's backs. Right Kennedy?" Snoot looked around at the others gathered then, his smile drooping a little as he recognised Hurst, the suited guy shifting a little closer to his friend as Che's started to head their way as well. Even the presence of two people he was somewhat wary of couldn't dampen his spirit today though. Did he wish Rusty was coming along to guide them instead of Hurst? Sure! Didn't mean Hurst couldn't do the job. And Che's well... she might spook him a little, but hopefully she'd do the same to the things that were out there, and she was nice and cheerful. He jumped, startled from his thoughts as While addressed him, giving her a bashful smile in return."Oh, well... When I headed out last time I mostly went uhh, that way."he says, looking around for a few moments to get his bearings before pointing WSW." Of course, I didn't really have a plan back then, didn't realize I could have just followed the water back."he chuckles." Right, what do we need uh..."his hands drift to his hefty belt from which hung a variety of tools, some warn/faded folded papers, as well as his pistol and a few other containers." Whatever Grub and Water you have I suppose. We're going to be gone at least a few days, right?" The sun climbed higher in the sky, a giant eye of angry orange staring hotly down at the People as they worked. What it saw was progress, however - the hunting parties, under the tutelage of those interested and informed parties, gained steadily in confidence as the morning wound on. Others of the People filtered in, observation and criticism transitioning into support and advice and, before long, fishermen had fashioned makeshift nets and taken to stalking the concrete shoreline with long spears in an effort to bag a few specimens. It worked, and it wasn't but an hour or so before debate raged hotly over how to render the shiny-scaled fish safe to eat. It was a clear signal - the hunters were ready to move out, and that meant the volunteer party needed to lead the way. Rusty met them all by the container-marked border, leaning against the rusted pale red that signified the edge of the People's world. Or, rather, mostof the People. Not for mutants like her. Mutants like some of those about to venture out into the Zone this fateful morning. She looked from one pair of eyes to the next, seeing confidence, excitement, nerves, fear, and hope all intermingled in a soup of desperate emotion." So." It was a pregnant pause, and even though it was all she could muster to mark the moment, the import of it was recognised. Finally, she pulled herself to her feet, adjusting the string of her bow." Big day, right? They look good. It'll be fine. Still, I'm going to be heading out with one of the hunting parties. Saw a few slip-ups back there, and I'd just hate to lose a good rifle. Well, you know, and the mutant holding it, of course. Just-..." Rusty had never looked worried going out into the Zone before. She had always had almost unconscionable exuberance. It seemed the gravity of the moment wasn't lost even on her." Hey, don't get killed, right? If we lose half our forward thinkers in one go, we're all going to die in here." Even with the uncharacteristic sobriety dampening the spirit in Rusty's eyes, the words were said with a touch of irreverence, a smile that had no place on her face splitting across her lips nonetheless, and then she was gone, intermingling with the hunting party she'd claimed to have her eye on and leaving the volunteers alone at the edge of the Ark. There was only one way to go. Across the Rot-water to the right, as slim as it may have appeared, was not an easy trip, and the thing across the way was imposing, the subject of dark rumors and host to odd sounds. That left inward, along the broken stone ground out into the mainland of the Zone. Further out that way lay squat dens of the Ancients, whole lengths in all dimensions still. Dark paths littered with rent steel things that the Elder had claimed once ferried humans about. Fog and danger and so much possibility. The Zone. They set off. The little party moved cautiously. Even before they hit the expanse of land and buildings that made up the Zone proper, there were obstacles to be overcome. More of the environment that made up the Ark, mostly unexplored and untamed, made up the space between the great ship of their home and the mainland that was their primary target. Foreign containers were stacked in rows and in places spilled over into piles, the otherwise familiar sight of them ominous when outside the boundaries of the Ark. Rusted-out sentinels in tall cranes and ancient machinery stood out near the edges where concrete gave way in short cliffs to churning water. Zone Dogs, most familiar with the People and reliant on their scraps and trash for sustenance, skirted in shadows and lounged, heat-heaving with panting breath, to watch the mutants with curious eyes. Hurst warned them that there were paths here that the Stalkers had not dedicated time to exploring. That proximity to the Ark did not mean safety. The dogs, he informed, would likely stay docile, but even so he recommended weariness of them. Dogs further out were not so friendly, and there was no guarantee that these would behave. Still, it was the other, hidden things he kept an eye out for, moving slowly through the creaking ruins of what the Elder had called a "port".Othello all, and apologies for my absence! Here we are, moving out into the Zone. Great stuff. I've got you walking through sector O-24, one West of the Ark. The terrain is primarily more of the port. As far as you know, the dogs are ambiance - given that I forgot to ask in advance for a Find the Path roll, you know nothing about this particular sector. It's still morning. Based on their experience with summer, your characters can estimate that there is still plenty of daylight left; the sun hasn't even reached the high point in the sky. The temperature is hot, but not dangerously so. I'd like a Ftp roll for Hurst from Love and Submission. I've noticed that he'd not been on in three days... Now, I can hardly give anyone shit for the possibility that they'll take a long time to get to the game, but we can't get too much further without him. If you want to narrate the start of your journey and maybe poke about in some containers to see if your characters find anything cool, that can take up some time. Roll privately on the scrap table (hoping beyond hope that it's an item that you could reasonably find in a port) and describe it to us without, you know, stating what it is. Fun exercise in creative writing.(I'll use that table myself, sometimes, depending on the flow of exploration, just to state that people find odd shit and heckle them about what it is. I get joy out of being obtuse in my descriptions of mundane objects. Plus, "sex toy" is a fucking item on the vanilla chart, and that isn't accounting for this being E and the possible things I can throw at you as a result.) If we get too antsy, I DID roll a Ftp check using Hosts's stats, without pushing, and we can decide as a group what to do with the results, but I want to give him a chance, obviously, to play his own character. Just letting you know there's an emergency measure in place! Kennedy (#msg14188985)"We'll try not to,"he replied to Rusty. He followed after Hurst carefully, paying close attention to his instructions. Being outside the walls was bothering him at first, but the surroundings were rather familiar. It was a bit odd to find the containers strewn about, rather than moved into walls, and built in and around by the People. The sheer number of them was a bit eerie too, there seemed to be a lot of them in the Ark, but there were many, many more out here. He remembered that the Elder had said they once were used to move grub and things, who knew what might be in all of these? After a while, with nothing more threatening than the dogs appearing, and he was having a hard time paying attention. He kept staring at containers, or the wrecked things that Ancients rode, and finally he found himself next to one of the ruined hulks. This one had a door of some sort on one end, and it stuck up a little bit. His axe fit into the edge, and it hardly took any work to pry the thing open. There was a small box inside, half-melted and covered in green stuff. Inside of that was a blue thing, like a round cup the length of his forearm, that narrowed in the middle for a bit. There was a stick or something in it, and he tipped it upside down as he picked it up, dumping the stick out." Hey look. A cup or somethin'?" Once he wiped the dust off, it sort of felt like stone, and made a quiet 'link' when he flicked it with a fingertip." Probably not much use, but it's kind of pretty, isn't it?" He looked down at it again, suddenly very conscious of the noise he'd just been making, and the delay." Sorry, I... never mind." He ducked his head, and wiped it against his shirt some more, trying to clean the old dust and grime off it. SpoilerI rolled 636 (well, radiation, 3, radiation) ;)). That's a vase. While's focus was on text, and as they moved through the wreckage of a civilization that none of them could relate to, she focussed on that almost entirely. It made her slow, lagging behind the others as she stopped to stare at almost everything, lips moving and eyes fixed intently on painted letters which stood meters high, or were positioned above their heads as though the ancients would fly through the air in order to peruse these literary marvels. After having read every single thing in the Ark which wasn't private property, several hundred times over, the newness of so much writing was almost overwhelming, and she was giddy at the possibilities surrounding them. In her satchel, her carefully written out lexicon seemed too small and fragile to contain all the wonders of the world outside, and she stumbled along almost dumbstruck. In Kennedy's wake, she floated through the scattered containers, and it was only when the port's other denizens moved in her peripheral vision that she paid much attention to the dogs who seemed so much more at home than they did. As to the inheritance of the past, perhaps they had more right to it than they did. Either way they made her nervous, unattached to any handler and thus an unknown danger disguised as something familiar. His words broke her attention away from a lingering perusal of writing on one of the containers, the words repeated on ones within the Ark and thus familiar but still not associated with any concepts she could comprehend.MSW. TARE. CU CAP. More meaningful words likecautionandhighreminded her that it was not an entirely lost cause, and there was a smile flickering along her lips when she looked up, always up, at Kennedy." What?" she looked at the thing he held sheepishly in his hand. "Oh, yes... very pretty. I'm not sure that ... can we use it for something?" Immediately she flushed, aware that she'd spent almost the entire time they'd been out of the Ark reading things instead of attempting to find food, water, or indeed anything interesting at all. It was hardly fair to criticize Kennedy for finding something beautiful, even if it wasn't practical. "Sorry... yes. I mean things have a value other than ... well." Watching him working at the object, as though cleaning it might yield some undiscovered purpose or value, she was again grateful for the small group and that none of the people she'd had prior difficulties with were present. Knowing them all vaguely, from the periphery of the Vault, she didn't feel worried that there would be that sudden turn of cooperation into violence if one of them found something useful. The last thing they needed was for scavenging groups to end up fighting among themselves. Che's was being a little adventurous checking through shipping containers and piles of junk as they moved along examining some things closer before dismissing them and throwing them back into a pile she had already searched. She hadn't expected to find anything useful, these piles had likely been searched hundreds of times by different people over the years, but it didn't hurt to take a look anyway there's always a chance of finding something that could help them. After a few such containers Che's ran off ahead a bit rummaging through a rather derelict looking container rummaging through it until she found something that caught her interest, a small wooden sword, a child's toy useless for a weapon, but it would allow her to have a little fun. Ches waited in the shadows of the container for her other party members to get close waiting until they were almost close enough to see her she leapt out brandishing the toy sword in front of her "Stand and Deliver!" she shouted at While as she pointed the sword at her friend a huge grin on her face as she gauged their reactions. The moment passed and Che's laughed as she threw the sword over her shoulder "Sorry everything has been so serious since we left I thought a little laughter would make things a little easier" she added falling back into pace with them once they started walking againRolls616 Toy Sword His attention focused more on the outside world than the mutants at his side, Hurst motioned them little group of the People ever onward. He used keen senses perhaps unfamiliar to the others, eyes and ears as well as his nose to maneuver them carefully further and further from the safety of the Ark. They hugged the edge of the concrete where-ever possible, keeping the water to their right and limiting the directions from which threats could arrive. Even so, Hurst set a cautious pace, stopping whenever something rustled or made a sound, taking them a different direction when anything too pungent wafted in on the almost-still air, and peering carefully around the corner of every container. It was, of course, hot, but none of the People let that stop them. The atmosphere was stiffing, oppressive, and they could not blame the stacks of containers for forming a barrier to the breeze, because those mutants desperately searching for it found that there was no breeze to be blocked, makeshift metal walls or no. Travel sometimes felt more like swimming, the air was thick enough. Che's's fur became damp and heavy with sweat, and Snoot's suit, though he was used to it by now, was rendered even hotter by the warmth of his body. Still, Hurst urged them on, quietly and carefully. Finally, he cautioned them to stop with a certain sincerity and immediacy that they knew this time was different, creeping back from the edge of this stack of containers to bid them all to crouch and be still for a few moments longer. When Hurst finally beckoned them forward, it was to point a handful of lengths away at a particularly odd sight. Distant but visible, the familiar trappings of home began to be sparse, and the Zone seemed to transition into something else entirely. If "port" were a thing, a discrete object, and not the name of the world around them - which, of course, it was, because the People were always attentive to the Elder's stories - then this was its end, the swinging door its metaphorical container, and the world beyond was "not port". "City" perhaps. Or "country". Or one of those other words the Elder had used. But that wasn't what Hurst had been pointing out. A few lengths away, still where the world was "port" but perhaps a different part of it, the concrete edge that formed a barrier and short cliff between solid and Rot water had crumbled away, creating a sort of ruined slope down to the water. And there, nestled within long green blades of grass that swayed rhythmically, was a vehicle of the Ancients. Its metal plates were thicker than they had seen on similar vehicles, it's frame taller. It had once perhaps been a mute and deep green, but much of that had eroded with time and rust. A large door, or perhaps a ramp, had fallen open in the back, flattening some of the grass which appeared to have grown and curled around it. Inside, the possibility of treasure awaited them: a few bones were visible amid tattered scraps of clothing within the vehicle, arranged on seats or over broken equipment. There was a chance that one of those bodies carried an item of the Ancients with them. Hurst insisted on caution. There was nothing creeping around in the shadows; this, he had already determined from his long examination of the scene. No aggressive dog or beast of the Zone seemed to lie in wait for them. Still, something feltwrongto the Stalker, and he communicated this with urgency to the others.Forgiven the length of time that's passed, I rolled for Hurst's Find the Path. Success means he's got a bead on the threat, if there is one, and stopped you all from blundering into danger senselessly. He also got one stunt without pushing. As he's not my character, I elected not to push, and so Hurst has found the Artifact, if there is one. There is. Your character's suspicions are right. It's in the old vehicle. I will stand by with maniacal laughter. Or advice, if caution leads to choice paralysis. Snoot strolled and clambered cheerfully along despite the oppressive weather. He stopped occasionally, cracking the duct-tape seals on the suit when the warmth inside got too oppressive, but he was too excited to allow that to get him down for too long. They were finally venturing forth once more and the anticipation and excitement was like a coiled spring inside him, waiting to burst out of him. As such he found it somewhat frustration as the others dallied and poked into every container they came across. This was too close, too normal, it was hardly like they'd left the arc at all, and the stalkers that had proceeded them in previous years had almost certainly picked it clean as seemed to be the case as the others found nothing but useless junk. The one time something caught Snoot's eye as he was waiting for the others to move on, was a scrap of fading, tattered cloth. It seemed to once have been a nicely sewn rectangle, but now the thin, red and white stripes, and some kind of blue and white pattern in one corner was much reduced by its time in the sun. It seemed familiar almost, as if he'd seen it before, but he couldn't place it, but well... it never paid to waste good material, so for now it earned a place tied around his arm so that it wouldn't blow away on him. The monotony finally broke as Hurst waved them all down and pointed ahead to where the port sloped down into the water. For a few moments Snoot didn't see what had made the Stalker so cautious, and then he gasped as the metallic hunk resolved itself into the body of one of the ancient steeds that had once been tamed in the days of the Elder." Oh, oh! Incredible! Let's go check it out right?"he cried enthusiastically, lowering his voice reluctantly as Hurst glared at him." What? There's nothing around right? Come on Kennedy, let's go check it out!" Snoot looked to his friend for support, the prospect of what might be inside was the lesser draw for the airhead. He'd pulled apart and tried to put together the mechanical heart of his own home many times. He'd never gotten it to work, it seemed like bits were missing from it, but the idea of it, the potential fascinated him. Here was another metal beast of the ancients, maybe this one he could breathe life into again. "Snoot, wait," While frowned, looking at the abandoned vehicle, now little more than a husk of metal and plastic in a mostly recognizable shape. Something wasn't right about this, she agreed with Hurst, and while she stared at the lowered ramp for a moment, she tried to understand what had given her that impression. Hilae's experience with mechanical items was limited, and she didn't have much interest in the items for the sake of themselves. Small gadgets were her limit, and anything that required too much time pulling apart or investigating to make work were clearly the purview of airheads like Snoot. So she assumed that whatever it was which made her uneasy was related to some mechanical issue which she wasn't going to be able to resolve, and shrugged, taking a step towards the metal bulk situated in the patch of softly moving grass. Then she stopped dead in her tracks and looked up, licking her finger and holding it aloft. A frown became a wide-eyed stare at the hulk of scrap, and she shook her head slowly." Snoot, stop! If there's no breeze, how is that grass moving?" she hissed quietly, staring at the patch of verdant green which was suddenly invested with sinister nuance. Kennedy (#msg14188985)Kennedy wasn't sure what had caught Hurst's attention, but he froze with the rest of them, and carefully set the strange cup down. Not because he didn't want to damage it, no, no, he just didn't want to make any extra noise. Then Snoot yelled, and he jumped at the sudden noise." I don't get it, what's special about this one?" It looked about the same as all the others to him, but if his friend wanted to get a closer look, Kennedy was game. He hefted his axe, and moved toward the front of the group. If nothing else, it would put him in between the others and any potential danger coming from the ruined thing." Is there an animal in the grass? A dog or something? Should I throw a rock, scare it out?" He wasn't really sure what kind of animals might be out here, and he couldn't remember ever seeing anything larger than a dog himself, but the Elder had told them of other animals, and there were always wild rumors about the crazy things living in the Zone. Hamm sheet Name: Hamm Errol: Fixer Appearance: Pale, scrawny, messy brown hair Body: always smiling, very little muscle, but still has meat on his bones Clothing: Dirty old tank top with a jacket, usually closed up, with dress pants surprisingly well-kept and hiking boots. Fetishes: hot women in general who don't want commitment, women who can pull their own weight. Off’s:clingy women who won't work for their grub, slavers in general, mind fuckers. Background: a young mutant who grew up always able to weasel his way out of trouble, either by pointing out someone easier to beat up, paying them off, or having his best friend Kimmy kick their asses, Hamm always loved making deals, though he craves the chance to be something more than just another goods hawker...he wants to run his own slice of heaven... Attributes:Strength:2Agility:4 Wits:2(3)Empathy:2(5)Skills:(S)Endure:(S)Force:(S)Fight:(A)Sneak:1(A)Move:1(A)Shoot:2(W)Scout:(W)Comprehend:(W)Know the Zone:(E)Sense Emotion:1(E)Manipulate:2(E)Heal:1(E)Make a deal:2 Talents:Wheeler dealer:When you use the Make a Deal skill to make small business on the side (page 57), you earn twice as much of the commodity you choose. Mutations:Human magnet Push away or attract metal objects within Short range, weighing no more than yourself. Costs 1 MP. Throw metal objects at a target at up to Short range. The damage is equal to the number of MP you spend. Shield yourself against bullets and other metal weapons. Every MP spent reduces the damage from such an attack by one. (R)Mutation Points:4Gear:1- scrap derringer2-4 grub3-4 water4-4 waterBullets-10Armor:Weapons:scrap derringer+1 gear die, 1 damage, near, jury-rigged, light weapon Relationships:Hurst: he likes to run around outside the ark, which means he is a source of new things I can possibly sell. Ches: she is an adorable little goofball, though her mistress has a stick up her ass, and is far too nosy for my taste. Kennedy: a big guy who lost a friend to one of the more violent bosses...could be great back up. And Kimmy likes him tooHilae(buddy):she can sure get a crowd under her finger, and she is a valuable customer, so she is good in my book. Devin: a boss who likes to intimidate and tore the ark up a bit in his younger days cause his dog died...is he even a? Snoot: a great airhead, and isn't a complete snob...though he does stay in that run down rot suit far too often...what is he hiding?(Golden name for buddy)I hate:chronicler smooth, he keeps bad-mouthing me must protect:Kimmy, an enforcer who always has my back My big dream:to become a boss of my own and have a say in the ark finally Rot Points:(Golden current number)1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10. Exp:(Golden current number)1,2,3,4,5. People I’ve met: (List Name-Role-Notes)My den:A trailer set up near the center of the ark Description:A ratty old mobile home, a sunshade full of holes on old beat up rods covers the window on the side of the home next to the door, which houses a ratty mattress with old newspaper used as hole plugs. A plastic table is set up out front, postmarked with bullet holes and stains from booze and fire, used to display wares of the day. Gear stashed:5 grub,11 water, 7 bullets Tiny items:Crumpled and burnt deck of playing cards, somewhat useable. Notes: Hamm had been quiet during the start of their search, nervous about the outside world...he didn't feel like he was prepared for this, and soon this argument over this strange area of grass made his brain hurt...he felt like he should know what this was...he had heard of something like this before but...it was escaping him currently.charm tried to know the zone, he got a success and a fail but because he has no training he took a negative dice, and it ended up cancelling out his success...not fun. Hurst shook his head, gruff and exasperated. So that'what had set off the tingling sense of apprehension. Of all the things that could be in the way, it had to be this. It always cropped up odd places. Perhaps it grew, originally, from the Rot. He had no way to know, but he'd seen it before: living grass. Motive, hungry grass. He still wasn't sure exactly how it worked, but he knew it was dangerous." Don't walk into that,"he cautioned, suddenly, holding out a hand as if to bar access to the grass." We'll need... fire. Or something similar. We can burn a path to that vehicle, if we really want to see what's in it, but..." Hurst looked serious, frowning into this thing trying to pass for foliage. It was, he supposed, but not the harmless kind. More threat, less environmental." See it wiggling? While is right. It isn't grass. Not like we know it. Who knows what'll happen if it decides to wrap around us?" As if agreeing with Hurst's assessment - or, more realistically, reacting to his voice - the green tendrils began to sway and twist faster, the pretense of motive breeze easier to see through now that it seemed to...want." Please tell me someone can light it on fire."Elmhurst pushed his roll to Know the Zone, getting two successes and dropping to 2 effective Wits. The grass is dangerous, but can't leave where it is. The only way to kill it is to burn it - it has a decent few Strength, but that's to burn up the whole patch. Making a path should be easier. Snoot looked back at While with a frown, it wasn't like there was no breeze whatsoever it was just somewhat intermittent... Still he trusted While and as he stared at the supposed grass it did seem to be moving too much, and then it got... agitated." Uhh, huh. Well I can light it, but unless it's flammable it's not going to burn much unless we can throw some fuel in there as well." Snoot pipes up, looking around the area to see if there was some dry plant-life they could gather to toss in there to help his fire spread.offshoot has Cytokinesis, but only 1 MP at the moment, so would only be able to do 1 point of damage to it. Snoot eyed the environment, noting that much of the plant life along the ground and growing neat the Rot water was luscious and green. It would not make for good kindling, in any case, and the sight might be disappointing or even obnoxious if not for the wealth of other options at his disposal for keeping a fire alight. While the weather was hell for the Ark's drought, it ensured that every scrap of paper or fabric - all the detritus left by the Ancients - had some chance of catching fire. Furthermore, some of the higher containers - those on the second and third levels - had affixed to their sides some kind of dry, brown vine. It wasn't eye catching in the slightest, neither beautiful nor ugly enough to draw attention, and merely a fact of life among the ruins. What it would do was burn, should the party find a way to nurture the fire appropriately... "I can manage the fire, I think," While said, her eyes scanning their surroundings much as Snoots had. Her dark eyes darted across the fronts of the buildings, into darkened spaces where other threats might lurk along with the promise of kindling, and finally upwards to where Snoot had identified dry vines peeled across the expanses of metal and concrete. "Let's see what we can pull together in terms of dry flammable stuff, and then maybe we can ..." She turned to look at Hurst, waving a hand in the direction of the deceptively green and verdant carpet which lay between them and their goal. The way it was wriggling made her feel slightly nauseous, as though it was somehow already trying to push those blades against her skin in an effort to find openings through which they could ingress and begin dividing her body from the inside out." Hey, is it ... solid? Like if we burn a path through it will that be enough, or are we going to have to set the whole thing on fire?" A worried look crossed her face, and she pushed a stray strand of hair back from her face, her fingers unconsciously twisting around it to drag it back to her lips and chew on the end as though she hadn't been trying a moment ago to push it away." In which case, how do we stop the truck from burning, or whatever's in the truck from being damaged by the flames?" Hamm sheet Name: Hamm Errol: Fixer Appearance: Pale, scrawny, messy brown hair Body: always smiling, very little muscle, but still has meat on his bones Clothing: Dirty old tank top with a jacket, usually closed up, with dress pants surprisingly well-kept and hiking boots. Fetishes: hot women in general who don't want commitment, women who can pull their own weight. Off’s:clingy women who won't work for their grub, slavers in general, mind fuckers. Background: a young mutant who grew up always able to weasel his way out of trouble, either by pointing out someone easier to beat up, paying them off, or having his best friend Kimmy kick their asses, Hamm always loved making deals, though he craves the chance to be something more than just another goods hawker...he wants to run his own slice of heaven... Attributes:Strength:2Agility:4 Wits:2(3)Empathy:2(5)Skills:(S)Endure:(S)Force:(S)Fight:(A)Sneak:1(A)Move:1(A)Shoot:2(W)Scout:(W)Comprehend:(W)Know the Zone:(E)Sense Emotion:1(E)Manipulate:2(E)Heal:1(E)Make a deal:2 Talents:Wheeler dealer:When you use the Make a Deal skill to make small business on the side (page 57), you earn twice as much of the commodity you choose. Mutations:Human magnet Push away or attract metal objects within Short range, weighing no more than yourself. Costs 1 MP. Throw metal objects at a target at up to Short range. The damage is equal to the number of MP you spend. Shield yourself against bullets and other metal weapons. Every MP spent reduces the damage from such an attack by one. (R)Mutation Points:4Gear:1- scrap derringer2-4 grub3-4 water4-4 waterBullets-10Armor:Weapons:scrap derringer+1 gear die, 1 damage, near, jury-rigged, light weapon Relationships:Hurst: he likes to run around outside the ark, which means he is a source of new things I can possibly sell. Ches: she is an adorable little goofball, though her mistress has a stick up her ass, and is far too nosy for my taste. Kennedy: a big guy who lost a friend to one of the more violent bosses...could be great back up. And Kimmy likes him tooHilae(buddy):she can sure get a crowd under her finger, and she is a valuable customer, so she is good in my book. Devin: a boss who likes to intimidate and tore the ark up a bit in his younger days cause his dog died...is he even a? Snoot: a great airhead, and isn't a complete snob...though he does stay in that run down rot suit far too often...what is he hiding?(Golden name for buddy)I hate:chronicler smooth, he keeps bad-mouthing me must protect:Kimmy, an enforcer who always has my back My big dream:to become a boss of my own and have a say in the ark finally Rot Points:(Golden current number)1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10. Exp:(Golden current number)1,2,3,4,5. People I’ve met: (List Name-Role-Notes)My den:A trailer set up near the center of the ark Description:A ratty old mobile home, a sunshade full of holes on old beat up rods covers the window on the side of the home next to the door, which houses a ratty mattress with old newspaper used as hole plugs. A plastic table is set up out front, postmarked with bullet holes and stains from booze and fire, used to display wares of the day. Gear stashed:5 grub,11 water, 7 bullets Tiny items:Crumpled and burnt deck of playing cards, somewhat useable. Notes: Hamm thought for a moment."well if there is anything metal inside the truck I can levitate it out of the fire..." he soon looks around a bit."if we can find a metal bucket, I can douse the fire that gets to the truck...." When they discussed burning the grass Che's went off wandering around close to them collecting some vines and dried out wood and cloth that had been lying around and bringing it over to the others. "So long as we can get alight this should burn fairly well, it's all quite dry and the kindling shouldn't take much to get going" she announced rejoining the conversation "Are we just going to throw it on and While will do the rest or does someone want to get close and drop it off?" "Well... throw it definitely, we don't want to get too close to it and risk getting... pulled in or something." Snoot greed, helping Che's gather the identified fuel, though far less than the energetic Batgirl. "Umm, I mean, the vehicle won't burn before the grass does, but I guess it could ruin whatever's inside. I could make a bucket if we think it's that important, shouldn't be too hard to scavenge some scrap metal?" While paused to stare at Hamm, her hand pulling a circular metal strip on a stick out of her pocket. Head tilted, she looked at the van and then back at the scrawny young man." If you can pull something out of the van while it's on fire, is there any reason you can't pull it out of there now? Would save all of this burning and the risk of not getting whateverthatis on the first go..." Her eyes darted around, checking their surroundings for other patches of greenery that might be more sinister than first appearances suggested. Without really meaning to, she took a step closer to Kennedy, the man's big bulk somewhat reassuring though she had no idea whether he was capable of protecting them if things went to hell. She was parched, her mouth dry, and that might have been only partly due to the crawling sense of fear at the back of her skull. "Well i don't even know if anything is in the van or not...not like I am perfect at feeling around with my mind..." Hamm would say a bit defensively."besides...burning this would save any hunter who came through here and didn't notice what we did..." "True but we could also use it defensively if we ever have to retreat back here in a hurry, but then I guess if we are retreating in a hurry we probably don't want to lead whatever is chasing us but here either." Che's replied "But if we burn it we would have to make sure we get all of it, more might just grow back if we don't"

[BotOW] Year Zero - Main Volumes|rating:4.0

The needing Lord (goldenchild and Aphrodite)

The small village lay about a few days journey from the castle in which the ruler of the area lived. It was a fierce ruler but most of the time he was just to the people he ruled over… at least most of the time. This morning started as so many other mornings and the villagers began to work on their small farms and to take care of their animals. But this wasn’t an ordinary morning on the door on each house was a decree fastened that said that the whole village was to be emptied before the end of the month, no reason was given just the order itself, and it was signed with Lord Dear II. "What are you doing?!" the girl shrieked, trying to wrench her mother's arm from the guard's grasp. "Where are you taking them?!" She was roughly shoved off and thrown to the floor, crying out as she landed hard on her ass. The guard gave her a piercing look, barking a command at her to stay out of political business. She looked back up at him in confusion. What in the world was he talking about? In despair, she watched her mother and father being carted away from the village, away from their homes and comfort, and most importantly, away from her. Giving a frustrated cry, she stormed back into the house, threw herself on the bed, and began to cry. Her light brown hair fell over her like a curtain, fanning out against the pillow. Her dark eyes were clenched shut, tears leaking out of the edges. She had no idea what was going on or why this was happening. All she understood was that her parents were suddenly being stripped away from her, just like many of the others in the village had been. The guards soon left, and a silence fell over the village a terrifying silence and when she hadn't more tears to cry she went out again from the house. The village was completely abandoned, and it had gone so fast that looking at it now you could believe that the inhabitant just had vanished. Walking around a bit her eyes fell on one of the notes that was fastened on the door, this was all their lords’ fault she raged. Why had she been left behind when they had taken everyone else she wondered for herself? She sighed heavily, wrapping her arms around herself and hugging herself close. She had no idea what to do anymore. Everyone was gone, and only she had been left. She had so many questions, and no idea where to find the answer. Frustrated and scared stiff, she made her way to the lord's castle. She huddled underneath the lower rafters, and curled up into a fetal position, making herself as small as possible. She would wait for her lord her. Furthermore, she had a few questions to ask him. Slowly the time went by, either the guards didn't notice her where she lay or they didn't think she was any threat to the castle. Then she saw him, or what had to be him, the Lord of the land, Lord Dear II. He was a large man with a short blond hair and a golden crown on top of his head. She wouldn't say he was handsome or anything, but he radiated power and almost made her legs quiver just to look at him. He rode on a large black stallion on his way back from the east. With him was ten soldiers, they also on horseback and armed with large halberds. She gasped as her lord came into view, the majestic sweep of his cape and stately attire rendering her speechless. She sat there on the sidelines, almost afraid to approach him. However, she knew what she needed to do, and gathering her courage, she stepped in front of his little parade. Once she came in view and obviously put herself right in their path the lord held the stallion in and glared down at her." How dare you come in front of me like that?" He spat. She stood her ground, staring up at him with awe and defiance written across her ragged features." I demand to know what has happened to the other villagers!" she exclaimed. "Why am I the only one left?" "You dare to come before me asking questions that is not you business? Guards seize her!" As soon as the order has been made the soldiers that followed the lord rides up on her flanks and jumps of their horses, in the background the lord just smiles and looks very amused by the whole thing. She cried out, struggling as she was surrounded and grabbed. "Let go of me, you selfish bastards!" she screamed. She flailed her arms and legs, kicking and screaming at anyone that came within arms reach of her. She turned to the lord, glaring hard. "Answer me!" The lord just laughs. "Take her away, put her in the chamber for now and giver her some more appropriate clothing." The guards obeyed and dragged the fighting girl away from the spot. As she fought the whole time they were forced to part carry, part drag her whole tome. For some reason none used any force against her whatsoever more than making sure she wouldn't be able to escape. As they entered the castle they walked up a few stairs and came up to a solid oak door which the leading guard opened, and the others dragged her inside. The room on the other side of the door was a very nice looking round chamber with a large king-size bed a wardrobe on the other side of the room. As soon as she was inside they pushed her down on the bed and began to cut her clothes of her body. She cried out in protest as she was dragged away. As she came to the lovely bed chamber, her cries died away, and she stared around the room in slight awe. What was she doing in the face of such luxury? Her thoughts were ripped away from her, however, as she felt the clothes being ripped from her body. "STOP!" she yelled, trying to cover herself to keep her modesty. "What do you think you're doing?!" Piece after piece of clothing is cut away from her and soon she in totally naked and then as she almost expects them to take advantage of her they release her again and walk out from the room locking it behind them. Her eyes widened in surprise as they left her, and she stood there for a second, half expecting them to come back and ravish her against her will. However, they didn't, and she found herself getting a bit cold. She shivered, hugging herself, uncomfortable because she was completely naked in a stranger's room. In an attempt to rid herself of the cold, she made her way toward the bed, climbing underneath the covers and huddling into herself. The bed was very comfortable, and she felt almost like a queen lying there, although the fate of her family made her comfort almost shameful. She didn’t know how long she laid there, but suddenly the lock rattled again and the door opened. In came an older woman carrying a large bathtub.“What are you lying there for?” She asked when she noticed the girl. “Get up and jump into the tub this instant.” Right behind her four servants came carrying buckets of warm water. She was started that they were offering her a bath, but she knew how filthy she was, and no doubt she was dirtying once-clean sheets. Without protest, she rose from the bed and approached them, an embarrassed blush reaching her cheeks. She had forgotten how naked she was. She slid into the tub quickly, signing in satisfaction as the heat penetrated her skin. It felt wonderful... The older woman started to scrub down the girl with force not missing a single spot on her body using a rough brush except on her more... sensitive parts. Her skin began to shine in an intense red color of the hard abuse the brush caused, and she burned all over. "Stop it!" she cried out, not liking the raw manner in which they were scrubbing her. Her skin was turning an unnatural shade of pink, and she resisted, pushing the woman's hands away. "Stop that! I can wash myself!" The slap the woman gave her over her right cheek came from nowhere and at first she didn't recognize what had happened." Girl whatever your name is. I have been ordered to get you clean, and I will do so whatever you like it or not. Now quiet, or it will not be so very pleasant." Her mind reeled from the slap. What right did she have to treat her so? Nevertheless, she kept her mouth shut, and stopped struggling, deciding that it was probably safer if she were to obey the woman. Once her neck, back and arms where done the older woman order her to stand up a began scrubbing down her stomach and legs using same treatment as she had done so far.“Part your legs.” She said giving the girl a gentle tap on the inside of each knee. “Still hair on the privates… we will have to fix that later.” She added more to herself than towards the girl. She parted her legs obediently, wondering what the woman was planning on doing, and she couldn't help but feel offended as she mentioned her pubic hair. They're supposed to be there, dammit, she thought. Never the less, she did as the woman asked. Without any rest the woman began scrubbing the inside of her legs beginning at her feet going up… higher and higher. The closer she came to her privates the more sensitive her skin was and the harder she scrubbed. She winced as she continued to scrub at her legs. Nearer and nearer she the woman came to her sacred spot, and the girl couldn't hold back a wince. She really did not feel comfortable being touched there... Without a word the woman stopped and stood up looking over her work, about the same way a farmer inspects a new bought cow. She took out a cloth and started to clean her breasts but this time with a gentle hand and much care. The girl flinched as the woman touched yet another sensitive part of her body, but she kept her mouth shut. She was quite grateful that the woman hadn't gone all the way up to her privates and attempt to clean her there. After some further cleaning of her breasts the woman seemed pleased.“There you are done. If you laid down of the bed I will take care of that hair.” She moved away from the tub letting the girl moving by her own. She flashed the woman a grateful smile and stepped out of the tub. Obediently, she laid down on the bed, wondering what on earth the woman had in mind for her hair. The woman followed her and knelt down beside the bed, her face still complete expressionless." Please place your feet on the floor and part your legs wide." Her eyes widened, and she was obviously confused. What in the world was this woman trying to do? Still, she obeyed, and spread her legs. The woman took out a small metal thing from her clothes and with it, she started to pluck one hair at a time from her privates, at first it wasn't very painful but as she continued she got more and more sore for each hair she removed. The girl cringed with each pluck of hair. "Um, ma'am..." she started, wincing in discomfort. "Why are you doing this...??" "Because the lord wants his girls nice and clean... he really hates hair in his food." She answers and laughs. The crosses get worse and worse as she gets closer and closer to her labia. She let out a small yelp at one particularly painful tug. "But...won't it grow back?" she questioned, still wincing. "And what do you mean food?" "It sure will, and then you have to go through the process again." She never even replied to the last question, soon the pain began to take its toll and for each hair the woman plucked a wave of pain shot through her. Her privates were so tender that she thought she would break in two at any moment, even the gentle touch of her and as she stroked over her crotch as she felt for more hair was uncomfortable. She nearly cried. The pain was getting more and more intense, and all she wanted was for the woman to stop. She cringed visibly. "Are you done yet?" she whispered. "Almost, just each side of your Lisa left... you aren't giving me any trouble now girl I hope?" She bit her lip, trying to keep in the whimper. "N-no, ma'am. It just...hurts..." "Well it should, it builds character, give you a backbone. No shut up and let me finish." She slowly continued and worked through her labia hair by hair it seems to keep on forever and once she finally stopped it was just because she would change to the other side and begin anew. She winced and cringed every time a hair was plucked out. It was painful...very painful. She clenched her eyes shut, blocking out the pain, and tried to relax, letting the woman finish despairing her. The pain kept on and on but as she was just to give in the woman suddenly stopped. "There, nice a pretty." The woman stood up and began to clean up after herself. "You will find dresses in the wardrobe for you to wear during supper. A servant will come and get you when it is time." As the girl looked down at her aching privates she saw that all hair was gone, not a single one had been spared. Her whole crotch was complete red and irritated, and it stung and hurt just by her moving about. She whimpered as she stared at her womanhood. Was there no less painful way to rid one's pubic hairs? She grimaced as she began to walk, each step sending a shooting pain over her lower body, starting from her core. She slowly moved to the wardrobe, inching slowly about the room, and gaped at the array of dresses that were hanging there. Silk, satin, velvet, and lace in lavish designs and colors. She chose a rather simple sky blue one, and pulled it off the hanger. It took her a few moments, but she managed to dress herself. She stood there, gazing at her reflection in the mirror. She couldn't really believe what she was seeing. Staring back at her stood a very beautiful young noblewoman and not the farm girl she was used to, the whole sight was very... very strange and surreal. The dressed she had picked fit her perfectly had seemed to had been sewn just for her and enhanced her female attributes in a very positive way. She gave a small smile, quite happy with her appearance. She didn't appear to be the scraggly, poor peasant girl anymore. Now she actually looked like she could attain the beauty and grace she had always wanted. Her smile widened, and she swished the skirt of her gown a bit, and let her hands travel down the length of the material, relishing in the feel of the velvet beneath her fingertips. There weren’t much to do in the chamber, but to test the dresses and just wait. She was starting to feel rather hungry but since there were no windows and the only lights came from the lamps that hung on the walls it was impossible to know what time it was. The pain her sex endured lessened slowly to a quiet ache, but she could walk normally anyway. Ages seemed to pass, and suddenly the lock rattled again, and a very young maid opened the door." I will escort you to supper now." She said plainly, her voice carrying a bit of contempt in it. She looked up at the voice, and seeing the maid, smiled warmly at her. "Thank you," she said softly before following her out the door. The maid snare but didn't respond. As she took the lead she guided the girl down a passage and down a few stairs before they entered a grand hall. In the center an enormous table stood that contained all sort of food and other exotic treats. Never had she seen this much on one occasion. As the two got closer the lord who stood on the other side of the room by the fire place turned." Good you have arrived. You can go Jenna." He told the maid who bowed deep and quickly ran of. She was a bit offended by the sneer the made gave her, but decided not to comment on it. She followed her through the castle, her head turning every which way to try and take on the pure magnificence of the palace. Furthermore, she stared openly at the food, feeling the hunger burn in her stomach as she longed to taste it. Furthermore, she looked up at her lord as she came and stood before him, watching as he sent the maid off. She bowed her head in acknowledgement. The lord closed in on her and walked in a circle around her looking her over from top to bottom." So you are the Lille farm girl from this morning. What's your name?" She couldn't help but feel more than a little self-conscious as he looked her over like she was prey. Her body stiffened, eyes following his movements as much as she possibly could." My name is Elena," she replied in a strong, firm voice. "Elena... a beautiful name, perfect to a beautiful girl." He made a new pass around her. "Tell me... do you know the punishment for what you did this morning?" Beautiful? Her eyes widened slightly, and a small blush graced her cheeks. She turned her gaze downward, too embarrassed to look at him. "N-no, my lord," she said softy. The lord land up and whispered from behind NI her ear." Thralldom..." Then he walked away from her towards the table. With a louder voice he continued. "So you see, your life is now mine, to do with as I please, and do I have ideas what to do with your life my dear Elena." Her breath hitched in her throat. Slavery? She looked up and stared at him with wide eyes, her dark orbs sparkling with confusion and impending anger. "My life is yours? What in all the heaven's name are you planning to do with me?" The lord sat down beside the table." I haven't decided yet, but first I do believe I have to break that will of yours. A slave should obey what you say, and you aren't really the type that do that are you. But let's try... come here and stand next to me." He ordered. She glared at him, eyes fully inflamed now. "Who are you to order me about?!" she screeched. "You take away my family, my village, and now you think you can own me like some sort of toy?! Think again!" "I don't think... I am." He didn't even lighten his voice as he spoke to her. "But do remember that the fate of your family rests on me so if you give me too much trouble, they will be..." His voice trailed of letting her imagination what he would do begin its work. "So I say again...come here!" Her eyes widened. Her family was...alive? She blinked away the fear in her eyes, optioning instead to look downward instead of at his face. On trembling legs, she obeyed and walked toward him. If she could just suppress her fears long and obey him long enough to keep her family alive and figure out how to help them.... She reached his side, bowing her head. "Yes, master?" she said weakly. "Well that was better, but I know I just own you because of your fear. I will not be pleased before you are mine mind and soul." He took up a piece of grilled chicken and took a large bite. "You must be very hungry and thirty isn't it so slave?" Her glare returned. "Why do you wish to own me so? Of what importance am I to you?" As he ate, she glared at the piece of chicken, but reluctantly admitted that she was indeed hungry. "And yes, my lord, I am hungry." "Because I can... because you intrigue me." He takes another bite and a sip of wine. “Well if you want to eat you have to work for it. Climb up the table and dance for me slave.” His eyes undress her which makes her feel almost filthier then she was then she came to his care. She cringed as he called her slave, even more so as his eyes raked over her body. She knew that he owned her, but still... The concept was hard to accept. She quietly rose onto the table, avoiding the plates of food and stepping onto empty space. "I intrigue you, my lord?" she repeated softly. "What do you mean?" "Well you are young, beautiful and got a temper, it will be fun to break you. Now begin to dance." He leaned back in his chairs til chewing at the chicken juice running down his cheeks. She glared at him in disgust. She would have never thought that what would normally be flattering attributes could land her in a such a dire position. All because of my wretched temper, she chastised herself. If I had never gone to him, I would be safe. With a sigh, she began to move. Her hips swayed from side to side, and she closed her eyes, imagining that it was just she and her sisters dancing together, and that she wasn't in the presence of a sadistic lord. Her arms moved over her head as her hips snapped, and she began to move over the table, her dainty feet arching as they carried her, shapely hips and torso twisting like a snake. She lost herself in her dance, forgetting that she was not home where she belonged. The lord sat and looked at her. She is perfect... am I not the lucky one? He chuckled for himself, he continued eating not letting her out of his sight enjoying the movements of her nice body." Start to undress while you dance and throw the clothes you remove beside the table." He said and gave her a sly face. He was really enjoying this, if she kept this up she would dance for him every meal. Her eyes snapped open as his words registered in her brain, and she shot him a disdainful look. Acquiescent to his wishes, she began to slowly remove her dress. First, she untied the bodice in the front, letting her hips continue their hypnotic sway as more of her generous bosom was revealed. Her hand trailed suggestively down the valley between her breasts as she let the laces fall, and he was able to glimpse a peek at her front. She continued her graceful movements, moving her hips, torso, legs, arms, feet... Her entire body danced to the imaginary beat within her mind. She kept on letting garments fall, gently letting the sleeves fall more and more past her shoulders, revealing unbound breasts. She gently shrugged the upper half of the dress off her body, letting it fall to the side, and thus exposed herself from her waist upward. The lord was getting hard, this girl really had it in her, but he had never expected this much. She would be a perfect addition to his house, just by looking at her exposed body his mouth watered, and he knew he wanted this girl... he pushed back his chair and took out his hard dick and began to slowly stroke it. She didn't notice his aroused movements. Too caught up was she in her movements. Her hands started joining the dance, threading through her hair, most of which had fallen from their up-do during her dance, moving along her bare upper body and squeezing her voluptuous breasts. Her dance turned seductive as she stripped herself of her garments. Furthermore, her hands slowly travelled down her body as her hips continued to sway, the thumbs hooking onto the skirt of the dress and slowly pushing them downwards. With each stroke of her hips the skirt fell another inch, slowly exposing her newly-plucked center, bare thighs...Finally, the dress reached her feet, and she carelessly kicked it to the side. She was completely naked before him, and didn't even notice it. She continued to move, her dance becoming more and more erotic. Furthermore, she snapped her hips, rolling them this way and that, and turned for him, slowly twisting her round ass. Her hands mapped trails across her body, until finally they dipped down toward her core. She brushed fingertips against her womanhood... The lord was starting to really enjoy himself stroking his large cock as he watched. He was beginning to feel the urge to touch her to play with her but in the same time he didn't want to spoil the moment. She seemed to be totally caught up in her dance, and he was curious how this would end without his interference. He began to open up his clothes and stripped down from the waist up, careful not to make any sound that would alarm the very sexy looking girl. He really hoped she would stroke her womanhood for him, the way he wanted to do at this point. Her memories were taking over her at this point. She remembered how she and her sisters first started dancing together, and how her oldest sister taught her how beautiful it looked - and felt - to explore your body as you danced. She let those lessons guide her movements now. Her hands continued to drift over her body, and she felt the familiar pounding of her heart in her ears. Her skin began to tingle as she brushed against her hairless core. True, she may have never been with a man, but that didn't mean that she didn't know what pleasure meant. She fell into herself as her hands continued to wander, now boldly stroking her heat. She moaned softly, two fingers delving between the folds to stroke her labia. Her hips bucked erratically for a moment before the moments smoothed, and her hips thrust gently forward as she rocked against her fingers, her body still keeping its musical rhythm. Her mouth dropped open, breathing becoming labored as the pleasure built, and she groaned softly... The lord was transfixed by her dance and his hand moved faster and faster over his stiff cock, he knew what he would take her once she was done but at the moment he wanted her to show everything she got and so far he was much impressed. Inside him, he felt his urge to spray out his sperm rise, but he didn’t want to spoil it by spraying over the table… even if that would be fun too, to see her lick it up… Her fingers fell inside her, and she let out an impassioned cry. Her movements lost their musical quality, instead turning jerky and erratic as she rocked her hips back and forth against her fingers. Furthermore, her other hand rose to grab her breasts, squeezing the nipples and rubbing around the areola. She cried out with each thrust of her hand, inserting three fingers, then four, until finally she came with a loud scream, warm honey gushing out of her hole and falling all over her hand onto the floor... Just then the lord came and cum shot from his dick landing on the floor, chair and table... still sitting down in the chair he panted hard, sweat beating his brow." God slave, you are a real bargain. Now clean up after me... and once that is done come and entertain me..." He looked at her as she laid at the floor and couldn't really grasp what she had done, even without any further pressure on his part. Elena sat there for a moment, relishing in the aftermath of her orgasm, before she realized exactly what it was that she had just done. Oh my God...she thought. Her eyes shut in shame and humiliation. What the hell did I just do?? Silently she rose and slowly climbed off the table. She gathered her discarded gown in her hands and used it to cover her naked body, pure shame filling her features. She grabbed one of the lord's napkins and used it to clean off his cum, wincing in embarrassment and disgust. Just as she begins to clean with the napkin the lord shots up from his chair looking very angry." What are you doing?... use your mouth... I will not tolerate that you clean it like some whore does after she is done with a customer." She looked at him, purely surprised. She looked back at the cum on the table and chairs... God... With a small whimper, she lowered her mouth and began licking the quickly cooling semen, until she finally had it all off the tables and chair... Seeing that she stopped not cleaning the floor he pointed at the mess not saying anything but his intent was clear; "Clean that up!" She gave him a cold glare, but complied, and bent down in her hands and keep, lowering her head and cleaning the cum off the floor. When she was finished, she rose and faced the Lord, keeping her eyes to the floor, shame and fury burning in their dark depths. "Took you long enough slave... This is what I expect of you if ever I cum again. It will be your job to clean it." He paused looking at her. "I'm very pleased with you, I must say, and to show you my gratitude you will be allowed to clean my cock in the same way... using only your mouth." She looked at him, mentally groaning. She had hoped he would ask that of her. Biting back a sigh she crawled toward him on her hands and knees, leveling her head so that it was face to face with his cock. She stared at his rather large appendage with trepidation. She knew what he wanted from her, and she was pretty sure she was right when she suspected that he would be sticking himself up her rather small passage eventually... Closing her eyes, she wrapped her arms around his legs to steady herself, and started to lick his cock. She started at the head, suckling the juice off of it, wincing a bit at its cold taste, and dragged her tongue up and down his length, getting the rest of the cum off.... The lord tried to hold back a moan but failed, his whole body language told Elena how much he was enjoying this and her suspicion that he would want to enter her sooner or later was rather obvious. He gripped her hair and used it to guide her mouth around his cock and in the pace he wanted, as she cleaned his sperm from it and all that was left was her saliva he just said with a hoarse voice." Take it in your mouth and suck it like an infant suck its mother’s tit." A shiver coursed through her as he moaned. She'd never done this before...never had her mouth on a guy before... She wrapped her lips around him and took him inside her as far as he would go, and then followed his orders, suckling and moving her mouth up and down him. The lord seemed much pleased by her actions and moaned as she began to suck and moving her lips over his member. He grips her hair with both his hands and begins to guide her suction and the mouth’s up and down speed pressing it a bit deeper for each time she took it in her mouth, and soon it began to close in on the end of her mouth and still there were more of it that he very obviously wanted inside her warm and wet mouth. Her jaw was beginning to ache, and she moaned around his manhood, wanting badly for him to cum so she would be finished. She wrapped her arms around his ass and took him as deep as she possibly could, suppressing her gag reflexes. She shuddered as she hit the back of her throat, and began moaning with him, thinking that the vibrations from her mouth would help stimulate his hard prick. Furthermore, she sucked him hard, lavishing attention with her tongue and gentle scrapings with her teeth... "Dutch slave! Keep this teethes away!" The lord says when he feels her that her teethes scrapes his cock he grabs her hard in the hair and shoves it hard inward not caring how deep her mouth really is and holds her head tightly against his pelvis the cock buried to the max in side. She yelps as he pushes himself deeper inside her, unable to take all of him, she gags around his cock, whimpering as she tries to quench it. Eventually, she adjusts to him, and resumes her stimulation of his penis, but his earlier actions already have tears leaking from her eyes. She pleasures him as best as she's able, but she isn't sure how much more of this she can take... The lord was really enjoying himself and used her mouth more or less as a fuck toy slamming in his dick hard with no regard to how she could handle it. This little thing was the best slave ha had got in years and already in his fogs of pleasure he was starting to form a plan what he would do to her. She groaned around his cock, nearly getting choked by his swollen head hitting the back of her throat every time. She increased her suctions, praying to God he would orgasm soon, and to quicken his pleasure, she let her hands start exploring, one wrapping around his ass, teasing along the crack, and the other coming to massage his balls. Then suddenly he pulls out and back away from her breathing heavily. He looks down on her has she stands kneeled on the floor and smiles evil." Not so fast slave, I will not shoot my load in you mouth this time even if I noticed that you really tried to make me cum. No… you aren’t of the hook just yet. Crawl up on the table and lay you down on your back." She gave him a pleading glance, guessing what was coming next. "Please..." she started whispering. "I've... I've never done this before..." She crawled away from him, obediently laying on the table as he had asked. She opened her legs accordingly, spreading her naked flower for his eyes to feast on, knowing exactly what he wanted. Please don't make it hurt...her mind pleaded. But she knew that the chances of her request being fulfilled was quite small. The lord didn't listen to her pleas, he didn't answer any way. He stood up, his hard cock waving in the air and placed himself between her thighs he's poking her crotch. With a small maneuver it was place right in her opening, and slowly he began to push. She gasped as he started pushing inside her, the earlier stimulation she had given by her own hand making his passageway slightly easier. Her eyes widened, sparks shooting throughout her body, starting from her womanhood. She cried out, clutching his shoulders with her hands, small whimpers escaping her throat. The lord grunted as he pushed himself inside her tight canal, she clamped around him who increased the sensation, and he gave out an involuntary moan. Once he came to the stop inside her, he wasn’t in fully and even if he knew that he wouldn’t fit her completely he gave an extra push to see how much he would fit… then he withdrew and placed his both hands on each side of her hips and begin a slow pumping motion but didn’t push up against her womb again and held a slow and steady pace enjoying her young body. She shrieked as he pushed through her hymen, whimpering at the pain the action induced. It didn't take long for the pain to disappear though, and all she could feel was his large dick pumping in and out of her. Her breath hitched at the sensation, body growing unbearably hot, and her hips rose off the table with each thrust, trying to meet his. She moaned softly, hips rocking against his slow movements. The lord began to thrust harder and harder and his breath became more and more forced, sweat was beginning to appear in his forehead." God, you are tight my slave... my darling slave." Her movement to meet him made the feeling just more pleasurable and there were no doubt that all teasing and playing that they had done so far made sure that their fucking wouldn't last very long... not for the lord anyway. She mewled loudly as he continued to thrust into her, feeling honey begin to ooze out of her womanhood. She was beginning to feel the pleasure that others so often sought. Her inner muscles began to squeeze around him, massaging, clenching erratically. Her cries heightened, hips thrusting faster to meet his pumps. Furthermore, her breathing became heavy, labored, eyes clenching against the feelings that were overwhelming her. "My...my lord..." she whispered breathlessly. This was a race the lord couldn't win, didn't want to win and for each time he plunged into her, he came one step closer release. Holding tighter and tighter of her hips he just let go and thrust with all his might his cock into her faster and faster until he with a groan came and shot his cum deep into her young pussy and fell down on top of her panting like he had run a race. Warmth gushed into her womb, and suddenly her world exploded in bright lights. She cried out, completely surprised and overwhelmed by the intensity of the feelings within her, and she felt her womanhood convulse in a fit of pleasure around him. "My LORD!" she screamed. Her body fell completely undone, and she moaned as he fell atop her, breathing softly in his ear. Slowly the lord got back to his senses... What had he done! He had fucked a slave on the dinner table and enjoyed it too. He quickly scrambled up and sat down on the chair his cock semi hard. Sure he had meant her to please him and to have her entertain him, but not to fuck her... this wouldn't do, he decided. Elena slowly came back to earth, breath smoothing out and heartbeat returning to normal. Her pussy was still throbbing, hot and wanting more, but her body felt somewhat...satiated. Gingerly she sat up, noting the slight hint of blood on her inner thigh from when her maidenhood was broken. She looked up into her lord's face, noting his half-erect state. "Master?" she started cautiously. "You're still...you're still unsatisfied... Should I take care of IIT for you?" Not really listening to what she said he nodded. She gave him a half-smile, compliant and subservient, and then kneeled on her knees before him, gently taking his cock in her hands and giving it soft, gentle strokes. She wasted no time putting her mouth on it, having already done this one time before and knowing what to expect. Furthermore, she swallowed half of his size before starting to pump slowly, making sure her hands wrapped around his base to keep in time with her mouth, the other reaching to pleasure his balls. He almost jumped as she almost dove over his cock beginning to suck it with to his surprise great skill... his mind raced, and then he understood what she had said. She really washisslave, obviously both in body and mind. Not really knowing what to do as her assault on his cock that now grew hard and long again was a total surprise. He let her do her thing and just gently stroke her hair encourage her to continue... he could really get used to this. Her eyes closed as she continued to pleasure him, taking more and more of him inside her mouth as time passed. She wrapped her arms around his lower back to steady herself, bringing him further into her mouth. Her eyes clenched tighter as he hit the back of her throat, and she bobbed her head up and down, hands still moving about his balls and base, mouth sucking him hungrily. She wasreallygood at this and a thought hit him that maybe she wasn't as new at this as she first had indicated that she was, that thought were quickly removed as she took him all the way down to her throat and out again moving her head fast up and down over his shaft. He could feel his cock building for a new load which in itself were incredible... three in a row... a new record... She moved faster over his dick, working to bring him to his peak for the third time in the past hour or so. Her left hand squeezed his tightening balls while the right gripped around his shaft. She sucked harder, her mouth suctioning like a vacuum around him, working up...down...slow...fast... She felt his build-up, anticipating the hot ejaculation that was sure to come momentarily. Furthermore, she deep-throated him one last time, sucking hard, letting her throat muscles constrict around his head while her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft. Having her dive on his dick and letting her throat to do its job on it was too much and with a grunt he came and shot two strong jets of cum right down her throat. She swallowed the salty, bittersweet cum as soon as it shot down her throat, feeling the hot jet right down near her tonsils. She moaned around him, feeling a sort of elation that she had once again brought him to orgasm, and gently released him from her mouth with a soft pop. Furthermore, she cleaned his dick slowly, letting her tongue lave the softening shaft, cleaning it of all traces of his passion. The lord looked at her working still a bit of balance from the orgasm and as she came up and once she looked up on him, he smiled back at her." You are a real good slave, love your technique and style. I will keep you for my own as long as you keep on performing this good. Want some food now?" He asked. Elena blushed at his compliment, completely forgetting her previous indignation about being a slave, her worries lost in his and her pleasure. She bowed her head, still kneeling at his feet. "Yes, master. Thank you, master." "Then sit down on one of the chairs and eat child. Who knows when you will get some food next time..." He pulled up his trousers again and leaned back just watching her. He was very relaxed now, but he wasn't going to make the mistake of making her more than a slave... she was a slave... his slave and would stay so. She nodded her head gratefully, giving him a small smile of thanks. She sat down at a chair a little bit away from him, blushing as she remembered the activity that had gone on at the table. Furthermore, she was thankful that the food had not been soiled. She ate silently, her movements graceful and womanly, never spilling a bit of food or drink as she ate. The lord didn't stop watching her eat. She was a hungry girl, and thirsty, but then he had depraved her all food and drink when he had put her in the chamber itself." Slave... I hope I really don't have to explain what your duties in the future are?" She stopped eating for a moment to look at him, swallowing her food before speaking, as was the polite way." I apologize, master, but I'm not sure what else you want me to do...besides..." Her voice trailed off, and she blushed again, a pretty pink staining her cheeks. "At the moment that is all you will be required to do." He pushed on the words... at the moment which gave the clear impression that there would be more later on. He smiled... he liked when she blushed. Her eyes widened slightly, blush darkening as forbidden thoughts of both of them lost in the throes of passion filled her head." At the moment?" she asked softy. "Will there be more?" "Maybe... now stop eating and get into your clothes. One of the guards will take you back to your room." The lord stood up and made sure she did what he said before he waved to one of the guards that stood just beside the door... had they been standing there all the time? Then he left. She nodded, putting her utensils down immediately. She stood and bowed, thanking him silently. She followed after one of the guards, gathering her clothes before she exited, stopping in her bedroom. Furthermore, she opened the door and heaved a heavy sigh, her heartbeat quickening slightly. Furthermore, she could hardly believe what had just transpired between her and her master." What have I gotten myself into?" she asked herself silently. After a few moments the door's lock rattled and two guards snuck inside. She saw gold exchange hands between them and the guard outside then they closed the door behind them. Both looked at her and licked their lips... not in a good way she noticed. She gasped as the guards entered her room. Her eyes widened slightly, fear visible in their depths. She backed up against her bed panel, knees thumping against the wood." Why are you here?" she asked, her voice steady, although her heart wasn't. "Does my Lord wish something of me?" The guards looked at each other and just smiled." No... I wouldn't say that. Its just us two who wants a little piece of the action." They began open up their clothes and began removing them piece by piece. Another gasp left her throat, and she backed toward the other side of the room. Her eyes became hard and steely, fear taking hold of her heart and rushing adrenaline into her system." Get out," she commanded. "Get out of my room!" Again the guards smiled, now almost completely naked." No way slave, not until we have got what we have paid for." One of them, the one that hadn't spoken gave her a sly look and began to advance on her. The other one guarded his back he's too slowly approaching." We can do this the easy way or the hard way... it's your choice." The man closest to her said. She began to scream, yelling for help, hoping for anyone at all to hear her. She ran to the other side of the room, trying to distance herself from the men who were about to rape her. The men just caught and run after her and pushed her towards a corner. Both closing in on her." There is no-one to hear you... we bribed the guard so he isn't telling... Now, why don't you just climb out of those nice clothes of yours and make us happy?" She gave a loud shriek and started flailing, her foot landing in one guard's crotch and a hand in the other's cheek." Bastards!" she screamed loudly. "Get away from me!" Her kick really knew where it was heading, and the guard doubled over by the force and just fell to the floor whimpering in pain. The other one just managed to duck her swing with her hand and gave her a hard slap over her face." Bitch!" The man on the floor forced out. She yelped as one of the guards slap her. Her eyes flashed dangerously as she turned back to look at them. She charged at the still-standing guard, her knee landing straight in his groin as she wrapped her hands around his neck, squeezing hard and refusing to let go. The knee also hit its mark and the guard went down with her on top of him adding her body weight in his fall. With a crash he hit the floor face first and laid still. Still with her hands holding his throat tight. The other guard just blinked as he watched the whole thing and slowly tried to get up on his feet pain still radiating from his crotch. Elena got up off the man shakily, praying to every god she knew that she had not caused permanent damage to him. All she wanted was to escape. She noticed the other guard rising, and immediately pushed him back over before he could stand. She raced toward the door, flinging it open, completely forgetting the third guard there, and began yelling at the top of her lungs."HELP!! HELP!! RAPE!!" she yelled. "SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!!" The other guards didn't follow; instead he just stood there starting at the unmoving guard on the floor. Elena got to the door and came out in the hall where the other guard stood grinning with his whole face." I know." He just said grinning and pushed her inside again. Then he saw the guard on the floor and his smugness vanished." What? Is he?" He asked. The guard who had been in the trying of raping Elena just shook his head. Elena's gasped as the other guard pushed her back into the room. "Let me..." Her voice trailed off as she looked at the guard on the floor, who still hadn't moved."Oh, no..." she whispered, horror starting to course through her. There were no doubt... he was dead and as soon as reality hit the two guards the looked up from their dead friend." His... dead, you killed him..." One of them said. Elena's entire world crashed at that moment. She was a murderer. A killer. She backed up into the wall, eyes spilling over with tears. Her hand clutched at her throat in sheer horror, and the irony of the situation hit her as she realized that she was supposed to be the victim that night.Oh, God!... Her mind was a flurry of activity, filled with defenses, accusations, and harsh memories. It was just self-defense; she had only wanted to escape...but... I killed him... The guard closest to her grabbed her arm and began to pull her outside the chamber and out in the hall." Guard!" He shouted loudly, and soon another guard came running. "Take this tramp to a dungeon or something, she just killed James." The guard looked chocked and eyes Elena with uncertainty having problem to understand who she could have actually pulled something like that of. He drew his sword and placed the tip against her stomach... "This way slut." He ordered, mentioning for her to walk in front of him. (sorry for such a long absence. Things have been really hectic lately, and with everything else I'm doing I haven't had much time to sign on and post. Awfully sorry about that. =\)She yelped as he grabbed her arm, protesting as he dragged her outside. Her eyes widened as she came face to face with the other guard, and she had to stifle a scream of fear. "Please... I swear it was in self-defense... I didn't mean to kill him!" She begged. She hesitantly took a step forward, not knowing where it was she was to be taken. (don't worry I thought you had left us completely, nice to have you back :))The guard didn't take note of what Elena was saying instead he kept on pushing her causing her almost to fall several times. He took her down... then more down... the only light that existed was from the torches that hung on the walls and then finally they came up to a long moist corridor with heave oak doors on one side. Each door held a small trap door and there was no guessing what this was... the castle dungeon. The guard unlocked one of the door and pushed Elena inside and slammed the door shut behind her, inside was completely dark, and she could feel some hay on the floor... in one corner a mug stood that was empty... The room itself was about one and a half of her length both in width and deep and the smell was... unpleasant, it didn't seem that they had cleaned the place up since their last guest.

The needing Lord (goldenchild and Aphrodite)|rating:2.0

Into the Woods (Dark Fairy Tales) OOC_ Character list_concepts_claims-SUSPENDED

OK, so this is the is TOF my ideas for possible characters for Into the Woods, and their twists. THIS LIST IS NEITHER COMPLETE NOR CONCLUSIVE. There are god zillions of fairy tales, and skillions of ways to bend them. If you want to gender bend something here, go for it. Take the basic character and torque it in an entirely different way? COOL! And a new character-no problem, I just ask you bounce it off me first, so we can talk about how best to fit him/her /it in. Please do NOT use this thread for formal character sheets-those will come later, will be pretty simple, and will either get their own thread, or will be appended at the end of this one, for cleanliness. Please use this thread ONLY for character claims, or to pitch and discuss new ideas. Thanks! Please note: Any 'non-adult' characters (HHS students, others)WILL BE 17+, no exceptions. Possible Characters:Gerald Prince, Jr, AKA "Charming":The son of the Machiavellian plutocrat who essentially owns the Hematite City. Nobody lies Gerald that much, really-he's a bit smarmy- but when his dad is away on business, the parties he throws are DA BOMB, so almost everyone tries to stay on his good side. Beauty:Prince, Sr.'s trophy wife Lovely, may be dumb as a post or clever as a fox. Might be having an affair with Beast:This 7'6" lump of beard and muscle walks around behind Mr. Prince. He's actually kind of good-natured, but he breaks shit on command. And sometimes by accident. The Big Bad (were)Wolf: (claimed)Red's best bud. I see her, in human form, as a pale Goth/leather head named Selene with long black hair and enough piercings to set off metal detectors next door, but that's just me. In his/her wolf form, (s)he's gigantic. Everyone thought she was normal, until the teasing of the Three Little's set her off (thanks, whoever suggested this- I think it was Nikolaus). Now she hangs out in The Woods, mostly, avoiding the Huntsman and the city SWAT team. The Three Little's:Fat little bastards, they're triplets and the resident bullies at HHS. They don't give Red any shit, usually, certainly not unless all three of them are there, and they avoid BB like the plague. Cinderella: (open again)Could be either a 'wrong side of the tracks' kid at HHS, or the local crazy bag lady. Snow White:(claimed)Mr. Prince makes a show of being a philanthropist and a legitimate businessman. But everyone knows Snow runs his hookers and his illegal casinos for him, with the help of:Due and Dee, AKA Due and Dim:Another set of multiple births-maybe it's the water? The SAY it tests clean, but...anyway, these two are thickset, brutishly handsome 30-somethings with the toughness (and IQ) of phone poles. They run the small Organized Crime faction in Hematite, under the watchful eye of Snow. Catboi (After Saki): The local tagger, whose 'art' has the annoying habit of coming to life, peeling itself off the walls, and causing all sorts of problems. Hansel and Greta. (Claimed)Twins again. Either spacey, stoner HHS seniors, or 20-somethings, these two are a very close-knit family unit. Very. Close. Fred the Troll:A local lush, who always claims to have secret knowledge about 'stuff goin' on you folk don't know about'. Sleeps under a bridge most nights. And so on. Again, THESE ARE ONLY SUGGESTIONS! Set your thinking caps, and burn your candles at both ends. Can't wait to see what you come up with! CLAIMED CHARACTERS Red-NowherewomanBig Bad/Selene (?)- Chrystal The Black Huntsman-eBadgerThe Cheshire Cat-FrelanceThe Mad Hatter-NikolausAriel- GaGa88Robin Hood-Creestafer. Handsel and Greta- Miyazaki and Creestafer. Snow White-Dominique I think I'm going to go with Ariel of The Little Mermaid fame. :) Quote from: GaGa88 on 11-03-2015, 01:14:30I think I'm going to go with Ariel of The Little Mermaid fame. :)Burr, we had discussed that, should have already been on the list! Quote from: Nowhere woman on 11-03-2015, 01:21:55Durr, we had discussed that, should have already been on the list! I replied before I saw this list, lol. Yay, Ariel!!(finding good Huntsman pics so far, Zero. Also still open to thoughts on plot/setting/theme. I get sandbox, but is something larger going on around us? I know- I meant *I* should have put it on here when I made the list *swat* Cinderella please. Wrong side of the tracks kid(Quote from: badger on 11-03-2015, 01:36:06Luck finding good Huntsman pics so far, Zero. Also still open to thoughts on plot/setting/theme. I get sandbox, but is something larger going on around us? Again, it will depend, to some extent, on what characters people pick. ATM, though, I'm leaning towards a power struggle between Mr. Prince and the Black Queen. Pic ideas, Badger:(Good, but I'm thinking more piercings and dyed hair. Maybe some brooding intimidation :) I'm trying to pick an age, I was thinking just turned 19. Maybe I could make her a siren, as well. Im thinking maybe Hansel all I need is a twin ;)also thinking about another character, maybe Robin Hood, a jock like person riding an archery scholarship, who has thoughts of majoring in criminology. Quote from: Chreestafer on 11-03-2015, 03:03:53im thinking maybe Hansel all I need is a twin ;) also thinking about another character, maybe Robin Hood, a jock like person riding an archery scholarship, who has thoughts of majoring in criminology. Nothing wrong with writing both twins, IF you wanted to. But Robin Hood would be kind of cool. He's not, technically, a Fairy Tale, but he's a mythologized folk hero, so... eh I like play opposite another for my twin :)and Robin Hood does sound cool, is that ok with you? Quote from: Chreestafer on 11-03-2015, 03:40:49and Robin Hood does sound cool, is that ok with you? Absolutely! I like the jock angle, it means he'll have contacts among the other kids at school. Some grudging respect form some of them, even though he's not, like, Captain of the wrestling team, or something. Hell, depending on his tastes, Red may have dated him. Briefly. That's...kinda how she dates everyone. Except maybe Big Bad/Selene. I'll add him to the claim list. Is my Cinderella approved? I was going to have her secretly murder those three bitches that made her life a living hell. Hey, how does Ariel also being a siren work? You think it would? Quote from: lovely girl on 11-03-2015, 03:59:09Is my Cinderella approved? I was going to have her secretly murder those three bitches that made her life a living hell. OH! Sorry Hun, your post got lost in the noise floor, and because I'm a ditz. My only questions would be- where is she living? Is she still in the family house, pretending nothing's wrong? Is she still an HHS student, and does she bother showing up for classes? Love the idea, just need to find hooks for her to fit in the world at large. GaGa:If you're thinking of Ariel being a hooker, being a Siren would make perfect sense, rather than a traditional mermaid. But if you're going another route with her, I'd want to know WHY you want Siren powers for her. Yep, she's still at the house. She's friends with Ariel who's gonna just make the bodies "disappear." She is a senior, 18, a sweet sociopath that no one would ever think was capable of murder. So you want him to be wrestler? Or some other kind of jock? Yeah, she's going to be a hooker. Quote from: GaGa88 on 11-03-2015, 04:17:16Yeah, she's going to be a hooker. Yay hookers! Here is the Hatter; Real name Michael, though no one actually knows except his mother, whom he killed when he was a child. Mad Hatter:Psychopathic Home Economics teacher at Fairy town High. He is lewd and likes to make advances to all the girls around the school. Except one. Red has him scared shitless, and thus, he treats her like a Queen. Even in class, she seems to have power over him and is at her beck-and-call. (Somewhat like a Frankenstein and Igor relationship in reverse and such.) Even so to the point he is willing to kill for her, such as Alice, the Mad Hatter's former friend and Red's worst enemy for reasons of her being the "good girl" in school and ratting on the "trouble-makers"(My thoughts on Big Bad (guy or gal) lol Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(My thoughts for Ariel:nsfwSpoiler: Click to Show/Hide(Click to Show/Hide(Click to Show/Hide(Click to Show/Hide(not the nose piercing though *saunters in...*You do realize that not only have you created a Chrystal-Bait game here, sweetness, but you've also pre-defined my character, assuming that is you will allow me to claim Big Bad? Human(hope you don't mind me jumping in here rather than expressing an interest first in your interest check thread? Oh, yay! Chrystal as big bad?! This just got all kinds of interesting. Hmm, current notion for the Huntsman:(Huntsman, underworld right hand, wise guy and enforcer. Randall Hunt started as a good guy, high school all star, college athlete and poster perfect Marine. Things started going bad in the Middle East, though, when the lines between good and evil started to blur: shooting civilians didn't quite jibe with Americana. He came back early on a psych discharge that was quietly ignored to put the good old boy on the local Force, where things plummeted from bad to worse. The underbelly was worse than he'd ever imagined, and every cruelty helped feed the fat cats at the top. The final nail was the Queen, and her insidious suggestions that if you can't beat 'em, you ought join 'em. It started slow at first, a couple favors, but he took to it with knack; within months Hunt was bringing back the first heart, torn from the chest of a street dealer who'd cut the Queen out. Today he's the Queen's right-hand running half the city's crime, with the PD in his pocket. When you've got all your dreams, though, it's impossible not to have a few regrets; and to wonder if maybe, with the right girl, you could throw it all away and start something new. Note: yes, he is going to be rife with anachronistic slang. Lovely girl:sounds like a match made in hell! I'll add her to the list in a moment. Chreestafer:You had said he was shooting (sorry, bad pun) for an archery scholarship, right? SO I'd assume he's on the HHS team. That's all the jock he needs to be. Chrystal:Oh, goddess, I love you :D Red just got all short of breath an' shit. Seriously, I see Red and BB as sort of 'Gang of Two' outcasts even among the outcasts at school. Rebels against conformity AND jackassedness. I have at least one more person who's expressed interest, waiting till they post here to set up a formal character sheet, which won't be much of a much. Basically name, pic, and bio. Going to try to get the world thread started this evening, with at least rough details and important NPCs. Maps always take me a while, but I want there to be one. Please be thinking about cool RP spots within Hematite City- I'll be happy to add custom stuff! This sounds like fun! I'd love to play one of the twins if someone took up Hansel's role.Otherwise, I'll try and brainstorm a bit and think of another character. 3 The Palace: Palace Heights, a neighborhood located on the east side of Hematite City, is the center of money and wealth, the must-have address for anyone who's anyone. It's heavily patrolled both by the HCPD and a local security agency, the Palace Guard, answerable only to the Neighborhood Council - which means to the Queen. A few locations within the Palace include:The Tower: A gleaming modern art deco skyscraper, this combines shops, services, condos, even a full gymnasium with pool and indoor court. Promotions claim you never need to leave the Tower, and the rumor is that some of Hematite's blue bloods never do, choosing to spend their lives in technological paradise behind heavy security and HEPA filters. The Tower(Palace Gardens: Following the traditions of the Luxembourg Gardens or Central Park, the Palace Gardens are a sprawling extravagance of baroque style that brutally highlights the difference between the East Side elite and the filthy, narrow tenement alleys where most of the citizens live. Palace Gardens(areas:Swan Bay: The eastern border of Hematite City, this includes a large marina and, to the north, a sizable shipping port in a much less esteemed region. Darkwood(aka the Woods): The opposite of the Palace in every way, the slums are an illogical mix of low income housing, condemned buildings teeming with squatters, and rust belt industry. It's also the most ethnically diverse region in the city with cultural pockets in which English is a second language. Crime rates are skyrocketing, riots are frequent and the police fear for their lives. Quote from: badger on 11-03-2015, 19:49:47The Palace: Palace Heights, a neighborhood located on the east side of Hematite City, is the center of money and wealth, the must-have address for anyone who's anyone. It's heavily patrolled both by the HCPD and a local security agency, the Palace Guard, answerable only to the Neighborhood Council - which means to the Queen. A few locations within the Palace include:... Interesting. I hadn't thought about the Queen being in residence- I'd imagined HC as more a fiefdom of Mr. Prince, where he can operate almost without oversight. However-definitely bears some consideration. If nothing else, it could be Prince's estate Well, would need to hear more about the Queen & Prince. I gathered they were having some sort of turf war, so assumed both were local (or at least, routinely present). Think of it more like feudal England, or old the old Electoral states of the Holy Roman Empire. IN theory, the Black Queen is the ruler of the entire land-she has the greatest single concentration of power, military, magical, and economic. BUT-that power is footed on the support of various regional Princes, Dukes, what have you. It's quite possible for a regional leader to do pretty much whatever the hell he or she pleases, so long as the appearance of loyalty to the sovereign is kept up. If one starts getting Imperial ambitions, he or she needs to form alliances, and work quietly to undermine the Throne, to avoid getting squashed before he's ready to move. Given that all the fiefdoms in Fairyland are relatively small-this is about where we are. Prince rules Hematite City de juries under the Queen and de facto for himself. He gives lip service to royalty, but plans to see himself on the throne soonish. And probably the queen in a bondage harness in his harem, but that's a whole other thing. As I said, I'll try to get some more explanation up in the World thread tonight or tomorrow. Quote from: Miyazawa on 11-03-2015, 19:39:47 This sounds like fun! I'd love to play one of the twins if someone took up Hansel's role. Otherwise, I'll try and brainstorm a bit and think of another character. 3Hansel still interests me, are we aloud 2nd characters? Quote from: Chreestafer on 11-03-2015, 21:02:02Hansel still interests me, are we aloud 2nd characters? I have no objection, if you feel you can keep up on them both adequately. Quote from: badger on 11-03-2015, 19:49:47Darkwood (aka the Woods): The opposite of the Palace in every way, the slums are an illogical mix of low income housing, condemned buildings teeming with squatters, and rust belt industry. It's also the most ethnically diverse region in the city with cultural pockets in which English is a second language. Crime rates are skyrocketing, riots are frequent and the police fear for their lives. Interested in this statement for a number of reasons:1) It assumes English is thefirstlanguage everywhere else. If we are on an alternate time-line, or even in a total fantasy universe, who is to say Thuringia Français't French (pun intended), or Latin, or even Cherokee or Kenya? I would always suggest, in a fantasy setting, using the term "Common Tongue", which was coined by J.R.R. Tolkien to describe the trade language spoken by humans, elves, Dwarves, Halflings and just about everyone else, in Middle Earth, and was adopted by TSR when they created the original D&D. Of course if the story is set in an alternate timeline then English could well be the common language.2) That aside, what other language(s) would be the first language in this area? Are we talking about other languages from modern day Earth, or other fantasy languages like Irish, Mandarin, Troll? (Klingon? Surely not!) I'm asking this, because the chances are that the character I create would come from such an area of the city (especially given NW's original spec). Quote from: lovely girl on 11-03-2015, 16:07:23Oh yay! Chrystal as big bad?! This just got all kinds of interesting. *grins*You haven't seen the character sheet I have in mind yet! Quote from: Nowhere woman on 11-03-2015, 19:02:08Chrystal: Oh, goddess, I love you :D Red just got all short of breath an' shit. Seriously, I see Red and BB as sort of 'Gang of Two' outcasts even among the outcasts at school. Rebels against conformity AND jackassedness.*Smirks*Me too. Selene is the mythical goddess of the moon, so an appropriate name for a werewolf. I was looking at a name like "Lupine Gradual", but Selene is prettier. Do you have a character sheet, or shall I just use my own standard one? Also, Quote from: Nowhere woman on 11-03-2015, 01:08:53The Big Bad (were)Wolf: (claimed) Red's best bud. I see her, in human form, as a pale Goth/leather head named Selene with long black hair and enough piercings to set off metal detectors next door, but that's just me. In his/her wolf form, (s)he's gigantic. Everyone thought she was normal, until the teasing of the Three Little's set her off (thanks, whoever suggested this- I think it was Nikolaus). Now she hangs out in The Woods, mostly, avoiding the Huntsman and the city SWAT team. Presumably she only hangs out there when she's in Wolf form, otherwise it's going to be a pretty boring game... And she still attends the high school whiled in human form? Chrystal, anything you have in mind will be delicious! Quote from: Chrystal on 11-03-2015, 22:48:34Interested in this statement for a number of reasons:1) It assumes English is the first language everywhere else. If we are on an alternate time-line, or even in a total fantasy universe, who is to say the Lingua Franca isn't French (pun intended), or Latin, or even Cherokee or Kenya? I would always suggest, in a fantasy setting, using the term "Common Tongue", which was coined by J.R.R. Tolkien to describe the trade language spoken by humans, elves, Dwarves, Halflings and just about everyone else, in Middle Earth, and was adopted by TSR when they created the original Damp;D. Of course if the story is set in an alternate timeline then English could well be the common language.2) That aside, what other language(s) would be the first language in this area? Are we talking about other languages from modern day Earth, or other fantasy languages like Irish, Mandarin, Troll? (Klingon? Surely not!) I'm asking this, because the chances are that the character I create would come from such an area of the city (especially given NW's original spec).*grins*English was an educated assumption based on the naming schemes presented so far and assuming default to the common culture, but can certainly be something else. For the rest, I'm awaiting more info on the world. My original impression was a basically real-world take on a mashup of fairy tales with an alternative flavor, but I think we're swerving into the modern fantasy genre with the werewolf and some mention of other magical beasties. Both are fun, but very different. I'd love to play as Snow White, she sounds like a character I'd enjoy immensely! If you have any suggestions on her background or anything else, I'd love hearing it. If not, then I'm sure I can come up with something decent ;) Quote from: Chreestafer on 11-03-2015, 21:02:02Hansel still interests me, are we aloud 2nd characters? If you think you can keep up with two characters, feel free to shoot me a PM, and we can brainstorm some ideas for approval. :) Quote from: badger on 11-03-2015, 23:01:39English was an educated assumption based on the naming schemes presented so far and assuming default to the common culture, but can certainly be something else. For the rest, I'm awaiting more info on the world. My original impression was a basically real-world take on a mashup of fairy tales with an alternative flavor, but I think we're swerving into the modern fantasy genre with the werewolf and some mention of other magical beasties. Both are fun, but very different. The werewolf character is actually the Big Bad Wolf from the story of Little Red Riding-hood, and the story of The Three Little Pigs, rather than being from any modern fantasy. I was thinking this was going to be a sort-of steam-punk style version of the TV series "Once Upon A Time" in terms of setting and characters, though not necessarily in terms of story. I think most people would just assume the "common" tongue is English, but in all honesty it only matters if people are likely to speak other languages - and given that this is a magical fairy tale realm, magic can be used to translate anyway! Please don't worry too much about my questions. I'm just being OCD about details. Whatever is decided I will be happy with. I raise questions now, so that I don't cause problems by raising them later! Edit to add:"My what a long tongue you have, Grandma!"" All the better to eat you out with, my dear!" Kind of thinking about this now, Thanks to Chrystal Hebei would put in my name for Alice Sweet girl, veryflaky because she's constantly high on shrooms. Stupidly curious and always sort of on the verge of getting in over her head. Sure, blame me... *snigger* Quote from: Chrystal on 12-03-2015, 01:53:14Sure, blame me... *snigger*He-he Love the idea of Alice as the class Stoner, Nymphadora. Let me know for sure, and I'll put in the claim. A heads-up: Not going to be able to work on the world thread tonight, have a friend in crisis. However, since the question has come up here (though it was loosely addressed in the interest thread):Briefly: the world will NOT be 'modern day' by any means. It will be somewhat time-unbound, a combination of typical 'once upon a time' non-differentiated fantasy kingdom and Steampunk sensibilities. OR the world of the PC game Arcane, if you ever played it. Some mechanism- but no flight-some magic-though mostly nothing incredibly showy. Travel is by steam buggy or enchanted carpet or broom, or plain old horse and carriage. Think the transitional-Industrial Revolution period in England. Back tomorrow with more, hopefully. Quote from: Nowhere woman on 12-03-2015, 03:01:42Love the idea of Alice as the class Stoner, Nymphadora. Let me know for sure, and I'll put in the claim. Awesome! Consider it official then, I'm hooked on the idea and hunting images already. Quote from: Nowhere woman on 11-03-2015, 22:02:51I have no objection, if you feel you can keep up on them both adequately. I should be ok to handle both of them :) .... If we have Snow White, we have to find a way to incorporate each of the Seven Dwarfs. The Seven Dwarfs:Business Education teachers. Each one as described by their names.Doc-The leader of the seven dwarfs and the class in which they teach, Doc wears glasses and often mixes up his words and may cause confusion to the students Grumpy -The one that does not wish to teach "snot-nosed brats". Thinks each of them will fail no matter how much they "learn" from them. Over time though, he warms up to them and would defend them in a pinch. He has the biggest nose of the dwarfs, and is frequently seen with one eye shut. Dopey -Dopey is the only dwarf who does not have a beard. He is clumsy and mute, with Happy explaining that he has simply "never tried" to speak. Happy also explains to the students what Dopey is trying to explain with only expression and hand movement. Bashful -Bashful is very shy and sweet. He is also described as cute. He also has a rosy bushy face and a small shy smile. All the girls seem to like him as he is also the most handsome of the Seven. He explains everything in sweet tone and helps everyone when they need or don't need it. Sneezy -Sneezy's name is earned by his extraordinarily powerful sneezes (caused by hay fever), which are seen blowing even the heaviest of objects across a room. This also explains why everyone leans away from him when he walks by them. Sleepy -Sleepy is always tired and appears laconic in most situations. Would rather sit in the teachers chair than do anything including teach, though he does have his moments. Happy -Happy is the joyous dwarf and is usually portrayed laughing. He finds laughter in everything, even the darkest of jokes and everything he teaches to the students. Sleepy and Princess Aurora should get on well...*giggles*Oh, and in this combination fairy tale land, is anyone playing the Black Queen? Whom, I would imagine, is also Maleficent, the Wicked Witch Of The West, The Queen of Hearts, the wicked stepmother (from Snow White and/or Cinderella) and all the rest? Dominique:I see Snow as an older woman, but still lovely, cold as her name. She may be a vampire, sipping from her girls to keep them under control and maintain her beauty, or possibly some sort of succubus, feeding off their sexual energy, driving them to self-destruction on the job. Quite possibly she's tried to recruit Red and/or Selene at one time or another-she's just that sleazy. For sure, she's gotten some HHS kids right at or shortly after graduation, sucking them in with the idea of easy money to get the hell out of town. Her girls work the Ruby Slipper casino, the Puss in Boots strip club, and, when they start to show signs of wear, the mine camps (there's an iron mine on the fringe of the city, more about that in the world thread). A lot of them are drug mules, though Snow doesn't handle that side of things directly-only security and 'entertainment' for the clubs. Chem's come through Due and Dee. The twins in theory work for Snow, but in truth they also report to Mr. Prince-checks and balances all around. Adding the claim. Nikolaus:*chuckle* You keep coming up with cool ideas. I could ALSO see The Seven as enforcers-dwarves oversee the human labor at the iron mine and aren't very nice about it... But I think they're better left as NPCs, whatever form they take; I really don't think we want 7 more people essentially playing one character, or to make one person plays eve. Amazed no one has wanted to take up Pretty Boy Charming Jr. :D World Thread is begun. To wait another day or two to be sure no one else wants a character claim, then this or another post will be open for formal CS. Hmm... You are quite the woman, when coming up with additions to characters that even I haven't thought of. The Dwarves Enforcers could also be Campus Security. *grins* And yes! Definitely keep them as NPC's though. Miyazawa and I have been working on the twins a bit of a background, and the more we delve into them the more fun I realise I'm going to have :) *chuckles*It's a funny thing, but I've often thought about trying to do an adult version of Hansel & Gretel, but I've always been put off by Hansel being male. I will be interested to see what you come up with. Phew! Chreestafer - sent our rough outline to Nowhere woman and got approval. Let me know if I need to fill out any character sheets and whatnot. ^^ A few quick updates to the world thread- I'm still trying to come up with a map that doesn't look like a kid's scrawl. I may just have to bite the bullet and inflict my pathetic art skills on you all, and then hide my face. If there are areas or NPCs you'd like to see, let me know, I'll do me best to work them in. Quote from: Nowhere woman on 13-03-2015, 22:13:04and inflict my pathetic art skills on you all, and then hide my face. Lol - I don't think anyone would judge you! No-one is going to judge, but I suggest using a simple art program like Paint, or even something like Adobe Paint shop or Corral draw if you have one. Maps drawn by hand look great when you draw them, but the following day always look terrible! I know this from personal experience! As for areas to be worked in, you mentioned steam power, so would there be a railway station? Quote from: Chrystal on 13-03-2015, 22:54:20As for areas to be worked in, you mentioned steam power, so would there be a railway station? I had thought not, because railroads imply a faster and easier mode of travel than would work well- but let me think about that some. Quote from: Nowhere woman on 13-03-2015, 23:07:57I had thought not, because railroads imply a faster and easier mode of travel than would work well- but let me think about that some. When was the last time you travelled anywhere by train? ... *giggles*No, seriously though, steam engines in the early years of railways were NOT that fast. I'm sure you've seen the Western movie where the train robbers or Indians (cf Native Americans) ride alongside the train and jump off the horses onto it? Railways did not originate as fastens of transport, they originated as a means of moving heavy loads over uneven ground - If you have mines, and you have steam power, you WILL have steam railways because railways originated in mines, and coal from mines is used to make steam! I'm not talking about The Flying Scotsman here... I'm talking about things like this...(Steam powered Railcars were actually fairly slow. Furthermore, I think the fastest they could go was what...25 miles per hour? If that. Not to mention, the gears would break apart a third of the time. Lol Quote from: Nikolaus on 14-03-2015, 06:32:35Steam powered Railcars were actually fairly slow. I think the fastest they could go was what...25 miles per hour? If that. Not to mention, the gears would break apart a third of the time. Lobby the 1960s, steam locomotives could haul a loaded passenger train at over 100 mph - The Flying Scotsman, the Mallard (which holds the record for the fastest steam locomotive at 125 mph). But in the 1800s, steam locomotives generally ran at little more than a walking pace, but the point was not speed but power - when digging coal out of the ground and hauling it to a steel mill, your cheapest source of power was the coal itself. Railways have existed for millennia - rutted cart tracks are an effective form of railway. The Romans used wooden rails to allow mine carts to be pulled easily out of mines. These were usually slave powered. Horses were used for centuries to pull carts along rails. There is evidence to suggest that wooden rails may have been used in the construction of the pyramids and Stone Henge. But one steam locomotive could pull as much coal as twenty horses, at a fraction of the cost and at about the same speed. Okay, [/history-lesson] ... NW, your choice whether we have a railway system or not. Faster!= fast. Consider that a horse and carriage would be lucky to make 25–30 miles a DAY, even in the late 18th century, as opposed to in an hour. Roman Legions could march roughly 15–20 miles in a 7-hour day- but only over roads they had made. However, the load issue is a valid point. There will be a rail system, but not for general passenger use. Freight only. Which isn't to say someone couldn't use it for another purpose. OK, Real Life and some health crap got in my way, but I'm getting back into the game. The Character Sheet (thread is up, I've made drafts for the opening scene of the game, and hope to be filling in more details on the world thread tonight. Are we allowed to post right to the Character thread (therefore able to edit as we develop) or do you want the sheets PMed first? Quote from: Nowhere woman on 17-03-2015, 15:59:34Faster!= fast. Consider that a horse and carriage would be lucky to make 25–30 miles a DAY, even in the late 18th century, as opposed to in an hour. Roman Legions could march roughly 15–20 miles in a 7-hour day- but only over roads they had made. However, the load issue is a valid point. There will be a rail system, but not for general passenger use. Freight only. Which isn't to say someone couldn't use it for another purpose. Sorry to disagree, but a walking horse can manage around 5 mph, a trotting horse about 10 mph, a canter is about 15mph and a gallop is anything up to 40 mph depending on the horse. Another history lesson, sorry. Roman legions marched at the pace of the slowest vehicle, generally an ox cart. And a horse has much greater stamina than a human and can go a lot further without rest. In the American Civil War, General Sherman cut his army loose from his supplies at Atlanta and marched 300 miles to Savannah over 36 days. That's an average of between 8 and 9 miles a day, but stopping on the way to fight several battles and deal with captured prisoners! In 207 B.C. Claudius Nero dragged six thousand men over 336 miles in six days to defeated Hasdrubal and then marched back up Italy to face off with Hannibal. The march down the peninsula must have been achieved at around 45 miles a day. In 1066, Harold Godwin marched his army from London to York (a distance of about 200 miles) in four days, an average of 50 miles a day! And he didn't have any cavalry. He then defeated Harald Hardware at Stamford Bridge, then, three days later, William Duke of Normandy landed on the south coast. When he got word, Harold marched his exhausted army South again, taking a lot longer this time because he needed to rally more troops as he went as many of the veterans of Stamford Bridge had deserted. This was the main reason Harold lost this second battle as it happens! The most famous "comp" of recent times was during the 1982 Falklands War. After disembarking from ships at San Carlos on East Falkland, on 21 May 1982, Royal Marines and members of the Parachute Regiment romped (and "tabbed") with their equipment across the islands, covering 56 miles (90 km) in three days carrying 80-pound (36 kg) loads. And yay, character sheet! Um. I need to remember what my character was, now...! *giggles* Is anything happening on this? Since I've only gotten 2 sheets since the thread went up, I'm thinking interest has drifted. Perhaps I should suspend it until a more opportune time. That sucks, but if interest ever gets back up. I'll still be in. :) I'm still trying to figure out a character. I tell you what would help, though? Not just for me but I think this would actually help encourage people to create characters: Do a character sheet template for people to fill in. It doesn't have to be compulsory, but I think it will help people know what sort of characters you are looking for. I have tried getting people to join a group game where I wanted them to create their characters from scratch with no guidance from me, and it was really difficult, even with just a group of my friends. One actually refused to join the game because I wouldn't create a blank sheet. A lot of folk will be thinking "Okay, where do I start?" If you give clues like Name, age, species, gender, height, weight, build, likes, dislikes, personality and history, people can come up with details to fill those. But those are very general - for a game like this you might want other info: special powers, for example, or what the character does for a living. That is what we need to know, really. I'm still interested, I've just not gotten a chance to get a CS up and with the lack of activity, sort of forgot. *blushes* One person pulled out via PM, and that plus the dearth of response to the char sheet call kinda put me in neutral as far as continuing to work on it. If folks besides Gaga and Restorer ARE still into it, I'll spend some more bandwidth on it. Quote from: Nymphadora on 26-03-2015, 15:31:12I'm still interested, I've just not gotten a chance to get a CS up and with the lack of activity, sort of forgot. *blushes*Same hear, actually! I remembered last night (my time) and checked to see what was happening. Since I still only have 2 character sheets, it appears folks have gotten busy (it happens) or lost interest (which also happens)Going to suspend this until the summer, when hopefully we're all a bit less loaded down, myself included. That's busy season for myself. =(lol

Into the Woods (Dark Fairy Tales) OOC_ Character list_concepts_claims-SUSPENDED|rating:2.0

Return to Rhianon (Rayne and Stairc)

“Oh! Rue tries this one!” A green drink was thrust into her hands by a smiling friend. She smiled back, drank it down, laughing as her friend pulled her towards the dance floor. Bright lights and loud music throbbed through her. Her first college party had begun. A short while later, she stumbled into the apartment kitchen, picking up a small container with jello in it that was sitting in a pile of similar containers on the counter. She saw people nearby downing them and laughing. She opened the container and swallowed the decidedly non-cafeteria style jello, then went back to the dance floor. The strap on her black tank top slipped off her shoulder, but she didn’t care, starting to dance once again.” I- I have to Getty some are…” She shouted to the guy she was dancing with as a brief lull came in the songs. She stumbled to the door, her face flushed, and after some surprising difficulty twisted the handle and stumbled out into the hall. It was crowded with other students and smoke. Red solo cups littered the ground and seemed to be trying to trip her up. She reached the staircase and gripped the railing tightly as she made her way down three flights, before pushing open a final door and staggering out into the cool September night… the rainy, cool September night. She’d forgotten all about the storm. For a moment she considered going back inside, but despite the rain it still felt nice being out in the open air. There were still people around, but far fewer now. A pair of party goers nearby stood together, making out. Another small cluster were smoking, shoulders hunched as they huddled under a tree. Water droplets ran through her honey blond hair and dripped down her cheeks. After a moment, she turned away from the other people standing around and walked over to the corner of the building near the alley. She felt a little unsteady and put her hand to the wall for balance as she walked. She felt so free and excited; finally doing all the crazy college things she had only dreamed of months ago back home. Of course, she wasn’t being very smart, as she wandered away from everybody else and drew closer and closer to the dark side alley. He was walking through the streets, striding through the alleyways as he sniffed the air. The scent of the party was confused. Some female in there, some girl buried in the noise and music, was likely ripe prey... But he couldn't determine which from here. He would spend a long night sifting through the confusion until he found a fresh girl vulnerable to his attentions. Just week his last girl had been sold off, fully trained and entirely broken, for a tidy profit. But he couldn't just sit idly by on his wealth. He was an Incubus. And Incubihunted. As he passed the alleyway his nose crinkled. A strong, fragrant scent had snared through the fog of sensations... His eyes glittered as they alighted on the girl. Perfect. She seemed to have some weakness. He wouldn't know how much until he began training her of course. Quite a bit of luck." Hey there." He smiled to her, flashing an impossibly handsome grin as he strode to her side. "What's a girl doing out all alone in the rain?" At the voice she jumped, her gaze lifting from the ground as she blinked at the man standing before her. He had come out of the alley. That alone should have sent alarm bells through her thoughts, but jumbled as they were with drink, she just smiled at him in return. A smile like that demanded she return it, after all. Not to mention he was cute. Actually, not cute, handsome. Tall dark and handsome.” Ya know-getting some air. It’s so crowded in there.” She explains, shrugging with a smile still on her lips as she brushes some dripping hair back from her face.” A little rain never killed anyone.” She added. She wore a black tank top and red checkered skirt, something almost catholic school uniforms. Actually, it was. She thought it would be ironic to wear her old school skirt to her first party. The nuns would probably say she was going right to hell for that, and that was half the reason she decided to do it. "Agreed. I prefer my girls all wet." His eyes sparkled with mischief as his fingers trailed along the curve of her hair, sending a trickle of lust into her. How vulnerable would she be? ”And who said I was your girl?” She asked-not in a harsh ‘buzz off’ sort of way, but more so flirting in tone, her face flushing a little as she held his gaze. Her pulse quickened as his fingers brushed her cheek, and her eyes flickered in reaction. Her mind started to race, arousal stirring within her as she clenched her hands at her sides, struggling not to get overwhelmed just by the presence of this attractive guy. He moved closer to her, much closer... His body slowly pressing hers up against the wall. His mouth whispered forward, murmuring into her ear." I did." His mouth claimed hers in a smoldering kiss. Now... Would she respond to his dominance? Was she indeed vulnerable? Her breath hitched as he suddenly invaded her personal space, her eyes widening a little with alarm and surprise as she stepped back. But… as she did, he just moved closer-trapping her against the cold cement wall. Needless to say, her heart beat even faster, and her blush deepened.” Um- ah-“She didn’t even begin to protest before simply faltering and giving up on whatever she was going to say. She wasn’t really sure she was going to say anything. She was finding it hard to think of anything. And that was before he kissed her. The minute that happened… well she pretty much crumbled completely, melting at his attention as she returned the kiss. Somehow the entire situation just sent a spark through her that set her on fire. She stirred, she moved, she seemed to feel the warmth of life along her keel... He could feel the heat bubbling up within her as she melted into him, his hand flowing through her slick hair. Yes, she was vulnerable. She was his prey. He sent a pulse of lust rushing through her, gathering in her loins, the cold rain speckling her skin. Her hands reached up, finding their place-one on his shoulder, the other on the back of his neck. She had to stretch up a little to kiss him, but she did so happily, clinging to him as they kissed, and she felt the warmth spreading through her at the thrilling sensation. In fact… this feeling was stronger than she had ever felt it before. Strong and sudden-She had never been so aware of the space between her thighs as she was at that moment, as her sex suddenly began to ache. A small quiver ran through her and her hands on him clenched as she pulled him to her even more. She wasn’t thinking by now-some deeper instinct driving her. "Beautiful." He breathed, his hands flowing over her breasts, lighting fires of aching longing along her creamy skin as he slowly slid her top away... Baring her skin to the kiss of the rain. His mouth tasted her neck. He didn’t pull her shirt over her head-she wasn’t sure how he removed it. She just knew that it was suddenly gone. She should have been cold between the rain and the cold cement wall now touching her skin. But she wasn’t, she felt incredible warmth from within her, and from him. The rain was just small pinpricks of cold that made everything sharper. As he began to kiss her neck and touch her body she leaned her head back against the wall and shut her eyes, her breathing audibly heavy as she panted with her quickly swelling desire. This wasn’t even natural. Everywhere he touched she began to ache. All he was doing was kissing her, and she nearly sounded like she was going to start moaning soon. Her expression was clearly already one of enraptured arousal. His eyes glittered as he pressed his lips to the curve of her breast, kissing first one nipple then the other." I think I'll take you in the rain." He whispered into her as he softly slid her skirt away, pressing her into the rain-slicked brick wall." You want it... Don't you? Don't try to lie." Everywhere he touched began to ache… and everywhere he kissed seemed to pulse, to throb with life and sensation. Her nipples perked, hardened, and she moaned softly as he kissed them, her back gently arching against the cold wall behind her. Was this really happening? Was she really going to give in so easy? Yes… yes she was. She had never imagined herself as being the girl to have a one-night stand… but she’d never felt like…this before. She didn’t even notice him remove her skirt, much like her shirt… it was just gone. And then she was nodding, her eyes wide but heated with lust and desire.” I do, I do.” She answered, her voice as gripped with lust as the rest of her. "You sound like you're pledging to marry me." His eyes danced fires of amusement as his lips played with hers, tongue twisting around hers as his leggings misted away into the night. His thickness claimed her with a strength and power that would make her melt around him as he slid into her sheathe. His observation made her blush, looking briefly taken aback. She did realize how ridiculously eager she seemed, she just found it hard to help herself. But then he leaned in to kiss her, and she didn’t even try to pretend she didn’t want it. A thrill raced through her, her body singing with desire. And then he filled her. Arching, moaning, she trembled with pleasure, her hands clenching tight on his back as she clung to him. It felt so good to just feel him slide inside her… so right. Her body quivered, ready and eager for him to begin fucking her in earnest. "Moaning already... You're loving this, aren't you? Such an adorable little kitten." A rope appeared from... Somewhere, misting into being as he tied her wrists above her head, lashing them to a pole jutting out from the wall. Then he rammed into her like a jackhammer, thundering into her core. Her face flushed again. Some part of her knew this behavior was embarrassing, was sluttish… but this desire. It was so intense. And drink had made her inhibitions all but disappear. She was embracing life, embracing her new-found freedom… maybe just a bit too much. Speaking of freedom… all of a sudden she found him taking her hands from his shoulders. She blinked, saw a flash of rope in his own hands, then gasped, finding her wrists suddenly bound and pulled over her head.” Wha-aHH!” She cried out, her back arching and hands clenching into fists as he slammed inside her. The ropes pulled taunt against her skin, digging in just a little, but she neither noticed nor cared. He fucked her and fucked her hard, and all she could do now was take it, trapped between him and the wall. She writhed and squirmed, unable to escape him, and moaned wildly with pleasure as she felt some deep part in her respond like nothing you could imagine. "A good, warm woman... The best of playthings." He chuckled, gripping her hips as he rammed his thick, hot, throbbing cock into her - raindrops speckling her skin, running between her breasts. But he wasn't satisfied. Wasn't nearly satisfied. She was still thinking coherently... Her first time should be more enjoyable than that. He sent a pulse of hot magic through her, driving her into a feline heat that would have made a tigress' toes curl. Playthings-another part of her thoughts stirred, not sure if she wanted tower plaything. She was bound, in a back alley… was this maybe too much trust? The moment the thought passed through her mind it was as if he sensed it. Immediately afterward she felt her desire flare up, blindingly intense. A pitiful moan passed her lips that was gripped with need and her sex squeezed around his cock hard. Suddenly the ache inside her was so intense it pained her. Thinking of him pulling out, of this ending… no. He had to keep fucking her, had to fill her.” Harder- MMM ohh harder!” She begged, her body taunt with intense want. Even as he fucked her, it didn’t feel deep or hard enough somehow. It had to be more now. "That's the spirit." He cackled, his massive cock reaming her cunt, ramming into her, thundering into her hot, tight, clenching core as he fucked her absolutely crazy, his hips crashing into hers as he jammed his cock into her eager, greedy cunt. The was tied at the knees too now, hanging suspended over the ground, pressed against the rain slicked wall as he ripped her clothes off, exposing her entirely to the rain as he rode her like a rodeo. She moaned wildly as he fucked her, her nails biting into her palms as she clenched her hands so tight. A small gasp passed her lips when he tore her bra off, but she hardly cared. Most of her attention was consumed by the pleasure of his cock pounding her again and again. At least, until on one particular thrust that nearly lifted her off her feet he sudden brought forth more rope. One went below her right knee… then her left, then both were pulled up nearly to her chest and spread. She wasn’t sure where he was finding so many anchors for these ropes, but all of a sudden she found herself practically tied to the wall, her limbs spread and helpless, her body completely vulnerable and open to him. It was lewd, a little scary… but also erotic. She squirmed, testing the bindings, and moaned again as he thrust inside her again. She felt like a hole to be filled, and yet it just felt suitor godhood. "Beautiful..." He purred, working a six-inch aphrodisiac-soaked dildo into her ass... The aphrodisiac itself acting as the lubricant necessary to slide it into her. "I think I'll come to like you very, very much." He thrust the bumpy dildo in all the way up to its hilt even as his cock plunged its full length into her cunt. A sound almost like a whimper… but also like a groan came from her as the dildo filled her ass. It stretched her to bursting, or so it seemed. She squirmed again, looking overwhelmed, panting as the aphrodisiac sunk in. Fucking shit she couldn’t take this! Her body trembled for many moments, aching fiercely with a desire unlike she’d ever even imagined before. She couldn’t think. There was only room left to feel. To feel the thick dildo in her ass… to feel the warm, thick incredible cock in her sex. Her cunt clenched again and again, her body going into fits of tremors as she was getting so overwhelmed. Fuck, she was going to cum soon. She couldn’t take this… but she still wanted so much more. He kissed her, fiercely, passionately, as he fucked her like a thunderbolt. Yes... This was the woman for him. He'd take very good care of her. He snapped his fingers and the dildo suddenly started vibrating wildly in her ass, fucking her of its own accord, as his cock broke into her womb. Her moans were growing louder, more impassioned- though muffled by his lips as they shared a kiss. Her body arched. Water dripped and ran down her body, between her breasts, through her hair, along her arms and thighs. Cock. That was all she felt, all she cared about. The cold, the wet, the ropes-those were all secondary to the pleasure, which was now reaching new heights. Feeling the dildo suddenly spring to life she bucked, letting out a shriek as she came sudden and hard, unable to take any more stimulation at once. "Yes... Cum for me pet." He whispered, eyes gleaming as he kissed the shrieking girl. She was darling, tender and eager, sensitive and hungry for more... And she molded to his magic like clay in his hands. He would keep her. She was his. He was fortunate to find a pet so beautiful. Teased her breasts, fingers rasping over her rock-hard nipples as his cock claimed her hot, slick, orgasming sheathe... Melting her into pure, frenzied lust. Conscious mortals could not travel between the worlds... Unless Raven himself summoned them. He needed her to pass out. And he knew how to do it. Crying out loudly with pleasure she bucked in her bindings, losing it as she came. Her walls milked his rock hard cock… but he didn’t cum with her. He just kept going and going. Moaning wildly, she tossed her head from side to side, her eyelashes fluttering as her eyes nearly rolled back. Over her head her hands clenched again, her toes curled, and her chest heaved outward, especially as his fingers teased her nipples. Rosy red, tight and hard as little thimbles. Even they throbbed with the pleasure singing through her. And yet even as she came, even as he overwhelmed her by not stopping… she still craved more. She still didn’t want it to end. She threw her head back and moaned passionately, feeling like she was unraveling as he fucked her well on her way towards a second climax. Furthermore, she was gorgeous in the rain, bound to the wall, her breasts heaving with exertion as he fucked her like a lion would his mate, like a centaur would his mare. Most girls would have passed out long ago... But though her eyes nearly rolled back into her skull her she was still awake, still conscious, still craving more." You're fantastic." He breathed, slapping her ass playfully - the dildo taking it as a sign that it should 'giddy up'... Which it promptly did, vibrating like crazy and fucking her up the ass nearly twice as fast, deep and hard as before... Until she could feel it all the way to her tailbone. "I can't wait to collar you!" She shrieked, bucking as he slapped her. But it wasn’t the slap that made her react as if he’d just stuck an electric rod up her cunt. No, it was the vibrating dildo going insane inside her-which was a little bit like an electric rod inside her with how wild it was. In fact, it was too wild. Within moments, she was thrashing, wailing as she came a second time in what felt like as many minutes. Her eyes were glazed over, unfocused. Sight was even too much to focus on right now. She moaned unintelligibly, straining against the bindings as she came. But the fucking still didn’t stop. Too much-much too much. She gave one last wild moan before going limp-passing out cold. Her head dropped, her body slumped… yet inside her sex gave a few weak contractions in the aftershocks of orgasm. He slowed inside her as she passed out, stilling the dildo, kissing his pet softly... Savoring the feel of her warm, wet skin. He burst in her sheathe, her unconscious cunt milking his cock as he pumped her full of warm, hot cum. When she awoke, she'd be in a pet basket comforted by lush pillows, placed beside his hammock in a sunny green field as he relaxed and enjoyed the day. She stirred, slowly coming to. We...where was she? What had happened? She was naked. Opening her eyes she found that she was no longer in the alley. In fact...sitting up and looking around she saw she was no longer in the city at all, and the man from before was still with her. "Who are you? And... Where are we?" She asked, frowning with confusion as she reached up and felt a collar on her neck. She was starting to get a bad feeling about this. Last night had been amazing of course, but why was she here? "I took you home." His eyes cracked open as he rolled over in the hammock, looking down at her adoringly." Welcome to Rhiannon my lovely pet." "Home?" she repeated, frowning again, her brows drawing together in a look of concern and confusion. Pet... Rhiannon. She climbed to her feet, facing him and clenched her hands at her sides. "I don't think I asked to come home with you. I want to go back" she tells him. She didn't remember much of what she said last night. Between the drinks and the lust it was really all a blur. "No you don't." He chuckled, his hand gliding over her thigh... Sending maddening lust sparking through her, a feline-like heat." You wouldn't leave your Master, would you?" "Master? I never-" her breath hitched, her face immediately flushing as the intense desire stirred within her. Her breasts, her sex, both seemed to pulse then ache. "I... I can't stay here." She protests, taking a step back from him even as her body yearned for his touch. "Yes you can." He beamed, rising from the hammock to press her tight against him." I'll take beautiful care of you Ruby. I promise, you'll love it here." "But no. I-" She tried to protest, but the feel of his warm body against hers was simply too much of a distraction. Biting her lip she squirmed against him, her breasts rubbing his chest as her nipples hardened, and her sex grew just a little damp. What was with her body around him? This wasn't natural. "What's that?" He chuckled, finding her absolutely adorable as his fingers slid between her thighs, pinching her clit, then sliding into her core." What does the lovely Ruby want?" "I- Ah!" she gave a sharp gasp, a thrill surging through her as he pinched down on the sensitive bud. Her arms by now had moved from her sides to wrap around his shoulders, clinging to him as her body knew what it wanted, even while her mind was still struggling to adapt to her new situation. But she wasn't sure how to handle this... Putting it off and dealing with her desire seemed like a good idea. "I want you-again." She admits, nuzzling against his neck and trembling as his finger dipped inside her. Her sex clenched, and her breathing was already ragged with the intensity of her lust. "I love that about you." He smiled, searing her lips with a kiss. "You're such an adorable kitten." Suddenly there were stakes in the ground, which he shackled her to on all fours, his warm hands stroking her, massaging her breasts, pinching her nipples. "Mmmmnnn..." moaning against his lips as he kissed her she didn't notice the stakes... At least until he pushed her down on her hands and knees and started to bind her to them, her thighs spread wide apart, her ass stuck up in the air. "How-mm... did you do... that?" she bit her lip, her sex clenching again as he pinched her nipples. Ruby remembered the ropes from last night. She thought being drunk had made her inattentive. But he really was making these things just appear from thin air. But how? "I'm your Master." He explained, kissing her softly. "I have a little magic. How else do you think I brought you here?" His cock slowly began to rub against her pussy's desperately hungry petals, teasing her to distraction." Don't worry pet, I'll take beautiful care of you... And make you cum like you've never cummed before." Rhiannon… wait… that didn’t sound like any towns she knew of. But… no there were a lot of places she didn’t know of, it was probably somewhere far away from her college. Feeling his cock rubbing against her, she moaned, losing her train of thought almost immediately. It didn’t matter where she was… she could go home in a day or two. Get a cab or something to take her back. For now there was sex to be had. Her thighs spread a little wider, inviting his advances. "That's much better." He smiled encouragingly, kissing her neck as he rammed his hot, throbbing, incredibly THICK cock into her cunt, riding her like a rodeo. There was noting as enjoyable as a good, fresh pet to break in. ”OOHHHHH!” Moaning as he rammed inside her, she arched beneath him, her head thrown back and expression dissolving into rapture. His cock was so big, so thick. Fuck it felt so good. More moans, a shudder-she was gone just like that. Her hands clenched, and her sex squeezed, her body responding to him immediately with a natural submissiveness and insatiable desire. A part of her mind knew this was wrong, knew she needed to get home… but it was being buried under sensation and pleasure. He rode her like a stallion rode a mare, fucking her until she screamed... But not letting her cum, not yet." Good girls don't cum without Master's permission." He explained to her. She moaned wildly, passionately, her head thrown back, and her body arched beautifully. She was leaning back into his thrusts, her thighs spread open wide, her breasts bouncing and swaying about as his thrusts sent jolts through her body. A body that sang with pleasure. Eventually he thrust in so hard she screamed, the pleasure was so intense, but her climax eluded her. So close yet she couldn’t reach it. Permission? Her face flushed. But oh she just wanted more.” Please, please let me cum. This feels societies godhood.” She moaned. Shame burned in her chest, but the desire was stronger. "You forgot to call me by title," He chuckled, fucking her wild." Try again little pet..." Title… had he given her a title to use? She groaned, frustration soaked in her voice.” Master pleaseeeeee….” She begged, shaking, her body taunt as a bow string about to snap. "And... You win the prize." He crowed, releasing the spell that trapped her pleasure,"Gush for me pet, cum for your Master! Soak my cock in your loyal, lovely juices." The sight of her, the feel of her, the heat of her writhing in his power... Perfect prey. It had been so long, too long, ferociously long since he'd had a woman so tender and vulnerable to his power. Oh, the things he could do to her, would do to her... He could throw her head-first into an ocean of ecstasy and make sure she never came up for air. She was HIS! Prize?” AHHH!” She bucked under him, screaming out in pleasure as he shoved in deep and she shattered. She shattered. The pleasure felt so good, so intense, a dam breaking, waves crashing over her. She didn’t fight it. She let it consume her. Her hands clenched in the grass beneath her, her body quivered and shook, her eyes practically rolled back as she was utterly overwhelmed. Her inner muscles clenched and squeezed, gripping around his thick hard member… and just like he demanded, her juices burst from her core, soaking his member, overflowing and dripping out around it- at least where there was room. This ocean of ecstasy he offered… it made her forget all about her home, her responsibilities. All she could think of was how this wonderful cock felt within her. "You're learning... I love watching that." He beamed, his lips melting hers as his cock claimed her core. She was his, his pet, his slave, his pleasure-toy. Most importantly though, she was his prey. He hungered for her, hungered for her to purr in pleasure... To hear the sweetest words a woman could offer him. Yes... Master. His mouth turned to her breasts now as he freed the girl from her bindings and pinned her to the ground beneath him." Do you understand things a bit better now?" She moaned against his lips, quivering even now, the pleasure gripping her tightly for many more moments. But slowly, slowly, the pleasure slipped away, the climax ending. Her body quieted. His lips left hers, and she took in a breath-then a gasp as he suddenly pushed her over, onto her back, in the grass and pinned her there.” Mmmmnnnn…. Mmmhmmm…” She moaned softly as he teased her breasts, but managed a nod when he asked about her understanding.” So… no… going back…?” She eventually asked, thinking of school and home briefly. But it seemed dull in comparison. A black and white world… while she was on the precipice of a world in full, glorious color. "You're mine for good." He grinned, a roguish answer to her question. His hand stroked small, clockwise circles over her belly." Glad to see you're picking up on it quick." He kissed the black leather and metal collar that now hugged her neck. "Besides, I promise you're going to love being my pet in Rhiannon a lot more than being anything else in that dusty world you call 'Earth'." For good… his… she blinked up at his gorgeous face, his handsome features, and smiled just a little. Reaching up, she stroked his cheek. There could be worse fates. She settled down, her eyes hazy, and practically seemed to purr as he stroked her belly gently. However, when he mentioned her being his pet a small frown wrinkled her warm expression.” Not girlfriend?” She asked, clearly misunderstanding. She thought, or just hoped, all these references of master so far were nothing more than a game. Furthermore, she didn’t realize just how different this world was… and that the first romance she was tumbling into was not really as deep and romantic as she might have hoped. "Girlfriend?" He laughed, "Why you're adorable!" He clipped her leash to her collar and tugged on it affectionately. "I'm going to enjoy owning you." Hearing his laughter she scowled at him, her eyes narrowing.” What is so wrong with the idea of me being your girlfriend? Why can’t you be ok with that? What makes you think you get to own me?” She asked, digging in her heels and not moving an inch as he tugged on the collar around her neck. She grimaced, reaching up to try and take it off. His eyes flashed as he grabbed her and forced her to the ground beneath him, a low growl rumbling in his throat." I'm the predator. You're the prey. I've made you scream in ecstasy and beg for more. I plucked you from the herd and made you melt to my touch in an ally. You don't have control. I do. You'refine." His magic sent an orgasm crashing through her, her breasts expanding rapidly as they suddenly squirted milk in time with her orgasm... Before shrinking back down again to normal size. As he suddenly grabbed her she let out a shout-wincing as he shoved her down, pinning her to the ground. She tried to pull free and could not move, squirming helplessly.” Go to-“She starts to snap when suddenly a wave of sensation crashed over her. And she was screaming. Not in surprise, not in pain. She bucked and screamed, climax crashing over her. She felt her breasts swell, balloon up, and pleasure seared through her nipples, making her wail as they squirted. Her entire body arched, her hands clenching as the intense sensation rocked through her. Then her breasts shrank, and she collapsed back, panting and shaking. How could he do these things? She didn’t understand. "Getting the picture?" He growled, "I like you girl, but not as a girlfriend." His fingers burst into her molten core, "You make a pretty pet." She understood. She didn’t like it- but there was little she could do it seemed. Every time she tried to resist he threw her down and had his way with her- and she loved it. This time was no different. As his fingers thrust within her, she gasped and tightened around him, her hips arching and thighs spread open for him, accepting his invasion. "There's a good pet." He smiled down at her, pulling his fingers out after he pushed her to another orgasm. "Now be a good girl and get up. We're going for a walk." He gave her leash a little tug. Several thrusts of his fingers and again she was moaning in climax, writhing in the grass helplessly. But just like that he pulled his fingers from her, leaving her panting and aching as she slowly came back down. When he tugged this time she was quite exhausted from the two climaxes-too tired to argue. She pulled in a deep breath and got up, following him quietly. He led the girl walking through the dazzling wildflower fields of Rhiannon's western fields for nearly two hours - taking time every twenty minutes or so to fuck her to another quick orgasm. He wanted her body conditioned to crave his, until feeling him became an addiction for her. Getting her similarly addicted to the taste of his cum wouldn't hurt either. But first he had a debt to settle up with. And that's why they were going to see the hounds. The wildflowers were bright and colorful, their scents so heady and strong she found it hard to think as clearly as before. Or maybe it was that he was fucking her every twenty minutes or so, making her wail and writhe in orgasm each and every time. Every time it exhausted her a little bit more, wore away at her thoughts of resistance. He had brought her to a completely different world after all… even if she escaped him she would have no clue how to get home. So for now she followed him. Though if she knew where they were going she might have reconsidered fighting. Once they reached the forest he took her to a clearing and fucked her until she passed out. When she awoke, she'd be bound on all fours, blindfolded, gagged and have huge milk-filled breasts once more. They were massive enough to nestle under her, supporting her weight and keep her upright while shackled - at a pleasing angle. A forest. What were they doing here? She looked around, starting to wonder, when he threw her down and once more speared her cunt. She arched, shrieking, and moaned as he began to fuck her hard. Harder and harder, pushing her through climax after climax until her wail filled the night, and she came hard-bucking under him before her eyes rolled back and she passed out. Some time later she stirred from her sleep, groaning softly as she felt the ache within her chest. Her heavy chest. She opened her eyes and paused, turning her head left and right. It was pitch black. She felt fabric whisper over her cheeks. A blindfold? She reached up- or not, swallowing nervously and shifting as she felt the bindings now. One on each wrist and each leg, right below her knees, as well as at her ankles. She also could not close her mouth, something rubbery and round stuck between her lips. What was going on here? Her thighs were spread, her ass jutting up- and her breasts caught beneath her. Every shift of movement she felt them rub in the soft soil beneath her-large and swollen and heavy with milk. She felt panic swell within her, along with confusion.” Mphll! Appall!” She tried to cry out, squirming in the restraints. A hot panting sound padded closer to her... Warm breath suddenly steaming between her thighs. The sound of a dog panting. A hot, long tongue began to lap at her clit between her spread thighs. The man smiled as he watched the pack dog taste her. It always felt good to repay a favor. Panting… wait… that wasn’t a dog, was it? She froze in her restraints, turning her head towards the sound-then she jerked, yelping, as she felt the hot tongue lap at her clit. A dog was licking her! She shook her head and started to squirm in the restraints, her thighs straining at the bindings to try and pull her legs together. She could not have sex with a dog. The dog growled appreciatively, savoring her taste. He liked her. He'd take her. He reared up and mounted the bitch, his huge cock soaked in enough aphrodisiacs to drive even a nun desperate for a fuck... And began to rub all over her clit. No, no no this could not be happening. Whimpering around the gag she heard continued to squirm, feeling the dog lapping at her clit. Suddenly, though, it stopped- and a moment later she was crying out as the paws came crashing down on her back, pressing her breasts painfully into the ground. She squirmed, trying to throw it off as it teased her clit. But then… something began to happen. Even though it was a dog, and she should hate this… it began to feel good. Perfect. Her struggles soon faltered, and she found herself moaning as desire heated in her loins, her clit beginning to throb and ache as the aphrodisiacs sank into her skin. WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP! The hound thundered into her core over and over again - fucking her like he would any bitch in heat. His friend often brought him fine mates to claim. This one was no exception. She was pleasurable to mount indeed. The incubus chuckled a bit at the girl... His magic should be taking effect any time now. While she was out, he'd made some adjustments to her natural instincts. The shape and feel of a dog's cock, the smell of a dog, the feel of one mounting her... All would feel as natural and instinctive as they would to a real female dog. Her body was naturally disposed to love this. The animal teased her clit-teased her until she gave a whimper of desire. Then it pulled back and slammed inside-her entire body reacted as if struck by lightning, her back arched, head thrown back, a cry bursting from her lips, her eyes gone wide. Eyes nearly rolling back as the thrusts continued, striking hard and fast and constant, plundering her depths. It was so wrong… but she found herself moaning… enjoying it. Her mind kept telling her it was so wrong… but it felt so amazing, and she felt so fucking horny. The dog’s cock was tapered at the point, stroking along her walls as it thrust inside, smooth and wet. Its paws pressed her down, pinning her like the incubus had pinned her to the wall of the alley, or the ground beneath him. Somehow, each time, as much as she knew she should hate the feeling of powerlessness… it turned her on that much more. In fact, everything about the animal was starting to turn her on. As it fucked her she was getting so worked up, so aroused. She started to moan and moan, louder and with more passion, quivering beneath the animal as she soared towards climax. Soared towards-then crashed over the edge, shrieking as she lost it, her sounds of passion filling the clearing. The dog growled approvingly, the rumble shuddering through his cock as he lapped her neck, licked at her breasts, ramming his knot deep into her cunt as his furry hips smacked her ass... Plunging into his beautiful bitch over and over again. Her Master yawned to himself as he watched, satisfied. He'd keep her like this for a few days. Her body only needed cum to sustain itself now... It wasn't like she'd get hungry. Given a few more minutes the dog would fill her with-- ah, there he went. The dogs' cock exploded into her cunt, pumping her full of his hot cum for more than an hour. Everything seemed to spiral out of control, her mind spinning away in a thousand bits-the only thing anchoring her was the weight of the dog pressing down on her, and the feel of his cock continuing to pound within her. She moaned even louder, bucking in her restraints as she felt the knot shove inside her and lodge there as he rutted away at her. She came again, fairly quick, unable to handle this. It was so intense, so amazing. She couldn’t think of anything better, at least not at the moment. That was until she felt the animal climax with her, making her moan with that much more pleasure as the beast filled her. So much cum-she felt her belly fill with it, groaning with pleasure as she quivered, feeling the knot tug at her entrance, unable to pull free. Somehow that should be horrible idea was just so hottest to her. Stuck together forever, mating. At long last the dog pulled out of her... Licking her all over... Then once she'd had a breather it mounted her again... Fucking her harder and harder. So it went until she passed out. When she awoke, she'd be curled up with her back to the dog's belly... Unshackled. However, she did still have a long leash clipped to her collar - a leash that was locked to the wall. When the dog pulled out she had cum almost a dozen times. No surprise, then, that she immediately collapsed with a groan-though her legs were shackled in a way that her ass was still stuck up in the air… allowing the animal to lick at her. She whimpered softly, gently squirming-staying constantly aroused even as she caught her breath. Then the dog shoved back in. She was so worked up she came hard almost immediately- and again and again as the fucking continued. She was new to Rhiannon. Furthermore, she had no endurance. It wasn’t too long, then, before she passed out, her body collapsing limp to the ground even as the dog continued to use her. She had no clue of how much time passed, but when she came to she was happy to feel her limbs were free. She stirred and stretched, opened her eyes and-damn. Furthermore, she saw the leash on her collar, followed it with her gaze to what appeared to be a wooden wall. It was dim, dank, smelling of canine. Where was she? Looking around, she saw the dog nearby-keeping watch over her. But where was the man who had brought her here? The hound licked her neck, nuzzling her as he pressed tight against her back... Hard cock rubbing over her naked flesh. A fine bitch to mate with. ”Mummy…” She shivered gently as she felt the hard cock from the hound tease against her, her head tilted to one side to bare her neck to its affection. She found the dog to suddenly look so commanding, so powerful… so arousing. The scent of its musk in this den was strong and… it too aroused her. She couldn’t help herself. Wetness began to drip from her core, much to her embarrassment. He nudged her, suddenly insistent, a commanding growl rumbling in his throat. He wanted her on her back, legs spread wide. At his growl she flushed and hesitated a moment. She shouldn’t be this turned on by a dog. And really, where was she? Ignoring its growl and her own arousal she got up and tried to pull her leash from the wall-not expecting that it would be that securely bolted with only a dog present to have managed it. He snarled, rearing up and planting his paws on her shoulders, forcing her down onto her back - pinning her under him. His eyes were hard, steely, commanding. She was to stay on her back. She gasped, trying to put up an arm to protect herself when the dog suddenly knocked her down and pinned her. Staring up at him, she hesitated and swallowed, realizing this dog was much more powerful, much more dangerous than she expected. She wasn’t sure she wanted to cross him. So she stayed on her back, her thighs spread open. The dog let out a small, approving growl - licking her breasts.... Then licking lower down her belly... Then licking the jewel between her thighs. She tasted good. Fine mate. His mate. His bitch. His. At the moment she did not try to resist anymore. After all what the dog began to do felt… wonderful. As it licked her breasts she sighed, relaxing beneath it. Then it moved lower-licking her clit within moments. She blushed gently and bit her lip, feeling arousal and desire heat in her loins. Her thighs opened further, and she squirmed, moaning softly within short order as she found herself responding the longer this continued. Its hot tongue began to slide into her sheathe after twenty minutes. Tasting the inside of her honeyed core. Juicy... He liked it. His paws planted her thighs open, keeping them pinned wide. By the time it slid its tongue inside her, she had already cummed once and was plenty worked up, moaning out in pleasure as its tongue invaded her dripping snatch. So warm-she hadn’t expected to enjoy feeling a tongue inside her like this, but she did. Her hips arched, and her toes curled, her hands clenching at her sides as she panted and groaned. Suddenly she felt his paws pressing into her soft thighs and felt even more helpless, knowing her thighs were pinned wide for the animal to have his way with her now. But… she was ok with that right now. Shame had long since been replaced with arousal. His tongue forced into her core, warm and powerful muscle ravishing her honeyed sheathe. His paws pressed down hard into her thighs, pinning them open wider as his tongue snaked deep... Tasting his bitch's heat. He felt her clenching over his lolling tongue. Good. She was eager. He'd be sure she was well-trained. Ruby moaned wildly, her head thrown back as her expression was one of total rapture while he licked her insides. It felt suitor rosewood. So warm and flexible. Her inner walls squeezed and gripped, feeling his tongue curl and thrust deep as she lost it. She was building towards yet another orgasm, even though a dog was currently the one eating her out.” Ohhhh mummy ohhhh gooooodddddd….” She groaned, writhing helplessly. Several minutes of licking her and the dog tasted her orgasm as she cried out, shattering beneath his tongue. He tasted her juices, growling in satisfaction. Good, her body responded to him. He would train her to crave him, as any fine bitch should her alpha. He lapped at her for several more long minutes until she'd burst into her third orgasm... Then lifted his head from her and growled, pulling his paws back and nudging her rear. She felt the vibrations of his growl all the way up inside her- and it just added to the pleasure. So much pleasure. Her eyelids fluttered, her eyes nearly rolling back as she came. But he continued… milking a third orgasm from her. She bucked and moaned, cumming hard-then collapsed back panting and weak. As she laid there she felt his paws release her and sighed, relieved it was over. She closed her legs and her eyes, resting. But… then she felt his cold nose nudging her side. She grimaced a little, then rolled over on her belly but continued to lay there, wanting to rest. He growled, harsher this time, shoving his nose under her thighs - lifting. He prodded her with his paw... And would continue to do so until she moved to all fours... A mounting position. She should not have trouble remaining upright, her teats were still massive enough to support her front-half upright if she lay on them. She squeaked, feeling his cold nose nudge her clit- instinctively her hips lifted. Furthermore, she realized he wanted more and pulled in a shaky breath, lifting her rear a little more and spreading her thighs as she readied herself to be taken. Furthermore, she was already supported by her breast beneath her- a fact she wasn’t really used to, though it did make it easier. He reared up and mounted her, paws latching tight as he plunged his cock into her ass... And her cunt. And her cunt. The suddenly two-cocked dog rammed his bitch hard and hot and heavy - determined to fuck her completely feral. The animal mounted her-she gasped softly as its paws pressed her down on her own breasts. They throbbed and ached, but they were forgotten within moments. Within moments, she was too busy crying out in alarm. Alarm and pleasure-her eyes widening as her mouth fell open, inner walls squeezing the invading cocks. As in plural. She wasn’t sure how, but the dog had two cocks… and both had filled her together. She moaned at the sensation, her body gently trembling. And then the dog began to thrust, again and again, and her moans became passionate cries. Within three thrusts she yowled, climaxing early and hard. This was insane. His hot tongue melted her neck as he pressed her down onto her huge breasts - ramming knotted cocks into her holes. Cum exploded from his iron rods, pelting her insides with molten juices - the thrusts never even slowing as he came inside her. His bitch would be well-trained and eager, to be shown off before the others. He would make SURE of that. Not just cocks… knotted cocks. As the bulbous swells rammed inside her, she gave another cry, her body lurching forward, away. But there was no getting away. She was pinned- and as she twisted her hips with a pitiful moan she found that the knots kept his members securely lodged within her. There was no stopping this mating. Of course her body was so sensitive, so eager… she did not want the mating to stop. She knew she should… but as the thrusts continued she found herself moaning with more and more pleasure, writhing and crying out as time and time again she was pushed to climax. By a dog. A dog with two cocks. And yet it felt amazing. He rammed into her harder, deeper, fucking her till her body shook from the orgasms and simply lost all strength - collapsing onto her massive breasts - milk squirting out from the pressure to puddle on the stone. And then his cocks knotted, exploding into her... The hound still bucking as his cocks knotted and flooded her with hot cum. One might think a girl shaking and moaning, climaxing every few minutes as she was fucked senseless, had reached her plateau of pleasure. She certainly believed that. But then he rammed into her even harder, even deeper-until shrieking she fell forward, her arms giving out as she was simply too overwhelmed, her eyes rolling back as she collapsed on her front. Yowling and spasming as she came again hard-the sudden pressure on her breasts that made milk spray out also slammed her sensitive body with a whole new pleasure. Her nipples throbbed and pulsed, milk practically jetting out. And she was gone. Utterly, completely gone-wailing and convulsing on the stone, her mouth hanging open, tongue lolling out, eyes rolled back, as he fucked her hard through both of their climaxes. Her cunt and anal muscles fisted and clenched, milking the cocks as they pumped her full of seed. She felt so swollen, so stretched, the knots lodged firmly inside her as she spiraled into madness. He wanted her to understand that she was a bitch in heat. His bitch in heat. No more, no less. And she was learning quickly. A very long time later her finally pulled out of her, letting the trapped juices slosh out onto the floor between her thighs. He curled up with his bitch and let her rest. A dozen hours later he nipped her awake. Hours… minutes… the whole damn day? She didn’t know how long it lasted. She actually blacked out post climax once or twice… the sensations too much… only to come to still being fucked, still being used. Her shrieks and wails filled the area until she actually had screamed herself hoarse. Then she just lay beneath him, whimpering, shaking, convulsing as climax after climax was dragged from her sensitive form, her eyes completely glazed over. Eventually it ended. When he pulled out she quivered gently, then she sighed and closed her eyes, slipping into unconsciousness almost immediately. A moment later, or so it seemed, he was nipping at her side. She jumped, her eyes opening, and blinked up at him, dazed and out of it. But automatically she rolled over-moving onto all fours. He let out a growl of approval. His bitch was learning well. He liked her. Very much. He licked her face then took up her leash in his jaws... A leash that was no longer attached to the wall. He began to lead her out of the den... Tugging on the leash as she crawled. It wasn't like she could hope to stand with those massive cow-tits. Her Master was taking her for a walk. As he licked her she shook her head. Black- slobber. She made a face, then squeaked slightly as he tugged on the leash attached to the collar around her neck. A leash she’d forgotten all about. Wait… the dog was going to take her for a walk? For a minute she hesitated, but the dog tugged her leash again, so after a minute she followed, her face flushed as each shuffling step made her nipples brush and tease the ground. Stepping out of the den she squinted in the bright sunlight and looked around, following after the dog. Her canine Master led her by her leash into the forest, pausing near deliciously fragrant flowers - far more lovely scents than anything on earth - so she could sniff at them. A cluster of yellow blossoms had the scent of young summer love, a single purple and red rose had the scent of a new moon in the autumn sky, a blue and green flowered bush had the scent of epic romance. He was quite proud of the scents around his den. And all the while, her super-sensitive nipples dragged on the grass. The cluster of flowers was not far from the den… but it seemed so to her. By the time she reached the first cluster she was panting softly, her face flushed. The scent in the air was strong, almost dizzyingly sweet and fragrant. She breathed in- imagining him mounting her right then and there under a starry sky, fucking her as autumn leaves fell about them and the wind ruffled her hair. Swallowing she shook her head, blinking away the fantasy before following along another few steps. Her nipples throbbed and pulsed-it was very distracting. As they passed the blue and green flowered bush she continued to fantasize and grow aroused, imagining a mating between them that lasted for days. Imagining pups running about, imagining her smiling as she curled up at his side in their den. She had not been here all that long… but already thoughts of the world she had come from had started to grow dim. Even memories of the man that had brought her here had begun to grow distant. He took her on a long circuit, letting her smell the fragrance of affection, of adventure, of comfort, of joy... And finally, a bloodred rose that scented powerfully of lust. Long was right. It felt like she had passed out and entered a dream world, filled with fantasies and desires, a world that she staggered and walked through for hours on end. She was dizzy, drunk with lust and the heady scents in the air, often stumbling as her eyes were fairly glazed over. She fantasized of raising a family, of being filled with pride and joy as they grew, as she spent years with a loved one who showered affection upon her. By the time he came to the final flower she was grinning blissfully and seemed utterly out of it… but then she came upon the rose and paused, her entire body trembling as the scent filled her nose. Her sex immediately started to drip as her eyes brightened, and she whimpered softly, looking to the male that was with her with desire burning in her gaze.

Return to Rhianon (Rayne and Stairc)|rating:1.0

FF7_Double Duo Sex, Love ,and Swords[closed to me and Mayu]

-Cloud was on his bike on a cliff just outside of Nobleman he surveil the Area from above once again he was back from his little Trip away from it all FIFA was going to be pissed but happy to see him safe and sound hopefully as he had on a black trench with black chaps and boots his left hand gloved and the other was gloved without the fingers on the glove as he rode on down towards the town of Nobleman-[Cloud Strife 25 years of age][4 years after Midgard and 2 years after AC]-In the Section 7 As it was Rebuilt over the years the One who was known by others has been patent in hiding training to hopefully Defeat Cloud but so far it has been to no avail-"This is infuriating sometimes"-spheroid said in a monotone voice sort of upset but not caring no extra emotion in his words-"No matter when I am done I will break Cloud in two"-he trained in an abandoned train station which was accessed only from going into the lost tunnels of section 8 which was scary but lead to paths of riches treasure a ddeath as a lot of legends were herded- FIFA was pacing back and forth, she was 24 and wasn't happy about this, she had a bad feeling something was going on, as she watched her bar she wondered what was going to happen, she loved Cloud, and it frustrated her with how he was sometimes. Closing her eyes she enjoyed the visions she had, her memories of them. How he was through there journey so many years ago. They both fought to keep the peace and kept it up just fine.~Mercy watched him "Oh come no dark angel" She said walking up to him "Without Cloud you won't have a toy" she laughed some looking at him, she was the only one close to him. Her black hair flowing as she watched him getting serious. "You know Joseph Roth I owe you so much" She said softly "If it wasn't for you, I think I'd just be another weakling I still try to be your equal in every way possible and yet you never thought that a stupid thing what makes me so different from the others?" Cloud and Sepheroth-Cloud came and parked his bike at the garage where he got it fixed last time, and he parked it looking to the mechanic-"Hey Leroy what's going on"-he looked to the semi old guy in a grease suit as his suit had spots of oil on it-"Hey Cloud back in town for how long another two weeks"-cloud laughed-"Shut up no I'm in town for good this time I'm not leaving anymore if you could, can you tune my bike up and fix it up"-Leroy laughed and nodded-"Of course cloud go visit your girl and get back with her, she is at her bar"-cloud smiled and walked over to his bike and put on a fedora and a long black he kept his sword on his back as he walked to the bar and standing outside off to the side where she couldn't see him he put his sword down and quietly stepped in the bar the cloak surrounded his being and silently walked in FIFA looked at him but at first she wouldn't know who it was the fedora hid his hair and shaded his eyes and he looked to her staring at her standing up he didn't look much like cloud-"Hey you wouldn't happen to know where I could get my self some fun would you"-he was gonna pull what he did to FIFA one day when he was home do a little play time but this time he was going to scare her a bit he had OT be careful though she was tough as he changed his voice he walked closer to the bar just a bit so if she leaped over it she would be just in reach to be grabbed-"Unless you could provide that you pretty thing?" FIFA stopped dead seeing a guy she hadn't seen before, it made her think of Cloud, the man of her dreams. He had lost so much, he lost so very much, but as she walked over to him, she tried to see his face, a face that was hidden. She sighed some "There are some places you can go, place a few blocks away is owned by a jerk who has beautiful women that do things" She crossed her arms. "Are you passing by?" She tilted her head to the side grinning softly, this guy reminded her of Cloud and didn't know what it was exactly. Cloud camp; sepheroth-The man smiles-"I think I'll just go for you since you got drinks and your awfully sexy in that out fit"-he jumped over the bar and grabbed FIFA and then pinned her to the wall promptly as he flicked his head back and brought it back slowly-"Miss me FIFA"-he smiles and looked to her as she had to be made a bit--Sepheroth looked to mercy-"Yeah what ever and as far as being different the only difference is you have talent a real true feeling for killing another human if you needed without remorse that's the difference besides your sexy to boot"-he moved closer to her and put his sword down and kissed her on the lips sliding his tongue in her mouth they had been lovers for some time ever since back in solder- FIFA was surprised as she was pinned to the wall, she looked at him. "Cloud...?" She placed her hand on the side of his face, she grew angry "what in the world are you doing..." She threw her arms around him holding him close to her. "You can be such a tease sometimes" She said in a tone that wasn't bad but full of loving for him.~~Mercy smiled looking at him "Perhaps, I like power" As he moved close to her, she sighed softly. As he kissed her she closed her eyes, feeling his lips to her, all the things they saw, good and bad, all the times she wanted him. As they kissed she felt like nothing could stop her, she wanted what was best for him, she enjoyed being his lover. Cloud-Cloud smiled and held her close they were still the boy and girl who grew up together, but they were closer never told each other how much they loved one another cloud wanted to but would it make a difference would she love him back-"I missed you to FIFA I missed you more than you know"-he held her tight and pet her hair-"I wish i didn't leave before but I had to I'm sorry I promise no more"---------------Spheroid caressed her cheek as he held the kiss his tongue mingled with hers as his hand caressed her body gently the kiss depend and his hand on her body softly squeezed her breasts gently massaging them- FIFA looked at him and nodded "You always come back to me Cloud I'm not worried about that" She grinned kindly looking around then at him, hearing the sound of his voice, holding onto him, loving him, grinning softly, looking into his eyes as she leaned in kissing his nose.~~Mercy enjoyed his touch, it was rough, but she loved it, moaning softly she moved her head back a little, feeling there tongues mingle to each other. Cloud and Sepheroth-Cloud smiles and looked to her as he moved back and jumped back over the bar landing on the seat-"Could you give me a glass of the Midgard wine I like"-he smiles to her and looked at her body he wanted her as bad as he could remember, but it was hard not to stare-"Hey FIFA can I ask you something"----------Spheroid lifted her shirt and bra as his other hand roams down grouping at her breasts with his hands and removed his mouth from hers leaning her to the wall now and starts kissing down her neck sucking on it-"You taste Delicious today it must have been from the rose petal Bath you took"-he said teasing LY as his hands continued to make a meal of her breasts- FIFA nodded some and understood what he wanted, going over she sighed a bit, getting the best booze and walked over to him. "Here you go" Taking a glass putting it down in front of him and sat down relaxing a bit "How did everything go?"~Mercy moaned softly enjoying him running her hand through his hair a bit since it was too long to go all the way down, looking into his eyes she grinned. "You can be soft sometimes" She giggled a little bit. Holding onto him. "Such a sweetheart, I like this side of you, a side only I see" cloud and ref-CLoud looked and held the cup-"Everything went good"-he said as he looked to her-"FIFA can I ask you a question one that I really need to ask"--------Ref smiled and continued as he pinched he ripple in his fingers not so hard just enough to feel it as he kisses slowly down and sucks on her breasts his hands exploring her pants slowly taking them down to her ankles he was still sucking on her breasts, but his hands had roamed over her inner thighs and roamed over her pussy ruling it gently- FIFA looked at him "And what is that Cloud?" She said softly, looking at him everything seemed perfect.~Mercy moved her head back groaning, she felt his lips and everything against her, gazing into his eyes for a moment, closing her eyes she groaned over and over, feeling the soft skin under her. Cloud and ref-Cloud looked to her-"Well It's just that you know I have to ask what do you think of me as My self I mean we have known each other since we were 6 and well i don't think I have to say much more"-his head looked away a bit ashamed he could do battle with spheroid but couldn't task her if she loved him like he loved her they were childhood friends and maybe that's all destiny was made for--------Sepheroth looked to her as he kissed down and picked he RUP her pussy in his face as he licked it walking over to a bed he had put down there as this was there homing quarters at points he continued to eat her out as he looked up to her eyes-"Are you enjoying your self Mercy" FIFA looked at him kindly, looking at him softly and sighed a little bit, she knew what was going on here. She stroked the side of his face, sighing softly. "I know what you want Cloud, I love you very much, your kind and full of courage" She said softly "I care for you as a friend but as something more" She brushed his hand to the side of his face. "I love you Cloud"~Mercy smiled looking at him kindly groaning as he touched her, feeling his gentleness, the softness of him, sighing softly. 'Yes....more than you will ever know" She sighed softly. Cloud And ref-Cloud smiled gently and held her hand with his-"I love you to FIFA for so long you have not the slightest idea how long been wanting to say so"-he said gently-"Ever since the day I was leaving for solder it's been bottled up I'm glad we both see it I really am"------------Spheroid continued eating her out as he undressed him self in the process he used his tongue encircling her clit nice and easy making it swell as he gently nipped around it, he slid two fingers in to her moving them back and forth- FIFA smiled as she enjoyed the moment with him placing her hands on his kissing his nose giggling happily. "You mean the world to me, I'm very content and glad that your back, I really hope you don't go any place."~She moaned "Oh Joseph Roth...." She groaned softly her heart beating so fast resting her hand on his head. "Oh god this feels so good" Cloud and Ref-Cloud got up and walked around the bar and smiles approaching her till he was an inch from her-"Your precious to me more than you know"-he leaned in and held a kiss to her sweet lips as he held the kiss he felt him self leaning in more to it ------------Spheroid had moved away from her pussy and sat her up on her knees as he put his cock by her mouth and teased her lips-"Come and get some Mercy" FIFA was surprised at the sweet, sweet kiss, she closed her eyes as he kissed her, placing her hand on the side of his face, enjoying the moment, enjoying everything about him, lost in his eyes she smiled lovingly at Cloud.~Mercy looked at Joseph Roth, she had lost her virginity to Joseph Roth before he found out about himself, ever since then they had been inseparable, she leaned in wrapping her lips around his cock moaning as she held onto his hips. Cloud and ref-Cloud held her closer in the kiss and wrapping his arms around her made it seem all the more precious it was like a dream come true his hands Rome the back gently-----------Sepheroth groaned and ran his fingers through her hair and reach over rubbing he pussy-"Your so god dyes you are mercy my perfect lover and student" FIFA grew excited, the moment she had dreamed of happened, running her fingers in his spiked hair she looked at him. "How is the pain in your arm since I know you have had some issues with that" She smiled.~She enjoyed hearing his moans, she never believed she would have given up her virginity to him when she was so very young, ever since that night they never separated, she moved her lips up and down on his length making love to his cock with her lips, squeezing him with her lips, her tongue massaging him. Cloud and ref-Cloud softly groaned in the kiss and held her closer his lips locking with her and moves a tongue in her mouth massaging her tongue with his gently as his fingers run along her spine----------------------Sepheroth groans and looked to her-"I'm wondering if you like it more rough like when I surprised you with 5 of my best men in the solder core for that gang bang or if you like me as the once soft and gentle spheroid you knew from solder." FIFA closed her eyes tight as she enjoyed the deep kiss, running her fingers through his spiked hair, making sure not to damage his hair, since he seemed partial to it. She brushed her hand on the side of his face." I love you Cloud" She whispered.~~Mercy looked at Joseph Roth "Joseph Roth I love you, you don't need to be gentle with me if you don't want to be, I accept who you are now" She smiled. Cloud - ref-Cloud ran his hands over her breasts gently and his tongue massaged hers as it felt like a dream, but he knew it was-------------------seph smiled-"I want to make sure you are satisfied but if nothing bothers you"-he griped her hair in to two separate grips of her hair as he thrust in to her mouth making her deep throat pulling on her hair hard enough for her to feel the pain but not enough to pull her hair out- FIFA smiled closing her eyes as she felt his lips on her own and stopped him. "We shouldn't do this here"~Mercy threw her head back crying out, feeling how rough he is, she let him do what he wanted. Cloud - ref-Cloud blushed and nodded-"Your right maybe a little bit later"-he smiles and let go of the kiss and pulled her close holding her tight------------"Are you enjoying this Mercy feeling my cock choke your throat"-he SAI was he fucked her mouth and then brought it out as he came in her open mouth, and he closed her mouth-"Swallow and play with your self" FIFA enjoyed this contact with Cloud, she loved him so much, running her hand down the side of his face. Sitting in his lap, feeling his love that he had for her.~~Mercy nodded a little bit, enjoying what he was doing, but as he closed her mouth she looked at him, as she swallowed her hand went to massaging her breasts then to her sex, she let out a soft moan, gasping his name. Cloud and ref-cloud smiled to her as he stroked her hair-"you know how long I have been dreaming of holding you like this it seems like only yesterday we meet at the playground for the first time"----------------Spheroid smiled and pushed her to the ground taking her hand away he lifted her waist and slid his cock in to her dripping pussy he smiled-"Does it feel good my love"-he started to fuck her as hard as he could without tearing her up- FIFA smiled and nodded "Yes, we certainly have been through a lot, fighting and more fighting" She stroked the side of his face. "But I'm glad it seems to have stopped, even if not but for a moment" She kissed him.~~Mercy didn't fight him she never wanted to, she moved her head back "Oh Joseph Roth Yes!" She heard her moans echo in the place they were, she had been used to the rough side of him, she reached up and kissed him deeply, batting his lip looking into those green make eyes. Cloud and Sepheroth-Cloud kissed back and stroked her cheek as he pulled away-"FIFA it's been more than fighting, and you know that but your right it does seem like that is all that's happened but for now the fighting has halted and I'm with you"-------------------------Spheroid continued his thrusting action pumping her as hard as he could with his hard cock he would make it as good as it could be his thrusts where hard in and hard out like a hammer to a nail very thrusting and very slamming as it seemed like no end to it- FIFA nodded and sighed some kissing him again "I've kept you close by me always" She took out a pendent from her shirt and showed a picture of Cloud holding her. "When I miss you terribly, I look at this pendent"~~Mercy cried out as she moved her head back, digging into his back "Oh Joseph Roth Yes!" Her insides were getting tight, gripping him hard she panted some. "Oh Joseph Roth...I'm so close!!" Cloud and sepheroth-Cloud looked at the pendent-"FIFA when did you take that"-he looked at it is was younger picture one where they were kids, and she had broken her ankle for a whole week he carried her everywhere and no matter what happen to him, he couldn't let her off his back-"I remember that week I put you on my back carrying you when I went everywhere and when I was idle standing or sitting i cradled you "-he smiles-"Though the one time when we were detoured in to the bad part of town and came face to face with those Gang members when I was twelve I always had skills to defend people i couldn't let go of you and I made sure I protected you well i didn't scare them off remember I protected your body and then the sounds of sirens drove them off ......"-he looked to her knowing dam well he fell in an unconscious state she had OT call the hospital, and they were in the same beds until they were both better -----------------------------Spheroid looked to her as he continued to mercilessly pound her pussy he gripped her sides harder and thrust with everything he had now feeling she wanted this, and he was destined to give it to her-"I'm close as well" FIFA nodded listing to him "Yes I remember that, how you were willing to get yourself beat up to protect me, even then I knew you were special Cloud" She sighed some. "I bought the pendent a few months ago, it has a sword on the cover like the ones you fight with, and I'm grateful I had the picture" She sighed some.~~Mercy cried out unable to take it anymore, she felt his powerful body over powering her, she didn't want this to end "Joseph Roth!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs as she came. Cloud - ref-Cloud looked and smiled and ran a hand in her hair as he smiled-"I'm glad we had been together as long as we have"-he smiles and land in close other-"What's with all the sighing"------------------------------Spheroid came as well, and he brought him self to picking her upholding her close and bouncing her while he knelt his cock was like his Sword long 12 inches will do it for any job as he bounced her in his arms his lips seemed her moans-She smiled 'Letting out a lot of frustration that I've held for so long" She said simply, running her hand down the side of his face, she leaned in kissing him deeply.~~She moaned but his mouth covering hers made it very low and hardly heard, she loved her one winged angel. Cloud - Ref-Cloud Kissed back as deeply as he ran his hand along her cheek as well he slid his tone in to her mouth so ever sweetly it was like second nature and nothing less---------------------------Sepheroth bounced her as hard a dface an s possible as he broke the kiss he nibbled and bit her neck and her bouncing on him made him grab her as with his hands arms wrapped behind her and grabbing her as she had OT be enjoying her self- FIFA moaned she needed Cloud, she kissed him "Cloud I can't wait anymore" She whispered, she pulled him in the back room pushing him to her, her back on the wall. "I need you now Cloud, I've wanted to make love to you for so long" She moaned.~~Mercy cried out he was so rough with her, but she enjoyed it "yes baby like that" She smiled and somehow she managed to force herself so she was on top, she moved her head back bucking her hips into him and began to bounce up and down on him. "Oh god Joseph Roth you feel so good inside me...!" Cloud and ref-Cloud jolted back with FIFA as FIFA pulled cloud on her against the wall and Cloud blushed and smiled-"FIFA I'm glad to hear that"-he ran a hand under her shirt and lifted that and her bra off as he plays with them kissing her then the neck slowly to her breasts and then removing the Skirt as well he played with her pussy moving a finger in her gently thrusting as he sucked more on her breasts------------------------------Sepheorth groans as he is pushed down he continued to shove him self in he by bringing her down on top of him it was wonderful and astounding as he smiled feel gin her pussy walls collapse on him-"I can make this more enjoyable for you by Splitting my self in to two more Spheroid and you could enjoy three of me"-he smiled as he fucked her harder when he thought hard before was soft he began to pound her pussy now- FIFA smiled moaning as he touched her, she moved her head back running her free hand through his blond spiked hair, she was grateful that she was wearing a skirt, something she never did since she always wore the same thing, pants and a shirt, always ready for a fight, she reached down and unzipped Clouds pants. "Waiting so long for this." She murmured.~~Mercy cried out, and she was listing to what he was talking about, she bent down more bucking her hips into him. "Mmm you always surprise me, show me' she whispered as she kissed him, her tongue running into his mouth stroking his own tongue, she was addicted to him. Cloud - Ref-Cloud continued to move his finger in her pussy as he smiled and kneeled her down as his cock was hard and he could see she has been starting at it-"FIFA i Ben waiting to for so long"-----------------Spheroid herd her words soon enough her hair was handed up as another Joseph Roth shoved a cock in her mouth and fucked her mouth deep and hard as a note slid in to her ass and banged her now she stood dormant as the three spheroids fucked her holes each one a different movement, and they all were at decent speeds except the one on the bottom he was moving as fast as he could - FIFA looked up at him, and she didn't hesitate she put the head of his cock in her mouth and pushed forward, moving her head up and down his length moaning softly as she worked his cock in her mouth.~~Mercy was shocked when the clone shoved his cock in her mouth she grabbed the Joseph Roth under her, she didn't think it's possible for this to happen, she moaned as she was fucked more than one way at the same time, she was keeping strong since she knew Joseph Roth didn't like weak women. Cloud and Sepheroth-Cloud moans as he ran his hands in her hair and felt her warm mouth on him, he groans more after so as he is brought to an almost close orgasm he kept it as she was enjoying it after all he ran one hand along her cheek-"FIFA this feels so good I wish I would have known earlier"--------------Spheroid saw it in her eyes she was overwhelmed, and he cared but after this if she desired this wouldn't happen again a the promised this as he continued to fuck her in each hole he felt her come closer as his thrusts became more straight forwards and fast -"If you like my love.......we will not do this again until you are fully prepared for it next time"-he continued thrusting his cocks in to her- FIFA felt him relax she looked up at him the look on her face was sweet, very kind, she relaxed more as she slid her lips up and down his length, groaning as she licked him faster. Wanting him to orgasm.~~She took a look in her eyes that grew soft as long as she knew he loved her she could deal with it, her body rocked and as her body rocked the cocks went into her holes, she moaned loudly enjoying herself her grip on Joseph Roth clapped around him her hands rested on his shoulders enjoying this ever so much, she wasn't able to warn him her body shuttered and she came. Cloud and Sepheroth-Cloud groans as he lets loose the load he has been holding in and cumming all in her mouth a strong big load capable of almost covering her whole hand as he groans and saw FIFA hold her mouth on his cock trying to swallow------------------------Sepheroth looked to her as he felt he orgasm and the three of them came all at once as he formed back in to one defeat and pulled away from her lifting her up in to his arms and laying her upon a bed and dressed him self as he sat next to her on the bed and stroked her hair-"Did you enjoy that my love" FIFA managed to not let anything drip out of her mouth, she sucked in everything, swallowed and allowed her tongue to clean him off, she grinned looking up at him as she stood up, kissing him deeply. "Mmm you taste so good Cloud" She smiled.~~Mercy was tired, she looked at him "With you, always my angel" She said softly, sitting up. "Sex with you never gets old" She giggled "But loving you don't get old either" She brushed his silver hair away from his face as she kissed him. Cloud and sepheroth-Cloud blushed and smiled-"Do i now I'm glad to hear"-he lays her down on the ground and spreads her legs begin sot eat he pussy in side a dout his tone explored every little clevis in side and out as his fingers roamed oversensitive parts where she shivered from he has known them for some time since they explored each other once and only once with clothes on, but that was tickling spots this was the same, and he remembers where she shivered--------------------Sepheroth smiled and broke the kiss-"I'm glad to hear that my Limitless"-he said and stroked her hair-"I hope when the time comes you will assist me in what must be done" FIFA smiled, but when he explored her, she moaned softly, a deep moan that shook her body "Oh cloud!" She moaned louder how she wanted this for so long, moving her head back more her breathing got excited pretty quickly.~~Mercy smiled "My love, we have been through a lot, from your mother to now, I made my choice a long time ago to stay faithful to you because I love you, to me, you are a man, no matter what anyone says, I will do anything for you, I swear it" Spheroid - cloud-Sepheroth looked to her-"I know you will but know this your attachment to me brings me joy but don't you put your life at risk to the point her a lose you understand you are not my slave you are my love, and only you must not submit to me like that but as a normal person would but if this is what you choose in front of me then i don't mind at all as long as you don't feel obligated to do so"-he said as he pulled her close laying in the bed with her, he covered them as he was in comfortable PCs, and he held her close-"The night is young, but we have research to do in the morning we will wake and search for something we need----------------------------------------------------------Cloud groans and looked to her enjoying this and he stopped as he bit gently on her clit and she shuttered as he took his cock and slid it in side she was so tight but yet she was loose from the slick juices of her pussy he saw her face, and she begged him through her eyes as he fully thrust in to her, and he groans and moaned loud- FIFA moaned loudly wrapping her legs around him "Oh Cloud!" She moved her head back, she looked into his eyes, lost in them like she always was, she bites her lip for a moment, and then she leaned in kissing him deeply, her body sucking him in, she waited for this moment for so many years "Oh god I love you" She moaned.~~Mercy smiled "Joseph Roth you won't lose me I won't do that to you" She sighed some "You know I've been thinking, to somewhat protect me, what if something happened where my blood had some of Jen ova in my veins, I'm afraid if something happens I let my guard down, just a what if since my guard is always up, least I could sense it better" Cloud- Sepheroth-Cloud continued his movement in a dout of her his was a settle thrust and retract while not hard it went deep, and it made her moan he continued as he leaned in and kissed her deeply so there moans would conceal-----------------------Sepheroth looked-"To do something would be foolish normal human blood and be infused with Jehovah its improbable and impossible you would turn in to a monster and lose control of your mind" FIFA moved her head as he thrust into her body "Oh Cloud!" she groaned softly her breathing getting pretty quick, loving the moment, she felt so alive with him, making love to her was the best thing.~~Mercy looked at him then down "I guess" She wrapped her arms around her legs. "I'm weaker than you, I know I am, I just hope my power is enough to protect you and myself" Cloud and Sepheroth-Cloud continued as he broke the kiss and moans in her ear-"Let me know if you want it faster or slower or harder or softer"-he continued his regular thrusts he had now--------------------------Sepheroth ran a hand to her cheek-"We won't die so easily my love my power will make sure of that but now that I know you want it if you like I will give you my power to live forever like I have"-he leaned over and grabbed her bringing her close he opened his mouth and bit her neck so hard it paced skin as it formed a small symbol of a wing on her neck, and it began to glow and disappear-"There"-he wiped his mouth-"you are immortal like me"-he lays her down seeing she was getting dizzy- FIFA smiled "harder" She breathed out, placing her hands on his hips, looking into his eyes, so lost in them, she dug her fingers into his back, crying out his name, feeling him, a steady pace.~~Mercy moaned when he bites into her neck, she saw a little blood on his lip as she felt the mark on her then it faded, when he said she was immortal her eyes light up, she wrapped her arms around him, kissing him. "I love you Joseph Roth, now and forever" Cloud - Sepheroth-Cloud thrust harder in to her as he pulled her body in to his, his head over her shoulder as he thrust harder and harder in to her his body riveting in and out at a fast pace----------------------------------Sepheroth smiled and held her-"You are welcome just remember I will not abandon you"-he held her gently and pet her hair-"I love you as well" FIFA panted "Oh Cloud! You feel so good!" She cried out digging her fingers into his back, her panting heard a kind smile on her face as she sucked on his shoulder.~~"I know you won't Joseph Roth, everyone told me that you are not capable of loving, but I know better" She whispered kissing him softly. "You love me, I love you it's a perfect time" Cloud - Sepheroth-Cloud continued moving his hips against her harder and harder as he griped the back of her head OT bring her body closer his thrusts were like a fist hitting a stomach but this was bit more pleasurable-----------------------Sepheroth smiled-"As long as you know my love"-he said as he pet her hair and smiled-"So tell me if there is anything you want to do with me when we have sex and I will please you if you're a good girl and do the things I ask"-he smiles and kisses her cheek-"Won't you" FIFA cried out in pleasure "Oh Cloud!" She wrapped her legs around him "I'm...almost there....almost" She sighed happily her insides gripping him "Oh Cloud!!" She cried out.~~Mercy smiled and nodded "I will always do what you ask you know that" She said kindly looking into his eyes. "Im always up for new things" She grinned softly. Cloud and Ref-Cloud continued-"I am close as well"-he felt him self cum, and he felt her walls collapse and cumin as well as he leaned in to her and kisses her gently still inside her---------------------------------Sepheroth looked to her and smiled-"I know you will my dear love and I hope you will know I always care for you" FIFA cried as she came with him and sighed softly, running her fingers in his blond hair. "Mmm Cloud, I love you so much"~~She nodded "I know Joseph Roth I'm the only girl you seem to care for, besides Jen ova" She grinned softly. Cloud and Ref-CLoud held her tight as he pet her hair kissing her cheek-"I love you to"-she felt so food around his cock he wanted OT continue, and he held her tight till a word was said he loved her body close to his-------------------Speheroth smiled and pulled her close and held her tight as his eyes became heavy-"My love rest now tomorrow we will continue with our lives"-he fell asleep usually he would stay up longer but today's training had taken much from him- FIFA relaxed kissing him, running her hand down his back she grinned "Perhaps we should take this to our room Hamm?" She tilted her head to the side, a grin on her face, a kind of grin that that showed she wanted more.~~Mercy nodded and fell asleep with him, the thought of being immortal was a thing she loved, a gift that would truly be perfect, taking a deep breath a smile on her face, when she woke up it was dark, her eyes adjusted to it. As she slept she tossed and turned, something wasn't right, she felt Jehovah pain, she was startled and sat up very fast, a bead of sweat fell down her face." Sephiroth....something's wrong...." She heard something in her head faint whispers Cloud- Sepheroth-Cloud smiled-"What about the Bar"-he said as he slid out of her fixing him self and fixed her as well--------------------Sepheroth was still asleep he wouldn't wake maybe it was nothing but it didn't wake him and if he was connected with Nova it meant something- FIFA laughed "Your so bad" She decided to close up the bar for the day as the last of the customs left she locked up and took Cloud to her home, shutting the door behind them, she sighed." Home sweet home"~~Mercy looked over to see her Joseph Roth sleep, she smiled laying her head on his shoulder as she wrapped her arms around him and fell asleep. Cloud-Cloud smiled turning her from the door and kisses her against it running his hand along her breasts softly sliding his tongue in her mouth - FIFA was surprised but enjoyed it, she closed her eyes as he touched her, feeling his tongue against her own running her fingers through his hair enjoying his embrace. Cloud-Cloud broke the kiss smiling-"Well FIFA were in your house alone what would you like to do exactly" FIFA smiled "Oh I can think of one thing" She grinned heading for the bedroom looking back at Cloud with a grin. Cloud-Cloud followed slapping tights ass on the way up the stairs witch made FIFA squirm and giggle-"This is going to be fun" She grinned looking at him purring somewhat, once inside the room she removed her jacket. "Yes Cloud much fun" Cloud-Cloud smiled-"Tell me what you want me to do to you and I can make that come true in no time"-he took off his shirt to reveal his toned body from being a fighter all these years- FIFA smiled "Mmm Roughly" She grinned she was a fighter and one hell of a lover, she placed her hands on his chest and kissed his lips, feeling the soft and warmth from them. Cloud-Cloud particle tore her shirt off her body and took off her skirt playing with her pussy now his fingers massaging and working there way making her wetter and wetter as he kissed back his other hand groped her ass grabbing it roughly but not to rough- FIFA moaned as they touched each other, she couldn't help but groan. How she loved the feel like this "Oh Cloud!" She murdered allowing herself the time she needed sighing wanting him now more than ever. Cloud-Cloud continued and soon pinned her to the wall like a stranger ready to rape or molester has he became a bit rougher not allowing her to move her arms pinning them behind her, he continued to grope her ass hard as his mouth begins sucking and nibbling on her breasts- FIFA moaned loudly, struggling a little bit she was never used to letting people pin her to things, but of course she didn't fight to hard,, she was unable to touch him which drover her nuts, but she managed to deal with the want "Oh Cloud" Cloud-Cloud looked to her as he let her hands free groping her body as he brought her down on her knees slowly and looked as he took his clothes off his cock in front of her face- FIFA was playing stupid a kind smile on her face "What?" She said giving him a very innocent look, but her smile turned into more of a sly smile leaning in she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. Cloud-She said rough he would give it to her, he grabbed her head and forced her to suck as deep and hard as he wanted he would make sure she wasn't getting her though this was in fun, and he made sure it didn't get out of control- FIFA took him, all of him and sighed softly, she felt her heart beating fast, she enjoyed the moment, enjoyed everything. She gripped his hips as she relaxed a bit, her tongue running around him, moaning softly. Cloud-Cloud thrust his hips a bit once again being rough but not crossing the line of pain or so he hoped as he smiles groaning his mouth wanting to have he RSO bad, and he will soon as he felt her tongue around his cock-"FIFA that's so good" She moaned softly taking him in her mouth faster with each passing moment, her heart beating so fast she felt like her heart was going to jump out of her mouth, she sighed happily. Cloud-Cloud thrust it a bit faster in to her mouth and over and over again she felt it in her mouth almost deep throating her- FIFA felt him getting faster she didn't fight she did what he wanted her to, she groaned happily Cloud-Cloud griped her hair gently in his fingers and came in her mouth as he slid his cock out her eyes in a glaze, and he smiled bringing he RUP kissing her sweet lips-She was taken back a moment and swallowed, she sighed happily enjoying the moment, she stood up and looked into his eyes as he kissed her she was happy. She returned the kiss he gave her, loving him. -Cloud enjoyed the kiss and slide his cock in to FIFA while she stood moving his hips in to her in a slow motion at first so she felt every inch- FIFA groaned feeling him enter her body, going slow, feeling every inch, her body wanting everything he had, she moved her head back as she moaned his name, enjoying him very much. -he continued thrusting in to her body gripping her shoulder sliding his cock deeper yet in side her- FIFA moaned holding onto him, her moans heard all over her home, she looked into his eyes lovingly, she loved his touch. -he groans in the kiss and begins to lay her down sliding his cock in to her moving his cock in and out her at first- FIFA was taken back, moving her head back her heart beating at a steady rate, she couldn't help but sigh happily. "I love you Cloud" FIFA moaned softly -he moans back-I love you as well FIFA I hope I feel good in side you"-he kept sliding in and out of her nice and slow and sped up a bit-She moaned as he got a bit fast, she nodded 'Yes you feel wonderful inside me" She groaned lovingly feeling the moment slow down, happy this happened. -Cloud continued his cock ramming her soft pink hole as his cock never left her his body pushing in and out of her sweet pink pussy he was in bliss his cock hitting her G Spot sending waves of pleasure in her-She dug her nails into him "Oh Cloud! I'm almost there!" She cried out her breathing getting faster as her insides sucked him all the way in "Hurry... Hurry!" She cried she wanted to finish with him. -he cries out as he came with her his cock slammed so far in her, it was sensitive as he came in side her with her as he brought her to the bed and lays down with her gently stroking her hair-"I love you FIFA "-he smiles and kisses her lips- FIFA came at the same time he did and returned his kiss, god how she loved him, she ran her fingers in his hair. "I love you to Cloud...very much so...a love that started when we were small children...through everything we both have been there..." -he nods and held her close-"I couldn't love you enough FIFA and I should have older you earlier" She smiled "You didn't have to, I saw the way you look at me, even when we were six you had a look on your face even if you didn't see the look in a mirror" -he looked to her and smiles as he pokes he rose lovingly-"And you have always been my light FIFA I have never been against anything you're done I just hope stays that way- FIFA smiled "Why would it change Cloud?" She looked at him lovingly, showing her love always, her love she had for Cloud that grew over the years. -he sighed-"In case one day for what ever reason you would think otherwise"-he smiles and held her close and stroked her hair-"It's just a what if" She smiled "That better be a what If Cloud...you have been through a lot you need to slow down a little bit now" -he nods and held her close stroking her hair-"I never want to leave your side again" "and you will never Cloud, I love you and not even Joseph Roth will separate us, I'm just worried about his girlfriend, if she is Sephiroths lover this means deep shit for all of us" -he nods he remembered her from all those years before-"We just have to be on our toes"-he smiles-"we will be ok I hope"-he lays them down and held her close and put the covers on them-"warm my love?" She smiled looking at him kindly and nodded "Yes, something I'm not worried right this moment about" She said kindly -he smiles and held her close as they slipped under the covers he held her and stroked her hair-"get some sleep "-he turned thrift off and held her under the covers- FIFA yawned and slowly closed her eyes, everything seemed to happen so perfectly. When she woke up the next morning she saw Clouds face and smiled. -Cloud slept peacefully until he Wei hit with some sun he open his eyes looking up to FIFA and smiles-"Hey there what's shaking."-he raises up and yawns and holds her close-She giggled a little bit kissing him "Nothing much just been watching you sleeping, your peaceful when you're sleeping" -he smiles-"You're saying I'm loud when I'm awake"-he said and laughed bit pulling her close to hold her-She laughed "Hey I like that you have good heart and I love that most of all" -he smiles and stroked her hair and woke up more as he leaned to the head bored with her Cloud smiled as he looked to her gently stroking her cheek--Sepheroth woke up soon enough with mercy by him, he groans as he stretched-"today is another splendid day I wonder how much longer I will have to recuperate" FIFA smiled looking at him "What are you thinking Cloud?" She said softly kissing him deeply she wondered what all would happen to them, she knew with Joseph Roth and his girl it would be hard on everyone. Mercy slowly sat up "I've been awake for three hours was wondering when you would wake" She grinned softly. She leaned into him kissing him running her hand to the side of his face "How are you feeling?" -He broke the kiss-"nothing just thinking how nice it is to be with you again he got up with her and changed he smiles and picked her up still in her PCs and smiles --Spheroid looked to her-"About as good as a dead Whale this pain won't settle and I'm still not at my best we must think of something I want my revenge and I'll do anything to get it"-he said and thought to him self- FIFA smile holding onto him, she closed her eyes thinking of there childhood, she followed Cloud as children and ended up getting hurt but to her, it was not Clouds fault, when she opened her eyes again she grinned. Mercy looked at him "Oh I have an idea..." She grinned evil "You and I are one now Joseph Roth...your dreams have always been my own..." She slowly stood up, she extended her hand out to the front of her she opened her eyes as her eyes flashed green and soon before her was a portal of darkness." I want the material that girl Aries had that is in the ocean, I know where it is, with that I will be able to use it to help you" She looked at Joseph Roth. -he nods-"If you wish just don't make a fool of me"-he said-"I will plan further here"-Spheroid went back to his recuperative training as Cloud smiled and looked to FIFA he walked with her to the kitchen a the made a breakfast they ate and got dressed in his black leather pants and black tank with black coat his boots on the put his buster sword on his back he smiled to FIFA-"you Conan be ok today we can think of a few things to do today I hope" Mercy looked at him "Now when have I ever made you look like a weakling Joseph Roth, I'd rather die then do that" She said kindly and vanished, she managed to get a handle of the material and went back to the cave, with material in hand. Tifa nodded as she got up "I'm not to worried, the bar will be closed today since I planned on it even before you came back" She said kindly "It's going to be a wonderful day I think Cloud a wonderful time" -he nods-"Indeed you brought it back I think it's time to revive what I have lost and time to think of a plan of action"-Cloud smiled as he watched her pick out clothes him already dressed-"What are you going to wear sexy"-he smiles and laughed bit- She placed the Material on their arm as she sighed a bit, she walked up to him and smiled some "You will be just fine, I know this because I say so" She grinned. Tifa looked at him "what do I always wear Cloud, I'm not a dress kind of gal you know that" She grinned. -he smiles and watched To see FIFA what she dressed in smiling--Sepheroth looked to her and held the material once again he felt his power surge through-"here is my plan we will turn FIFA against cloud we will bring her to her knees and make her our slave but I think torture won't do it she has to strong of a will" FIFA got changed into a black dress, she brushed her fingers in her hair and looked at Cloud Mercy listened "if she has a strong will, how exactly will we control her?" She gave him a grin wondering what exactly he had on his mind she looked into his green eyes. -Cloud smiled as he pulled her close and held her by his chest-"So what do we do first "-he smiled as he stroked her hair--Sepheroth Smiled as he looked to her-"how else do you break a person will "-he said with vicious smile- FIFA looked at him kindly "well we could always have a little friendly fight' She grinned Mercy looked at him and laughed "Ohh your so bad" She kissed him she grinned -Cloud looked to her-"Oh explain to me this Friendly fight"-He grinned to her--Sepheroth kissed her backbreaking it-"We have to figure out what to do with her though and who would want in we will have OT gather other ex solders to make our minions for some of this task to help us with this breaking a person-She smiled and pulled away from him as she slipped on her fighting gloves and tossed him his sword. "What you think I mean Cloud" She grinned walking outside and stretched. Mercy laughed "Man that sounds good Joseph Roth, one of the reasons why I love you so much" She grinned happily "Because you are the most evil" She giggled "And I love that" -Cloud shook his head-"You want to spar with me?"-he followed stretching as well--Sepheroth smiled-"Thank you my Dear Mercy"-he held her tight-"I love it when your as evil cruel as i"-he smiles and stroked her hair- FIFA nodded "Exactly Cloud" She said softly making sure her gloves were on tightly Mercy grinned "If I had my way I'd strap FIFA down and slowly kill her" -Cloud sighed carrying his sword out following her-"FIFA come one I'm Conan whip ya"-he said as he followed close behind--Sepheroth looked-"No one Dies before Cloud I want them both dead at once or at least one after another besides I think this give you an opportune time to finally have some play time with my arch nemesis and see why it is hard to exactly kill him since you have failed yet to see the boy in action- FIFA smiled looking at him kindly as her hand started to glow green she ran right at him as she jumped into the air going right for his face. Mercy grinned "Yes well, according to you, I wasn't ready, but I want him dead like you do, have faith Joseph Roth you are powerful, and you will win" -Cloud rolls back as he drops the sword and runs out her swinging his fists--Sepheroth looked to her and walked up to her took her chin and struck her-"You have still much to learn despite you been with me for so long you haven't Learned that No matter what Clouds Power is somehow Very Different it almost matches mine and then some I will just have to continue this little war of mine until its over."-he took her chin again-"But do not worry mercy we have long to go before we permanently die."-he kisses her- FIFA grinned as she blocked his hits, she grinned ever so happily she ran right at him her fist clenched. Mercy listened to him but when he struck her, she looked away from him for just a moment, putting her hand up to her cheek and felt his hand under her chin again, when there eyes met he kissed her, she couldn't help but smile, she wrapped her arms around him. "No matter what happens Joseph Roth we will do this together..." -he nods and dodged her fists and found an opening as he slid his hand under her for a moment to rub against her and dodged away as he trips her--Sepeheroth broke the kiss-"Yes and together we will active victory one day" She smiled as she fell to the ground, but moved pretty quick so that she was up and throwing a punch to his face. Mercy looked into his eyes and smiled softly stroking his cheek "You will have everything your hearts desire Joseph Roth, I promise you" -He gets hit and rebounds and tackles he RTO the ground and tickles her--he smiles and pulled her close-"I may want something to satisfy me now"-he picked her up and kissed her deeply- FIFA grunted hitting the ground, but she couldn't help but laughed at him tickling her "Smarty!" She grinned Mercy looked up at him, wrapping her arms around his neck as he picked her up and kissed her she really was happy moaning into the kiss. "Take what you want Joseph Roth..." -Cloud got off and waited for this little spar to continue or wait for FIFA to tank of something else.--Spheroid looked to her-"And so I shall"-he stood her up and slid her out of her clothes and picking her up again sucked on her breasts as he massaged dropping her ass- FIFA smiled softly and held her fists up and went right at him again going for his jaw Mercy grinned moaning some as he started to suck on her breasts, she never denied Joseph Roth what ever he wanted she gave willingly, her fingers found his hair as she carefully ran down his head. -He continues moving his hands over her body as he nibbles on her neck soon bringing them in OT the bedroom he lays her down undressing her kissing her with passion--Cloud dodged her hit and grabs her from behind and kisses her cheek-"I win"-he smiled a bit-Mercy smiled looking at him lovingly she moaned feeling him touching her, undressing her she became even more turned on quickly. She looked at Joseph Roth, running her hand down his jaw, kissing him for a moment. Tifa was taken back as she was panting heavily "Even in fist fighting you're the best" -He smiled-"You don't think that big sword is just for lugging around do you it builds leg muscles when I'm trying to carry the dam thing I'm quicker than you"-he kisses her cheek and ran his hands up her body to her breasts wrapping his arms around her leaning her against him, he held her gently just enjoying the law of the town from the bar-She smiled "Yeah well you could probably bench press me as well" She giggled relaxing against him, enjoying the look of the area from the bar. "I love you Cloud very much" She looked into his eyes. "I'm glad you came back to me" -He smiles and stroked her hair softly as he had her relax against him-She smiled nodding "How did I get so lucky with you? You are everything in a man I've ever wanted. Your cunning, handsome" She held onto him. "Your perfect" -he laughs and held her tight-"Perfect has flaws to trust me I'm not perfect"-he smiles and laid her head on his shoulder and pet her hair-She smiled looking into his eyes as she rested her head against him "I wonder if we all will grow old fighting the evils of the world" -he laughs-"Not likely we all have to be nuts"-he said as he pulls her body in to his lap-"did you know thee is a monster here in the town"-he said and looked to her-"/The Dreaded tickle monster"-he began to tickle her all over as he tickled her his hands roamed in other place that turned her on a the did it on purpose as he stopped a dlaughed- She smiled "Really? I could go for some monster bashing' But when he started to tickle her she laughed some. "Hey stop that' She chuckled not meaning it, she went right for him lucky for her, he didn't have much anything on just clothing as she went after him. "What's this the great cloud not having much on while awake, what will everyone think" -Cloud laughed as the tickled each other and stopped they were just outside the bar and relaxed as he looked to her-"So What you up for now that you warmed up" She smiled leaning into him moaning into his lips as she sighed "Oh I don't know, we could have all day sex, meaning close the bar" She grinned. -he smiled- "To her-"If you really mean that maybe we could do little different form soph playtime [scenario or dress up] that is if your interested"-he smiled-She smiled "Like what me dressing up in your clothing? You couldn't fit in mine since your not so thin down below" She giggled. "Well or in different outfits from our own closets silly" She chuckled and nodded at him "Alright, sounds fun" -Cloud laughed and got up running in side with her as they smiled and laughed a bit of Cloud sat down and looked to her-"So what should we do first how about you pick out an outfit FIFA, and we can do a scenario off that if it makes scene"-he smirked cheeky- She smiled "Alright" She said softly, going over to the drawers and other things, tossing black pants, a white tee shirt and black boots that surround the wrist. -he went to the bed a dsat down waiting to see what she would change in to as he smiled seeing her get changed-She slipped on, black pants, dressing like Cloud, she ran her fingers in her hair, she smiled. -he looked to her-"Very cute what outfit you aiming for"-eh said-She crossed her arms "I don't know you tell me my little sexy cloud" -he smiles and walked in the closet and closed it and began to dress in a different outfit-

FF7_Double Duo Sex, Love ,and Swords[closed to me and Mayu]|rating:2.0

Private Lessons (Ada and AndyZ)

(period and time for American History. Jennifer Vex worth sat in her assigned seat, dressed impeccably in her school uniform and trying her level best to pay attention. A week ago, everything was fine. The original teacher had been an older man who did funny accents and had a way of keeping her attention. She wasn't a poor student, it was just... Miss ValenwrightIt was so hard to think in this class, always ten degrees warmer than it ought to be. So far she'd gotten away with undoing a couple buttons on her blouse, but eventually, someone was going to give her a warning. She just found herself drifting with thoughts, leaving little gaps in her understanding, which only continued to fill in. She wanted to go up after class, to ask for help, but so far her nerve just hadn't held. Even talking to the young woman was difficult. Was this even normal? It certainly didn't feel normal. How could anyone be expected to pay attention like this? It was only getting worse, too. Yesterday her panties had soaked clean through, and she'd had to switch to her underwear from gym class, but today, she had no such opportunity. Just another stupid mistake from not being able to think straight. Maybe her best bet really was just to stay in the back, accept a passing grade and not make a complete fool of herself. (day at Lincoln High and Brooke Wainwright was a little frazzled. Her prep period had been eaten up by helping some of her students working on a project, and she'd barely had time to eat a granola bar for lunch. Still, she was attempting to put her best foot forward for the students. She appeared poised and covered for her lack of prep by giving out some worksheets to do in class that she'd intended for homework. Still playing catch up from Mister Coats worth's departure, she thought overall, she was doing well. She'd wanted a full-time teaching job since she graduated over three years ago and this could be her lucky break to get a foot in the door. Long term sub looked good on a resume, and she felt like she'd made a connection with the principal already. American History wasn't her strongest subject but the lesson plans she had were coming together. One week in and she was still having trouble with the myriad of names. Five courses was a lot for any teacher, never mind a first year. The classes were all a little overloaded at Lincoln High, too, sometimes twenty-four names in a class meant for eighteen. Still, she could pick out a few. There seemed to be a ton of Madison's a few Paige's and more than her share of Cassandra's, never mind all the boys names which all seemed to rhyme with Aiden; Jayden, Kayden, Braiden, if these kids didn't already hate their parents, they soon would. There was one name that stood out, though, Jennifer Vex worth. Vexworth, now that was a name that you'd remember even if the child were a bit of a dud, but this teen, she was cute and blonde and had sweet little habits. She wasn't just cute, she was sexy. She was hard to ignore. Brooke had crushed on a few of her students before, but she was never substituting more than a few days. Now it was a week, and she was really starting to look forward to Jennifer's presence, looking forward to seeing the girl. There were other pretty girls and boys too, lots of eye candy in this affluent little high school, she hoped temptation didn't present itself, she might have trouble saying no. The other thing about Jennifer was that she seemed to be slipping. Maybe she had a connection with Mister Coats worth, but it was clearly something Brooke should address before this girl's grade started to really be affected. Being sixth period, she did have a planning period after this, so maybe she could hold the girl back to see if she could puzzle out why this girl was slipping. Still, she had to make it through this class. "Okay! So we all did the reading on the Federalist Papers, right? Instead of assigning you the primary source summary sheets, I'm going to ask you to work on them today in class. If you haven't done the reading, you can do it now and do the summary sheet tonight." Brooke had practiced her teacher voice at home. She actually thought she did a good job projecting and controlling the room. "I'll be up here if you need any help with the point-by-points. I'll give you a hint though, there is a difference between Madison's writings before and after the Federalist Papers. Go ahead and get started on those summary sheets." The teacher took a seat and took a breather. She'd bought herself some planning time, and so she opened up her laptop to work on her lesson plans for the following day. Okay, the Federalist Papers. Jennifer had read through them all last night, and it should have been perfectly fresh in her mind. Bits of it lingered in her mind, like the third part of Hamilton's piece on what would become the Second Amendment which was supposed to stop the draft...or...something like that. Studying had become more difficult as well, since thinking about the class just made her think about the teacher. She was still a virgin - she wanted the breaking of her hymen to be truly special - but that didn't stop her from playing around. Even with her panties still on, her clit got swollen enough, and her wetness could soak through the cloth with enough ease that she might as well have removed them. It occurred to her, not for the first time, that she could just sit in the back and play with herself with the hope not to be noticed. It was a stupid thought, though; of course someone would notice. She took a deep breath to clear her thoughts. Federalist papers. She glanced to her book, surprised to find that it wasn't open to the right page. With a sigh borne of frustration, she searched for the right page while looking to the person on her right: Jayden, if she remembered correctly. "Excuse me," she murmured. The boy looked up with a bit of a smile. "Weren't you the girl who wouldn't let me copy off you in Math?" he asked, the pride of a well-remembered insult ringing through his voice. She hadn't even been certain what she was going to ask, but she recognized a bad idea without having to exercise much thought on it. Obviously she wasn't going to get much help from her classmates. Her best bet, as much as it thrilled and frightened her, was going to have to be from asking the teacher. Standing up didn't feel like a good idea, and her legs seemed a little like jelly instead of muscle and bone, but somehow she managed. Rapid footsteps carried her up just a little too quickly, with the distance to the front of the room seeming to double with every step. It wasn't until she was in front of the desk, book opened to the correct page, that she realized she had absolutely no idea what to say. Brooke was lost in thought, thumbing through another text book, trying to construct a lesson on Vietnam for her Modern American History class the following week. She was reading something about Richard Nixon when that vision of a teen appeared at her desk. She looked up at the girl, furrowing her brow at how bewildered she looked. Furthermore, she tilted her head to the side, the girl still hadn't said anything. Furthermore, she smiled and tried to put the girl at ease. "Oh, hello Jennifer. What can I do for you?" She asked, trying to prompt the poor girl who seemed to be at a loss. She absently ran a finger down the chain of her necklace. It was a simple white gold piece with a thin chain and a small sapphire on a tiny pendant. When her shirt was unbuttoned or the necklace was over her shirt, it drew the eye down, but during school hours, she kept it safely tucked inside. Strange that she was fingering the chain now, though. Brooke stopped herself and sat up a little straighter. God help her, the uniforms on these kids were very easy on the eyes and Jennifer made it hard for her not to at least glance up and down the girl's body. She hoped to God the students didn't notice the subtle ways she checked them out. Jennifer didn't notice being checked out, but then, she didn't really manage to look up from her book. Trembling fingers paged through the book, trying to search for the right question to ask. It didn't help that Jennifer wasn't all that used to asking for help. So many of her studies just seemed to come naturally to her, and she still had to put in effort but wasn't used to having to ask questions. The shame of not knowing the answer, of having to come forward and ask might have been a simple thing to most, but the helpless feeling only compounded with what she was feeling at the moment." I'm not stupid." It totally hadn't been what Jennifer had meant to say, yet when her mouth forced itself open, something much more like a plea to be believed came out instead of a request for assistance. The sudden desire that Miss Wainwright not see her as some sort of bumbling cretin simply overrode everything else. "There's just this... I have a...and..." Great, now words weren't even bothering in complete sentences. Gently trembling, she understood why cheesy movies had a character suddenly get up and start running in a terrible situation. It wasn't anywhere near a feasible idea, but she wanted to. Her mouth went slack, and then shut, leaving a statue unable to find the right words nor willing to run away. Although having a student ask questions of the teacher wasn't anything unusual, a few of the students seemed to notice. Whispers turned into muted giggles, but Jennifer didn't notice. They weren't close enough to be easily heard, but also far enough away not to easily see Jen's body language or the way she couldn't quite bring herself to look at Miss Wainwright. This girl was clearly reaching for something, though Brooke was a bit confused as to what. Brooke bit her lower lip as she listened and then looked down at the pages that Brooke was flicking through. Well, she could save this girl from fumbling around a bit, couldn't she? "No, of course you're not stupid. The reading was a little dense, wasn't it? Sometimes they take a lot of words to say something that we take for granted, don't they? It reflects that a lot of these were new ideas to them or at least new to the people they were trying to reach. They had to get these ideas out into the world. Maybe you could go over the reading again. Take a few notes to call out what you see." She thought about it. She did want to catch this girl after class. "Would you like to come by at the end of the period, so I could go over some of the highlights with you? The first time I read The Federalist Papers, I was pretty lost, myself." She didn't think this girl was dumb, and she didn't want her classmates to think so either. Needing help didn't mean you were dumb either, of course. She then smiled softly and then leaned in, murmuring low, so the other students couldn't hear, "There's also a great website I could show you that does a pretty good job of breaking them down." She hoped the conspiratorial offer would make the girl feel better. The teacher was impeccably nice, just as Jen should have realized she would be. People came up all the time to ask questions to the teacher, and it wasn't that big of a deal. If Jen hadn't been so weird, or messed up, or whatever, this wouldn't be such a problem. At a loss for words, Jen simply nodded, heading back to her desk. Next period was lunch, and she usually made do with breakfast and dinner anyway. Maybe it wasn't entirely healthy, but it seemed to do a lot for her figure. Besides, spending some time in the library after American History usually helped her calm down and get her brain back in gear for the rest of her classes. She could do that now. A quick trip to the bathroom would give her a chance to get a drink of water and a minute of privacy. Even if she didn't have to go, it's not as if anyone would know that. Still, it probably wouldn't solve anything to keep running off. It shouldn't even be that big of a deal. Words could get confusing, but context helped a lot in that regard. She would just have to take notes. Notes weren't all that much her style, but things were flitting through her head too rapidly to stay long enough to be registered. Context. How was she going to get context without having enough time to stop and think on everything being said? She opened up the notebook to a blank page, writing Federalist Papers across the top in flowing, practiced script to add a sense of beauty and artistic flair. Her right leg crossed over her left at the ankles, and her lips gently dipped over the eraser in a frustrated, nervous habit. If she just stared long enough, eventually her brain would kick in. If she stopped looking at or thinking about her beautiful teacher, something would have to register. Brooke canted her head to the side, giving an amused smile as the girl departed without saying a word. She wondered if the girl was feeling alright. She wasn't really that intimidating, was she? Maybe she'd been caught staring? She'd have to be more careful with her eyes, though one more quick glance in Jennifer's direction couldn't hurt. The period passed reasonably fast for Brooke, she had all that planning to do, and now she had the pressure of potentially sacrificing another planning period to help a student out. She let out a little sigh as the planning progressed. At the end of the period Brooke stood up again. "You can turn in your summary sheets now or keep them and turn them in at the start of the period tomorrow, just like normal." She moved around her desk, parking her butt on the edge of it and crossing her legs at the ankle, she smiled at the kids, "Just put the papers in my inbox, and I'll see you all tomorrow." That was her dismissal and the kids packed up their things and took off for the next class. Brooke stole another glance at Jennifer, whom she was expecting to join her to go over the reading and the assignment. By the end of the period, Jen had managed to find herself in the zone for long enough to actually get some work done. Just making herself stare down at her paper with her legs crossed had done the trick, and she didn't feel like she really got everything, but she made a good half an hour of progress. Various notes and scrawling marks filled up the page, a stark contrast to her beautiful and structured heading. Several strands of blonde hair had worked their way out from her hair clip thanks to absent-minded stroking of her hair as she concentrated. Hearing the instructor dismiss the class didn't break her trance, but having everyone get up and leave did. Jen glanced up to see Miss Wainwright posed over the desk, and her thoughts went right back to jelly. Screaming. Crying. Running. Trying to recite everything she'd learned so far. All of these were responses, various things her brain attempted to suggest while revved into the sudden overdrive. None of them would help. Jen had filled up her sheet with notes, but she didn't get anywhere close in regard to a proper summary sheet. The page read more like an essay of incomplete sentences, listing off her various thoughts. Cross-references came up like chicken scratch but were obvious references to the Bill of Rights when compared to the Federalist Papers, pointing out the differences. Left in that zone for a few more hours, she would likely have finished the assignment with flying colors. One thing had changed, though. Instead of constantly looking away, Jen found herself staring at Miss Wainwright. She couldn't help but soak in the way her necklace sparkled in the light, the soft curve of her legs, the way her body was splayed out over the desk. Fiery crimson came back to her cheeks. At a loss for words for the moment, Jen just stepped forward, offering over the notepad for the teacher to examine. Hopefully it would provide the proof that she at least wasn't trying to slack, that she wanted to put forth the effort. Brooke gave the girl an encouraging smile and then moved to take a seat in one of the chairs of the front row. She brought over the teacher's edition of the textbook and a small annotated copy of The Federalist Papers. She dragged another chair over so they could sit practically side-by-side at one of the desks, then toyed with her necklace again before she caught herself doing it and stopped." Thanks for staying, is this an okay time? You don't have another class now, do you?" She looked up at Jennifer curiously and shifted a bit in her seat, crossing one leg over the other. In the medium length skirt she was wearing, this wasn't a particularly racy move." I just wanted to make sure we got you on the right track here though..." She paused, as though really giving the girl's face a good look for the first time. This poor girl was distracted or...something. Brooke decided to close her books and give the girl her full attention. After a pause she asked, "Jennifer? Are you okay? Is everything alright here at school? Or at home?" Although Jennifer gave a nice smile in thanks for the teacher's kindness, she didn't quite seem to know what to do or say. She'd expected everything to end up talking directly about the Federalist Papers, and the conversations that she'd prepared in her heart all bounded directly from those avenues of conversation. Of course, though, the teacher was much too nice and worried about her. Jennifer wasn't really sure how to respond to that. She nodded when asked if it was an okay time and shook her head regarding if she had class next period, but some questions required actual conversation to answer. It almost didn't seem fair: what was she that this goddess of a teacher would be worried about her? Part of her even wanted to be a little ill and be nursed back to health." There's this girl." Each word came out stunted, forced out with embarrassment. Jennifer's eyes aimed for the floor, but they stopped somewhere around Brooke's knees. At least with her lips moving, her thoughts managed to keep flooding out. "I can't think straight around her, and I'm not stupid, but I'm worried about how well I'll do in this class now." She shook her head, and her hands folded down on the desk to keep herself from fidgeting with her hair. "The movies lie, you know? They have being in love as like a slow-down thing, everything in life is peaceful and great. It's more like, fast. Roller-coaster fast." Her eyes jumped back up to meet Brooke's. "And your heart speeds up, and your PU-" Whatever word she was about to use caught in her throat, adding a shade of ruby to her cheeks. "And you can't slow down, and you don't want to, but you have to! For school." A soft sigh puckered her lips as she crossed her legs a little tighter. "You know?" Brooke tilted her head as she studied the girl. The poor thing was still very cute and attractive, even in her distress. The teacher arched her eyebrows as the girl finally opened her mouth and began to speak. "Girl? You mean...oh!" She bit her lower lip, these are things teacher training doesn't prepare you for. Alarm bells rang in her head, but she didn't know what to do. She nodded and continued to listen. At the girls mention of her heart and her...something else, Brooke actually blushed. She swallowed, what could she tell this girl?" W-well," she started. No, that wouldn't do. She cleared her throat and then stood up, walked over to the classroom door and shut it. She turned and smiled, "Well," She spoke more clearly, more loudly and confidently, "Well, I'm not sure if I'm qualified to really give you advice about this. Love is, well, it's messy, isn't it?" She shrugged awkwardly. She almost said love was a battlefield. "I guess the place to start is...have you spoken to her about it?" Was she really going to play love counselor to this girl? She moved back to lean against the teacher's desk, seemingly her favorite perch." What do you think would help you concentrate better? Maybe writing her a note? Dropping it in her locker?" This wasn't going well at all. At first, she figured that the teacher might actually guess, or at least just let things go, or something, or change the subject, or anything. Of course Miss Wainwright was really kind, though. She already proved herself as fantastic as so many ways. Her legs crossed a little tighter, and she decided to bank on that kindness. Her eyes shut tight to try to summon up all the strength she could. "It's a teacher," she finally admitted. "I can't say anything, or I could get expelled or something." Jen had no idea how the actual system worked or what the punishment would be, and her adolescent mind had no difficulty in rapidly assuming the worst. Obviously a nervous habit, she undid the clip, shaking out her hair a bit and leaving her luscious blond locks briefly on display before snagging it all back up in a proper ponytail. "I don't know, I mean...part of me doesn't want to concentrate, you know? I don't know." Her eyes opened to reveal a misty gaze, not really in tears but far past the ability to combat this on her own." And what happens if it is a teacher anyway?" Now she was just ranting, the influx of emotions taking the opening for whatever vent it could get. "They say you only get one person. What if that's a teacher and you just...never get anyone else? I don't know if that's true, I don't know if I believe in soulmates, but..." Her head shook again. In the rush, it didn't really stop to occur to her to be able to explain away how there weren't many teachers in this class to distract her. Brooke smiled a little to herself as she watched the girl squirm a bit in her seat. She couldn't help but think she was cute. Suddenly though, the word, "Teacher," was introduced to the conversation and the smile ran away from her face. Teacher? A woman teacher? What other teachers would Jennifer have? Her mind raced and then it hit her. The room seemed to get close and hot. A switch got flipped and adrenaline and arousal flooded Brooke's body. She swallowed, but her mouth felt dry. She looked down, panicking, she felt like she was hyperventilating, but she was keeping cool on the outside, except for the deep flush to her cheeks. As the girl raved it gave time for Brooke to regain some of her composure. "Brooke. I... I'm not sure if you should be talking to me about this anymore. Furthermore, I mean, you can if someone's hurt you or...but...just...stop talking, okay? Stop. I mean it." She was telling this girl to shut up. It was for the best. Brooke couldn't be party to this girl confessing her love to her. "Just...take a deep breath and... I'll tell you what, why don't you work on your um, sheet. The uh...worksheet...the homework." She had forgotten the name of the assignment she'd just given the rest of the class. "Just, work on it tonight and if you're not feeling good about it tomorrow we can...um...figure something else out." Brooke had broken into a cold sweat. "If you need any help, you have my email address, I gave it to everyone when I started here, right? I mean, you know, if you need help with the homework, or, I guess if you have any other questions related to..." She panicked, she wasn't sure what to say. She didn't want to completely shut this girl out, but she didn't want to lose her job. "Just...just email me, okay?" That was the wrong thing for her to say, she knew it, she was leaving the girl an opening, but she couldn't handle what was going on. She had to buy herself some time. "Email me about the worksheet or whatever and...MMM...." She sprung from her perch on the desk and to the door, practically flinging it open, "My door is always open," she said, only afterward, realizing the comedic value of what she said. She was too panicked to find anything funny about it, though. She then looked at Jennifer, actually looked at her. Furthermore, she froze for a moment, but her panic was melting away a little, eyes softening. Furthermore, she gave the girl a soft, encouraging smile, she couldn't help it. The girl was beautiful and in the end, it was flattering and more than a little exciting. She'd figure out what to do over a bottle of wine, later that night, but for now, she'd see the girl for what she was and just drink in the beautiful girl before her. "I... I'm sorry, Jennifer," she said, her voice softer. "It's just, I need to think. Just be a good girl and um...email me?" She made one last plea for it, clinging to the idea like it was her salvation. There were a lot of things that Jennifer was pretty good at. English, Science and the like could be easily taught from one person to another, passed down with the lessons brought to bear. Matters of the heart, however, were a different story, and all she really had to go by were stories and movies. Not a lot had prepared her for what she perceived as obvious rejection when she hadn't even really intended to profess her feelings. People talked about heartbreak, but she hadn't expected it to feel like just an ache in her chest, a real and honest feeling that something inside her was just broken, gone, and she would never be the same. She didn't really know what she expected. On television, people often gave advice with a hug, knowing just what to say. Of course, not only wasn't this TV, but people in shows never seemed to have anything close to the kinds of problems that real people did. It was probably for the best. What was Miss Wainwright supposed to say, anyway? Certainly the teacher had done a much better job of composing herself than Jen did. As pretty as she was, no doubt all kinds of people ended up crushing on her all the time. What was one more stupid student who couldn't even manage a simple assignment in the class? What she absolutely knew was that she wasn't going to cry. Sure, her vision was a little blurry, but that could mean anything. She'd embarrassed herself more than enough already, and breaking out into tears in front of Miss Wainwright was a humiliation she just wasn't prepared to go through." I'm sorry." Her words choked up in her throat despite a focused attempt to sound calm and mature. Even with the soft shaking of her hands, she had herself packed up in moments, moving quickly for the door. All she had to do was make it to the bathroom, and everything she was feeling would hopefully be gone by the time she got home. Okay, this had turned into an utter disaster. Brooke was left a little dumbfounded as the girl packed up and started to hurry from the classroom. "Jennifer, wait. It's... It's okay, I..." But it was too late, she had to let the girl go. First, her heart went out to the girl. Who hadn't had a crush on a teacher at her age? And it must be so confusing to the poor thing. But Brooke was also confused. Did Jennifer think she was being rejected? She'd tried to be as open as she dared and told the girl to email her, again and again. Was that what she was doing? Being open to it? No, she was just buying time. Of course, she couldn't be with a student, she had to reject it. So it was okay, the girl should be upset, she was just rejected. But that was all wrong. She hadn't rejected, or didn't want to reject her. Brooke's mind continued to turn circles like this, keeping her frozen. Could she go after the girl? What would that look like? Could she call the girl at home? That would look even worse. No, she could call the girl at home, it would be normal...but what would she tell the parents? What would she tell Jennifer? What would Jennifer tell her parents? There was no easy way to reach out to the girl. There was...no...well...wait, this would be better than email. She'd write the girl a note and drop it in her locker. No electronic trail, those were impossible to get rid of. Paper trails you could toss or burn easy enough. Why was she even thinking like this? Still, she liked the note idea. Brooke's mind put together a plan. Okay, so she could get Jennifer's locker number in the administrative office, there was just a binder there on the shelf for anyone to grab and look up a locker number. If anyone asked, she was just...giving feedback on a worksheet that was due tomorrow, which made sense, because there was one due tomorrow. She was going the extra mile for her student. Then she'd slip the note in and...okay, it was going to work. First, she had to write the note. She started and stopped the note a few times. She shredded her first few attempts, grunting and pounding her desk a little in frustration, but finally she had it. Brooke went to the office, a little nervous and in a cold sweat. She smiled at the secretaries as she went about her business, okay the plan was going to work. Then she hurried to Jennifer's locker and slipped the folded envelop into the girl's locker. The note was written in a legible but quickly written, flowing piece of handwriting. The handwriting was recognizable to any of Brooke's student's as hers. It read:J, I think you know who this is, but I won't say outright, I have to keep things discreet for now. I just wanted to write and let you know that I am really flattered that you feel that way around me and that I'd be lying if I said I didn't think you were a beautiful young girl, but I think you know I have to be careful. I would like to talk to you more about this but please, email isn't such a good idea right now. Let's keep our communication to handwritten notes or talking in person. I couldn't bear the thought of you going through the rest of your day feeling rejected. Please know, I was trying to just find a better, safer way to say what I wanted to say. I'm afraid I can't even say all I want to say in this note, but please, take it as encouragement. I want to see you again, let's talk tomorrow.-Brooke had a lump in her throat. She prayed the girl hadn't just randomly switched lockers. The note could have easily come from another student, right? To this point, she'd played it safe and could deny the whole thing. Why was she feeling so guilty, though? She didn't ask for any of this. She let out a sigh and checked her watch. Furthermore, she didn't have much time before the next period, so she stepped back towards her classroom and to finish out the rest of her day. By the time Jennifer made it to her locker at the end of the day, she felt more numb than anything else. People talked about preferring the agony of pain to the frigid chill of apathy, but it just wasn't true. It was so much better to just feel nothing, to shut down entirely. She found the note, and after the first sentence, her body shifted to lean against the adjacent locker to hide its contents. It didn't make a lot of sense to her, but then, she hadn't really understood why Miss Wainwright had wanted her to e-mail either. Then again, it was a more incongruous piece to the puzzle that her mind had simply discarded in lieu of all the other information. It wasn't as though anything in her life made perfect sense at the moment. Hope could really sting, but - no matter how painful - it honestly did feel better to hold onto that possibility when the alternative was the arctic wasteland of depression. Even if all you could see was a tiny dot, the light of a star carried for trillions of miles. Funny how something so soft could bring tears even when she'd fought them away despite the jagged slices of a flat refusal...what she'd thought was a flat refusal. She'd planned to write out an apology in an e-mail, but now, one was never sent. In some twisted way she didn't understand, the letter had allowed Jennifer to focus on the work with a new diligence. As though she was trying to prove herself worthy, her eyes burned holes in the work until she fell asleep at the keyboard. The next day brought out a new determination in Jennifer. Yes, she'd brought an extra pair of panties because she had little doubt she'd need them, but the fire extended to her schoolwork instead of just her loins. Lip gloss touched up her features, the nude color only distinguishable in the faint shine from the room's bright illumination. The faint rosy glow of her cheeks echoed the burning scarlet of yesterday. Jennifer knew how to apply makeup without making its application obvious, and most people only noticed in the way her beauty appeared to linger just a bit longer in their heads after looking at her. She took a seat at the front of the class, her determination that much more obvious in her demeanor. Throughout the years, a few of her classmates had seen her get frustrated in a class and thought that they knew what it meant. The paper from yesterday was now completed, but for the life of her, Jennifer hadn't really known what to add into a note. The one thing that stuck with her about the note was how it had been signed. B, not V. That meant Brooke, not Wainwright. If she was going to ride this roller coaster straight into a brick wall, she could manage that. Jennifer knew how to burn with hope, and no matter how much her inner doubts scorched her insides, it felt in many ways the same as any other class which had given her trouble. If she really was doomed to fail, it was going to be a spectacular attempt all the same. That night, Brooke tossed and turned. Her mind was just full of conflict. Did she do the right thing? She was just trying to help a student feel better about her crush, that was all. These were the lies she told herself, but then she would think that what she'd done, what she'd tried to say, the note she'd written, the gut-wrenching feeling of seeing Jennifer in distress, that she felt the need to hide what she was doing from other people at the school and to ask Jennifer to do the same...those added up to more than just sympathy. Whatever she'd done, she could chalk it up to poor judgement. She'd go in tomorrow and help Jennifer feel better, but she wouldn't cross any lines. She'd have a good day, run good lessons, and have a good talk with Jennifer and that would be that. No, that was naive. It wouldn't end tomorrow, would it? She could end it tomorrow. She would. It might hurt the girl, but they'd both feel a little better. She didn't want to hurt the girl. Jennifer was so sweet and she was a genuinely beautiful girl. The panic had pushed the thoughts from her head, but the teen wasteland that school uniform really did it for Brooke. She couldn't think like that. That would only cloud things, but gosh it was tempting. Brooke didn't get much sleep and so the next day, she wasn't at her best. Keeping discipline in the classroom was a challenge the first few periods, but she was perking up by the mid-way point. She'd even had time to get some lunch and put some of this other business out of her head. As the clock ticked on, though and her lunch period was coming to an end, she started to dread seeing Jennifer, if only for the fact that she'd have to confront this conflict straight on. Suddenly, she wasn't so hungry. She pushed aside her half-eaten salad and turned her attention to her lesson plans. As the period drew to a close and students started to shuffle in for the start of the next period, Brooke took a deep breath to steel herself. She thought this was going to be the longest class of her tenure at Lincoln High. When Brooke walked in, Jennifer gave a simple nod of her head and smile, but nothing else. Most people wouldn't easily spot the signs of nervousness while she was right up in front: her legs crossed just a little higher and tighter than usual, her pencil shaking in her twitching fingertips, an appearance that was just a little too perfect as opposed to her usual cavalier attitude towards trying to make her look work in the uniform. Jennifer had built herself up an elaborate fortress out of the glass formed from the heat of the hope that the letter had given her, and she would warrant no conscious acceptance of the possibility that it could all shatter. Sadly, her efforts during class didn't seem to improve by anything more than a marginal degree. Simply having grit her teeth and focused her efforts had done a lot for her to get her to this point, but just seeing the target of her desire didn't do much of anything less to set her heart fluttering. She was still only human. She wanted so badly to think of something clever, something awesome she could say to Miss Wainwright once the class was done. Discretion, now that it had been pointed out as an abject necessity, wasn't going to be a problem. Granted, she probably wasn't going to be paying attention as well as she wanted, but she'd also taken the time to go over things last night for that reason. At least she didn't have to worry about her attention drifting too much when she just had to remember what she'd already gone over. Maybe she could just do that every night... Brooke gave Jennifer a warm smile when she first saw the girl. She found herself continuing to smile at her, to the point where she was purposefully turning away or smiling at other kids so it wouldn't stand out or look too weird, but to Jennifer, it'd probably be pretty clear that those smiles were coming her way. At the start of the lesson, she reminded students to turn in their worksheets, though some were obviously still furiously trying to fill them out at the last minute. The lesson covered and reinforced some of the ideas of the reading, presenting a few new ones. She also covered the aftermath of the papers as the lead up to the ratification of the Constitution. There was another reading assignment, this time in the text book, a summary of the events around the constitutional convention and then a primer on the bill of rights. "Have the reading done by Monday morning, but do yourself a favor and do it tonight so you can ask questions tomorrow before the weekend. Okay, that's it, everyone. I'll see you all tomorrow...oh, and if you haven't turned in your work sheets, turn them in now. I'm going to be nice and not mark them late if they're in my hand before you leave the door. Furthermore, I won't be so nice next time." Brooke liked to think of herself as tough but fair. As the class came to a close and students packed up and left, Brooke's eyes focused on Jennifer, though she watched the other students filter out of the room, hoping they wouldn't notice if Jennifer was staying behind. If not for all the smiles, maybe Jennifer would have been able to pay better attention... No. As much as she wanted to try to shift the blame, to try to tell herself that she wasn't giddy or ridiculous, she was just having too great of a time. With those smiles, the world fit a little better like a roller coaster, except with the realization that that speed was passing by so much more quickly, and she was just missing it. It was more like how they say that time flies when you're having fun, and if she hadn't been making some genuine attempt to concentrate, it would have been nothing less than beautiful. She almost didn't realize when class was over. Miss Wainwright was talking, sure, but Jennifer couldn't help but focus on the sound of her voice, the way her body shifted and moved when she spoke. She wasn't sure how appropriate her eyes remained, but it seemed unlikely that anyone would notice from just the back of her head. Still, she took her time in packing everything back up, slow and simple, hopefully not being noticed. As she picked up the last of her things, she glanced to Miss Wainwright, opening her mouth. She had planned to say something, anything, and yet she had nothing at all. No plan, nothing witty, not even a noise of confidence. She'd already used up so much just getting to this point, trying her best, wanting so hard to be able to pay attention and not cause an issue. Her mouth closed once more, her lower lip trembling just a little as her gaze turned away. Brooke needed a plan, she needed something to latch on to. Her head was spinning with ideas, none of them good. She sighed and then walked over to close the door behind the last of the departing students. She even shut the lights out this time, so the room was just illuminated by the bright windows overlooking the athletic fields behind the school and the light through the frosted glass on the window and running the length of the room in little windows at the ceiling. All in all, the room wasn't super dim. She swallowed and turned to look at this girl. This girl that had occupied all her spare thoughts in the past twenty-four hours. She bit her lower lip. "Jennifer...can I call you Jen?" She realized she barely knew this girl, for all the time she'd devoted to thinking about her. She looked down, choosing her words carefully. "I guess, we should start with...what do you think would make it easier for you to focus on class?" She was talking about mundane school things, but her adrenaline was pumping. She felt flushed and looked it too. Furthermore, she was starting to breathe more rapidly. "It's important to me that you can be successful in this class, and I'll do whatever I can to make that happen." It was important, she wanted all her students to succeed, especially in the wake of Mr. Coats worth's departure, she thought it would reflect well if she was able to keep all her students engaged. "Do you think...do you think that you might like some more time with me? Time like now, to help you study, or time after school perhaps? Do you do any extracurriculars?" So now here they were. The lights were out, but Jennifer could still see just fine. Even so, being in the dark, not quite being able to get a good look at Miss Wainwright, she felt her heartbeat slow down just a little. It wasn't enough to completely calm her down. Still, whatever she could get right now would help. A slow breath helped steady her nerves. "Jen's good, Miss Wainwright." She didn't honestly know where this was going. She had no idea what to do, what would happen. Even if the teacher suddenly jumped her, it wasn't like Jen had any real degree of experience or understanding of what to do. She wasn't even really sure whether she'd actually ever had an orgasm, and according to all the magazines, if you weren't sure, you hadn't." I'm... I'm not perfect with extracurricular activities," she admitted. "I tried out for the track team last year, but just ended up spraining my ankle." She sat back down at the desk, her voice holding a gentle wobble not unlike a bubbling brook. She wasn't looking directly at Miss Wainwright, and that seemed to help." Last night, I just went over everything that I expected to come up today, and that seemed to work pretty well." It wasn't a perfect solution by any means, granted, but she felt a little scared of the idea of not being able to resolve it. If for some reason she couldn't, that seemed unbearable as well, and she didn't mind putting in the extra work. Yet, as she listened, she noticed that Miss Wainwright was starting to breathe more quickly. That made her curious. Her eyes snapped back on the teacher, trying to focus a little more through the semi-shadowy room. Brooke took a slow breath, trying to calm her nerves, but it wasn't enough. She bit her lower lip and then swallowed. "You...you got my note. I hope it made you feel better. Now... I know you have good reading comprehension, so I'm going to assume you know a thing or two about subtext and reading between the lines, right?" She crossed back to her desk and slid up on top of it to have a seat. Brooke could feel her blouse clinging to her as she began to sweat a little. She tugged at it for some ventilation though it didn't seem to help much. She started to speak very slowly, almost letting every word have its own beat. "O-okay. So...what I want to say is, I think it would be a good idea for you to spend a little time here with me in my classroom," Then she paused and when she resumed she picked up the pace a little, "So that we can help you keep up in class. I've noticed your grades have slid a little in the past couple of weeks, and I'd be very glad to spend a little time with you...helping you better understand the material we've covered." At this point she shifted her legs, moving to cross them and in doing so, parting them just momentarily, giving a brief flash up her conservative skirt, giving a momentary glimpse at a pair of silky red panties. She swallowed and continued, "And I always welcome the opportunity to know my students a little better. I know I'm new and so learning what makes you tick will help us both." She then undid a button of her blouse, though she was hardly showing any cleavage, and she tugged her small sapphire necklace out from between her cleavage to rest on her chest. She could hardly believe that she just said those things. They were as innocent as she could make them but as plain as day, she said she wanted to see more of this girl. She couldn't be any more obvious while still maintaining a level of deniability. She wanted to spend time alone with this girl. Jen would have to be pretty dense not to pick up on these signals, especially the little flash she hoped the girl had seen. It was all true, and she was giving in to thoughts she'd tried to push away." Jen, would you like to spend some time here, getting help?" Jen listened as attentively as she could, watching the teacher with nearly unblinking eyes. She rapidly and easily picked up on the nuances, and for a few moments, she wondered whether she was hallucinating. Certainly it was a bit dark, and maybe, just maybe, she was seeing what she wanted to see instead of reality. It had to be, though. If she was going crazy, then she would rather be insane and live in such a rapture than have gone mad and not be able to revel in it. If she'd discovered anything over the time since she'd first laid eyes upon the teacher, nothing else really mattered if you didn't have everything your heart helping you to follow the right path and do what you needed to do. She understood without doubt why people did crazy things, why entire wars could be fought over love, how an entire life became meaningless if it wasn't properly used. Even if she wasn't completely certain, the note meant that she had to either fly or crash in the attempt. Her hands went up to her hair clip, popping it free and giving her head and shoulders a small shake to let the straight blonde hair fall over her shoulders. Her legs uncrossed, but instead of slipping to the other knee, simply went wide in a begging invitation. She wore simple white cloth panties, but so wet as to be virtually transparent around the center. If she could have, she would have filled the entire room with the musky scent of her lust." You're my teacher." Her words came through as nothing less than begging, the pouty expression she displayed most likely an attempt to emulate some movie actress. If not for a faint facial tic at the cheek, pertinent proof of her abject terror at being denied or rejected again, she might well have pulled it off perfectly. "I want to do whatever you think is best." Brooke could hardly believe what she'd done, but she was having an even harder time believing what the result was. Jen was a smart girl like she suspected. Brooke swallowed and watched as the blond undid her hair. Her breath catching and then her eyes went wide as the girl spread her legs. She was practically shaking, and she bit her lower lip. She gazed at the girl, gazed at her face and then gazed down at her wet panties. "Jen," she breathed, looking into the girl's eyes again. Brooke shifted her thighs together and then uncrossed them, leaving them open slightly. She opened her legs slowly, giving a better and better view of those silky red panties. Things were now over the line, well over the line. "Jen...do you understand what could...happen to me, if you tell anyone? You can't tell anyone, not even your best friend, okay?" She unbuttoned another button of her blouse and gyrated her hips slowly on the desk. "I don't have a plan, Jen. I don't know what I'm doing, but I... I don't want to turn you away. Furthermore, I want to...do whatever this is, with you." The thought of telling someone came like a splash of cold water, but not because Brooke thought that Jen would tell someone. At least, not directly. They didn't know each other all that well, after all. As Jen confessed, her eyes shifted and wanted to look away, but she couldn't make her eyes drift from the beauty of the redhead before her." I don't...really have a lot of friends," she admitted. "There's some people online, but you can't really talk to people online about your personal life. It just isn't safe." She'd heard stories about abductions and the like, and giving any of her information just wasn't something she was willing to risk. A finger traced over her clit through the panties, drawing forth a hiss of breath from her lips. Now that she could, there was so much she wanted to say. "I try to only touch myself with my panties on," she said. "I'm always afraid I'm going to break my hymen, but I only want someone special to do that." With those words, she pushed her eyes straight up to Brooke. "Someone special like you, MIS..." Her lips paused for a moment, drawing forth the right word. "Brooke." Putting her legs back together, she slipped off her panties and tossed them over to her teacher. Spreading her legs once more to show that she was clean-shaven and eager for this moment, she pushed her tush to the edge of the chair and tossed one leg over the top of the desk. Her lips opened once more, wanting to say something clever, something daring, but her eyes only held desperate pleading. Things had clearly gotten out of hand. Brooke was breathing heavy, both from intense arousal--she couldn't remember the last time she was this excited--and from a bit of panic, she wasn't sure what she should do. She bit her lower lip and watched the girl touch herself. This was something the girl was doing herself. She hadn't asked for this, so it was okay, right?" J-Jen... I..." Her throat got dry even as her pussy got wetter and wetter. She wiggled her legs a little, pulling them closed but spreading them slightly again. As the girl tossed her panties at her, it sort of snapped her back to reality. No, she was past the point of no return and this was where she wanted to be. She slipped her bottom from the desk and walked towards the girl. She looked down into Jen's eyes and there was no doubt to Brooke, this girl wanted this. "There's...really no chance of you breaking it unintentionally, I think." She reached down to touch Jen on the cheek, the first time she'd ever touched this girl, stroking her fingers along her cheek. "You really think I'm special, don't you? You can call me Brooke, Miss Wainwright, whatever you want." She knelt before the girl and looked up at her, running a hand along her leg. "You're a beautiful girl...head to toe..." She looked down at the girl's sex and then back up to the girl's face. "We don't have time right now, for me to do this properly." She kissed the girl's thigh and smiled gently. "If you wanted to take care of yourself, to play with your pussy, I'd be happy to watch. The rest...well let's wait until after school. Can you come here after the last bell?" She planted another kiss on the girl's thigh and looked up at her. Brooke was suddenly feeling protective of the girl, she cared about this girl, she wanted it to be special, not some rushed job. She bit her lower lip. She didn't know what to say to this girl. Furthermore, she didn't know if she should tell her these feelings or just let things happen, clearly this girl had some feelings for her, some ideas of her own. As Brooke knelt before Jen, all her hopes and desires burned within her, kicking up her breathing a couple extra notches. Hearing that she couldn't accidentally break her hymen made her more daring as well, since Jen had never actually tried enough pressure to see how much it would withstand. As it was, the stories about horseback riding and bicycles had been believable, even if they were probably just made up. She couldn't help but get a little rougher with herself as a result. As it was, she wasn't entirely certain she could stop even if she wanted to. Certainly she couldn't bear to make herself wait until after school. "This is my lunch break," she explained, "and I never eat lunch. We have the full hour." She kicked up her other leg onto Brooke's shoulder, although she was having some trouble holding the position. The lust of the moment only made her work her clit faster, which added to the aroma of her need, undeniable with her shaved, naked pussy so close to her teacher's face. A hand went up to stroke her breast through her bra, but instead she placed it over Brooke's cheek. She wanted to stare into those beautiful eyes for a while. Brooke cooed, she was sorely tempted to give in, to give the girl a nice little quickie. Her tongue could use the exercise, she hadn't licked pussy in too long and had never licked a sweet virginal pussy like this one. "Oh trust me, darling, I want to... but we've already spent ten minutes or so talking, and we've got to be done at least 20 minutes before the start of next period, just in case someone else lets class out early. I could make you cum, girl, but I want to do it right." She inhaled deeply through her nose, taking in the scent of the girl as she watched. She licked her lips and breathed a little heavier. "I-if you make yourself cum, darling, you get a good look at my pussy before next period. A good teacher rewards her students." She teased another button of her blouse open, showing a full view of her cleavage and a bit of the lacy, navy blue bra she was wearing underneath. She watched the girl rubbing her clit and shifted on her knees, hiking her skirt up a little to ease the shifting. Although she tried to keep her eyes locked on Brooke's, the buttons slipping away rapidly drew her gaze, staring down at Brooke's chest. Her breath was coming a bit more rapidly now, making it harder to speak as she fought to keep herself breathing but refused to slow down her hand. Her other hand slipped away from Brooke's cheek, then started to reach out to hold her hand as well, but didn't want to stop her from unbuttoning or doing anything else she wanted to do. As the minutes went by, she ended up needing that free hand to occasionally reclaim the uncomfortable position with her legs spread at crazy angles on the desk and Brooke's shoulder. The longer she went at it, the clearer it became that Jennifer was reaching levels she never had before. Her breath heaved against the uniform blouse, occasionally releasing in mewls of sweet rapture. Yet part of her also seemed afraid, confused. The feelings were strange to her, far too powerful to ignore or stop yet a bit overwhelming as her first real experience. Her leg on the desk kicked involuntarily, but she used her free hand to keep herself from falling off. Brooke watched and bit her lower lip. She realized the girl wasn't the most experienced at this. She desperately wanted to aid the girl, to just stick her head between the girl's legs and show her how it was done, but she knew she couldn't take that risk in the short time they had left. Brooke then stood up and brought a chair around so she could sit in front of Jen. Brooke spread her legs for the girl, watching her closely. She swallowed and then reached down, pulling her panties to the side to show her slit to the teen that was desperately playing with herself. Brooke's slit was well trimmed, but she was certainly a natural red head. Her folds were wrinkled and engorged, certainly a more mature sex than the teen's and quite wet as well. Brooke slid a finger along her petals and then pressed one up inside of her. She closed her eyes and let out a grunt as that finger squirmed around inside of her. She leaned towards Jen and then pulled the finger out, offering the wet digit towards the teen's nose and mouth. "Here," she murmured softly, hoping this would help the teen as she explored her own body. As Brooke moved away, Jen pulled her leg back, putting it up instead on the chair next to her to brace as best she could. With her legs giving off gentle spasms and trying to lie back as best she could, the position was getting uncomfortable, but she wasn't willing to move. Not even the sight of her luscious pussy could get Jen to stop the mad rush of playing with herself. The pleasure was obviously building to levels she'd never dealt with before, and she likely couldn't have pulled herself from the chair for anything less than the building being on fire. Still, Brooke's display was one of the first times that Jen got a real good look at one, other than when she'd tried to climb up on the bathroom sink to use the mirror. She took in a deep breath of Brooke's scent, similar to her own in so many ways yet different in some intangible way that made her heart race even faster. She took in as deep a breath as she could - the girl was practically hyperventilating - before reaching out her lips and suckling on the digit. The taste similarly differed from her own in small, indescribable ways, and her eyes went a little wide at the learning of new information. Still, she wasn't done yet. Her hand reached up to take Brooke's, and if her posture slipped a little more, that was okay. She couldn't will herself to move her own fingers away from her clit, and her breath came in too rapid of gasps to really speak, but she brought that finger over towards Jen's pussy. Maybe Brooke wouldn't do anything else, but Jen was desperate to have her hymen broken by her teacher. A thin glisten caught her cheeks the more she worked herself, adding a faint smudge to her makeup and giving her face and neck a soft sheen. She definitely had a bit further to go to reach her orgasm, but every moment she went brought her to heights of pleasure she'd never before truly imagined. No matter how much her lungs hurt, she couldn't make herself stop and take a deep breath. She'd never felt her hand rub around so quickly short of trying to force a stain out of a table, and part of her was surprised she wasn't hurting herself. Brooke couldn't tear her eyes away from the beauty pleasuring herself in front of her. Her body yearned to touch the girl, she wanted to share pleasure with the girl so desperately, but it was just too much of a risk. When Jen grabbed her hand, Brooke thought that maybe the girl just wanted a little contact while she was pleasuring herself but as her fingers were drawn towards Jen's sex, Brooke recoiled and pulled back. "I said no, sweet thing. Mmm. Self-control is going to be an issue here, I can tell..." She'd barely said as much and then her phone rang. "Shit..." she cursed. She reached for the desk phone and picked it up, "Hello?" It was the front office, they knew it was her free period, they had questions about some supplies she was trying to get for her classroom, things they needed to be filled out on the form. "Mm hmm. Oh, no, I'm not doing anything. Yes, I'll be right down." She'd gone white, she couldn't help but shake a little as she set the phone back into its cradle. Giving Jen a sad smile she said, "I'm sorry sweetie. I... we'll do this properly... after school, okay?" Based on the fire in her eyes, self-control wasn't exactly the issue. Jen had the pure will to handle matters if she absolutely wanted to, but she really had to want to. Jen was used to getting her own way, and reasonably comfortable in the knowledge that she could accomplish most things she set out to do if she put in enough effort. At the moment before the call, nothing burned through her mind as strongly as riding this pleasure to its conclusion. Still, it stung her to hear it so said, and when her teacher had to slip away for the phone call, Jen couldn't reach out fast enough to try to ask her to stay. Jen did force herself to slow down once Miss Wainwright picked up the phone. Not only did it let her catch her breath, but she wanted to make sure that she didn't orgasm before her teacher was right there for her. However, four simple words, "I'm not doing anything," made her hand freeze. She knew full well that Miss Wainwright was a teacher, on duty, with responsibilities, and absolutely couldn't let it be known what was going on. None of that made those four little words sting her heart any less. After the call finished, Jen nodded. "...yeah..." She did her level best to push aside the sudden pain and hated herself for not being able to do so. Maybe Miss Wainwright was right about her self-control problems after all. A more experienced person wouldn't be going through all this. "I'm sorry I'm not..." She gestured with glistening fingers, but the words didn't seem to want to come. Instead, she just picked up her backpack with the hand not stained with her juices. Her first stop would be the restroom. In her haste, she didn't even remember the panties she'd tossed at Brooke, but she knew that she'd be able to force herself to calm down more quickly as soon as she was out of the room. Brook watched the girl, looking torn. She wanted to wrap the girl up in her arms but then again, this might be better. She had to see where the priorities were here. Furthermore, she was already risking so much, she couldn't just pretend they weren't at school. "Jen, I... I'll see you later?" She asked as the girl packed up. Brooke swallowed, there was a lump in her throat. She slid those panties into a drawer in her desk quietly, locking the drawer and getting ready to leave the room. She couldn't lose her head, not now. Furthermore, she had to keep things quiet. When the girl left, Brooke sighed, took a moment to compose herself and then headed for the door herself. She was a bit more put together than the girl, so she was able to head right for the office. She did the paperwork and then returned to her classroom to prepare for the last period of the day. Furthermore, she thought Jen's class was going to be difficult to get through... Before leaving, Jen looked back, giving a gentle smile. She just had to hope and pray it was a good and alluring one, because she wasn't entirely sure how she felt at the moment. It hadn't been an orgasm, she knew that much now. Her body continued to ache, but not having Brooke there made everything seem less...less real, maybe. Or more real, she wasn't sure. Just not as much fun. Trying to get an orgasm on her own would be cheating, or else she wouldn't be able to, or something. The knowledge came innate and unbidden, and maybe she really was better off learning some self-control. Several minutes in the bathroom gave her time to clean her hands and wash off the smudges of her makeup. For a while, she considered reapplying it, even to the point of pulling out her compact. However, that didn't feel quite right either. She was still naked in her own way, having shown herself to the only person who really mattered to her, and it somehow felt a little more appropriate. Maybe it was more because that focused, desperate confidence she'd carried since the morning had been smashed. She felt eager in so many ways, yet she also felt...guilty? Guilty didn't make any sense, but not a lot seemed easy to understand right now. In some ways, she really was just a kid, but Brooke was obviously able to see past that and understand what made her special. That reminded her: she was best off calling home. After a few deep breaths, she sent over the call. "Hey, Jen," Mom said. "Is everything all right?"" Hi, Mom." Try as she might, she couldn't fully hide the trepidation from her voice. "I just wanted to let you know that I'll be late in coming home. I need to check some stuff." Mom was silent for quite some time, her voice inscrutable. "So, it's finally happened, then." Jen froze." When I was your age, I was so certain I knew everything. I never asked the teachers for aid, even when I was stuck. By the time it came to college, I barely knew how to begin about seeking help, and it made it so difficult when I did have problems." Mom sounded so reassuring and proud. It didn't make any sense to Jen, and she didn't know what to say. Knowing that she hadn't earned such pride, though, and certainly didn't deserve it, compounded the knot in her chest. Meanwhile, Mom didn't even notice the pause. "I'll keep dinner warm for you, sweetie." What was she going to do? The words just didn't want to come, at least anything other than a partly choked, "Thanks, mom. Love you."" Love you too." The phone clicked dead, and Jen grabbed the sink to try to stop the trembling. By the time the end of school came, Jen felt a lot less certain about what she was doing. Her hair clip had been set back to keep the blonde locks from her face, but she wanted to talk about things with her mom, and there was only one person who she could talk to about that problem. In some ways, it didn't just feel like a simple crush or a foregone conclusion anymore. She felt like she had a better understanding of the full range of what was happening, even if she probably really didn't. She couldn't help but wonder if every day of this would make her feel like so different of a person. The last period of the day was torture for Brooke. She'd sped through the lesson plan and still had twenty minutes to spare. She gave the kids time to get started on their reading. Furthermore, she was just going to have to work some more on next week's lessons. Turning to her laptop, she started to fire up her lesson plan software but after a few minutes, she realized she'd been staring blankly at the screen. What on earth was she supposed to do with Jen when she returned? Should she just say it was a mistake? Should she tell her to go home? Should they try to focus on class work? All of these were fantasies at this point. She knew she'd have to continue making some connection with the girl. She felt lost before lunch, now she felt like she was falling into the unknown, faster than ever. More staring blankly at the screen, then she heard some giggling. Some students had noticed her blank expression. She blushed and looked at them sternly to quiet them and get them to return to their reading. Okay, focus. Modern American history, back to that plan. The planning came in fits and stops and starts. She couldn't keep her mind off of the vision she'd seen, that sweet young girl. She was in trouble and she knew it. One way or another, this wasn't going to end well, but she didn't want to think of it ending. She wanted this girl, but what on earth was going to happen when that last bell rang? And suddenly, it did. The students gathered their things and shuffled out of class. Brooke had the presence of mind to stand up and stand by the door, wishing them all a good afternoon and saying she'd see them tomorrow...if she wasn't arrested first, of course. She moved back to her normal perch on her desk, legs dangling a bit while she waited for Jen. She bit her lower lip. Furthermore, she'd be happy to see the girl, of course she would. Her adrenaline surged, and she couldn't help feel a little excited by what might be coming through that door...if the girl didn't chicken out and go to call the cops. When Jen finally came in, her body held a soft shiver, guilt in her expression and an obvious desire to speak with someone. That someone was obviously Miss Wainwright, but the emotions played on her face. She didn't want to bother her teacher with such petty things, to have Brooke see her as nothing more than some petty child with petty problems. She'd told, promised, even begged herself that she wasn't going to bring it all up, and yet, when she spoke, it was all that would come out." My mom said that she's proud of me." Her lightly-misty eyes darted around the room, bouncing against the blackboard, the floor, the light switch, anywhere she didn't have to make human contact. "I never had to stay behind for help before, and if I learn that humility now, it's going to make college easier." She leaned back against the desk, crossing her arms over her chest and folding one thigh up over the other. Why was she even bothering Brooke with this? "It's so dumb," she said. "I love when my parents are proud of me. Now I lied about something and that pride won't ever be important again." If permitted, she could have gone on for some time about how she felt. She wanted to be here so badly but just didn't feel worthy of it. Even keeping her mouth shut too long made more words bubble to her lips, demanding to be spoken even if not entirely contextual. "I guess I did. I mean, I did come to you asking for help, sort of, yesterday. Is that enough for my parents to be proud of me? I don't know. Certainly they wouldn't be if they knew why I was really here." Deep down, she knew that Miss Wainwright had her own problems, and certainly didn't need Jen's compounding her own. It just didn't make it any easier to know that. Brooke smiled gently, though nervously as Jen entered the room. She swallowed and looked the girl over. When the girl started talking, she felt some relief wash over her, nodding." Well, your mother's probably right. Asking for help, even if you're not sure if you need it, is a good thing." She nibbled her lower lip and tilted her head, letting the girl go on. "I'm always here to help my students, Jen and I believe you could use the help, especially as...distracted...as you are." She stepped over to the door to the classroom and closed it, though she kept the lights on this time. She turned to walk back towards Jen and lowered herself until she was eye level with the girl." I want to do what's best for you...and maybe we should spend a little time going over some of the reading? Just paragraph by paragraph. I find that sort of thing can help a great deal. Still, I've been thinking a lot about you today. I... I want to help you in so many ways." She reached up, running a hand along Jennifer's cheek, looking into the girl's eyes." Do you think if we start with a kiss, that maybe we can still get some reading done?" She asked with a warm smile. She let her hand drift down to the back of the girl's neck and then pulled her in for a slow, soft kiss on the lips, her own soft lips nibbling and pressing in close to her student's. As Miss Wainwright spoke, it took a while for Jen to finally lift her eyes and look at the woman. Slowly at first, but persistently gaining velocity, her heart was making a little drum out of her rib cage. Yet now her feelings were tempered by everything over the course of the day, the having to stop, the call to her parents, even the talk about going over the book. Despite what her mother said, Jen felt a source of pride about not needing to go and get help, and she wasn't sure she wanted to give up that source of confidence. When Miss Wainwright touched her cheek, though, the pendulum did its best to shove hard in the other direction. Her eyes fluttered up to Brooke's, and she realized the soft but persistent truth that she didn't really understand what she wanted. The room felt so much warmer, but now a good kind of warmth, safe and secure instead of uncomfortable like before. Her insides had gone back to something like slippery jelly. Her hands spasmed on the desk, trying to figure out what to do, how to respond, and ended up just wrapping around Brooke's body. She closed her eyes and returned the kiss, gentle and innocent, with the soft exhalation disappearing from her nose as she reflexively held her breath. Soft prickles and trembled jumped about her limbs, still second-guessing herself and just ending up helpless against her teacher. Brooke pulled back from the kiss after a moment and smiled at the girl. She was flushed, and it felt so right to press her lips to Jen's. She shook her head and put her hands to Jen's hips before straightening and stepping back to lean against the teacher's desk. "Mmm. Okay. So, I guess before we transition to the reading...would you like to talk about what's going on here?" She looked down. It felt a little ridiculous at this point, but she wasn't really sure what to do. Looking back up she swallowed, "I mean, I...it's clear we're both rather distracted by this, but I'd sort of like to hear...what's going on in your head right now? What are you thinking and what would you like to happen?" She bit her lower lip, trying to sound things out slowly. "Because, I want us to get through this together...to get to a point where we're both more...comfortable." Brooke looked up at the girl. She felt she was failing in her role as a teacher, but a teen's hormones weren't to be trifled with, and her own desires were certainly pushing her towards being romantic with this teen in front of her. When Brooke stepped back, Jen reluctantly let go, letting gently quaking fingers fall back down and fold on the desk. Certainly she didn't feel entirely in control, but after the last time of Brooke saying exactly that, Jen was now determined to show that much more calmness. Obviously it was an act, but still..." I..." Jen closed her eyes, trying to find the right words for what exactly was going through her mind at the moment. "In some ways, I just want to hold you," she said. "I had this dream where I was curled up against you, listening to your heartbeat while you were explaining in the book like my..." Her eyes shot open, rather horrified as the realization struck her conscious mind. "Oh, God, I just compared you to my mom, didn't I? What's the matter with me?" She shook away the mental image. "I do want you to break my..." she started, then shook her head once more. Calm down! Her eyes shut tight, and she tried another deep breath. Even so, she couldn't get the image out of her mind about what Brooke had said she would do once classes were done... Reflexively she squeezed her legs together, sending a gentle little noise past her lips. If they were going to work on the material, she couldn't let herself get turned on! She wouldn't stand a chance of getting work done if she got even more aroused than she already was. She knew she should have put panties on, but somehow she'd convinced herself that if she didn't wear the spare pair, she would be forced not to get wet. Then it just didn't seem like it would matter once she went to see Brooke again." That wouldn't work anyway," she finally admitted, not realizing she'd skipped a few steps in her words. "These chairs aren't big enough to lay against you while you explain. We'd need like a couch or something." Had she really just jumped back to that even after explicitly saying that it reminded her of her mom? What was the matter with her? Heated pink worked its way up her cheeks. Was Brooke asking her if Jen wanted her to still...what had Brooke said? Do it properly? Maybe it was a test. Besides, what if Jen did something weird? What if it got going, and they had to stop again? Jen didn't know if she could handle it." I've never had a..." Why was this so much easier when she was crazy horny? Should she do it? Should she just let go and hope Brooke wanted this as badly as Jen did? It didn't really matter what she wanted. She wasn't some sort of zen guru, and even just discussing it or thinking about it was giving her those beautiful quivers that brought life up to a rapid speed.

Private Lessons (Ada and AndyZ)|rating:3.0

A Hard Days Drilling_ Communal IC [Corridors, Washrooms, Med-Bay]

(( is the IC Thread for the Corridors, Washrooms and Med-Bay of Ragna-1. If your scene takes place between rooms, in the showers or washrooms or the Medical Bay, your scene takes place here. The corridors of Ragna-1 are dark, dingy, utilitarian and without adornment. Pipes run across the tops and bottoms of the corridors, exposed machinery can be seen behind the paneling and the hallways are in a general state of grimy disrepair. They are not structurally compromised, but they are not pretty and not particularly clean. Some corridors have barred windows overlooking the rest of the Colony. Several corridors have small alcoves and service tunnels networking off of them for the technicians to use in their work. Several corridors also have access terminals for the base computer, however the information and services you can access depend on your role and rank. Every corridor has three airtight airlock doors that close in the event of an emergency; one at either end and one in the middle. These doors can be activated manually by a Technician, a Technicians Assistant with a one-time passcode issued by a Technician, and any member of sufficient rank within the base hierarchy. The washrooms of Ragna-1 are similarly basic and spartan. Each washroom is split into two sections; the toilet section, which has several cubicles and urinals for public use set next to a bank of cleaner-than-the-rest-of-Ragna-1 sinks, and soap dispensers that are occasionally refilled. The washrooms are generally grimy and unpleasant, but that could also be said of the base as a whole. The second section is accessed through a door separating the urinals and the sinks; down a small corridor, there is a changing room that backs onto a large communal shower. Several shower-heads line the walls, each controlled by a separate tap. Each section of Ragna-1 is serviced by a single communal washroom. Time inside the Washroom is monitored; no one visit to the restroom section can be longer than 20 minutes without approval or medical clearance [Extenuating Circumstances such as obvious illness or Sexual Services excepted], and no use of the showers can exceed 45 minutes. Visits must be spaced by twice the amount of time you last spent in the washroom, minimum. The Med-Bay of Ragna-1 is, however, an anomaly. Due to contractual and insurance requirements, Ragna-1 is required to have trained and qualified doctors and nursing staff present for the operations of the base, and the Med-Bay must therefore meet galactic health-code standards in order to attract the requisite personnel. Therefore, the Med-bay is easily the cleanest section of Ragna-1, with somewhat recent, up-to-date equipment and drug-synthesizing machinery. The laboratory is also connected to the Galactic Combined, and enforces rigorous cleanliness standards. Free Use is permitted within the Med-Bay, but only in the provided "Service Rooms." The nurse involved must follow the Service with extensive decontamination and cleaning procedures on all surfaces involved, and himself. Current Game-time is Week 1, Sunday Morning - Saturday Evening. Companions first arrived on Sunday Morning, were given the tour and orientation, and then cleared for active service on Sunday Afternoon. If a Companion is not in his room between the hours of 10pm–6am or within the confines of the Companion Lounge for his allotted breaks, they may be taken for Service at a Miners discretion, so long as the Miner is currently on break or otherwise discharged from service for the day. A Companion in his room between the hours of 6am–10pm must keep his door open, and allow Miners free access. Miners are not allowed inside a Companions room without the Companion present. The day is split into several "times;" Morning, Lunch, Afternoon, Evening and Night. You may have as many or as few scenes as you desire occurring within the first week, so long as you do not paradox yourself. EG, you may have a Scene in the Mess Hall at Lunchtime on Monday and a scene in the Companions Lounge during the Afternoon on Thursday. But you may not have a scene in the Mess Hall Monday Morning and a scene in the Companions Lounge on Monday Morning. When posting, please use the following Header:Code: [Select][float left][IMG height=300 padding=3]Image URL here. You may adjust the size if you want to[/IMG][/float left][b]Name:[/b] [URL=]Character Name and Bio Link Here[/URL][b]Time / Day / Week:[/b] EG, Lunchtime [12:30] / Monday / Week 1[b]Location:[/b] EG, Mess Hall[b]Wearing:[/b] A description or link/s is acceptable. If it matches the picture, simply say "As Picture" or something to that effect.[b]Tagging:[/b] Tag any characters you are interacting with. If the Scene is free for anybody to join, tag it as "Open." If the scene is private and permission is required to join, tag it as "Closed." EG, Conrad / Aldrin / OPEN[b]Content:[/b] Any sexual content, please include the tags here so that readers can be forewarned. EG, "Dubcon / BDSM / Choking"[hr]Post Text HereNavigationThe Mess Hall [IOC] (Files [Character Archive] (Mines [Active Miner Sheets] (Lounge [Active Companion Sheets] (IC (Bar camp; Companions Lounge IC (IC [Sauna, Pool, Gym] (IC [Warehouse, Dissemble Line, Hangar, Offices] (Block IC (( Adler (#msg15250114)Time / Day / Week:Evening [21:30] / Sunday / Week 1Location:Showers Wearing:Completely naked, hair full of shampoo Tagging:Albert / Closed Content:Just some nudity There was... A certain peacefulness that couldn't be found anywhere but in a shower. The whole day had been overwhelming to say the least, and where Oliver hadn't thought too badly of it when they were on the shuttle headed for the base, his views had quickly changed when they arrived. Well, maybe he'd just been busy lying to himself during the journey, but at the moment... He felt powerless. He did have some experience in the field of institutional cooking, and normally it'd have some power to come with it. Not that he was the kind to abuse it, but he had leveraged it in the past, and with most institutions he'd worked in, there was some level of an unsaid rule that you didn't fuck with the kitchen. On the other hand, now... Whatever salt he could deal, he'd get pepper in return. There wasn't much he could do against people who - By his standards - were used to eating what might as well be fished out of the garbage bin. The fabricator was, again by his standards, ancient, and the kitchen as a whole made him want to gag. Sure, it was clean... Is, when compared to most of the station, but had it been anywhere else, it'd be shut down at first inspection. He had, begrudgingly, made use of it in the sorry state it was in, though whatever open spot he found he'd spent scrubbing. Maybe by the end of the week it'd look somewhat presentable. Assuming he didn't choke and die from the amount of chemicals he had to use to get years of layered filth off every single surface. Though, if a filthy kitchen with equipment older than himself was his worst concern, he'd be fine. Oliver had a newfound respect for his old female friends, for managing to just tune out all the catcalls and suggestive gestures. How they could do it beat him, he felt his heart jumped to his throat at the slightest sound, even when it was nothing. At least the rules of the platform "protected" him while he was working, if anything he had no clue how he was going to make it go around without it. The kitchen was massively understaffed for what it was meant to do, he'd have to take some time to figure out the bits of autonomy it offered. Breakfast started at 5 in the morning, if he wanted to serve warm food he'd have to get up at 4, so that was probably not happening. Everything was awkwardly spaced out, so there was dead time between meals, no doubt to better accommodate the miners' working hours, but no less inconvenient as he'd be looking at 17-hour shifts, as much as he enjoyed cooking there was no way he could keep it up. Maybe if he napped between lunch and dinner, but then he'd be leaving it to luck if he'd actually get to sleep or not, sleeping couldn't be considered a part of his workday, he knew that. Once he got it figured out proper - Maybe he could ask one of the miners, though he wasn't very keen on that option - He could manage. Prepare breakfast in the window between lunch and dinner. It was probably not going to be amazing, but if he put some effort into it, he'd hopefully be allowed to sleep those extra hours. Eleven-hour shifts was still a lot, far more than he was used to, but he could hopefully manage. Well, no matter what, he had to wrap it up, he was running out of shower-time. He'd stayed too long anyway. It was a shared space after all, and while he knew that fate would eventually catch up with him... He didn't want it to be on his first day. The longer he could dread it, the more respect he'dhopefullyget for his cooking skills. Maybe he'd even be left alone. Well, that was just dreaming, but what was a man without his dreams. How the others... A good number of them anyway, could view it as a non-issue... It baffled him. He figured most of them weren't pressed to taking the job by circumstance like he was, though he'd yet to take the time to ask. He wasn't very keen on sharing his own story either, so he might as well just avoid the topic. He'd been spacing out, and the timer on the shower ticked in on its last minute with a little chime, and he remembered he hadn't even washed his hair yet. Well shit, quickly filling his hand with some soap he made the best effort he could get it done, but ended up missing it as the water suddenly cut off. It hadn't been a minute, had it? He turned around, trying to ask for more water so he could wash out what was left in his hair, but it wouldn't budge. He glanced back at the timer, and it still claimed he had some time left, the dial first jumping down to null when he gave it some taps with his finger. Piece of shit, he had no clue if it scammed him on time or simply lied to him, either way he was stuck with his hair full of shampoo, and a shower that wouldn't budge. He'd just have to wash it out in a sink, sucked but what could he do, it was the option he had. He couldn't make the shower work again for the life of him, maybe he was just doing something wrong - To which he was, he just hadn't pushed the button hard enough - but not getting it to work again, he started the walk towards the door with his hair full of shampoo. About halfway there, the shampoo started to drip down his forehead. He could tell where it was going and quickly tried to push it back alongside his hair, a futile attempt as it made its way down to his eyes and god did it sting. He muttered a few silent words to himself as he tried to get it away, a futile attempt that only made it worse, and he submitted himself to just walking the rest of the way, he'd readied a towel anyway, he could get it out then. Furthermore, he made his way over to the door, hearing it open he could go by that.... Had it been automatic earlier? He couldn't remember, sure, it probably had... Maybe. Who knew, at least he didn't have to fumble for a button. He took the next few steps, still blinded, until he bumped into something. Something that... Probably wasn't a wall. It was soft... Well, sottish, he couldn't make sense of it and forced himself to open his eyes. Blurry as it was, he was fairly certain it looked like skin. What in the world... He took a step back... Well, it looked... Humanism? Honestly, all he was seeing was still just skin, the finer details blurred to hell. Another step, and he could finally make out some more details, namely a pair of hands. Where was the head though? He looked up, finally seeing it through his bloodshot eyes. It was a giant, good lord! He'd seen some of the miners being fairly sizable, but good lord! This man, he was built like a tank, probably taller than one. He was used to being called short, but at the moment it felt like a re-enactment of David and Goliath. And... He started to piece together what had just happened. The giant... Err, person, miner, had opened the door and Oliver on his part stumbled into him. And was now just staring at him like he was from some other world." I, uhh..." Honestly, he was still in awe. Did they really come this big? Kudos to his mother if nothing else. The miner looked like he probably broke rocks with his bear-Bare hands, and Oliver could probably hide in his shadow without even making an effort." The water, it..." He glanced over at the showers, as though the miner would automatically get it. At the lack of better options, his tongue-tied in all kinds of knots and his eyes probably looking like he was crying, even though it was just the shampoo his eyes was full of, he bowed of all things." I'm so sorry!" He was blowing it way out of proportion, he somehow doubted that the miner even felt Oliver knocking into him. Still, Oliver's heart was making a break for it, he could feel it slamming against his chest as though it wanted to jump out of his chest. He bit his lip, hoping he hadn't messed up too badly already, and opened his eyes again. What the fuck... Another case of "do they really make them that big?!" It wasn't even hard, and it looked like a fire hose. He'd convinced himself (through a bit of denial) that he was average, but if he was average then this guy broke the scales and kept on going. His cheeks flared up, more than they already had anyway, as he got back up again." I'm... I'm going to go wash out my hair, b-but... It was nice to meet you?" Well, he would anyway, if he could get past him, but he didn't really stand a chance and had to wait for him to move, if he would anyway. (Baker (#msg15248912)Time / Day / Week:Evening [21:30] / Sunday / Week 1Location:Showers Wearing:Naked Tagging:Oliver | Closed Content:Nudity, light touching Like many of the other miners, Albert was excited at the prospect of permanently stationed companions. Their presence would not, as he understood things, affect his personal duties very much, but other miners would be freed from tasks that they were ill-suited for and not trained to perform beyond a perfunctory and frequently unsatisfactory manner. Paperwork was a large, nebulous area in which the miners were found wanting and frequently hopelessly out of their depth; much of the station's inefficiencies and short-comings could be traced through some bureaucratic maze to forms filled out improperly, misdirected, misplaced, or misunderstood. The miners could perform the technical aspects of their jobs quite well, for the most part, but when it came time to getting replacements for parts or new equipment when what they were issued was used to destruction they were simply not equal to the task of requisitioning new. Albert was not involved in such things, but it did affect him. He was like so many others forced to make do and improvise when the tools he used wore out, broke down, or were simply unavailable because there were insufficient functional units to go around. Not that he ever complained, and he went along easily with the assumption that if someone had to brute force something, it would be him. After all, he had more brute and more force to give than most miners, which was stating something. So when his shift was over Albert was sweatier and dirtier than the average miner, which was, again, again, stating something. He had pre-washed some in deacon and then again in the sinks because shower time was finite and allowances were seldom made for cases like Albert's where a miner might require greater leeway in order to become clean, but the Company was not filled with eagerness to open that particular floodgate and its potential for rampant abuse. And, of course, the added expense that diminished the bottom line. He was surprised to find that the showers were largely unoccupied, but a quick bit of mental mathematics clarified it. He had missed the shift change rush for the showers because it had taken him longer to return and deacon than the rest of his shift. There was one of the companions there, who was in the middle of or at the end of their allotted shower time and from the looks of things rather distressed. Albert looked over the petite male and did not see any signs of misuse, but that was not truly indicative of anything. The mind could wreak more havoc than harm to the body ever could and some of the miners had been incredibly crass in what they wanted to do to some of the companions who were of the 'hole' caste. True to Oliver's own musings, Albert did not really feel Oliver bumping into him. There was the registration of contact, but it was not made with sufficient force that Albert was forced to adjust his balance or brace at all." It's uh, it's okay." Albert said slowly, not wanting to try and distress the companion any further. He licked his lips and bit his lower lip as he remained where he stood, unknowingly blocking Oliver's way. After all, if Oliver wanted to wash the shampoo out of his hair, he would be heading back into the showers, right? But something about the water. "Aw, man, don't tell me the water's not working." He gave a small sigh of exasperation at the prospect of the showers not just being fucked up again, but being fucked up at his time to use them. Albert put a hand on Oliver's shoulder. It was a gentle touch, but his hand was still heavy and guiding as he herded Oliver back to beneath one of the shower heads. The enormous endowment between Albert's legs bounced with every step, softly slapping against his muscled legs each time. Albert pressed the buttons, and soon, the two of them were being cascaded with warm, wet water and surrounded by steam. Albert gave a sigh of relief as he felt the warm water sluice away sweat and grime from his body, and he maneuvered Oliver in front of him so that the companion could benefit from the shower's bounty." There you go." Albert said, hands on both of Oliver's shoulders and a normal person's hand length between them. "Aw, shoot. I'm sorry." Albert murmured, noticing that he had left blackened lines on Oliver's clean skin after touching the petite male's body. Albert took a bar of soap and scrubbed his hands clean, and then worked up a lather and began to rub away the mess he had made on Oliver's shoulders. It was a pleasant thing for Albert, and it was not sexually charged although the feeling of Oliver's skin reminded Albert of a girl's. Could he really remember what a girl's skin felt like? Albert had trouble recalling the last time he had made contact with a female." My name's Albert. Albert Baker. You're the cook, right?" The huge miner asked in a deep, gentle tone of voice. The big, strong hands at Oliver's shoulders continued to rub and massage the smaller male's flesh for longer than was strictly needed to get him clean, and had begun to move to places on Oliver's back that did not need re-washing. (Adler (#msg15250114)Time / Day / Week:Evening [21:30] / Sunday / Week 1Location:Showers Wearing:Completely naked, hair full of shampoo Tagging:Albert / Closed Content:Just some nudity Well, he seemed nice enough? It was too early to tell, but so far Albert seemed alright. Oliver was still stunned at the sheer size of the man, wondering how it was even possible to become that big. If Albert was to trip and fall, Oliver wasn't sure he'd walk from it alive, it really was like David and Goliath. In a normal home, could he even get through doors? The rig was one thing, doors were generally pretty big to accommodate shipments moving about in the corridors. But, in a regular home there was no way right? Still, he felt a dime of jealousy despite the obvious disadvantages. Being able to grab things from the top shelves without needing a step-stool seemed like a dream. Having the extra strength could be nice too. But, the idea of himself being as strong with his short stature was more amusing than it seemed reasonable. It was fine though - His job was more about time-management, finesse and the ability to work under pressure." It, uhh..." Oliver didn't find the time to finish the sentence. He didn't know if the showers weren't working or not. He couldn't get them to work, but had no clue if he was doing something wrong. Maybe there was a timer based on the number of people in the room, or maybe he'd been unlucky, picking a shower that worked when it wanted to work. Still, he'd accepted that he could wash it out in one of the sinks. Albert cut him off when he placed a hand on his shoulder, and led them back into the room, over to one of the showers.' His hands are huge!' Well, hooks big guy, but the hand on his shoulder was massive! And while it was hardly a firm grip, easily something he could weasel out of if Albert didn't adjust his grip, Oliver went along with it for the time being. It wasn't like it hurt, and he'd much rather wash out his hair in the shower rather than a sink. The showers were... Probably cleaner? Honestly, the rig could use a few janitors, or some cleaning staff. Not that he'd volunteer for the job, he would be busy enough as it were but still. He'd probably get used to it eventually. Another thing that was pretty unmistakable when they walked over, and that made an exemplary effort to make itself known, was the snake between Albert's legs. Where he wasn't interested in men himself, he'd be damned if he didn't at least throw a glance. There returned the moment of disbelief that he'd felt when he first saw it, it was like a sledgehammer slapping against his thigh. His eyes dodged away before it became too obvious where he was looking, and instead focused back at the shower as Albert got it running again. He tried his best to see if they were doing anything different, but he couldn't immediately notice anything. Strange. Maybe he hadn't pressed hard enough? Either way, they had water now! He was quick to start washing out the shampoo from his hair, when Albert apologized for something. Oliver finished up what he was doing and tried to figure out what it was. He couldn't see it at first, though in the corner of his eye he could see some smudge on his shoulder." It's- It's alright! It'll just wash off,"Oliver shot back, not wanting to send any waves and was about ready to reach for the soap when Albert beat him to it, starting to apply it to his shoulder. Furthermore, it felt strange, and Albert would surely notice how tense he was." The cook, yes,"he said in return, for once not stuttering or fumbling with his words too badly despite feeling stressed about what was going on. He knew his role on the rig, what he didn't know was what Albert made of it. If he wanted to make use of it... Well, there wasn't anything Oliver could do. The job was his lifeline, without it, he'd never be able to live a normal life again. He knew he'd have to grit his teeth and deal with it, anything beat having that horrifying loan shark knocking on his door. In five-six years, he'd be debt free, and could lead a normal life again. Until then... He'd have to do what he had to do. He didn't have to like it, but he knew he had to strip the word "no" from his vocabulary. Still, it didn't seem like it had to be all-bad, Albert on his part was taking his time. Oliver wondered if he was feeling nervous at all. He'd think they would be the ones feeling nervous, having been away from anyone to flirt with, or have sex with, for so long. Sometimes reality didn't match fiction, and this seemed like one of those cases, with him being the nervous one." Adler, Oliver Adler,"he said in return. He wasn't sure what to say beyond that. He didn't want to talk too much about his job as the chef - After all, there wasn't much praise he could sing for himself. Where he did havesomeexperience, he'd never jump straight into the head chef role if he'd applied anywhere else. He lacked a lot of practical experience, and he didn't want to talk about what his actual education was either. He'd found there was a certain stigma around dieticians where he'd worked in the past. The assumption that they were spreadsheet-monkeys who didn't care if whatever presented was actually edible was hard to shake once it first had been planted. He'd have to prove it wrong before he could flaunt the title, he was after all pretty proud of it. He'd never been great at academics, but he'd found his field and made a degree out of it. But, never mind that, Albert went on to wash parts that he'd already gone over... Should he just shut up and let him continue? It was pretty meaningless, and there was a bunk calling his name. Still, it would be rude to just run away, as dearly as he'd value the option. He hated to admit, but it was surprisingly pleasant, it was his first experience showering with someone else, though he'd always imagined he'd be the one in the back. If he hadn't been so tense, he'd might even enjoy it. Using one of his slender arms, he reached back and pulled his long red hair over his shoulder to wash out whatever residual soap and shampoo might be in it, layering it over his arms as he went through it, finishing with combing through it with his fingers and letting it rest on his front, over the shoulder. He figured he'd have to do at least something, and he was starting to feel a bit rude from biting into Albert's shower-time. He'd stayed silent for a bit, but eventually broke that silence." Want me to wash your back?" (Baker (#msg15248912)Time / Day / Week:Evening [21:30] / Sunday / Week 1Location:Showers Wearing:Naked Tagging:Oliver | Closed Content:Nudity, light touching It was hardly pleasing that Oliver was so tense, but it was not entirely unexpected. It was difficult not to take it at least a little personally, as illogical as that was, but emotional reactions seldom were governed by logic. By some accounts a lot of the companions were suckered into their contract and had little or no idea that part of their jobs would be to provide comfort services to the miners. It did not really stop Albert from exploring Oliver's shoulders and upper back, or even moving to the front and stroking Oliver's collar bones and upper chest. Technically the companions were not allowed to say no but as far as Albert was concerned if one of them begged off he was not going to press. Albert was not the sort of man to force himself on someone else. There were things that he had done in the past and might yet do again in the future that he was not proud of, but at the least he could say that he had never sunk to the particular low of being a rapist. Without really thinking about it Albert's hands moved down just a little bit further. They were so big that they did not really have to move far. The pads of Albert's forefingers began to stroke Oliver's nipples, moving around in gentle, smooth strokes. They were languid circles that were not particularly rushed or hurried, and maybe not overwhelmingly threatening. It would be difficult to say. Albert cocked his head to one side and then the other as he considered Oliver's question. It was not the first thing that sprang to mind, but as he turned it around more and more in his head the more the idea appealed to the enormous miner. There were precious few opportunities for intimacy and care in the mining life, and some whore's affectations were not worth the exorbitant premium charges for so-called girlfriend experience on the few shore leaves allowed. Eventually Albert nodded, although the gesture was wasted given the pair's orientation." Sure." Albert answered eventually, and he slowly removed his hands from Oliver's body, tracing a path over the soft wet flesh. The disparity in height and lack of any sort of boost for Oliver made the next step in Albert's mind fairly clear. He turned around so that his huge, broad back was to the shower head, and then he knelt down, ameliorating Oliver's access to the muscled surface that the companion had volunteered to wash." What do you think about my body?" Albert asked absently, looking away and across the room from the red-haired companion. "You can be honest. I will not be mad if it disgusts you." Albert promised, although there was no real reason for Oliver to take him at his word or trust him at all. He was well aware just how easily he could break someone like Oliver, and he was likewise sure that the thought had entered into Oliver's mind. And so the promise. He did not want Oliver to lie out of a sense of self-preservation, to have companion simply say what he thought Albert would want to hear. Perhaps the companion would be too nervous to lie. (Adler (#msg15250114)Time / Day / Week:Evening [21:30] / Sunday / Week 1Location:Showers Wearing:Completely naked Tagging:Albert / Closed Content:Just some nudity There was a bit of relief when Albert accepted his proposition. Not because he necessarily found it unpleasant being touched by him, but just... Well, it was getting a little too intimate, maybe. He didn't have plans to beat on him or shout if he hadn't agreed though. The job was, by just about every account, more valuable at this point in his life than anything else. It wasn't like he had a plan B lined up. This was plan B, and C... And just about every other letter. With a net worth dipping far into the negatives, there was no life for him anywhere anyway. He'd live as a wage-slave for the rest of his life - Never be able to do... Well, anything. Heck, he could even end up behind bars. Between the rig and a prison, even a nice one... He'd take the rig any day, at least he believed so at the moment. But, that didn't mean he had to encourage anyone to make use of him. Oliver knew it would happen eventually, but it wasn't something to just "get over". Nevertheless, he felt a bit of silent relief as Albert turned around. Oliver on his part gathered some soap in his hands and started on Albert's upper back, focusing on the spots he couldn't reach himself. It felt a little strange, but not in a bad way. The question from Albert came out of left field for him, but he was quick to shoot back at him." I don't think it's disgusting!" In all honesty, he wasn't sure how he felt, but disgust wasn't the word he would use. Nor was appalled, or repulsed. He took a moment to formulate a proper answer, his hands continuing to move in the meantime. He took one last breath as he finished what he would say in his mind, after all Albert had asked for honesty." I'm... A little intimidated, but..." There was another awkward break." I don't see anything wrong with it, is what I'm trying to say." It was about as honest as he could be, he didn't know well how he felt about it, and figured whatever was the first to come to mind was as honest as he could be. It was technically a compliment, at least to him. After finishing with Albert's back, he reached for some more soap, and borrowed some of his own shampoo, mixing it as he started massaging it into Albert's hair." I try not to think too much about that kind of stuff... I guess... Furthermore, I suppose because I've never liked people talking about how I look. Furthermore, I've always been short, and I've never been good at athletics... Or academics for that matter." He let out an awkward, forced chuckle as though he was trying to wave it off as self-depreciation, but in the end it just came out as a forced attempt to cover that he still thought about it, and that he was still bothered by it. Still, it turned into a much more genuine laugh, perhaps a sign he'd let his shoulders down a little." Listen to me preach, I'm sure it sounds like it's straight out of a soapy novel, but I assure you I'm being genuine. You seem alright is what I'm trying to say." Oliver went on to wash out the rest of the soap and whatnot from Albert's hair, and finished with taking a step back. In a way, it kind of felt like they were having a moment. A completely ridiculous one if he'd been asked two months prior. If anyone had told him he'd be in a filthy shower in the middle of nowhere washing another guy (who was countless weight classes above himself), somewhere in the middle of nowhere, he'd probably just laugh. Maybe even compliment their creativity. Still, standing there... There were still a lot he didn't know about Albert, and the rig as a whole, but he was warming up a little at least. He hadn't just been picked up and carried over to the nearest thing to be bent over, with that in mind things were going pretty swimmingly. (Baker (#msg15248912)Time / Day / Week:Evening [21:30] / Sunday / Week 1Location:Showers Wearing:Naked Tagging:Oliver | Closed Content:Nudity, light touching Albert remained as he was as Oliver washed him and worked through an answer to the abrupt question. The answer seemed honest enough and not pablum meant to be what the miner wanted to hear, which was good. . . But there was a lot to be inferred from it. Namely, that, unlike Arty, the sexual aspect of the companion position was not something that Oliver was comfortable with or particularly enthused about. It was to be expected, he supposed. But Albert did not dwell on it. He closed his eyes and tried to pretend that Oliver wanted his small soft hands to be washing the crests and crags of the miner's mountainous back. Albert was as relaxed as he could be, and any knots were work-related rather than from anxiety over being sodomized or forced to perform sex acts that were not desired." But it is not what you want." Albert said, tilting his head to one side. His musculature precluded him looking back at Oliver - there was just too much in the way for his thick neck to turn that way. "That's alright." The big miner said and got up to his feet. The man's back was as clean as it was going to get, and there were other parts that needed to wash. Albert soaped up his hands and went at that in a mindless, rote action sort of way." I like soapy novels." Albert told Oliver. He was not embarrassed or chagrined by it and the revelation/admission was not accompanied by a threat that the companion ought to keep it to himself. "There's a Federation series that I like - the Forlorn Moon novels. It's about a Federation science expedition that meets with intelligent non-human life. There's a lot of drama, political intrigue, culture clash. . . No violence, though they get close. One of the best subplots, for me, is a Federation scientist falling in love with one of the aliens, and vice versa, but there's a lot of stuff that just gets in the way and there's this build and when they finally have this unreal series of soliloquies, baring their hearts to each for real for the first time. . . It's amazing. If you're into it. If you're not, I guess it's just maudlin, saccharine garbage." Another miner entered the showers, and he gave a slow little whistle at seeing Oliver there. Albert was an afterthought. The other miner did attract Albert's attention, and he gave the other miner a slow, languid gaze. The other miner took the opportunity to grab his penis, which was of considerable size despite being in a flaccid state. Less than Albert's but more than a fully tumescent Albert could bring to bear. As the miner began to lewdly stroke his penis and smack his lips in Oliver's direction, Albert snapped his fingers for attention and then slowly shook his head, interposing his enormous, iron-like body between the masturbating miner and Oliver. The miner huffed and muttered some colorful curse words under his breath about what Albert could do to himself with certain pieces of mine equipment that were certainly not intended by the manufacturer nor company approved. Albert decided to cut his shower short, and he herded Oliver away from someone who no doubt had fewer scruples about bending the petite male over something and jamming it in full force." I'm looking forward to having someone who knows what they're doing in the kitchen for once." Albert said as they got into the changing room, and he proceeded to towel off. "You should probably head off to your bunk." The big miner told the companion. It was probably an unnecessary addition. Hopefully Oliver would make it there unmolested. (Adler (#msg15250114)Time / Day / Week:Evening [21:30] / Sunday / Week 1Location:Changing rooms Wearing:Completely naked par a towel wrapped around his waist. Tagging:Albert / Closed Content:Just some nudity"But it is not what you want." Oliver was about to cut Albert off, but ended up staying silent. The thought that came to mind first and foremost, was that he didn't want to be taken advantage of. That was what scared him the most about the whole setup, about his contract, and about his future. He could swallow whatever little was left of his pride for a lot of things, but that in particular, having someone take advantage of him, of his obligation to not decline. He took a step to the side when Albert got up and started to wash off the rest of his body. It was probably for the best, they didn't have forever. He didn't know how much longer he had in the shower-rooms anyway, the way he saw it, he was working on his duties as a companion, if someone else would agree was a different story. Still, he did find some joy in Albert sharing his views on a novel series that Oliver was very familiar. Though he remained silent, the slight smile he offered was likely enough to tell that he was familiar with the material as well. He wouldn't go as far as to call it his favorite, but it was up there. The sound of the door swooshing had Oliver throwing his glance over to the wardrobes, his eyes greeted by another miner who was being far less subtle with his advances. Where he'd felt surprisingly comfortable earlier, despite the predicament, that quickly fell through and shattered as the other miner started making indecent advancements. He luckily didn't have to feel that way for long, as Albert stepped between them. Maybe it didn't mean that much to Albert, but to Oliver, it was a monumental moment. From his point of view, it was a selfless act, feeling a little like something that he could burn his fingers on later. Not just that, but it set his mind thinking about another thing. He knew he was going to have to take his role as a companion seriously eventually. He knew he couldn't just leverage the fact that he was working forever. It was going to happen sooner or later... And if he just waited, he'd have no control over who it would be with. He walked alongside Albert back to the dressing rooms, letting out a relieved sigh as the door closed. He bit his lip as he stepped over to where he left his towel, and quickly started drying off as well. Furthermore, he threw the occasional glance back at Albert, looking for a point where he was standing still. When he eventually found it, he spoke up, finally." Thanks..." In truth, his heart was still racing, but it was starting to calm down again as the situation came and passed. He again found himself in the position of having to make a difficult decision, as he brought the towel up to his hair and he started to dry it." I..." He struggled to find words, and just let it sit empty for a moment. Once he'd finally made up his mind, he made a small gesture, giving a nod and a show of hand towards one of the few benches in the room, encouraging Albert to sit down with him for a moment. Oliver wrapped his towel around his waist, and sat down next to him." Thank you for stepping in back there. I really appreciate it." Oliver wondered if Albert thought much about it. Nevertheless, he didn't let the thought linger for too long as some redness started to appear across his cheeks." I'm... I'll probably make for a terrible companion, I don't have any experience or anything, but... If you're willing to waste some time... You wouldn't care to join me, would you?" There was still some clear hesitation in his voice, like he didn't fully believe what he was saying himself. However, that little display had made it all the more clear that his "first time" could really come at any point, and he didn't want to be jumped over it. It still sat deep within him, he wasn't sure how "into it" he was, but... He could at least acknowledge one thing. The need for self-preservation. The only way to "protect" himself was to know what he'd have coming. If he could get that... At least to some extent, it probably wouldn't Beasley. Albert seemed of the patient kind, the ideal prospect in a lot of ways." I'd rather... I guess it's coming off as selfish. Furthermore, I'd rather know what's coming at me, I mean... You won't always be there, and it is a part of the job after all." He spoke as though he was still trying to justify what he was saying to himself. But, in the end, that was the truth, it still sounded outlandish to him, but he knew that he just, ironically enough, had to man up. (Baker (#msg15248912)Time / Day / Week:Evening [21:30] / Sunday / Week 1Location:Showers Wearing:Naked Tagging:Oliver | Closed Content:Nudity Albert only nodded his head in acknowledgement of Oliver's, thanks. He did not want to make a grand spectacle of it. It was just the right thing to do. He dried himself off with his towel, being thorough. The big miner was dry and ready to go by the time Oliver came to his decision and invited Albert to sit down on one of the benches. Albert joined Oliver, taking a seat beside the petite companion. Albert's towel was draped over one shoulder, and he sat with elbows perched on his knees. One big hand rubbed the back of the miner's neck, and Albert was not really sure how much of Oliver's invitation was sincere. Maybe the companion was just made the best of two terrible options. Eventually he lowered his hand, not wanting to think himself out of something good. "It is not my first time with another male." Albert answered. "And I do not mind if you have no experience." He looked down over to the companion and gave a soft smile. "I would be happy to join you. We can take some time and do a lot of things." Albert lifted a hand and ran it through Oliver's hair gently, culminating in cupping the companion's cheek. It was a fleeting, gentle touch and Albert did not tarry long on it. He went to get dressed, donning some briefs, an undershirt, a set of coveralls, and workbooks. To his chagrin, he had some premium lubricant in the pocket of his coveralls, ordered in anticipation of the arrival of the companions. But it was fortuitous - although perhaps all the companions were issued lubricant for their duties? It seemed like the company would be too cheap for that. It was difficult to contain the excitement that he was feeling, but Albert managed. He did not want to spook Oliver and make the skittish companion reconsider something that was not likely easy to agree to. There was a certain giddiness he felt, tamped down though it was, as Albert imagined the sorts of things that he and Oliver could get up to. It would not be anything terribly exotic because Albert's tastes did not run that way, but they were likely not to be things that Oliver had ever considered until his trip onto the rig.

A Hard Days Drilling_ Communal IC [Corridors, Washrooms, Med-Bay]|rating:3.0

A Knight & A Squire's Quest (Menion & Sprite)

Dame Phaedra the Grey Eyed, stood with the fellow knights of the Round Table awaiting King Arthur’s entrance. Tall and somber in expression, she’d heard the rumors circulating of her origins, a novitiate of a convent that expelled her for being overly combative. A younger daughter of a lord who couldn’t find a suitor who’d accept her. Arriving late on a stormy evening, unable to request an audience with the King, it was Lady Guinevere who welcomed the unusual guest to Camelot and gained an audience for her with the King. Lady Phaedra’s fighting skills and education impressed him enough to grant her the opportunity to become a knight. She stood now, beside Sir Galahad, another knight with unique beginnings, waiting for the arrival of their sovereign. “Have you heard what Arthur’s announcement is about?” She asked. Galahad shook his head slightly, murmuring so only she could hear him, “Something about a vision and a new quest.” Leaning in, Phaedra gave a quick smile, “If it is, count me in.” Resplendent in royal garb, Arthur entered the great hall, Lady Guinevere on his arm. “My knights, please sit.” Giving each other a resigned smile, the friends separated to find their assigned seats, Galahad above the salt and Phaedra below. Being female and new, her position was low in the hierarchy of the table. Waiting for everyone to settle down, Arthur finally shared the reason for the gathering. A vision and new quest to find The Holy Grail. Making eye contact, Galahad and Phaedra both stood at the same time, offering their services in finding the holy relic. The more established knights encouraged the young champions, knowing quests were dangerous and oftentimes a 'wild goose chase.' Eager to beat their rival, Phaedra and Galahad excused themselves. Both hoping to be on the road before the cock's crow.@Menion Ryan Thelizardhearted stood around, looking around for a herring so that the Knights could heckle the next traveler. He had been turned down so many times as squire that, even at the most inane requests, he would only sigh and comply. Because, otherwise, he had to go back to rolling the cart of the dead. Which was never a fun task. He wondered if anyone would ever accept him as anything other than a common peasant. He almost wished he could have a knight, any knight, rescue him...like that princess who was always crying in that castle...or was it a prince... Phaedra, departing Camelot with Galahad went in the opposite direction her friend travelled. Only one of them would find the Holy Grail and as much as she respected him, he needed to lose this one. Not wearing the usual knight attire (one needed a squire to help in the tedious task of dressing and undressing the garments of a knight), she opted for wearing the colors of King Arthur with sturdy leather armor under tunic and cloak. Rainy and dreary landscape, trudging along on her faithful charger, Phaedra was suddenly surrounded by a motley group of vagabonds. The tallest, wearing a helmet covered in moss and a discarded rack from a young buck rose in front of her." Halt!" his clarion call declared, "We are the Knights of Ni, Keepers of the Sacred Words!" A male knight may have cowered in hearing the tall man's words, but Phaedra was a woman, used to hearing the sounds of children screaming and arguing. She waited until the Knight of Ni's representative stopped talking before inquiring politely, "I apologize kind sirs, what is it you're needing for a traveler to pass?" The woman knight noticed a lone figure in the background, watching, not participating in the grandiose display of theatrics. "We require an offering of shrubbery, not too expensive." The representative clarified, his companions agreeing in the background. Sighing in bewilderment, Phaedra dismounted and approached the group. They became highly agitated that their bleats had no effect on her demeanor. "Are you asking for a bit of shrubbery in exchange for me to pass through these woods?" Eyebrow quirked in amusement. Upon agreeing with her assessment, what she gave them, a view no Knight of Ni was expecting, caused enough uproar that they spun around and fled her presence. Lowering her tunic, Phaedra smiled wickedly, "I was hoping someone might want a bit before allowing me to pass." Shrugging nonchalantly, she prepared to mount her warhorse when she noticed a presence nearby. Ryan gawked. She...she...what? “I, ah, hello... I’m Ryan...uh...yeah, it’s a strange name...dunno what to say...about that...” he was a bit thrown off still, but remembered his duty. “Ah, right, so, I’ll let you pass...but you have to...” he was going through his bag when he realized he had misplaced the fish. “Oh bollocks, where the hell is that thing?” He got down on the ground as he rifled though the bag. Some squire of the knights of Ni, no herring, no shrubbery...and no knights! Where were they anyway? He was confused, annoyed, and a bit fed up with these petty trivialities. Watching the young man fumble in his bag, Phaedra noticed his clothing and wondered, "Are you a squire to the knights that just ditched you? Hmm, a very brave and noble group." Walking a little towards him, "You know, I'm looking for one to help me on a noble quest. Would you be interested in accompanying me? I am known as Dame Phaedra of the Round Table, a knight of King Arthur." A little embarrassed, offering a job right after he'd witnessed her latest escapade, she continued, "Honestly, I'm not like that often and I promise I'll never abandon you. And come on, King Arthur! Everyone wants to a part of the Round Table. What say you?" He stopped digging and looked up at her. And thought. On the one hand, the Knights were well known...and annoying. On the other, King Arthur! But...a female knight? He heard a “Ni!” in his subconscious and that made up his mid.”Yes, please, take me out of this godforsaken forest. Please!” He gathered his things together and got his coconuts out. “I’ve readied your ride, and I am ready to go. No need for 2 weeks for these loonies. Let’s go!” Finally! A chance to squire to a proper knight! No herrings or ‘sacred words’ or shrubberies... He thought of her shrubbery and stopped for a second. “Right, let’s forget about the, ah, shrubbery.” Eyebrow raised, "Coconuts, a nice variety too. Unless you're intending to make me coconut cream pie, a newfangled breastplate, you can stow those away" Mounting her charger and extending a hand, "Climb aboard. We're travelling fast. I'm not about to let Sir Galahad find that grail first." Smiling down at Ryan, "I know, a lot of changes but hey, I'm a woman. What did you expect? We'll get you a proper pony at the next town. If it'll make you feel better, you can practice your gallop as we ride." He saw her swing onto her mount and he felt his spirits drop. But he wasn’t about to let it show. “Yeah, no, that’s, uh, fine. Whatever. I haven’t been working on these for 2 years, that would be ridiculous.” He tucked them away and scrambled up behind her, only falling once.“So, off to the grail!” He went to place his hands around her and went up, then down, then up, before finally actually placing his hands on her waist. Phaedra, waited for Ryan to get settled, eyes rolling as he adjusted to being on a real horse. She wondered what his role would be if ever he attended an actual tournament, could he keep up the 'pace' with the charging knights? Galloping towards their next destination, they stopped at a town to purchase him a pony, requesting a saddle with extra cushion and saddlebags, "Don't want those coconuts damaged in any rough riding." Grinning, she paid generously for her new squire's comfort. Riding into the evening, the next town was not so nice, rather rough around the edges. "The stables seem passable." Leaving mounts with a stable lad, she entered a nearby tavern, looking for sustenance and lodging. Tumbling off his pony, who crushed his coconuts, which was such a shame, because he would never find a pair so hairy and perfect, he got up and brushed himself off, following after her. “Ah, um, Lady Phaedra, you might not want to go in...there...” his finger dropped as he saw her enter without a care. Into a brothel. Phaedra entered, surprised by the unusual flourishes in decor, swaths of tapestries, fluffy pillows, and flowers everywhere, created a romantic atmosphere. The tavern's front counter, a little less than a podium, was surrounded by gaily dressed women and men. She paused, somewhat befuddled. Was there a feast or gala in progress? Why was everyone so happy to see her, calling welcomes and salutations? Approaching the podium, "I would like a room for myself and my squire." She declared, imagining a nice hot bath. The celebration around her request was a bit confusing. An older woman, dressed in an elaborate gown rushed to bid her welcome. "What type of room would you like, dear?" She motioned to the group behind her, "Single occupancy, double, triple, orgy?" Frowning, the knight looked at her hostess in confusion." One with a bath, please." Phaedra clarified, hoping this might help in making her request clearer. The room erupted in excitement. "Oh! Are you looking for a room for water play or water sports?" The older woman exclaimed, clapping in joy, "We cater to every whim you desire." Face reflecting indecision, the tall knight took a step back. "Arm." Ryan busted in, and was already red with embarrassment. She hadn’t realized, even yet. “Ah, there you are. Didn’t I tell you not to come in here again?” He grabbed the knights hand and started to drag her out of the building. “It’s the disease, gotten to her head. Be that a warning to all of you! Don’t let a dirty man named Galahad near your shrubbery!” He grinned and waved, and soon the door was closed and they were out. He breathed a sigh of relief. “My liege, maybe we should ask that lodging, over there? I believe that one is the inn.” He pointed sheepishly to the inn across the way. Flustered, Phaedra smiled gratefully, "I'm thankful to have you as my squire, imagine the type of room we'd have gotten!" Having a good guffaw, they entered thermal tavern and celebrated by having pints of ale each, a hearty dinner of venison stew, crusty bread, and fresh cheese. "I'll have you scout out lodging from now on, Ryan." Thumping him convivially on the back. Rising she announced she was going to bed, "Try not to get into too much of a pickle, we're leaving early on the morrow. I heard tell a menace is oppressing a nearby village, someone dressed in a dreary suit of armor." Ryan drank, laughed, and generally had a better time than anything he had ever done before. It was the dark ages, after all. Not much lightness. He agreed to being the lodger scouter and laughed again. At the mention of the menace, he wasn’t particularly pleased, but knew they would, should, be able to handle it. Besides, she was a knight! Of King Arthur! They got into all kinds of scrapes. And everyone lived...he thought. As she rose, he followed her. Smiling at her squire, Phaedra led the way to their rooms, sequestered in a quieter part of the inn. "Typically, a squire sleeps at the foot of his knight's bed or in front of the chamber door, barring any intruders." Climbing stairs, she continued, "But, being a woman, I'm quite happy with you having a room next door. I will try to request rooms with an adjoining door if possible, but please," Her gray eyes barring any protests, "please, knock before entering. I hate surprises." Wishing him a good night, Phaedra smiled at the inviting picture of a bed, but more importantly the bath awaiting her attention. Waking invigorated, she was downstairs having a hearty breakfast and looking forward to the next leg of their journey. Hopefully, Ryan wasn't a late riser. ...and he most certainly was. After having been given a room to himself, he was admittedly unsettled. He paced, counted rabbits in his head, and tried to fall asleep. He felt derelict in his duty, and laughed at the word, and chastised himself, and gave himself a break, and told himself to lighten up and enjoy the journey, and...the light poured in through the window. “A squire must never rise after his knight!” he yelled loudly, falling out of bed and slapping his clothes back on. He stumbled down the stairs, his pants around his ankles, and his underwear soon followed suit, as he landed into a barrel upside down. His lower half exposed to the world. She heard someone rushing down the stairs and witnessed Ryan stumbling the last few steps, half-dressed. Struggling with twisted clothing, he landed head first in a barrel at the base of the stairs. There was an awkward pause with everyone unsure what to do. Embarrassed for the squire, Phaedra grabbed her cloak and in one sweeping motion covered his assets, "Young Ryan, breakfast waits for no one." Buckling sword at her waist she continued, "be sure to eat your fill and meet me at the stables." Striding out, the day ahead looked promising and hopefully young Ryan would recover from the embarrassment. Horses saddled and ready to go, the knight amused herself watching the blacksmith haggle with a farmer over the cost of shoeing a horse. Ryan, coming out with his integrity, strode out with a much larger and overexaggerated manly stride. Coming up to Lady Phaedra, he looked away, definitely not in her eyes. “Ah, thank you for...never mind” he held out his hand to help her up. “Off we go, then? To pass by this...troublemaker?” He was nervous to face this person, but was really hoping to put his mind off of...this morning. Graciously accepting his hand (and trying to keep a straight face), Phaedra settled upon her destroyer and waited for her squire. "Yes, I hear tell he's blocking an important bridge, killing anyone who seeks to pass." Finally on their way, the clip-clopping of the horses sadly lacking the upbeat notes of coconuts, they made great strides to the designated bridge. Indeed, a very tall knight in black robes stood at the foot of the bridge. "Kind Sir, pray tell, have you seen an evil knight oppressing the travelers along this road?" No answer, Phaedra cocked her head, "You're a talkative one." Asking again and getting no answer, she finally turned to Ryan, shrugged her shoulders in bewilderment, and tried to pass the knight to cross the bridge." None shall pass!" He cried out in a booming voice. "Oh my," Phaedra feigned surprise, "It talks!" Her eyes rolling in sarcasm. The tall knight continued, "I move for no man!" Coming across the sentinel, he was bewildered. Who would sit here in the middle of nowhere guarding a random bridge? He shrugged at Phaedra and tried to move with her across the bridge. Then the devil dared shout at his knight, and he had to try to keep from shaking, and causing a brown mess. He made his final comment, and Ryan just laughed. “Then she will be allowed across, and I’ll just hop across this stream.” He waved his knight through and waited for the black-clothed fellow to move aside. Phaedra had to laugh, agreeing with Ryan, seriously what did it take to make a point? Shaking her head in bewilderment and glancing down at her chest, (not gargantuan but prominent enough to identify as a feminine feature) then touching long red hair in braids, "Am I missing something?" Urging her horse forward, the woman barreled her way through and over the bridge. Turning back she hollered, "You should get your eyes checked before the next knight comes and kicks your ass!" Still shaking her head, she waited for Ryan before they went along their way." Do you think I should put him out of his misery?" Phaedra asked, wondering if doing so would help any. Taking the moment that the man was distracted by her movements, he jumped the small creek and continued on. Ryan snorted as he caught up to his knight. “He’s a loony, who would be bothered to take the time? Or play his game?” He guffawed a bit longer before falling into awkward silence. Shaking her head, Phaedra agreed. "Young squire, there are strange and wondrous things in the world. That was a really odd one." Urging her horse along, "Let us hope finding the grail won't take us too long." With a companion by her side, the quest didn't look so dreary. He wondered if there really were wondrous things out there. So far he hadn’t been impressed. But he was in a different life now, and things may change. He pondered this as they passed a man smacking a stream with a stick. Ryan barely noticed, the unusual becoming the usual. Riding along the countryside, Phaedra struck up a song to pass the time. It was one of the singer could add a sentence or phrase at the end, making it a memory game, the more challenging as the song grew longer. While fiddling back and forth with the song, time passed quickly. It was late afternoon when a large castle loomed ahead, small figures of guards intermittently scattered along the wall. Strongly fortified and drawbridge up, the knight and squire lingered below. “Hello there! We are knights of King Arthur’s Round Table, on a quest to find the Holy Grail.” Hearing that the guard began to laugh heartily. He turned to his fellow soldiers nearby and relayed her message, adding in French, “More English dogs to entertain us with their silly demands and strategies.” Lucky for Phaedra educated in many languages, she understood the gist of what they were laughing about. “Other knights from the Round Table passed recently and didn’t make a very good impression.” The continued litany of insults against her fellow knights infuriated her. Drawing a small but sturdy slingshot from the girdle at her waist, she took aim and fired a small but deadly pebble into the agitator's eye. "YouBaudet(ass)!" Ryan was eyeing the exchange and almost stopped the Knight when she shot the pebble up at the French knight. “Uh, ah, was that wise? They are up there, in a fort. Should we really...attack them?” He looked back over at the Frenchmen who had gone. “Oh, where did they go? This probably isn’t good.” That’s when the pelting started. All manner of fowl were thrown from the walls, even a goat managed to make it over. “Bloody hell?!” Ryan grabbed his knight and dragged her towards the nearby brush, effectively out of the range of the crazy fort. Scrambling away, seeking shelter behind some brush, they dismounted and hunkered down. "Any idea how we can regain some English honor?" Phaedra asked, plucking debris out of her long hair. The taunts and laughter haunting their retreat. “We can bravely turn and flee! I bet that would really get in their craw. Or we can call it a draw and live to fight another day.” He suggested each with a smile, hoping she would agree. How in the heck would they attack the Frenchmen now, strike the stone with their swords? Only a fool would do that. Sighing in exasperation, Phaedra conceded Ryan's suggestion. "A draw then, perhaps we can return another day to give them their comeuppance." Feeling a little less bruised, she climbed onto her horse, and they were off once more in search of the illusive grail.” Tell me, Ryan, how did you end up with the Knights of NHS? I am sure that’s an interesting tale!” Grateful to be running away. He hummed the tune of ‘“Brave” Sir Robin’ and almost missed her question. “Ah. That. Well, my dad has always been on me to be a squire. Been in the blood, he says. So, I found the only knights willing to give me a chance. Of course, they are a bunch of weirdos, and I had little to do. Though, I suppose, it led me to you, so that’s not so bad.” He grinned at the Lady before dodging an old woman on his horse’s path. Reigning in his pony, he yells over his soldier,” so sorry old woman!” "Old woman?! My name is Brian!" Standing at full attention, knight and squire realize the offended individual was a man. "Of course, why would the 'nobility' even care what's right in front of their noses? Peasants are born and die groveling for the scraps from your tables." He was full of vinegar at the lot of fate had given him and wasn't shy in ranting about the inequities between the classes. Gaining attention from peasants around them, Brian continued his tirade. "We are on a quest to find the Holy Grail." Phaedra attempted to distract the firebrand. He stared at the man. “Brian? Is that you? It’s me, Ryan? Remember? ‘Down with the Aristocracy!’” He said this last thing in a high-pitched voice. He started laughing and got off the horse. “How are you? What ever happened with that lord? Did you find anyone interested in the autonomous collective?” Phaedra was surprised and curious about the reunion. Of course many a knight rose from the peasant class, but in Ryan's story about his life, he never mentioned being a peasant. Interesting. She watched how this meeting was going to play out. Brian and Ryan traded stories, details, and rubbish. Literally, Brian gave him some fine muck, to which Ryan politely declined. “So, Ryan, what are you doing with this Knight?” He whispered lower, “oh, I get it, you went to that themed brothel again, didn’t you?” Ryan choked on a cough. “Uh, ah, no, not at all. Actually I’m a squire, and this is Lady Phaedra of King Arthur’s Round Table.” He said it with a bit of pride, thrusting out his cheat a little.“We have been over this, Ryan. Supreme executive power is derived from the masses, not because...” Ryan sighed and put his face in his hands. He looked over at the Lady and whispered, “this would be a good time for a diversion...” Male bonding mystified Phaedra, regardless of class. Watching them banter back and forth, she was shaken from the stupor she'd slipped in by Ryan's whisper about a diversion. Perking up she declared, "I heard tell that the castle we just passed is giving out free food and livestock to the first peasants who come knocking." Hearing her news the surrounding peasants began to quickly edge away, soon turning and running in the direction of she and Ryan just travelled. Looking at Brian, "I hope there's something left for you." Watching him sprint after his fellow peasants she added, "Let's hope they give the French some grief." Once more on their way, Phaedra asking Ryan for more information about his family. Reaching a fork in the road, they spy a three-headed giant who seems to be having a heated conversation with itself. Relieved that the peasants left, because even an autonomous collective needs to eat, he grinned joyfully that the French would have to find a way out of this mess. On the way to their next destination, Ryan explained that his was a normal childhood. His mother a cat beater, his father a dead collector after, as a squire, losing his knight to the plague. But he wanted more. Or, at least, he wanted what his father had. Adventure, life abroad, he wanted to... But before he could break out in song, indeed, before the musicians began their inspirational build-up, a giant stopped them with a threatening “Halt!” Reining their mounts, knight and squire stopped at a safe distance from the three-headed giant. "What are you want to do with them?" One head asked, leering at Phaedra and Ryan, saliva forming at the corners of its mouth. Another replied, "I say we kill and eat them!" Forcing the third head to protest, "No, I want to invite them to a tea party! Can't you see, it's girl knight and her squire! I'm dying for a good tale of adventure!" The heads went back and forth, arguing what they wanted to do. After a goodly amount of time, and when it was quite obvious the giant was too involved in the logistics of bad breath, Phaedra and Ryan edged their way around the imposing figure. If horses could tip-toe, their mounts did a good imitation. Arguing voices fading in the distance, she turned to her squire, "Well, no one said questing would be boring." The giant was nothing to ignore so easily. Fortunately, it seemed to be more concerned with itself to notice they had even left. Breathing a sigh of relief, and turning to his knight, he nodded in agreement. “I know this, one of my potential deaths will not be of boredom. Especially with the situations you get us ok. If I may be so bold.” He quickly apologized, not wanting to be so insolent. Chancing his luck, as they continued, he asked her about her past and what led her o knighthood. How she became Lady’s Phaedra. Listening to her squire while they made their escape, Phaedra smiled. She appreciated his company, life being pretty solitary for her up until recently. Realistically who wanted to mingle with a woman obviously crazy in wanting to carry a sword rather than her husband's offspring? Used to the hostility and stares, people eventually came around in asking how did a nobleman's daughter decide to become a knight? The yarn most people got was being a knight was something she dreamed of pursuing ever since she could walk. In reality, her father, a lowly baron, had three daughters and despaired of not having any male heirs. Phaedra decided to nag the estate's retainers in teaching her fighting, strategy, languages, every skill the heir to the earldom would need to know. At first her father was upset at her prowess but eventually enjoyed watching her defeat suitors that came calling." You may marry one of my daughters if you beat Phaedra in (fill in the blank)." Well, the gig was up when an older sister fell in love with a suitor and demanded they get married. Phaedra obviously couldn't kick her brother-in-law's ass and decided to go a-questing. "Perhaps gaining fame at King Arthur's Round Table, I can prove women are just good as men in some things. And besides, I hate embroidery and sitting still all day." During her story, they'd made their way into the next village, and it was time for Ryan to seek and obtain 'proper' lodging for both of them. "Please request a room with a bath for me." She reminded him. Learning about Lady Phaedra’s last was inspiring. Despite the fact that it was a noble upbringing, she’s had her trials. They both did. Which is what made him feel a deeper fondness for this knight. And that she saw something in him so quickly, something she saw as a positive enough to have him along, made him feel warm inside...now he felt warm in his throat... And suddenly he was retching, away from Lady Phaedra, after agreeing to her request. Looking at it, he shrugged and went inside. “Innkeeper, I will have a room with a bath and one without.” He felt sick again.“Only got the one room. In the attic. Nice bath though. Here’s the key, and I’ll take twice the rate to clean up the vomit outside my doorstep.” Cursing Ryan deposited the coinage and went to get his liege. “My Lady, the room is...” and he was retching again. Phaedra leapt back (a feat when you think about what she wore and carried) "Jesus!" She cried, alarmed at Ryan's involuntary action. "Holy mother, what's wrong? Did you catch something from the last character we encountered?" Reassuring the innkeeper they'd pay extra for the cleanup, she helped the sad fellow up to the attic room, demanded more buckets for his use and water and ale. The first to help Ryan rinse his mouth and replenish the liquid he was using and the second for herself. "You're sick, take the bed." She helped him remove all of his clothing before tucking him into bed. Calling the innkeeper to take her page's clothing for a good washing. Thankfully the bath was in another chamber. At least she'd have some privacy, and she'd make due, sleeping near the hearth. Before retiring for a soak, Phaedra asked for a tray to be brought up, broth and simple bread for her page and soup, cheese, and more ale for herself. Humming a tune she'd heard him singing (Brave Sir Ryan?), the knight shed clothing, undid her long braids, and sank into the blissfully hot bath drawn especially for her. If Ryan wasn't better in the morning, they'd wait until he regained his strength before continuing on their quest. Ryan spat the last of the bile that was in his mouth. “No, I think the fool writing me likes to play jokes,” Ryan looked out into the black and blue screen to the writer. The writer shrugged. Ryan allowed himself to be led up to the attic, but as he took the offered liquids, he vehemently rejected her offer of the bed. “No, no it isn’t right, it isn’t correct.” He barely put up a fight as she helped him address, vaguely aware that it was happening as he continued to protest. As he was tucked into bed, he blinked his eyes wearily, trying to stop from sleeping and to keep saying he was going to sleep on the ground. That is, until he noticed she had neglected to close the door all the way. As she was losing her modesty, he looked away, turned from the door, and quickly tried to sleep. Eyes closed, Phaedra hummed to herself, muscles relaxing in the hot bath. She hoped whatever Ryan had beenn't contagious and idly thought about home remedies her father's household would administer when a serf presented himself with similar symptoms. Some knights would abandon their squires to the wayside as they pursued a quest, but she wasn't some knight. If she was a representative of the Round Table and a living epitome of what the table stood for, no one was left behind ~ including squires. Finally water growing cold, braiding red hair into one long plait before rising from the water, she reached for a towel to wrap around her statuesque, muscular body. Slipping into a clean shift, Phaedra tiptoed near Ryan's slumbering body. Placing a hand on his forehead, she was relieved there was no fever or sweat. True to her word, she plumped rushes near the fireplace before reclining on one side to slowly drift off to sleep. Hopefully the new day would welcome a recovered squire and knight. Ryan awoke slowly, stretching his toes to his fingers beneath the blankets. It was a different day, and he felt much better after his sudden sickness. Rising, he looked for his knight, realizing she must have finished her bath and slept...somewhere? Realizing she would have had to sleep without a bed, and knowing she was royalty, made him feel terrible. He came down the stairs, hoping she was not too cross with him for his illness and with caring for a man who should be carrying her burdens, not adding to them. Spying his knight already at breakfast, he ordered a similar meal and came close. “Lady Phaedra, I’m ashamed that I was in such a state yesterday. Rest assured, sickness will not hinder me again. May I sit with you?” Phaedra woke as usual, seeing her squire still deep in slumber, she quietly dressed and slipped downstairs. Focusing on the meal in front of her, thick slices of ham, fresh bread still warm from the oven, sweet butter, and copious cups of tea, life was good. Hearing Ryan's voice, her reverie vanished. Smiling and arm waving him closer, "Don't be silly, Ryan," Patting the space beside her on the bench, "so glad you're better! Please join me. The ham is particularly good." His presence was as welcoming as a sun on a spring day. The quest for the grail didn't seem so daunting when there was a friend by your side. "So, are you up for heading out to seek out new life and new civilizations? To boldly go where no person has gone before?" Ryan quieted the minstrels that struck up behind the pair, the giant horns being a bit much in the morning. “I am indeed looking forward to more questing. Of course, if we can avoid giants that may be preferable. No matter what, we can handle it.” He pounded on the table for emphasis...and promptly spilled his drink in his lap. Finishing breakfast and going outside to gather their rides together, he awaited Lady Phaedra’s exit from the inn. “Where to next, my liege?” "One of the minstrels," motioning to the group Ryan just shushed, "mentioned a wizard lived nearby who might have knowledge of the sacred relic we seek." Sipping her tea, Phaedra shrugged, "We can pay him a visit to ask." She turned towards the group of musicians and asked, "What did you say his name was?" The tallest of the brunch responded in a surprisingly low voice, "Tim." Looking at her squire, Phaedra smiled, "A wizard named Tim. A nice enough name, can't be a bad chap." Agreeing to enjoy the repast before starting on the next leg of their quest, the knight ordered them another pot of tea. Leaving the inn after Ryan, she shared the minstrel reported last seeing Tim just a few miles north outside the village. "What shall we sing today?" Phaedra enjoyed their musical interludes. Ryan pondered the name of the wizard. What kind of wizard named themselves Tim. Or rather, who called a wizard Tim instead of ‘old mage’ or something like that. Shaking himself from this silly train of thought, he smiled at the Lady. “Hmm, let’s see. Have you heard the Viking song? It’s kind of annoying, but very catchy...” he explained as they continued on their path. They came upon evidence of Tim the Wizard while knee-deep in the fifth stanza of the Viking song, burnt debris littering the roadside. "He may be powerful, "Phaedra wrinkled her nose in distaste, "but he sure is awfully untidy. Imagine what his tower must look like!" Navigating their mounts around the heaps of charred material, she spied a middle-aged man with a very long, Grey-streaked beard, and ram's horns on his head, whether natural or attached with wire, it was hard to say. "Hello! We're travelers seeking the wisdom of Tim the Wizard. Have you seen him?" Ryan was about to respond to the unnatural state of cleanliness of the wizard when he appeared before them in a flash of fire and smoke. Continually blowing up random sections of land and mounds, the wizard turned to look at the two travelers.“I...am an Enchanter....” waiting for them to respond, he looked at his knight and said, simply, “Greeting Lady Phaedra. Yes, I do know your name. You seek the Guardrail” he stayed, stopping afterward to incinerate a nearby bush. In his previous position, he would lament the loss of a perfectly good shrubbery. For now, he was concerned about this enchanter’s intentions. Phaedra, eyebrow raised in suspicion, watched Wizard Tim. He may have magical skills, but his marbles seemed a bit scattered. "If you know what we seek, are you willing to help?" She watched the man and his grandiose gesticulating, wondering what was beneficial in burning everything only to create heaps of ash, dirtying everything nearby. Stifling a delicate sneeze, she waited. Arms out, Wizard Tim dramatically turned towards them. Speaking with a heavy Scottish accent, "I shall aid you if you kill the terrifying monster that guards the entrance to what you seek." Ryan was pleased. “That’s excellent! We would love your-I’m sorry what?!” At mention of the monster Ryan started to quake a bit, his pack jumbling together. “I mean, it’s no big deal, right? It’s not like it can kill us in one swoop, right?” It seemed he was trying to convince the wind, but was failing at doing so even to himself. He looked to Lady Phaedra. “M-my Knight, what is your desire?” Dreading the answer, he continued to shake. A strange and twisted journey so far, Phaedra thought to herself. "Agreed, if we kill this monster then you will help us find the grail?" What's the sense of being known for fighting if they'd yet to actually draw swords in action? Sensing Ryan's trepidation, "Have faith, my young apprentice, the Force is with us." As they followed Tim the Wizard's slow and somewhat unsteady path, it was easier to dismount and walk. They could see there was a faster route (a path was clear in the topsoil) but being respectful of their guide, they continued to follow the wizard. Their horses began to wander off and nibble what grass they could find. Finally reaching the top of a slight incline, what lay before them must be the lair of the monster. Strewn everywhere were random pieces of armor, shields in all stages of decay, and swords and maces of every size and shape. "I take it this is the lair of the dreaded monster?" Phaedra asked the wizard. Ryan was not assuaged with those words. Besides, nothing could stop a monster except steel. And by his count, only one of them had the necessary components to fight off a beast. After winding through such an unnecessary path, several times questioning the sanity of the enchanter they finally arrived at the lair of the monster. The bodies strewn about sealed it for him. “Ah, um, m’lady, you know there is nothing wrong with finding a different path to follow, maybe one away from such...death?” He shrugged sheepishly. She was determined to kick some ass. "If we kill the monster, or at least try to engage it, the wizard said he'd help us find the Holy Grail." Very fond of her horse, Phaedra gave the reins to Ryan. "Here, hold his reins for me until I return." Equipping herself with shield and sword, she lowered her helmet and moved forward. Moving down the incline, a fluffy little white bunny appeared at the cave's entrance, pink nose a-wiggle. Ryan’s eyes bugged out. ’M’Lady! Come back!” That rabbit, that was the demon of his nightmares. Tim started cackling. “Oh yeah, this man knows. He knows the devil with his nasty big pointy teeth!” While Ryan was still in agreement with the enchanter, he wasn’t helping his case by acting like a fool, demonstrating the ‘large fangs’ of the white rabbit. Hearing Ryan's warnings, Phaedra slowly backed away while fumbling at the pouch hanging from the girdle at her waist. It looked like a fluffy, cute bunny, trembling whiskers and all! "What? Is this the monster? But it's so cute!" She scattered small orange pellet-shaped objects in another direction than herself, hoping the bunny who notice her offering and investigate. Carrots, everyone loved carrots, especially bunnies. She gripped her shield, preparing for an attack.

A Knight & A Squire's Quest (Menion & Sprite)|rating:4.0

When Loss Changes to Love(Saku x KuroiKoneko)

Tokyo Mirage's speech is #529C77, Take Kiyomizu's speech is Light Salmon, Tokyo Mat oi's speech is Teal----------------------Days past since the murders of Tokyo's beloved children and the woman he had been married to. He may have not held any real love for her, but he did respect her for the births she was able to do for them. The children were beautiful, and they were his pride, but when they were murdered with her. He felt sorrow not just at his failure to protect her, but on protecting his children. The attack did more than take away his family. He had also sustained some injuries but nothing life-threatening. The only injury he had left to heal was the one to his chest where he had taken damage. It was a fairly lengthy gash across his chest, which kept him from being allowed to leave his room for now. The servants were scared that if they allowed him to wander, that the grief would surely take control, and they would lose their usually happy lord. They didn't hear any laughter, nor conversations let alone a single smile they were having troubles getting him to even eat anything. The other servants could do little more than watch the man that now sat near the window of his room looking beyond ever silent which made the manor seemed to echo that silence. They didn't here the songs that used to fill the air from their lord. This caused further worry as they were unsure how to go about possibly bringing their lord back around and felt it might be best to ask one of the newer servants to try their hand on somehow comforting if not cheering the Lord up. "Ran, could you bring this to Lord Tokyo and try if you can to get him to eat. We took his breakfast tray away, and it hadn't been touched. He cannot go another day without eating." The bet was placed upon the newest servant underneath Tokyo's wing might hold a chance to get some sort of reaction from Tokyo. Back in his room Tokyo didn't even look upon the flute that rested upon a pillow placed there by a servant as it used to be something he did daily for his children when they were alive. It was something he loved seeing his children light up and enjoy the sound the flute had made, but this was likely why he couldn't reach his hand to touch the flute. The bandages had only recently been changed and salve applied in an effort to try and speed his healing, but it wasn't going well as Tokyo did pay attention to when people entered or left. He knew their looks, but it didn't gain anything reaction wise as he kept his gaze off them. He had been hearing their chatter about bringing in a servant that had been working for him awhile to possibly do what he could, but Tokyo seemed to recognize the man if only a little bit, but he hadn't put the reason why he did just yet. Furthermore, he hadn't yet pieced the servant to be his former wife's brother.(Servant posting colors ='s light green) (Ran MasayukiOccupation: Assassin Abilities: Martial arts, various blades Hair/Eyes: Black/Blue Other: Wears glasses, secretly has a bondage fetish Politics, religion and sex. The three main issues people fight about all the time, no matter where you are. Wars were started over them and debates were held countless times. And from all of this rose up dissenters. Which in turn made those in power want to get rid of the nuisances once and for all. And this gave rise to assassins. Like Ran Masaryk. Ran was one of the most skilled assassins in this part of the world and had never failed in any of the jobs he'd taken. But of course, in order to keep his record pristine he had conditions. If the people who hired him accepted those conditions, he'd do it. The job was also guaranteed to get done. However, if they didn't, Ran would reject the job and nothing they could say would make him change his mind. Over the past few months Ran had taken on a job for a high profile client, who simply wanted revenge. The target was located in a small village and Ran had infiltrated the village as a new resident. So it was easy to wander around without making anyone suspicious. By the time they'd figured it out, Ran would be gone. He still hadn't killed his target because Ran liked taking his time. So he wouldn't get caught in the process or afterward. And in order to do that, he needed to do some research before committing the crime. He'd even gotten the most dull job on earth to avoid getting attention from most people, as a servant for the nearly comatose lord of the village. What he hadn't expected was for them to ask him to coax the man into eating food. This was just what he didn't want. But it wasn't as if he could say no, that would draw even more attention to him. "Mm. I'll try. But don't expect much of anything, I don't think I'll fare much better." Ran told them and took the tray to head towards Tokyo's room. He knocked on the door and then opened it to see Tokyo sitting in a chair next to the window. Ran couldn't help but take in the surrounding area and his lips twitched. If Tokyo had been his target, it would have been so easy to take him out. Wait until the servants were asleep and then creep in, slice his throat and then slink out and no one would be the wiser. Hell, Tokyo might not even resist, which would only make his word that much easier. But as it stood, no one had taken out a contract on Tokyo's life yet, so Ran didn't have to worry about any of that stuff." I brought you some food, my lord." Ran said and set the tray down beside the bed, catching sight of the flute on the pillow. He reached over and picked it up, turning it over to examine the instrument. "Nice flute. Did your wife or one of your children play it? Or was it you?" Ran asked as he looked over at Tokyo, not really expecting a reply. The man was comatose, right? He was probably waiting to die. "No... I made it...you smell of blood but not like a bandit..." his voice had an eerie amount of strength behind it despite the fact he had been refusing to eat. What the villagers saw as comatose, was really him being unable at the moment to see passed the grief as he stood slowly. He walked slowly over taking the flute before putting it back where it belonged in a case which he closed. He knew it had to have been a servant trying to remind him to keep living as he turned away from the flute." There is too much silence..." he knew of a lord wishing his death because of his refusal to tax his own people and send that gold to them. Tokyo wasn't going to let his people suffer like that he looked at Ran. The man looked too much like his wife's brother, but ignored this factor as he looked at the food picking up the tray. He knew the smell within it and knew someone who wasn't a servant of his had been trying to poison him, likely why he had been refusing to eat. "The bandits...they are still trying to kill me...," he said this as he dumped the food out of the window on the dirt just below." That lord must be upset by my refusal to harm my people...", he almost seemed to be ignoring Ran now at this point as he sat the tray down before returning to where he was sitting before. There was the reason behind his refusal to eat, not just the grief was keeping him from eating; but the attempts at poisoning him and thinking he couldn't smell what they were using. "I will root...the person trying to kill me..." He wouldn't die by anyone else's terms but his own. A servant that came into the room and saw Tokyo dump the food seemed angry when they heard Tokyo speak before they looked at Ran, "I've come to change his bandages... I take it he didn't like the food?" The servant asked this as they approached Tokyo. They were hiding in the sleeve of their shirt something that wasn't for attending bandages. When they got close enough to Tokyo to try and attack, despite Tokyo being severely weakened from the lack of food or the fact he was still nursing an injury from the attack that stole his family. His reaction was precise enough when he drove one of his Taurus always kept near him straight into the servant's chest. This made the would-be-killer drop the knife meant for Tokyo." You smell...like blood." Tokyo said this as he turned his eyes right upon the one he stabbed in the chest before pulling his surge out in a way that would cut the man's shirt revealing the mark that signals them being one of the remaining bandits that killed Tokyo's family. Tokyo looked at Ran then almost out of instinct to protect his people, "he did not harm you...did he?" this was asked while he cleaned his blade of the blood almost like it was nothing that bothered him by. ("...." Tokyo's words were unexpected and Ran wasn't sure what to make of them. He smelled of blood but not of a bandit? There was no way Tokyo could know his true profession within seconds. After all, Ran had never been in this village before and didn't think anything had given him away. Not yet. He was always very careful to hide his true feelings and intentions. Perhaps Tokyo was paranoid and said that about everyone new who came in. But there was something strange about this man, his voice seemed stronger than a comatose person would be capable of. What was going on? There was more to this than met the eye, which struck his interest. It was only a question of whether Ran wanted to proceed with his curiosity over it. He blinked as Tokyo picked through his food and then said something about how bandits were trying to kill him. Could he be talking about those that had killed his wife and children? Ran's instincts got the better of him and part of him wondered if Tokyo's food had been poisoned or Tokyo was just being paranoid. Most would have thought the latter but Ran believed differently. Ah, it seemed as if some neighboring lord from another kingdom might want him dead and had hired some bandits to do the job. Or at least that was what Ran was getting from Tokyo's muttered words. Some of the things Tokyo said didn't make sense like his last words, but Ran got the general idea. Soon after, a servant came into the room, with the excuse of changing Tokyo's bandages. Ran let his eyes flicker over the man and then looked over at Tokyo. He wondered if the lord would realize what his servant was about to do. As an assassin, Ran was trained to spot danger, but he also knew more. Like how to stay out of things that didn't concern him for the most part. He'd step in if the servant tried to attack him but wouldn't interfere otherwise. What Ran didn't expect was how Tokyo dealt with the matter. Most people would run, scream or flatten themselves against the wall upon seeing such a sight but Ran calmly remained standing in place. Once more, Tokyo spoke about smelling like blood. Oh, so Tokyo did say that to everyone. He looked over at Tokyo as the man pulled out his surge and started to clean the blade. "No. Tell me, Mirage-sama...you seem experienced with things like this. Has this happened to you quite often?" Ran asked, waiting for a response. This man could make a very good assassin with some training, not that Tokyo would want to but still, he had potential. "Trained soldier and former commander...before named lord of this land..." he referred to the last comment about him being experienced. He was not unfamiliar to being hunted down by those out to kill him, in fact he had trained those that now serve as guards of the village. He gave no reaction when a servant passed by screamed out about there being a dead body within Tokyo's room. The guards that arrived simply picked up the dead body carrying it out of the room and from their actions had already assumed why. The rug that had been stained also being taken away as finally Tokyo was left alone. "They have tried to kill me many times...for my refusal to take away from those that live within the village. I refusal to bow to greed..." His voice still had that hidden bits of strength despite it being clear that he needed to eat something soon before his body had no strength left within it. Tokyo trusted really at the moment no one in light of all the attacks and loss of his family. He finished cleaning the blade of his surge as he sheathes it once more feeling a bit light-headed and dizzy. Tokiya sat once more back down in the chair near the window as this time the one that brought the food wasn't the same one that had asked Ran to do it. It was the hand-maiden that served Tokyo's late wife. It seemed the woman only stayed because of how kind Tokyo had been to all those within despite the fact that the man had killed many in order to protect the village. She had the porridge in a bowl as she sat it down near Tokyo. It seemed the hand-maiden also knew that Tokyo was wary of anything brought him as there was someone that was behind the woman who tested the food and had no reactions from it a sign that it wasn't poisoned. "Stay with Lord Tokyo. He must be watched, in light of this recent attack." The woman said this directly to Ran without giving the man any choice on the matter before leaving. Tokiya on the other hand was glad to be rid of all the people going in and out of his bed chambers like bees to honey. His eyes however was finally turned looking directly at Ran. It'd give Ran the chance to see despite the obvious physical weakness because of his wound and the lack of eating. Tokyo would be able to get anyone to fall into place should he command it. (Well, that would explain it, being a trained soldier and former commander in the military before his current position. He glanced over at the servant who screamed a few seconds later, outside the door. But other people didn't interest him as much as the one standing right in front of him. There was more to Tokyo than met the eye and Ran couldn't wait to see what else he could find out about the other male. For the first time, someone he'd met while on a job, was of interest to the assassin. Once the guards had removed the corpse, Ran let his eyes flicker over Tokyo as he spoke to him." Is that why you haven't eaten in a long time?" He asked, curious as to the reason why Tokyo refused to feed himself in his own home. "If that is the case, why don't you simply hire people you trust to make food? Or go out yourself and eat at a restaurant in the town." Ran suggested, tilting his head. After all, there were other ways to nourish one's body. Soon after Tokyo reclined on his window chair, a servant entered with food a second time. Ran was instantly suspicious of those serving food in this place. But after seeing someone behind the woman taste the food and not have any bad reactions, he relaxed a little. Yet, why had the other person tasted it and not the one who had made it? That was strange. He blinked when the woman told him to stay with Tokyo and watch over him, due to the recent attack. Now, if it had been a normal afternoon, Ran would have refused but today was a bit different. So, he didn't mind staying longer. Even though the woman hadn't given him a choice before leaving, that didn't matter. Ran would do what he needed to. At least, most of the time. As Tokyo turned his attention towards him, Ran gazed into the other male's eyes. It seemed that despite his current condition, Tokyo was indeed quite capable. That was something to keep in mind for future reference. "Yes that is why, and I do not trust...anyone within the village anymore after how I found out why the bandits were able to attack...because I know assassins have been hired to kill me.... It is because of them.that I am unable to leave this room so that I get what I know I need...to survive." He was in hindsight likely being kept a prisoner in his own room. That didn't help him in recovering at all. It'd be clear just what he meant by that since it seemed despite the attempts to bandage or dress his wound. It was done improperly as he just began to undo the bandage itself before grabbing one of his swords. He might have been weakened, but he intended to do something about the wound himself now that the ones he couldn't trust with his life were not anywhere near. Ran might have been present but at the moment for now Tokyo was ignoring him completely as he placed the blade of his other surge that had been sheathed moments before into the fire." Do not stop me from doing this...the others have kept me from doing this, but it is necessary if I am to recover... I have tried once before to kill myself because of the grief, but now I have a different reason driving me to live...to make the bandits suffer.... They will know my loss..." He said this as he pulled the heated blade out of the fire before pressing it against the large gash that by all rights should have killed him in the first place. He was using the heat from the blade to seal the gash completely not even caring if it left a burn scare later as he dropped the sword upon the hard floor panting and sweating because of the pain that should have made him scream. His eyes held that look just like before of the kind that commanded attention before it seemed he lost consciousness lying. It seemed what he did had worked as the wound was sealed for sure now a step that was necessary. Ran might have seen just how much rage was within Tokyo, but at the same moment the determination and strength that no one else in the village seemed to carry within them. ("Not even that woman who came in earlier?" Ran asked with a raised brow. He'd seen the way Tokyo had looked at her for a brief moment and knew she was different from the others. "Will you eat her food? What makes her so different from the others?" There had to be something about that woman. He was curious to know what drove this man, other than his thirst for revenge. Or was that really the only thing that made him cling to life?" You know, you can always make your own food if you wanted to." The assassin reminded Tokyo and tilted his head to the side as he considered the other male. "I could go out and grab some ingredients. If you don't trust me, I'll even sample the ingredients before you cook with them." Ran told him." You really should eat, that is, unless you really want to die, but then you'll just be doing those bandits a favor." He looked over at Tokyo as the man grabbed one of his swords. But made no attempt to stop him from handling such a weapon. "Mm." Ran could tell that Tokyo didn't want to die right now. From that earlier display, it was obvious he wanted revenge before he left this world, so the assassin didn't think Tokyo would try and end his own life before that happened. He watched as Tokyo heated up the blade in the fire and then pressed it up against the gash on his side. When Tokyo was finished sealing the wound, Ran gazed at the man. "So what's your plan? Surely not waiting for the bandits to make another attack? You must have something in mind to make them pay for what they've done. But I'm sure it doesn't have to do with waiting around in this room." Ran waited for a response and wondered if Tokyo would take him up on his offer to go grab some ingredients so Tokyo could cook for himself. Did the man even have the strength to do so? Of course, he did, after all, he'd taken out an assassin by himself, albeit a low-class one. And he also wanted to know more about Tokyo's long term plan about what he was going to do to get his vengeance. It took a bit but Tokyo regained full consciousness but was still weakened, "she is no different and I do not trust her either even if she was my dead wife's chamber maid. I will not eat her food." He said this calmly, but it was clear he had no reason to trust anyone. He knew he was going to be in severe pain after doing what he had to in order to ensure he healed correctly as he took hold of the surge used to close the gash before sitting down to clean it. It would be clear for Ran that Tokyo took great pride in keeping his blade clean. He almost glared at Ran when the other suggested about getting what would be needed to aid in his body regaining its strength. He thought on this matter though clearly wary of even Ran. Furthermore, he had no reason to trust him after all. Why would this man that he knew to not be someone born of this village, let alone someone he had reason to consider an ally as it were for the moment." You may get the ingredients if you wish and yes trying them before I even touch them may be the wisest idea. I don't even trust you either, no one in this village has my trust in them anymore." That was because they had abandoned his family to die, and likely him as well if it weren't for one simple fact. Tokyo was a soldier who had arisen in ranks till he earned the position he held now. It was that level of skill that kept him alive despite the fact the entire time he was battling a similar poison that besides the injuries his family took. That poison killed his family, while he somehow survived it through sheer luck only in his eyes, but he had a feeling that he knew it likely had to do with a lord that didn't wish Tokyo to die. He knew about that lord, but didn't heed much least at the moment as he sat there clearly on edge with everyone going on. (so that was who the woman was. His dead wife's chamber maid. Ran wondered if that was the main reason she was kept around at the mansion. As Tokyo cleaned his blade, the assassin smiled a little, any man who took great care with his weapons was worth knowing, at least in his opinion. He didn't care for the glare Tokyo sent his way at his words. Many people had glared at him in his lifetime and Tokyo would definitely not be the last one who did so. The looks people sent his way meant nothing to him and simply came as part of the job he'd chosen. Life as an assassin had its perks but also its cons. "Of course not. I wouldn't expect you to trust me."" We don't know each other." Ran said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to be distrustful towards others. "But regardless, both of us need to eat if we want to survive another day. I know you can take care of yourself now but in a few years your body might give out on you." He said. Not that he cared about this man. But for some reason, Ran couldn't just leave him. Maybe because of the skill he'd showed earlier with his weapons. "I'll head out and bring back some ingredients." He told him and turned around to leave the room. Only half an hour later, Ran returned with a bag full of ingredients. He'd bought some smoked strips of deer meat and some bread with him and placed the bag on the table in Tokyo's room. None of the food needed to be cooked and could be prepared directly in front of Tokyo himself, so the man would see none of it was poisoned. Ran reached into his inner pocket and drew out a small engraved dagger. But before Tokyo could tense, Ran used it to slice some of the bread and the strips of deer meat. He then cleaned the blade thoroughly afterward before putting it away on his person. Ran leaned forward and smelled the strips of meat and the bread. There was no scent of poison on any of them, he could tell from experience. Breaking off a piece of bread and deer meat, Ran nibbled on them and smiled. The food really was delicious here. Without further ado, Ran placed four slices of bread on top of Tokyo's table and put eight strips of smoked deer meat on two slices (four on each slice) and used the other two slices of bread to put together on top to make a sandwich. He looked over at Tokyo and nodded to the sandwiches. "Do you want me to take a bite of your sandwich first or are you good? There's no poison in them anywhere." Ran said and waited for Tokyo to respond to his words. He could already tell from Tokyo's eyes that the man really wanted to eat the sandwich but was trying to hold back his appetite. Tokyo watched Ran cautiously the whole time. He also kept his weapons near in light of the recent assassination attempt, failure as it was. It wasn't the first attempt recently on his life since the bandit attack either. He eyed the food cautiously as well, but he knew he couldn't last much longer without eating something. Ran wasn't told just how long he had truly gone without food. It was easily enough time that by all rights he should have probably died by now. He knew partially the reason he wasn't. It was likely because the lord that probably kept the poison from killing him had made sure of that. He moved to get the sandwich as he at first just looked at it before finally eating it. It didn't take him long to finish it either considering it was probably the first real meal he ate consciously speaking. He did get up however because he had something planned to say to all the villagers and to the guards of the village as well. "Come it might be best if you are present for this as well, though I am aware you are not originally of this village." He said this as he stood up to walk out of the room he had been practically confined to due to his injury. With his sealing it using his sword, that was changed as he walked out on his own. Of course, he was cautious with every step since his strength hadn't fully returned but by how he was acting, it was clear he had something in mind." I want all villagers to be present and all guards to be present. I have something to say and many won't be happy with this especially the guards." He said this the moment he was standing out in the courtyard with both his sheathed Taurus upon his back. More than this, he had also a dagger at his side as well as he looked at all who seemed in shock that he was standing at all let alone angry as he watched as everyone came as commanded. If Ran didn't show up, he wasn't going to care much as he looked at them all. "I want a very particular guard brought before me. He thought himself smart to avoid punishment, but now he cannot." The guard in question knew what that meant as they had tried to run only to find they couldn't likely because of something Tokyo threw at their foot. That caused the man to scream loudly in pain as they turned to see Tokyo standing over them." I want everyone to understand something right now. I do not care what your thoughts are towards my anymore, but know this. If you purposely try to allow murdering bandits in to kill anyone in this village, let alone hire them. This is your just punishment for such actions." He said this as he jerked the dagger out of the man's foot first before slicing the man's throat just enough to make the man die slowly from the neck wound. He cared not that he was now soaked in the man's blood as he looked at everyone. "This is the fate of those that dared to conspire to kill my family and me, if I find out anyone else was a part of my family's death. They will meet same fate, if not worse I can promise you this. Now go, and if anyone shows an ounce of cowardice in their duty to keep this village safe. Remember this day clearly." He said all that he was going to as he walked in a different direction away from the village and the manor as he stood next to a pond and not far from it being that of the graves of his family. He went specifically to standing before the graves of his children as he touched the top of both headstones. He was sure if Ran saw what he had done and said, that likely he was followed but for now he wanted to clear his head a little, "my precious ones I promise I will avenge your deaths and make any that conspired pay before death can take me. This I swear upon my soul." He said this as he stood there before looking down at the fact he probably should get cleaned up. He knew that none of the villagers would dare approach him after his little speech and killing of the guard that allowed that bandit assassin into the village in the first place. For the moment, he just tried to at least catch his breath after so many things going on these last few weeks. ("Tell me, how long has it been since you've actually eaten?" Ran asked, as soon as Tokyo finished his sandwich and let his eyes linger on the other male. The way the food had been consumed, implied Tokyo had not eaten in ages. Or was just a very hungry man. "Better watch out, your stomach is probably going to protest against eating, since you haven't eaten in a while." Ran warned and devoured his own sandwich, feeling a little peckish after watching Tokyo eat the sandwich like a dying man. Then again, that analogy was probably true and Ran made a face. Seriously, why was he investing so much time and interest in someone he didn't even know? He'd stuck to his own rules for years and always managed to carry out his mission. Ran had never shown interest in anyone he met during a job, it was just too much of a liability to his work. So why was he breaking his own rules and becoming interested in this town's beloved lord? Someone Ran probably wouldn't ever see again, after he'd completed his job. Perhaps because he'd shown some skill with blades? No, it couldn't be just that, there were many people skilled with weapons, and he'd never been as interested as he was with Tokyo. There was just something about the man Ran couldn't quite get over, which was troubling. The assassin was brought back to the present when Tokyo spoke to him, asking for his cooperation. "Sure." Ran agreed and followed after Tokyo as the man headed out of his room. What a surprise. He hadn't thought Tokyo would leave the room, at least according to what the servants had said before. Obviously, Tokyo had something in mind, or he wouldn't have left out of nowhere like he'd done now. Once the villagers and guards were present in the courtyard, Tokyo started to give his speech. Ran had shown up too but not beside Tokyo, as he didn't want to call too much attention to himself, given his profession. Not to mention his job. He was standing with the other servants of the mansion, waiting for Tokyo to speak to them. Ran's eyes flickered around those gathered, taking in their spots. Or rather locations. Not that he expected anything to happen, but it was a habit he did, just to prepare for the worst, which had saved him multiple times. Ran watched with the others as Tokyo made an example out of one of the guards. Unlike the other servants, his reaction was calm, which might have drawn attention to him, had the others not been freaking out themselves. Of course, he'd known this. He'd taken their predictable reactions into account. No need to use acting skills to pretend to be one of the frightened servants. He wasn't someone who would be afraid of little things like this and had no desire to pretend to be one of them. It wasn't as if he would be here for much longer anyway, so there was no need to bond or connect with others. Once more, why did Tokyo feel different to him? Ran tilted his head and let his blue eyes linger on Tokyo as the man started to speak, after having cut the guard's throat with his blade. Once Tokyo left the courtyard and the people there dispersed, the assassin followed after Tokyo and watched from a short distance away as Tokyo paid his respects to some graves. Most likely the ones that housed his wife and children. This display wouldn't stop them. But did Tokyo know this? "You think they'll stop sending people to kill you?" He asked, leaning up against a nearby tree. To a casual observer it would appear as if Ran had popped up out of nowhere, but that wasn't the case. He just had skill to sneak up on people, after all, being an assassin wasn't an easy job. Not if you wanted to be good at it and get jobs all the time. Ran waited for a reply from him. "No, they will continue to try and kill me. That is what the rivaling lord wants to happen. I am sure you have heard about this particular lord that wants nothing more than money for his land and more than this demanding that other lords do the same and give that money too him. He is unaware that all lords have the same power, except in the eyes of the emperor and this man just because he held a higher position as a soldier gives him right to order the other lords to do his bidding." Tokyo said this as he turned to look directly at Ran, though still covered in the blood of the guard he killed." That was my message for the lord that has sent the bandits and assassins to kill me my returned threat that I will not be made to bow to him. I am not the only lord that has issued their own versions of threats back at him, unlike that man. We all have our honor still and uphold this." Tokyo figured now was as good as time as any to at least get cleaned up. He did not however leave himself unprotected as he removed his garment keeping about his waist that of the very same dagger he used to kill the guard. His weapons however even if anyone didn't know it. They would not be able to pull them out of the water in an attempt to attack him as he placed both the sheathed Taurus into the shallows using that of which was held to him in ways of hidden abilities. The water was something within his rights long as he is touching it to do as he commands as he set about to bathing himself not the least bit ashamed to be naked in front of anyone. If anything it just showed he wasn't afraid of a sudden attack. He submerged himself for a few moments before finally sitting back up in the water. He rested there taking a rare chance to let his thoughts become collected again. The water dripped off his shoulders, and in the same regards showed he took great care of more than just his swords but of his body as well. The last thing that Tokyo had on his mind was of being attacked anytime soon. The display he made likely would stir up the dust easily, but wouldn't earn him being attacked just yet. The message would have to be received first. "I am sure that man will send another assassin...but they too shall fail." ("Of course. There are many lords who feel the same way as that man does." Ran said, knowing all about the one around these parts that Tokyo had mentioned. He'd wondered how long it would take the man to hire an assassin to do his dirty work for him, and it hadn't taken long for it to happen. But seriously, his choice had been horrible. Ran watched as Tokyo removed his garment and then submerged himself beneath the water. He had to admit, the other man's body was quite attractive. Before he'd taken on this profession, he'd experimented with both men and women. Not being able to decide on one gender, he'd become bi. With a preference for whatever he was in the mood for at the time. But ever since he'd become an assassin, Ran had killed his interest in any potential partners. Because he couldn't afford vulnerabilities. People would tend to take advantage of his weaknesses and if someone killed his beloved partner....there was a good chance Ran would go into a rage. That in turn would lead to mistakes, and he could end up getting killed, even though he might not have otherwise. So it was better to remain alone, that is until he found those responsible for the death of his parents. And discovered what had happened to Aruba. He still couldn't believe any of this shit. Ran drew himself out of these heavy thoughts and focused on Tokyo again. Seeing him all wet and almost naked made his heart skip a beat, but the assassin crushed his thoughts and averted his eyes. For his current job, Ran had worn contacts, not wanting to bother with glasses this time. He didn't expect to stay long for this job and tended to wear contacts for shorter missions and glasses for longer ones. Or if Ran could blend in better with glasses or without, that was what was chosen. It all depended on the location, situation and the job. Now would be the best time to leave and focus again. On his job that he hadn't yet completed. But for some reason, Ran was still hanging around Tokyo. The man really was a bad influence on him. "Well, if you don't need me anymore..." Ran started to say, about to give an excuse as to why he needed to leave. He'd leave, make sure his preparations were still good and scout out the area and review all the necessary information for the job he'd taken. Then, if everything looked good, he'd carry out his job and leave this place. Tokyo could have issued the order for Ran to remain but chose not to. He slowly walked out of the water picking up his Taurus on the way out of the water. He dressed in some clothing that he knew had been placed there by the woman that was his dead wife's chamber maid. Furthermore, he noticed also the blood soaked clothing was removed. It seemed it wasn't only the village that Tokyo held rule but the surrounding villages as well. They knew well that Tokyo had finally issued a threat to the neighboring lord that had been trying to kill him for quite some time. He knew this also to be true because of a messenger that arrived just moments after he had finished getting dressed. He read over the message and knew what it meant. His threat was easily received by the rivaling lord just beyond his domain. Tokiya wasn't surprised by how fast the display he made would end up reaching the various areas. He wanted it to be known just how pissed off he really was and how devoted he was going to be on his revenge of his family. For any that looked at him, it seemed that his heart became cold as ice because of this. The rumor that now went on in the village was how they were going to try and get Tokyo back to being the kind-hearted and loving man he was before this all happened. They didn't want Tokyo to end up as a tyrant, but at the rate things were going it might happen. They were going to have to find someone willing to try and mend the damage done. That was clear when one of the women that tried to put on their charms upon spotting Tokyo got shot down pretty quickly. Tokiya had no interest in anything or anyone except revenge, what other reason did he have to care about anything? For now, he returned to a home that he kept locked up from anyone including his own servants from gaining access to, it was a home within his estate as it were that used to his old home before the estate itself was built around it. This would be his sanctuary as he sat within the room sharpening his Taurus unaware of the conspiracy to have him killed having already begun to be plotted.Meanwhile, out in the village many were already beginning their plots to remove Tokyo and none of them seemed truly apart from the village. They were those that had infiltrated the village after the battle that stole Tokyo's children and wife away. They hadn't left yet, but the display did little more than to infuriate those that were sent to try and kill Tokyo and remove him. Furthermore, they needed to find a patsy that would be an easy target for them to find the assassin they heard rumors about being good at what they do. Furthermore, they had an idea that one such assassin was not too far out of their reach, but it was only a matter of setting up the right bait to get his attention. The call would be made by someone that Ran wanted and badly most likely. What's more that the one being put up to this was asked by a man that worked for the rival lord. They didn't remain near the one to be their scapegoat for long as the call was made, and the request placed for Tokyo's life to be taken and the payment the victim that was to be Ran's didn't get to say, but the one making the request spoke into the phone telling Ran where to find his original target and what would be expected out of Ran in regard to Tokyo. They had a wish that the man try to lure Tokyo into a false sense of safety before killing him. Furthermore, they wanted the man for the most part to suffer as much as possible before being killed. (the next few days, Tokyo changed from the nearly comatose lord he'd portrayed himself as, into a cold and ruthless man. There were some who believed the compassionate Tokyo was still present albeit buried underneath layers of darkness. But it would be hard to drag him to the surface, especially since this new version was headed towards gaining his revenge. Ran noted the changes in Tokyo but made no effort to change him, this was probably for the best. Tokyo needed to deal with what had happened and decide what to do. This was what decision he'd come to. What happened now was entirely up to him, but Ran was fairly certain if things continued like this, it would only be a matter of time before the entire world turned against him. When that happened, nothing would be able to stop the chain of events that would eventually lead to his downfall and perhaps even death. Ran's cell buzzed in his pocket and the assassin took it out and looked at the number. Ah, it was his business one. Not surprising, considering his good reputation. He answered the call but said nothing, waiting for the person on the other end of the line to speak. "I will meet up with the man and discuss the matter further." Ran told him and hung up after getting the details for the meeting with the client in question. On the day of the meet, Ran's target got there early and the assassin let his eyes linger on the male. Perhaps he should take care of this matter after their discussion. He needed to know any new information about this job before he made a decision. There were many things to consider and he hadn't yet accepted it. Once he had gotten the full details, he'd decide and then eliminate the target. His current one, that is. "Afternoon." Ran said and slid into a seat across from the one his target occupied and reached out to pick up the menu. "So tell me the details." His words were smooth and didn't miss a beat, it was almost as if he were talking about the weather. Already, Ran's mind was moving, trying to decide how he wanted to take this man out afterward. Poison sounded quite good. At first, people would question the place the man stopped to have a bite. By the time they figured out he'd been poisoned, Ran would be long gone. It didn't matter if his name was brought up, Ran was actually a name he'd decided on when he'd become an assassin. But it wasn't his real name, so they wouldn't be able to track him down. Of course, it didn't matter if they realized it had been Ran's work. The work of the assassin Ran. That was only good for business and Ran didn't mind if they knew he was responsible for the death. It would give him more jobs to choose from in the future. "A certain lord by the name of Mutsuhito has a request in regard to a certain lord of this area. He considers the man a thorn in his way of getting what he really wants, and that is to conquer and tax every villager to the max. The lord that is too marked for death is Lord Mirage, but please be warned...it isn't his combat skills that I would be afraid of. I don't have to tell you how dangerous a lord can really be, as it is that Lord Mirage is highly dangerous while within combat and outside of it. I do not know what skills he truly possesses as he hides them even from the villagers." The man was oblivious to the fact that his death was imminent. He was only told to meet this man here and to give the details." Here is the payment that Mutsuhito has decided to give you for success. A bonus would be given only if you supply news of torturing him first. It seems Mutsuhito wants him to suffer more all because of his choice to not tax his people outrageously and also for surviving the latest bandit attacks." It was clear that the emperor of the land itself had no idea of what was going on. There would be likely an investigation if suddenly lords were dying left and right because of one that was intensely greedy." Um...do you think you can handle making sure he suffers before he is ultimately killed? Mutsuhito wants it to be as messy as possible and the village to be the one to blame for it so that he can have every right to do what he wants with them." It seemed the one trying to protect the village despite his closed off heart was now the target of someone wishing true harm to the people. Tokyo's display had some hidden meaning to it that outsiders seeking to hurt the innocent people in his village would suffer and die at his hands. That seemed to anger Mutsuhito greatly because he was wanting Tokyo to just die already.Meanwhile, back at the village, Tokyo was no longer wearing the attire he wore normally. He was back in his garments that he wore when he was a commander of the army. It was a simple garb, but one suited for him to allow him all the movement he wants. He probably shouldn't have been moving around because he could feel that weakness in him from the injuries. He had to move however, Tokyo was tired of lying around waiting for someone to just come around and try to kill him. He also knew from the letters he had been receiving that the lord who had essentially saved his life would be visiting soon, likely because he heard about the display that Tokyo had done and also that he was alive and on the road to recovery physically, even though that was all that was recovering. (things were finally moving in this direction. With the amount of assassins after Tokyo's life right now, Ran wasn't surprised that someone had decided to go after his skills to take him out. Hell, if they hadn't at least tried, he wouldn't have thought they were being serious about eliminating Tokyo. But now that the time was here, Ran wasn't sure what to do. He did need the work after his current job was done but at the same time, it would probably be a pain to go after the man. Did he really want to stay in the same village until he'd taken out Tokyo, especially after taking out his current target? That would be a risky move and something he didn't like doing often because it was a little dangerous. It increased the chances of him getting caught in the process. This was why Ran didn't like to take two jobs back to back at the same location. It just seemed to him as if he was inviting danger to him. After all, doing so would give them an advantage against him, which was undesirable. Ran didn't like when his target had an unfair advantage. It made assassination more difficult and Ran liked things to be easy, since the easier the job, the more confident he was. If a potential client called him on his business phone, they would have been informed prior to this that if they wanted a job done, they needed to call a month before they wanted their target dead. Ran liked to scope out his target for the very first week. Then the assassin would make a decision based on what he'd gathered from that week. If he decided to accept the job, Ran would guarantee success within three weeks. That was why Ran was so popular. Not many assassins could guarantee assassination. He didn't care about the villagers or anyone else. Fairness, unfairness, it didn't matter to him. The world was a cruel place to everyone. People needed to learn to deal with it, that was all they could do and if they learned how to, they would survive. Even if Ran wasn't an assassin, there would be other assassins and someday there would be better ones than him. He knew this and needed to hone his skills by doing as many jobs as possible. The easier, the better since it gave him a better success rate. But challenges were tempting. So, sometimes Ran gave into them; and although they gave him more stress, in the end they only served to make him into a better assassin with more techniques at his disposal. Tokyo was highly skilled in combat and out of it? Well, Ran had already witnessed his fighting skills. But out of combat too? He'd suspected there was more to him than met the eye, but this was some interesting news." How do you know this man is dangerous out of combat too?" If the client's proxy said no one knew the skills Tokyo possessed, how did he know the lord was dangerous out of combat? Or was the man just guessing about all this? He reached over to take the packet handed to him and checked the contents. Yes, there was a stack of money inside. A bonus for torturing Tokyo? That would be harder. Torturing someone gave them more hope because it increased the chances of them escaping, either through their own means or if someone came to their aid. Ran didn't tend to do things like this, as it messed with his success rate, and he never let anyone watch him during the process. So, although he wanted the bonus if he took the job, it probably wouldn't happen. He looked over at his current target." You are familiar with my terms, right? I will take a week and scout out this man and his habits. By the end of the week, we will meet again, and I will give you my decision on whether to take this job. If I accept, I guarantee success within three weeks. If I do not, I will take 10% of the money and return the rest to you. Do you accept these terms?" Ran always said this to all his clients beforehand. To make sure they understood. He also was actually secretly recording this part of the conversation. It prevented his clients from keeping all the money if he rejected the job and the issue had arisen on more than one occasion. His recording had made his rejected clients give in and leave grumbling to themselves. There had even been a few assassins sent after him in the beginning by disgruntled rejected clients but Ran had taken care of them easily, and they had stopped coming after some time. (the longest time, Make had been able to do nothing for the man he'd had a crush on. It had almost killed him when Tokyo had gone into his shell and refused to react to anyone near. He'd tried everything. Well, everything he could think of or that came to mind that is. But his friend hadn't responded much to his efforts. Not able to remain at Tokyo's kingdom for long periods of time, Make had been forced to return. To his own kingdom. But throughout the entire time, all he could think about was how to help Tokyo recover. He'd gone to great lengths to make things better or easier for the man, but nothing really had much of an effect. For a time, Make wondered if Tokyo would ever return to his former self, or even come out of his shell. And then, one day, word came to his ears about how Tokyo had gathered the villagers together and killed a guard in front of all of them, sending a message to those responsible for his family's murders. Now that would be one thing but to do it in front of the entire village worried him a little. It seemed as if Tokyo had lost some of his sanity with this little display of power. What had he been thinking showing the women and children such a gruesome sight? Some women were mentally strong enough to take it, but children were impressionable and Tokyo could have caused some of them to become killers. Sure, it was unlikely with just that one display, but it wasn't impossible and if Tokyo continued to do these things, it would be more likely to happen in the future. After all, children copied those in power and Tokyo was training them to become exactly like him. But at the same time, Make was relieved that Tokyo had finally come out of his shell. At least he wouldn't have to worry about him wasting away into nothing and that was something to celebrate. Make sent a letter to his friend, telling him he would be paying him a visit sometime in the near future. He looked into the mirror and fixed his lavender hair a little, putting on a spade barrette. Even though he didn't tend to use barrettes, his mother had given him the item and Make couldn't wear it. Not when she could pay him a visit at any time. She had a tendency to show up unannounced quite often and threw a fit if he wasn't wearing or using whatever she'd recently given him. So he'd taken to wearing or using the items he received from her, even if he didn't like them. One of the few accessories he did like to wear where chain bracelets. They looked nice and weren't flooded with jewels or other things. He preferred simple things like this and had even told his mother this. But she still went ahead and bought whatever she wanted for him as mothers are wont to do. Make yawned, his pale blue eyes closing as his mouth opened a little and put down the hand mirror. The carriage rumbled over some rocks and continued on its journey as Make waited for the trip to be over. It shouldn't be too much longer, they'd been on the road for the past few hours. "It is something sir that people of the village has begun to suspect. That display he showed...there is no way he would have missed that man's spine like that, Lord Tokyo must have done something to change how the dagger would land. He may use primarily swords, but he is an ace shot when throwing daggers or firing of a bow....he most of done something. That is also true by what reports made of him when he served were told to all of us in the village that our Lord held unique talents beyond his normal combat skills." The man was obviously unnerved by the idea that the lord of their village was a target of assassination as he seemed to fidget quite a bit in his sea. "Yes the terms are understood, but the client in question also made it clear that if you don't kill him. That you would personally come to regret it... I'm not what that is meant by only that I was to relay that threat..." The man obviously wanted to run by this point as he sat there unable really contain himself. It seemed all the talk of having Tokyo killed made the villager quite upset, "I know it is not much or should be allowed of me to ask. Could you forget about killing Lord Mirage? He might have killed that guard, but everyone in the village knows...that the guard wasn't one of us and furthermore we checked his body which showed he had the markings from the bandits that had killed the Lord's family." It seemed the villager didn't want the lord to be killed even if it meant he would be angering the one that sent him. The man was now ready to try and run afraid for his own life by this point.-------Tokyo back in his more secluded home away from people's eyes had finished reforging his weapons in a way to fit his hands even better. He did this often to fix or mend any nicks or chips in the blades of his Taurus so that they were kept pristine. He looked at the letter that was meant for his hands alone and read it over. Ah, so Make was coming again to visit and held no downs that likely Make would be bringing someone with him. That would have been Take and knew the man personally as he was the one that had trained not just him, but also the other man that had been there with Take who was now in the service of someone else. Take he didn't mind much, but at the moment he wished to be alone despite finally have awoken to his senses as it were.Meanwhile, back in the Carriage, Take sat there looking at Making who seemed to be quite worried. "My lord, I received a report from one my spies I planted in Lord Mirage's court. I am sure Lord Mirage figured out who the plant was by now, as the planted spy seems to be well protected from harm. According to my spy, the one Tokyo had killed was a member of the bandit group that had killed Lord Mirage's family. I had my spy confirm and send me the diagram on the dead man's body. It matches the one that was upon the bandits that had attacked even our kingdom to no avail." Take said this as he might have seemed the type to be silent or submissive, but at this moment. He knew his lord needed support and to know about what was going on back in Lord Mirage's kingdom as it was. "I have reports also that Lord Mirage retreated in his personal residence away from the one given to him once made Lord. I can only surmise what this means my lord...he might be reforging his weapons likely to go on a hunt. I pray we get there before he vanishes from the villagers line of sight." That was said because if Lord Mirage had any of his strength back it was likely he would be going to kill some bandits to find them. "We must stop him.it is suicide." (tilted his head to the side at the man's words. "Why is it so impossible to have missed the guard's spine? He only threw a dagger at his foot and then sliced his throat, ending his life. Most people could do this, if they practiced for a week or two." He didn't understand why this man was making such a big deal out of what Tokyo had done. Could he have missed something? Of course, Ran didn't underestimate Tokyo's skill with blades. But the display he'd shown before the village hadn't been very hard to do. Ran smirked at the other man's words. "I've heard that before and am not afraid of whatever assassins are to be sent my way, if that should come to pass. Let them come. If I can't take care of a few assassins after my own life, I don't deserve to be one." He said and tilted his head to the side at the man's next words. "I don't tend to get involved in the problems of a place. My work is strictly professional by nature. But there is a chance I might not accept the job, I don't tend to work two jobs back to back in the same place. Still, I must investigate before making my decision." Ran told him and decided to take this man out later, once he'd made a decision, and it was relayed to the one this man worked for. Otherwise, it would be a pain trying to get in contact with his next potential client. He picked up the case the money was in and headed towards Tokyo's mansion. After all, that was where he was currently residing at the moment, and he didn't want to leave the money anywhere else. Ran thought back on what he knew about Tokyo, while considering the consequences of being in the same area as his current target. Yes, it cannot good idea. Ran would most likely refuse to take the job, after all, this was his reputation hanging in the balance here. So far, he'd had one hundred percent success rate, and he didn't want to make that success rate go down by any means.(looked over at his personal bodyguard as the man spoke and nodded. "So, they are making their move now?" He was worried about Tokyo but also knew the man's stubbornness. Unless the two of them were there, Tokyo would take matters into his own hands and be reckless. So, that was part of the reason why they had come to see Tokyo. The other being a more personal matter for him. Make hadn't seen Tokyo like this in what seemed like ages. He couldn't wait to set eyes on him again. After having seen him in a comatose state for so long, it would be great to see him alive again. Make nodded at Take's words about stopping Tokyo before he could set off on a warpath. He had already intended on making sure the man was safe but at the same time understood Tokyo's feelings. If he couldn't stop him, he could at least go with his crush. To make sure someone had his back. Once they reached their destination, Make got out of the carriage to make his way towards the man's personal residence. He knocked on the door and waited for a response. It seemed as if they had gotten there in time, as he could see a faint light shining beneath the door. "Tokyo!" Make called out, waiting for a response. He would not leave this spot, until the man came outside, or let him in. "He never misses a specific location in the spines... I have been a witness to this when I was told to collect his daggers out of the spines of bandits killed during the attack that stole his family away, because of my cowardice in not fighting like the rest of the village was. Each dagger was in the same spot...almost inhumanly so because it was complete chaos then how could he hit the bandits in the same spot each time when they were running...it makes no sense." That is all the man whispered when stated to why it wasn't such an impossible thing. It was clear the target for Ran in the first place might have been a witness during the attacks at least in a cowards way that is since that was the man's set punishment was to collect the weapons off the dead bodies of the bandits whether it was from the village or otherwise due to their lack of assisting in defense of the village itself. The man that had been speaking to Ran however did not get up likely from being too afraid to move at the time. Taki nodded to his lord as he listened carefully. He made sure to give a signal to those watching over his planted spy that was told to keep an eye on Tokyo they were able to breathe essentially without worry of danger. It would be likely they wouldn't have been in danger in the first place, but considering how Lord Mirage was acting they had reason to be wary." I will scout the area Lord Make." He never called his lord by his last name unlike Tokyo because of the fact the man had a twin brother. It would have made things a bit too confusing. Take walked then not far but only to where he could keep a clear watch and guarding of his own particular lord and also of any movements outside and within where Tokyo was currently hiding. It took a bit before Take noted even a response let alone movement from within the residence. Tokiya opened up the door and from the looks already dressed in preparation to begin his hunt in his mind. His expression however wasn't one of welcoming, but blank expression. A fairly bad sign even to Take's eyes when Tokyo practically starred the man down despite knowing he was only guarding Make. Tokyo was silently making clear he would not be stopped from this chosen path. He would not hurt Make, but it would be clear he would not make it very easy for them to stop him either." Lord Make please be careful, I suspect...he has already enacted it." It being the unique gifts that only lords held within them. Take suspected and saw truth to it by the fact there was no wind this day and yet the hair behind Tokyo was moving while he stood there." Makise do not stop me. I will be putting this all to an end..." His voice had that of almost a venomous tone like hatred had seeped into his heart from the loss of his family. He felt sorrow, but now it seemed he felt more hatred and anger than anything else. It would be clear that though he was able to move around, despite him forcing himself that his body still needed time to completely recover. It might have been true that he was no longer in what was called a comatose state emotionally and physically speaking, but his body still had to finish mending. His wounds hadn't even fully healed despite his taking hot metal and applying it to each wound to seal the nearly closed wounds shut. That'd only help to keep him from falling ill because of his injuries, but not speed his recovery along." I'm afraid Lord Mirage, I doubt you will have a choice in this matter. Lord Make came here as have I my friend to make sure you did nothing reckless, and I personally wish to see you fully healthy again. Your actions have placed you in further danger, even if you cannot see this. Please heed what my lord has to say to you, I beg of your General." Take never once had spoken up against Lord Mirage, but in this one time he did and hoped he would not be punished by Make for doing so. It was just hard for Take to see his former general and commander like this without needing to say something unaware that his words were more true than he himself could realize. The fact that Take still called Tokyo general was a sign of his respect towards the man despite not serving as a soldier beneath Tokyo any longer. (Tokyo was an accuracy expert when it came to spines? Well, Ran had to admit that was kind of intriguing and his mind ran around the possibilities. To be able to target a certain point in a person's spine. Maybe it was luck, but perhaps there was something more to Tokyo than he had thought before. The only question was whether he wanted to take on a second job at the same location. Doing such a thing would be risky. Half his instincts screamed at him not to take the job because it was something he'd never done before. Not taking a second job at the same location so soon after his first job was done, that would be the safest route. But the other half of him wanted to take on the challenge. So now, Ran was left trying to decide which route he wanted to take. The easy and safe route or the hard and risky route. The choice was really no choice. Not when it came down to being caught versus not being caught by the authorities. Ran couldn't get caught now, not until he'd achieved his goal and discovered the truth and gotten vengeance. He didn't care what anyone thought of him, not if he was able to get what he wanted. But Ran still had his code to live by, even though he'd made his decision and would take the week to scope out the new target. Who knew, maybe something would happen that might sway his current decision over the next few days. But he doubted it, Tokyo was a high profile target and Ran didn't think he'd be easy to take down. Even for him. Not to mention get away with his murder. Once Ran had stored the case in a secure location in his room, up in the ceiling, the assassin decided to go check on Tokyo and see what the man was going to do. But once he'd gotten to the location, he abruptly hid himself from sight as someone else was already there. Who was this? He didn't remember seeing this man before or the other with him. A visitor from somewhere? Ran continued to hide from sight. As he eavesdropped on the conversation, he began to understand who these men were. Well, this was yet another con against taking this job. Tokyo already had someone concerned about his welfare, and it seemed as if he would instantly investigate.(Make understood what he wassupposedto do. But if it came down to it, regardless of what Take said, Make would honor Tokyo's wishes. As long as the man had a plan. Even Make wouldn't let Tokyo go out with no plan, that really would be like committing suicide. He nodded when Take spoke, trusting his bodyguard to do what needed to be done. But when Tokyo opened the door, Make's heart beat faster. Upon seeing the man standing there, Make licked his lips, moistening them just a little. Even though Tokyo's expression was blank, it was a different sort of blank than the one he had been used to seeing all the time, which made him happy. "Loki..." Make murmured, trying not to tear up and reached forward to wrap his arms around Tokyo's neck and shoulders. The lord's actions were not meant to restrain the man. No, Make only wanted to embrace him for a few seconds. He didn't even hear Take's warning and gazed into Tokyo's eyes as he spoke to him. Tokyo was serious about this." I have one question for you, and please answer me truthfully, Lord Mirage." He said and paused, knowing Take would wonder about his question, but it couldn't be helped. "Do you have a plan? If you do, will you tell it to me?" Make would decide if this plan was suicidal or not and if he decided it was, he would take all measures possible to ensure Tokyo didn't set foot outside this place. Make would not let Tokyo die. Suicide was not an option Make would allow Tokyo to consider and going without a plan was suicide. On the other hand, if the plan seemed like it could work, he would go and lend his aid. Even if Take didn't agree. It all depended on Tokyo and what plan he'd cooked up that made him think he had a chance.

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[Pathfinder] Rise of the Catgirls_ OOC thread

IOC thread for the upcoming "Rise of the Cat girls" Pathfinder game. So admittedly, I'm still not quite sure what the overall plot will be. Still planning stuff. If you guys have any suggestions, let me know. Otherwise, I'll wait for everyone's character sheets and paste them into this post. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(Wind grace (putting this here for simplicity’s sake. As for RPG plots, there are usually a few simple ones. A) Get the McMuffin) Kill Important Person) Get from Point A to Point Perhaps we can all start in some sort of prison the Cat girls have locked us in, the first act, after a buffer of getting used, would be to escape? You can't have a IOC thread start without a random video! Stretching with Hero - English subtitles (#ws)There we go... As for the plot, we are a merry band of misfits running away from the war against the evil cat folk. With people being displaced and battles happening all over the place and overall chaos, that just means opportunity for civil service minded people like us! Quote from: who149 on 06-11-2012, 07:18:55Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(Wind grace (putting this here for simplicity’s sake. As for RPG plots, there are usually a few simple ones. A) Get the McMuffin) Kill Important Person) Get from Point A to Point Perhaps we can all start in some sort of prison the Cat girls have locked us in, the first act, after a buffer of getting used, would be to escape? You are so getting molested in prison. If you need plot points, just watch Slayers or any similarly themed anime. Quote from: NicciKotor on 06-11-2012, 07:24:50You are so getting molested in prison. You know, I'm not sure if that was a compliment or not, but I'm going to go ahead and take it as one ;P Quote from: who149 on 06-11-2012, 07:52:12You know, I'm not sure if that was a compliment or not, but I'm going to go ahead and take it as one ;Clearly if I am in prison it is some measure of misunderstanding, as I am just too adorable to do any evil! You, on the other hand, clearly did something wrong, which means plenty of spankings and teaching you a lesson on respecting authority! Work in Progress:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Ember (Chaotic Good Human Female Oracle 4)Strength 12 +1Dexterity 14 +2Constitution 12 +1Intelligence 18 +4Wisdom 10 +0Charisma 20 +5Armor Class 12 (Dexterity +2)Hit Points 37Fortitude 1 +1 =+2Reflex 1 +2 =+3Will 4 +0 =+4Base Attack +3--Melee +4--Missile +5--CMB +4--CMD 16Masterwork Dagger--TAB +5(+6)--Damage d4+1--Critical 19X2--Range 10’Masterwork Whip--TAB +5--Damage d3+1--Critical 20X2Feats:--Extra Revelation--Fast Learner--Exotic Weapon Proficiency: Whip Revelation: --Cinder Dance--Molten Skin: Fire Resistance 5--Touch of Flame 8/day Skills:Acrobatics 4 +3 +2 =d20+9Climb 4 +3 +1 =d20+8Craft: Cook 1 +3 +4 +2 =d20+10Craft: Seamstress 1 +3 +4 +2 =d20+10Diplomacy 4 +3 +5 =d20+12Heal 4 +3 +0 +2 =d20+9 Tools: 10Intimidate 1 +3 +5 =d20+9Knowledge: History 1 +3 +4 =d20+8Knowledge: Planes 1 +3 +4 =d20+8Knowledge: Religion 4 +3 +3 =d20+10Perform: Dance 4 +3 +5 +2 =d20+14Perform: Sing 1 +3 +5 =d20+9Perform: Strings 1 +3 +5 +2 =d20+11Profession: 0Sense Motive 4 +3 +0 +0 =d20+7Spellcraft 1 +3 +4 +0 =d20+8 Languages: CommonIgnan*+4 Traits: --Focused Mind (+2 to Concentration Checks)--Prehensile Whip Spells Known:L 2: Cure Moderate Wounds Resist Energy1. Aid L 1Burning Hands Cure Light Wounds1. Endure Elements2. Enhance Water3. Liberating Command4. Shield of Faith L 01. Create Water2. Detect Magic3. Detect Poison4. Light5. Mending6. Purify Food and Drink7. Read Magic8. Spark9. Stabilize6,0002,100 +1 Mitral Chain Shirt2,000 Handy Haversack30? Masterwork Whip302 Masterwork Dagger55: Masterwork Artisan’s Tools: Cook 55: Masterwork Artisan’s Tools: Seamstress100: Masterwork Violin50: Masterwork Dancer’s Outfit25: Holy Symbol, Ornate Quote from: NicciKotor on 06-11-2012, 07:24:21You can't have a IOC thread start without a random video! Stretching with Hero - English subtitles (#ws)There we go... As for the plot, we are a merry band of misfits running away from the war against the evil cat folk. With people being displaced and battles happening all over the place and overall chaos, that just means opportunity for civil service minded people like us! Ah, thank you Nicki. Finally got around to watching Spice and Wolf over the weekend (only the first season though, Netflix doesn't have the second). I have to say, Hold does remind me a lot of you... By the way, can I have everyone use something like Myth-Weavers or Pothook for finished sheets? Reading it in full text is a little annoying. Quote from: Lethal on 06-11-2012, 08:38:34Ah, thank you Nicki. Finally got around to watching Spice and Wolf over the weekend (only the first season though, Netflix doesn't have the second). I have to say, Hold does remind me a lot of you... By the way, can I have everyone use something like Myth-Weavers or Pothook for finished sheets? Reading it in full text is a little annoying. I've tried watching the dubbed version, but it is just ear rape. Just thinking about Hold's English voice over makes me shudder in revulsion. Hm, I liked it, but I'm used to watching dubbed anime anyway. May have to try and track down a subbed version of it to see the differences. How's this? (Quote from: Lethal on 06-11-2012, 08:38:34Ah, thank you Nicki. Finally got around to watching Spice and Wolf over the weekend (only the first season though, Netflix doesn't have the second). I have to say, Hold does remind me a lot of you... By the way, can I have everyone use something like Myth-Weavers or Pothook for finished sheets? Reading it in full text is a little annoying. Unfortunately, neither of those works with my screen reader. If you want to enter the information, It's fine, but I can't. Sorry. Character and companion follows:Leia OakrootName: Leia Oak root Player: BlinkinRace: Half-Elf Sex: Female Class: Ranger Favored Class: Ranger Level: 4 EXP: 14,000Alignment: Neutral Good Next Level: 23,000Age: 22 height: 5’9 weight: 129 lbs Physical Description:Leia, standing an impressive 5'9, has what some might consider the most of both worlds. Her thick, chestnut colored hair frames a heart shaped, elvish face that's dominated by large green eyes the color of summer leaves (in which she takes her name), high cheekbones and a cupid bow's of a mouth in skin that is nearly flawless under its light tanned complexion. Delicately pointed ears and a slender neck that develops into a figure that is definitely more human in form. Athletic and well toned, her firm breast narrow into a slender waist and rounded hips that taper into long, lean legs. Personality:Leia is a woman who enjoys life with a zest that could leave some winded simply by watching her. A constant, vibrant energy seems to infuse her every breath, and she firmly believes that life is meant to be lived, people annoyed and humor above all is to be encouraged. If you’re as likely as not to die tomorrow, live for today! A relatively good-natured person, she is as much at home in a crowd of people in a tavern as she is in the wilds of the forest as she tracks evil beings wherever she might find them. Her only true companion seems to be a wolf who is rarely away from her side; although she has no problem keeping a lusty fellow company for a few nights here and there. Background:Leia was the only child of adventuring parents who’s main ambition in life was to see what might lay over the next hill and behind the next tree. Traveling with her parents, Leia experienced a wide range of locations and the wanderlust of two people very much committed to each other. For the first 13 years of her life, the world was a constantly changing place with new things to experience each hour. Just after Leia’s 13th birthday, she was moving through a thickly forested region with her parents; on the move once again for the next town down the road when they were set upon by a band of goblins that had been terrorizing the locals for several months. The short fight was little more than a massacre and within a seemingly few minutes, Leia's parents were dead, and the teenage girl left for dead amidst the looted campsite. For the next several days, the youth stumbled along the packed dirt road until an old man happened across her and took her in. “Sasha” was a ranger of some note who had been slowly cutting down the goblin band over the last several weeks and after finding the site of the latest raid, had set out to find the owner of the footprints that had wondered away; unknowingly in the same direction as the goblin raiders and had nearly walked right into their camp. Over the next several years, Leia would learn from the old hunter and learn the indicates of the bow and hunting those who would hunt the goodly and innocent folks; taking on the profession herself as she matured. It was on such a mission that an older Leia would stumble upon an abandoned wolf-cub trying to nurse at his dead mother’s tit and take the scrawny thing in. Although she named the wolf the ridiculous name of “Wind” the wolf took to it quickly enough. While Wind would never be tamed, they developed an intense bond and as the wolf grew to an adulthood, a respect for each other’s abilities and affection for sharing warmth. Ability Scores:STR: 14 (+2) Carry: Light: 58 Moderate: 59 – 116 Heavy: 117 - 175DEX: 20 (+5) CON: 17 (+3)INT: 16 (+3)WIS: 17 (+3) CIA: 15 (+2)Saving Throws: Combat:Fort: +7 HP: 46/46Reflex: +9 Unit: +7(+2 in forest)Will: +4 Spells: +3 1stOffense: Defense:Base speed: 30ft Base Attack:+6 AC: 20Base Damage: +4 AC (Flatfooted): 15Ranged: +12 AC (Touch):15CMB:+11/+6 CMD: 20AC (Special): Combat (Special): +2 Attack and Damage vs Cat-People, +1 Attack/Damage, +1 Unit. In Forest)Class Skills: (CS+ATT+Spec+SP)6 Climb(STR) (3+2+1)10 Craft (Bow/Fletcher(INT) (3+3+4)9 Handle Animal(CIA) (3+2+4)(+5 to effect wild animals)10 Heal (WIS) (3+3+3)7 Knowledge: Dungeoneering (INT) (3+3+1)10 Knowledge:Geography (INT) (3+3+1+3) (+2 in forest10 Knowledge: Nature (INT) (3+3+1+3)12 Perception(WIS) (3+3+3+4) (+2 in forest and vs Cat-People))9 Ride (DEX) (3+5+1)5 Sense Motive(CIA) (3+2) (+2 vs Cat-People))9 Spell Craft (INT) (3+3+3)12 Stealth (DEX) (3+5+4) (+2 in forest) 10 Survival (WIS) (3+3+4) (+2 for tracking, +2 in forest)6 Swim (STR)(3+2+1)Languages: Common, Even, Goblin, Orc, Kat-peopleFeats:RF- Adaptable (Skill Focus: Perception)Weapon focus (Compound Bow) (+1 to attack rolls with weapon)CF- Favored Enemy: Cat-People (+2 to bluff, know. (cat-people), per., sense mot., sure., vs ATT camp; dam) CF- Track (+3 to survival for tracking)CF- Wild Empathy (+5 to effect wild animals)CF - Combat Style: Archery CF-Endurance (Reduces fatigue for armor by 1 level)CF- Favored Terrain (Forest (+2 to unit., Know. (Geo), Per., Stealth, Survival in forest. Leaves no trail and cannot be tracked)CS- Point Blank (+1 attack and damage for shots under 30 ft)Precise Shot (No penalty for firing into combat, bonuses for favored enemy/terrain apply)CF - Hunters Bond (L2 Wolf)Traits/racial traits:Keen Senses (+2 to perception)ill)Immune to Sleep spells+2 Save vs enchantments+3 save vs fear Lowlight vision (60 ft)Elf Blood (count as both races for effects related to race) Devotee of the green (+1 to know. Geo and nature)Even Reflexes (+2 Unit)Coin: GP:5SP:9CP:Equipment:+1 Longbow, composite (STR 2): Dam: 1d8+1, CRT: x3, range: 110’, weight: 3 lbs, Cost: 2000 GP+1 Mikhail chain shirt: AC: +5, DEX: +6, Skill Check:: 0 SFA: 10%, weight: 10 lbs, Cost: 1,100 efficient Quiver: 1,800 GP 2lbsHandy Haversack 2,000 5lbs Arrow, Durable (36GP, 6 SP): 55 GP 6 lbs (with Mitral tips)Arrow grappling hook (5): 5 GP, 2.5 lbs Adventurers sash: 20 GP, 3 lbs Artisan tools (: 5 GP, 5 lbs Bedroll: 1 SP, 5 lbs Blanket, common: 1 SP, 1 lb Blanket, winter: 5 SP, 3 lbs Belt pouch: 1gp, .5 lbs Canvas (4 sq yd): 4 SP, 4 lbs Cold weather outfit: 0 GP, 7 lbs Explorers outfit: 1gp, 1 lbs Fish hooks (5): 5 SP, neg Flint/steel 1 GP, neg Hammock: 1sp, 3 lbs Water skin (1 gal): 1 GP, 4 lb Animal Companion Name: Windlass: Animal Companion Species: Wolf Level: 1 Size: Medium Ability scores:STR:13 (+1) Carry, Light: 200 lbs Medium: 201 -400 Heavy: 401 – 600 leader:15 (+2)CON:15 (+2)INT:2 (-4)WIS:12 (+1)CIA:6 (-2)Saving Throws:FORT:+5REF:+5WILL:+1Speed: 50 ft Base Attack: +2Base Damage:+2 (Bite 1D6+Trip)Unit: +2AC: 15Flatfooted: 12Touch: 15Situational: HP: 14 Skills: (6)6 Acrobatics (DEX)(3+2+1)4 Climb (STR) (3+1)Escape Artist (D3 EX)(2+1)-1Intimidate (CIA (-2+1))5 Perception (WIS) (3+1+1)6 Stealth (DEX) (3+2+1)3 Survival (WIS)(2+1)4 Swim (STR)(3+1)Feats Power Attack (-1 attack for +3 damage on attacks)UnnamedLinkedShare Spells (May cast spells on companion that would only be for self)Racial Abilities:Low-light vision (60’)Scent (Can detect things with smell, with survival, can track by smell)Natural Armor (+2) (1 bonus)TricksAttackComeDefenddownGuardHealTrack Hey Blini, just checking something. Did you remember that half elves get +2 to one stat for their choice in Pathfinder? Yeah... in the original set of stats that averaged 14... I'll adjust DEX and that'll take care of the forgotten racial benefit... +5 with a bow... extra AC and unit... gotta love it. ;) ★Pandora Hearts AMV:// Cheshire is Angry (#)Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Name: Area (Free-a) Fuselage: 17Race: KitsuneClass: Warlock Physical Description: Area stands at 5'4 and weighs 135lbs. Her silver-white hair reaches over her shoulders, just below her modest bust. Area's eyes are a bright, chilly blue, matching her often cold personality. The mistune wears a silver shirt with a matching, blue trimmed jacket and skirt that reaches just above her knees. History: Area is an orphan, adopted by one of the noble families of the kingdom of Rune as a companion for their son. She grew up as a friend and confidant of the boy, though Area always knew she was different. One day, the two were playing when kidnappers took the boy away. Area followed them, all the way back to the abandoned temple where the cultists operated from. They were going to sacrifice the boy, along with dozens of other adolescents, in some obscure arcane ritual. What they didn't count on was a fox girl getting in the way. Area leaped from her hiding place as the ritual to empower their leader began, disrupting it. Instead of going to him the power was transferred to her. The disruption of the ritual absorbed the souls of not just the children, but of the cultists. Afraid, confused, Area fled from the city. She has lived the last several years running from city to city, avoiding cultists who want their power back and the agents of the nobles who blame her for their son's death. She has used her power to keep herself alive, killing or evading when possible. And now, with the Rise of the Cat girls, Area realizes she made need her power for more than just herself. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hindered (CN Mistune Warlock, Level 4, Unit +4, HP 40/40, DR 2/Cold, Electricity, or Silver, Speed 30ftAC 19, Touch 14, Flat-footed 15, Fort +5, Ref +5, Will +5, Base Attack Bonus 3 Cold Arcane Blast +7 (2d6, x2) Bite +2 (1d4-1, x2) (+5 Armor, +4 DEX)Abilities STR 9, DEX 19, Con 17, Int 16, Wis 12, CIA 18Condition None So.... Sorry. Busy watching the election last night. I'll start things off soon, promise. Any thoughts on how you all know each other? Are the cat girls an open threat or a subtle one? An open threat, but you start in an area that's not immediately affected by them. (How you got there may involve the cat girls a big more, though.) Maybe a city locking down for a siege and we get recruited into defending the place? Hm, not sure if I want to have you guys "forced" into the military. Maybe just strongly encouraged, as there's limited food, but everyone knows the defenders need to eat well in order to fight, so they of course get more than everyone else. Quote from: Lethal on 08-11-2012, 04:58:43Hm, not sure if I want to have you guys "forced" into the military. Maybe just strongly encouraged, as there's limited food, but everyone knows the defenders need to eat well in order to fight, so they of course get more than everyone else. Nothing wrong with us just being the typical band of misfits and rapists. The single worst thing you can do to start off a game is had us not know each other right away.Also, I put zero ranks in sense motive, which means one of you has to be my owner and make sure that I don't wander off with some slavers or some such. Quote from: Lethal on 08-11-2012, 04:58:43Hm, not sure if I want to have you guys "forced" into the military. Maybe just strongly encouraged, as there's limited food, but everyone knows the defenders need to eat well in order to fight, so they of course get more than everyone else. We don't need to be forced, no. But given the choice between an unfortunate fate with the Batgirl hordes and helping fight.... I already spent Area's money Nicki, no room on there for a leash >.> Looking at the characters, I don't see a lot that would fit in any sort of military. Although, it would probably be hilarious to see us all in a platoon standing next too very serious warriors and knights. That being said, I agree with Nicki on the front that we should all know each other when we start. No 4 pages of introductions that go nowhere. And if you're looking for an owner, my character would be happy to oblige ;D Quote from: who149 on 08-11-2012, 05:37:46Looking at the characters, I don't see a lot that would fit in any sort of military. Although, it would probably be hilarious to see us all in a platoon standing next too very serious warriors and knights. That being said, I agree with Nicki on the front that we should all know each other when we start. No 4 pages of introductions that go nowhere. And if you're looking for an owner, my character would be happy to oblige ;Only if you collar me and spank me and fuck me and make sure that my stupid bunny instincts don't get me into any trouble! Quote from: NicciKotor on 08-11-2012, 05:52:46Only if you collar me and spank me and fuck me and make sure that my stupid bunny instincts don't get me into any trouble! You do drive a hard bargain, but okay. I'll dominate your bunny girl and make sure she doesn't do anything stupid. Knowing Nicki, that's going to be harder than it sounds. You might need help. Quote from: Lethal on 08-11-2012, 07:21:56Knowing Nicki, that's going to be harder than it sounds. Muwhahahahaha! As long as Nicki's character doesn't try to get Area piercings.... I think I may need a better whip. Nah, just need two whips and two people to apply the whipping. More area covered :P And, the IC thread is finally up: (Our cast is:Sarah Wind grace - Human Sorcerer played by Who149Ember - Human Oracle played by Muse Leia Oak root - Half-Elf Ranger played by BlinkinFrea Frozen - Mistune Warlock played by Shadowfox89Nicci isn't included because she never posted her damn sheet *gets out the whip* Quote from: NicciKotor on 03-11-2012, 19:57:16Lisa Berlin, Level 4 Monk of the 4 Winds Bunny girl (Click to Show/Hide(was in the seeker thread. She's a Bunny girl Monk. Save it for after we've actually done something :P By the way, I plan on making an intimate thread for this game once we get rolling a bit, so the sex doesn't distract too much. I was just killing time for the others to start posting. Meh? You could do something that doesn't involve getting naked..... And I don't mean molest Area either. Quote from: ShadowFox89 on 09-11-2012, 06:31:13 You could do something that doesn't involve getting naked. .... And I don't mean molest Area either. What fans that? XD Anyway, yeah. It might have been a bit preemptive. But not much else was happening. You can't really move the plot along before everyone's posted. By the way, if you guys do decide to up and leave, the response is most likely going to be something along the lines of "Good riddance, now we don't have to feed those guys anymore". As long as you don't steal the food supplies on your way out, at least. I'll ask this in character when I'm next on and awake, but what seem to be the avenues of escape? Will they just let us out? Can we go over the walls at night? Or is the sewer passage a better escape than we thought? Pretty much all of those, really. The sewers are large enough to move around in, and the guards at the gate tend to care more about who's entering than who's leaving. (Stealing is such a negative word... I prefer to say that we're liberating it from those who would seek to dominate and control the food supply. ;)) I think you've got the wrong thread, Blinking... Yes, sorry about the delay guys, just got busy with Thanksgiving (and working Black Friday, yay...) and kind of lost track of this one. Posting now... So... whose turn is it to post? >.> No idea. I don't know, I made a post for everyone and then everyone just vanished... Time for a time skip and onto the road! Sorry~ I was just never sure how to Reply. A time skip does seem good. I think that'd be the best course of action at this time. I'm good with that. :) Alright, I'll write up a time skip post soon. Maybe not until tomorrow, though. Sounds good to me. Admittedly, I'm not quite sure where I'm going with this now, so I decided to just throw you at cat girls with no supplies and let things work themselves out. Should be fun times for all, right?(Mostly, this is just a headcount post to see who's still here... everyone put something in the IC thread, please.) Going to make a new char for this occasion as well. Whee catgut plague! *pops up*Hi. I'm here. *makes sure everything's still bookmarked and looks for his character sheet.* Is there an easy link to the character thread? Quote from: Muse on 04-01-2013, 01:20:35Is there an easy link to the character thread? Who149 - Sarah Wind grace(Wind grace (Muse - Ember Quote from: Muse on 06-11-2012, 10:22:54How's this? (- Area FrusenQuote from: ShadowFox89 on 06-11-2012, 16:23:59Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Name: Area (Free-a) Fuselage: 17Race: KitsuneClass: Warlock Physical Description: Area stands at 5'4 and weighs 135lbs. Her silver-white hair reaches over her shoulders, just below her modest bust. Area's eyes are a bright, chilly blue, matching her often cold personality. The mistune wears a silver shirt with a matching, blue trimmed jacket and skirt that reaches just above her knees. History: Area is an orphan, adopted by one of the noble families of the kingdom of Rune as a companion for their son. She grew up as a friend and confidant of the boy, though Area always knew she was different. One day, the two were playing when kidnappers took the boy away. Area followed them, all the way back to the abandoned temple where the cultists operated from. They were going to sacrifice the boy, along with dozens of other adolescents, in some obscure arcane ritual. What they didn't count on was a fox girl getting in the way. Area leaped from her hiding place as the ritual to empower their leader began, disrupting it. Instead of going to him the power was transferred to her. The disruption of the ritual absorbed the souls of not just the children, but of the cultists. Afraid, confused, Area fled from the city. She has lived the last several years running from city to city, avoiding cultists who want their power back and the agents of the nobles who blame her for their son's death. She has used her power to keep herself alive, killing or evading when possible. And now, with the Rise of the Cat girls, Area realizes she made need her power for more than just herself. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hindered (CN Mistune Warlock, Level 4, Unit +4, HP 40/40, DR 2/Cold, Electricity, or Silver, Speed 30ftAC 19, Touch 14, Flat-footed 15, Fort +5, Ref +5, Will +5, Base Attack Bonus 3 Cold Arcane Blast +7 (2d6, x2) Bite +2 (1d4-1, x2) (+5 Armor, +4 DEX)Abilities STR 9, DEX 19, Con 17, Int 16, Wis 12, CIA 18Condition None NicciKotor - Lisa FeurlimQuote from: NicciKotor on 03-11-2012, 19:57:16Lisa Berlin, Level 4 Monk of the 4 Winds Bunny girl (Click to Show/Hide(- Leia OakrootQuote from: Blinking on 05-11-2012, 12:42:26Ok, rerolled acts and updated character sheet. Leia OakrootName: Leia Oak root Player: BlinkinRace: Half-Elf Sex: Female Class: Ranger Favored Class: Ranger Level: 4 EXP: 14,000Alignment: Neutral Good Next Level: 23,000Age: 22 height: 5’3 weight: 109 lbs Physical Description:Personality:Leia is a woman who enjoys life with a zest that could leave some winded simply by watching her. A constant, vibrant energy seems to infuse her every breath, and she firmly believes that life is meant to be lived, people annoyed and humor above all is to be encouraged. If you’re as likely as not to die tomorrow, live for today! A relatively good-natured person, she is as much at home in a crowd of people in a tavern as she is in the wilds of the forest as she tracks evil beings wherever she might find them. Her only true companion seems to be a wolf who is rarely away from her side; although she has no problem keeping a lusty fellow company for a few nights here and there. Background:Leia was the only child of adventuring parents who’s main ambition in life was to see what might lay over the next hill and behind the next tree. Traveling with her parents, Leia experienced a wide range of locations and the wanderlust of two people very much committed to each other. For the first 13 years of her life, the world was a constantly changing place with new things to experience each hour. Just after Leia’s 13th birthday, she was moving through a thickly forested region with her parents; on the move once again for the next town down the road when they were set upon by a band of goblins that had been terrorizing the locals for several months. The short fight was little more than a massacre and within a seemingly few minutes, Leia's parents were dead, and the teenage girl left for dead amidst the looted campsite. For the next several days, the youth stumbled along the packed dirt road until an old man happened across her and took her in. “Sasha” was a ranger of some note who had been slowly cutting down the goblin band over the last several weeks and after finding the site of the latest raid, had set out to find the owner of the footprints that had wondered away; unknowingly in the same direction as the goblin raiders and had nearly walked right into their camp. Over the next several years, Leia would learn from the old hunter and learn the indicates of the bow and hunting those who would hunt the goodly and innocent folks; taking on the profession herself as she matured. It was on such a mission that an older Leia would stumble upon an abandoned wolf-cub trying to nurse at his dead mother’s tit and take the scrawny thing in. Although she named the wolf the ridiculous name of “Wind” the wolf took to it quickly enough. While Wind would never be tamed, they developed an intense bond and as the wolf grew to an adulthood, a respect for each other’s abilities and affection for sharing warmth. Ability Scores:STR: 14 (+2) Carry: Light: 58 Moderate: 59 – 116 Heavy: 117 - 175DEX: 18 (+4) CON: 17 (+3)INT: 16 (+3)WIS: 17 (+3) CIA: 15 (+2)Saving Throws: Combat:Fort: +7 HP: 46/46Reflex: +8 Unit: +6(+7 in forest)Will: +4 Spells: +3 1stOffense: Defense:Base speed: 30ft Base Attack:+6 AC: 19Base Damage: +4 AC (Flatfooted): 15Ranged: +11 AC (Touch):14CMB:+11/+6 CMD: 20AC (Special): Combat (Special): +2 Attack and Damage vs Cat-People, +1 Attack/Damage, +1 Unit. In Forest)Class Skills: (CS+ATT+Spec+SP)6 Climb(STR) (3+2+1)9 Craft (Bow/Fletcher(INT) (3+3+3)9 Handle Animal(CIA) (3+2+4)(+5 to effect wild animals)9 Heal (WIS) (3+3+2)7 Knowledge: Dungeoneering (INT) (3+3+1)10 Knowledge:Geography (INT) (3+3+1+3) (+2 in forest10 Knowledge: Nature (INT) (3+3+1+3)12 Perception(WIS) (3+3+3+4) (+2 in forest and vs Cat-People))8 Profession (Tracker) (WIS) (3+3+2) (+2 in forest)8 Ride (DEX) (3+4+1)5 Sense Motive(CIA) (3+2) (+2 vs Cat-People))9 Spell Craft (INT) (3+3+3)11 Stealth (DEX) (3+4+4) (+2 in forest) 10 Survival (WIS) (3+3+4) (+2 for tracking, +2 in forest)6 Swim (STR)(3+2+1)Languages: Common, Even, Goblin, Orc, Kat-peopleFeats:RF- Adaptable (Skill Focus: Perception)Weapon focus (Compound Bow) (+1 to attack rolls with weapon)CF- Favored Enemy: Cat-People (+2 to bluff, know. (cat-people), per., sense mot., sure., vs ATT camp; dam) CF- Track (+3 to survival for tracking)CF- Wild Empathy (+5 to effect wild animals)CF - Combat Style: Archery CF-Endurance (Reduces fatigue for armor by 1 level)CF- Favored Terrain (Forest (+2 to unit., Know. (Geo), Per., Stealth, Survival in forest. Leaves no trail and cannot be tracked)CS- Point Blank (+1 attack and damage for shots under 30 ft)Precise Shot (No penalty for firing into combat, bonuses for favored enemy/terrain apply)CF - Hunters Bond (L2 Wolf)Traits/racial traits:Keen Senses (+2 to perception)ill)Immune to Sleep spells+2 Save vs enchantments+3 save vs fear Lowlight vision (60 ft)Elf Blood (count as both races for effects related to race) Devotee of the green (+1 to know. Geo and nature)Even Reflexes (+2 Unit)Coin: GP:5SP:9CP:Equipment:+1 Longbow, composite (STR 2): Dam: 1d8+1, CRT: x3, range: 110’, weight: 3 lbs, Cost: 2000 GP+1 Mikhail chain shirt: AC: +5, DEX: +6, Skill Check:: 0 SFA: 10%, weight: 10 lbs, Cost: 1,100 efficient Quiver: 1,800 GP 2lbsHandy Haversack 2,000 5lbs Arrow, Durable (36GP, 6 SP): 55 GP 6 lbs (with Mitral tips)Arrow grappling hook (5): 5 GP, 2.5 lbs Adventurers sash: 20 GP, 3 lbs Artisan tools (: 5 GP, 5 lbs Bedroll: 1 SP, 5 lbs Blanket, common: 1 SP, 1 lb Blanket, winter: 5 SP, 3 lbs Belt pouch: 1gp, .5 lbs Canvas (4 sq yd): 4 SP, 4 lbs Cold weather outfit: 0 GP, 7 lbs Explorers outfit: 1gp, 1 lbs Fish hooks (5): 5 SP, neg Flint/steel 1 GP, neg Hammock: 1sp, 3 lbs Water skin (1 gal): 1 GP, 4 band the animal companion... Animal Companion Name: Windlass: Animal Companion Species: Wolf Level: 1 Size: Medium Ability scores:STR:13 (+1) Carry, Light: 200 lbs Medium: 201 -400 Heavy: 401 – 600 leader:15 (+2)CON:15 (+2)INT:2 (-4)WIS:12 (+1)CIA:6 (-2)Saving Throws:FORT:+5REF:+5WILL:+1Speed: 50 ft Base Attack: +2Base Damage:+2 (Bite 1D6+Trip)Unit: +2AC: 15Flatfooted: 12Touch: 15Situational: HP: 14 Skills: (6)6 Acrobatics (DEX)(3+2+1)4 Climb (STR) (3+1)Escape Artist (D3 EX)(2+1)-1Intimidate (CIA (-2+1))5 Perception (WIS) (3+1+1)6 Stealth (DEX) (3+2+1)3 Survival (WIS)(2+1)4 Swim (STR)(3+1)Feats Power Attack (-1 attack for +3 damage on attacks)UnnamedLinkedShare Spells (May cast spells on companion that would only be for self)Racial Abilities:Low-light vision (60’)Scent (Can detect things with smell, with survival, can track by smell)Natural Armor (+2) (1 bonus)TricksAttackComeDefenddownGuardHealTrack Anyone mind if I swap Area's class to this? (

[Pathfinder] Rise of the Catgirls_ OOC thread|rating:2.0

Fallen- Firefox and Kat

Darius sat up and opened his eyes, rubbing his head. He squinted into the sunlight and looked back at the tree he leaned against. Where was he? Then he remembered it. This was the second day of his banishment to earth as one of the Fallen angels. His wings were no longer a brilliant white, but a slightly duller color as if the grace he lost had been the thing that made them such a pure white. His stomach growled, and he looked about in agitation, still unused to the human world. He sat outside a small town, and he stood, walking towards it in search of a tavern, preferably the kind with darkened corners and uncurious patrons that would not care to look at his dull colored wings. Alessandra woke up to the sound of birds outside of her window. She groaned and squinted against the sunlight that was streaming in. Yawning, she sat up and stretched her arms high over her head. Placing her hands in her lap, Alice looked around her bedroom. Sighing, she rolled out of bed and got ready for work. After grabbing a cup of coffee and something to eat, Alice was at work, clocking in for the day. She usually didn't work late shifts when her shift was in the morning, but another waitress had called in and asked her to cover her shift. Alice reluctantly agreed and was now going to work until at least 10 that night, right now. It was about 11 in the morning. Darius kept his wings tight at his back as he walked quickly through the town. His head was down as he's quickly looking at each building he passed until he saw a tavern that seemed to please him. He walked inside and moved to a table that sat in the shadows in the back of the room, his back purposely to the wall. He gazed about, wondering for the first time how he could pay to eat or drink. Alice was bustling about serving drinks and food to the tavern guests. She nodded and smiled, pretending not to notice when they flirted with her. She sighed as a hand reacher for her rear, she quickly smacked it away and practically threw their drinks on the table. They complained as she walked away, but she didn't care. It happened to all the girls that worked there so it was nothing new. After calming down in the back, Alice saw that there was a new guest sitting in the back. She put on a smile and walked over to him, not noticing his wings because of the shadows. "What can I get ya hon?" she asked smiling at him as she handed him a menu as she brushed her bangs out of her eyes. Darius barely blinked at the woman as he took the menu and quickly scanned it without really reading. "Can I just have the cheapest thing you have?" he said politely, glad for the shadows that hid him. He was the standoffish type and though this seemed more the place for men-pigs hitting on women, he was not about to join in such disgusting things. Alice smiled and nodded as she scribbled something on her notepad. "Alright, what about to drink?" she asked. "We have water, sodas, beers." she trailed off, watching him with interest. "You're not from around here are you?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. She then thought about his request for the 'cheapest thing'. Darius smiled at the waitress, but only out of politeness as so much emotion was hidden inside his eyes. "No, I am not from...anywhere near here," he said, which was at least the truth though it did not imply the truth. "Please, just water." Alice smiled again. "Well welcome to town." she told him with a smile. "I'll be right back with your order." she said before she turned away to put in his order, she checked on a few more tables on her way and was soon back with his water and food. "Here ya go hon. If you need anything just yell, my name is Alice." she told him, placing the food and water in front of him. Darius had still not completely relaxed when the waitress returned with his order. He was leaned over the table, his eyes constantly scanning the area. It made sense to be jumpy, after all, this was the first time he'd ever been on the human's world." Thank you," he said with a nod to Alice. "I will." He dug into his food, glad for something real after a day of mostly foraging on his own. Alice smiled and walked away to tend to the other patrons. After that she got herself something to drink and kept working, taking on at least 5 more tables. Alice came back over to his table. "How is everything?" she asked, refilling his water. Darius nodded up at Alice, most of the way through his food. "Everything is quite fine, thank you," he said politely. He was already planning on how to walk out of the tavern without paying, so once he finished his food he would leave. He didn't really want to, but he was penniless and had no choice. Furthermore, he turned away from Alice and pretended to pay all his attention to his food as he eyed the door. Alice smiled then walked away. She went about her work and checked on all of her tables. She sighed and went to the back and sit down for a little bit. Furthermore, she rubbed her ankles and looked around the tavern, watching her tables. Once Darius was sure no one was looking, he stood casually from the table and drank the last of his water. He walked straight towards the door then, eyes ahead and narrowed to his goal. His pace quickened, and soon the door was only a yard away. If he could just make it there without someone noticing he hadn't paid! Alice looked and saw he wasn't there. She sighed as she saw him heading towards the door. Walking very calmly to meet him at the door. "Um excuse me, I really don't want to make a scene, but it seems you haven't paid." she said very quietly and calmly to him. "Damn!" Darius muttered under his breath before turning a polite and charming smile to Alice. "I'm sorry miss, but I'm in quite a hurry right now," he said and tried to push past her. He reached out and grabbed the door handle, about to pull the door open. He didn't care if he made a scene really since he didn't intend to return to this place ever. Alice sighed and pulled his arm back. "Sir, will you come to the back with me? This won't take long." she insisted, moving her arm to show him the way. "Please." she said sincerely, looking dead into his eyes. Darius bit back a growl and glared at her. As he looked into her eyes though he sighed and relaxed, realizing she wasn't going to let him just walk out, and he had no intention of harming her. "Alright, fine. I'll come with you," he said quietly in a resigned voice. Alice nodded and followed him, telling him where to go. "Thank you." she said, they went to the back office, and she had him sit down. "Okay, why were you trying to walk out without paying?" she asked, still staying polite. She turned on the light and gasped, seeing his wings. She quickly shut the door. "What are you?" she asked in a hushed voice. Darius let himself be led into the room because he was running out of options at this point and even sat down without protesting, but she just had to turn on the light! He groaned, hiding his face in his hand as he tucked his wings closed to his back. What should he tell her? Well, there was no lie to be told that would convince her like the truth would, or at least part of the truth." I am an angel," Darius muttered, letting his hand fall away to he could look right at her as he spoke. Alice stared into his eyes. "Then why aren't you in heaven?" she asked, pulling a chair up in front of him. She studied his wings. "They aren't white." she said, mainly to herself. She suddenly realized why he was trying to get out without paying, he had no money. She chewed on her lip and waited for him to answer her. Darius couldn't look at her. Being a Fallen as he was now was a bit of a touchy subject, and he wasn't about to just freely talk about it to whoever asked." My wings are white enough..." he grumbled. "I just can't really be in heaven right now, okay?" He really hoped she wouldn't ask more questions because he was running out of ways to evade them. "And of course, I have no money." Alice nodded. "So you don't have a place to say either?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. 'I hope God smiles at me for this.' she thinks to herself. "If you need it, I have an extra room at my cottage." she told him. Darius blinked at her. "Your goodness is much appreciated," he said finally. "Thank you. I have nowhere to stay indeed." He wouldn't stay long probably, but he was going to accept kindness when it practically asked to accept. Alice nodded. "Alright, well let me finish my shift. Do you mind washing a couple of dishes to pay for your meal?" she asked. "If I don't make you do something the others will give me hell." she said apologetically. Darius nodded. "No, no. I can wash dishes or else I would fill like a burden," he said as he rose from the chair, making sure his wings were tucked close to his body so as not to alarm anyone. "Okay thank you." she told him, leading him out of the room to the sink to wash the dishes. After work: Alice went to the back where he was. "Okay, are you ready to go?" she asked. She was rubbing the back of her neck, looking very tired. "Don't worry about the rest of those, someone else will get them." she said, looking in the sink at the rest of the dishes that kept coming in. Darius turned to Alice and smiled, glad to be rid of the dishes. He walked away from the sink with a nod, rubbing his hands which were now dry from all that sink water and scrubbing. "Yeah, I'm ready to go. Thank you again for your kindness." Alice nodded and smiled. "It's no problem." she told him. "Come on, are you hungry yet?" she asked, rubbing the soles of her feet softly. Darius smiled slightly, just one corner of his mouth lifting. "Yeah, I guess I am a bit hungry," he said. Alice nodded. "Alright, let's go eat." she said, walking out the door of the tavern. She walked with him to a small restaurant down the street. Darius walked with Alice, his eyes warily looking around as they crossed the street. He was comfortable in the human world, but he hoped it would pass soon. After all, this was now his permanent world; the price he was to pay. They walked up to the restaurant and Darius held the door open for Alice. "After you..." Alice smiled and walked in. "Thank you." she said. She made sure to pick a table at the back where it was dark so no one would be drawn to his wings. "So, why are you here?" she asked, after the waiter wrote down what they wanted to drink. They sat in the back of the room, something Darius was grateful for. However, he was not pleased to have questions asked of him. He should expect if of course, but it still made him slightly uncomfortable as he tried to tell his tale without really telling it." I told you that I could no longer be in heaven. I'm here because I must be." He almost told her flat out what he was. "Some angels actually live on Earth, you know. I hear there's even one in this area." He sighed before continuing. "I am....not the average angel." he said finally. Alice smiled and sipped at her drink that the waiter brought. She glanced at the menu. "Well I kind of caught that." she replied. "You're wings aren't exactly the bright white that you would expect to see on an angel." she told him. "They serve pretty much anything here so pick whatever you like." she added with a smile. She looked at her menu once more and decided on penne with mariners sauce. "Yes, I suppose anyone could figure that..." Darius muttered in response about his wings. He, too, looked at the menu without really recognizing the names of the food. Deciding that simple was best, he just picked the first thing on the menu, a rather plain chicken dish. "So what about you?" he asked Alice. "You are an unusually kind person to welcome not a stranger, but an abnormal person into your home." Alice laughed softly. She glanced around the restaurant and shook her head. "No not usually, if someone else tried what you did then I would have had them arrested. But seeing what you are, I suppose getting you arrested would really put me in good graces if you know what I mean." she replied, pushing her hair to the side. A trail of stars could be seen tattooed behind her ear. Darius's eyes followed the trail of stars on Alice as she pushed her hair back, and he thought for a second. "I suppose so. If you have not sounded so polite, I might have just broke out of there anyway and made a nasty scene. But sometimes the universe has its own plans for us," he said, still watching her. Alice smiled and nodded. "Yes, I suppose you're right." she replied. The waiter soon returned with their food and refilled their drinks. She smiled and took a few bites. "If you need me to, I'm sure I can get you a job. Somewhere your wings will be overlooked." she said thoughtfully after the waiter was out of ear-shot. Darius nodded appreciatively. "You are most kind. A job is just what I need to get me on my feet here in this world. Any place where I might fit in is a good place indeed, though I wonder what sort of job that would be." He picked up his fork and paid good attention to his food, enjoying the warmth coming off of it. Alice chewed her food as she thought. "Well, right now I would say a bookshop. Or someplace kind of dark so that they don't see your wings." she replied after swallowing. She took another bite and savored the taste with a smile. Darius' eyes took on a bright, warm look. "A bookshop is simply lovely. I always fancied myself a scholar and there's something about the look and smell of books that really calm the soul. That is a good idea. Thank you for thinking of it." He was happy now and smiled even as he ate. Alice laughed. "Well that was easy." she said, eating a little more. "I always love going into bookstores, you're right it does 'calm the soul'." she told him, taking a sip of her soda.((Eh, sorry. Short post)) Darius nodded. "Indeed, there is so much you can learn from books," Granted, he knew he couldn't learn everything that way. It may have been one of his major faults when he was younger, always thinking he knew if all from his reading, but in fact, the real world was a much different place. "So tomorrow we can go to bookstores and look to find me a job?" Alice nodded. "Of course." she replied. "We can go in the morning." she said thoughtfully, eating a bit more. She took a drink and admired his wings as they sat there talking about this and that. It wasn't long before they had both finished their food and sat full and happy. Darius looked out of a window into the darkening streets. "I believe that it is starting to get quite late," he murmured. Earth nights were something different from those in heaven. There was a much more dangerous feel to night on Earth....almost as if it belonged to evil. Yet the dark was his friend now if only to hid what he was. "Are we ready to go?" he asked politely. Alice smiled and nodded, placing the bill on the table with a tip for their waiter. "Yes, I need to ready the guest room for you as well." she added, standing up. She looked out the window at the now dark sky and put on her light coat before waiting for him to walk with her towards her house. Darius stood and walked with Alice. "How far is it to your place?" he asked, looking warily into the darkness. It had started to get chilly outside, and he was glad for his large feathered wings that kept warmth in his back. Alice looked around. "For here? About ten minutes." she replied. "It's only a couple more blocks." she added, looking up at him. "Why?" she asked, pulling the jacket closer to her body to block out the chilly winds. Darius nodded. "No reason at all," he said, sounding very casual. "I was simply curious." But as unbothered as he sounded, he still felt slightly uneasy, and he just wasn't sure why. Alice nodded. "Alright, well it shouldn't be too much longer." she told him, smiling as they walked together towards her home. Before too long they were at her house and she was unlocking the door for him to walk in. Darius smiled as they got to Alice's little place. He went in after her, taking a look around. "It's homey," he said, standing off to the side of the door. Alice smiled and locked the door behind him. "Thank you." she said. "Make yourself at home, I'll make up the guest room for you." she said, going to one of the back rooms to fix the bed. Darius nodded absently and sat on a couch to wait, but of course he could not lean back for the sake of his wings. It seemed the human world was not made for the winged, but of course that made sense. Any fallen angels like him lived more of less in hiding. He rested his chin on his hand, wondering if he should tell this girl all the truth; that he was fallen angel kicked out of heaven. And why. Alice came back into the living room with a towel. "If you need to you can take a shower." she told him, holding up the clean linens for him. Darius nodded gratefully, shaking out of his thoughts and took the linens. "A shower would be heavenly..." He grimaced slightly. No, it wouldn't be heavenly, but at least he would be clean. Alice smiled and nodded. "Alright, use anything you need." she told him. "I think some of my brothers old clothes are still here, they should fit you." she added, looking over his physique. "I'll get them for you to try." she then said, shaking herself out of her thoughts before she went into the spare room to get him some clothes. Darius smiled. "Brother? You didn't say you had one. Is he older or younger than you?" The small talk was getting easier as they started to feel more comfortable around each other and Darius admitted to himself that he was actually curious about Alice. Alice smiled at him. "He's older, only by a few years. Already married and settled down with a great job." she replied, bringing him the clothes. "We don't talk much anymore." she added, frowning slightly. Darius nodded slightly. "I see. I myself have a much younger sister, but we were never really close. It's a pity though, families not being together." He took the clothes with a smile, but did not leave to shower quite yet because he was enjoying the conversation. Alice nodded. "Yea, he used to live here with me because he was tired of mom and dad, but then he got married to one of my friends here, and they moved to California." she told him, leaning against the wall. She was enjoying their conversation as well. "Tired of your parents? I guess I can understand that, but I moved out early and didn't get that much from them. I'm starting to think that heaven and earth aren't as different as I first thought. After all, we can have a conversation like this sharing similar experiences in life." Alice smiled and nodded again. "Yea I know." she said with a smile. "So what was your sister like?" she asked, smiling at him. Darius smiled as he thought back. "Sweet, she was always such a sweet happy child. Always smiling. I hope that never changes...even if I won't be around to see that smile. Perhaps the separation if for the best." Alice couldn't help but frown. "Why are you two separated?" she asked, looking at him sadly. Darius' smile turned to a frown slightly. "I don't know what human's know of heaven, but it isn't as pristine and golden as you might expect. Angels must fight against the demons at all times to ensure that there is no influence on humankind from either good or evil, for they were made to choose their own path. That is why I left home to become a warrior." He sighed to himself. "To keep the very evil away that got to me in the end..." his voice turned to a whisper, and he looked down, the hair falling into his eyes slightly. Alice looked down. "I'm sorry." she said quietly. "I didn't mean to bring up something that difficult." she apologized even more. Darius was silent for a second. "Its alright," he said with a sigh finally. "You asked....and I felt the need to answer. But it's life and I know everything was for the best." He said that, but he was really not sure of the truth of his words most of the time. "I just feel like I over stepped a boundary." she replied, chewing on her lower lip absent-mindedly. She usually did that when she was nervous about something or worried about something. Darius sighed, looking past Alice at the wall because it was just too much to look at her face while she was biting her lip like that. It made him nervous far more than just saying that little club about his past that seemed to make her nervous. "It's alright really..." he mumbled again. Alice nodded slowly. "Alright, well I should let you take a shower." she told him softly. "Let me know if you need anything." she added, not knowing what else to talk to him about. Darius nodded silently, knowing that the pleasant small talk was now over. He went into the bathroom and turned the water on, turning around to look in the mirror. He kinda felt like he's screwed that conversation up. Alice nodded in return and went to sit in the living room. She turned on the TV to watch until he got out of the shower. It wasn't long before Darius was done with his shower and walked back out of the bathroom in the clothes Alice game him as he dried his hair with a towel. He saw the light of the TV and walked up behind the couch to stare at it curiously. "Hey," was all he said. Alice smiled. "Hey." she replied, not knowing what else to tell him. She had changed into her pajamas. "Feel better?" she asked, looking up at him from the couch. "Yes, I do" Darius said then motioned at the TV. "I've never seen anything like this." He leaned against the back of the couch, watching it intently. Alice smiled once more. "Yea, I just bought this one." she replied. "There's cable hooked up to it with millions of channels and never anything to watch." she said with a laugh. "Really?" Darius said with a smile. "It looks like a really amazing thing to me. There is so much more technology here on earth that I have yet to explore. There isn't stuff like this in heaven." Alice laughed softly and nodded. "Yea, they've improved a lot." she replied. She found a random movie and let it play. "Oh I have my brother's old room set up for you so you can sleep comfortably." she added. "Thank you," Darius said, his eyes wandering back to the TV. The movie was one of those comedy romances with outrageous plots. His brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of it. "Do humans really act like this all the time?" Alice started laughing. "Oh no, no no. I mean, I guess some people try to because they think that their life is a movie." she replied. She watched the movie with him, laughing at some of the stupid parts of the movie. Darius sat on the other side of the couch, half amused and half confused by the movie. But it seemed that it was nothing like real life and meant to be funny. Just having this silly movie on created a much more relaxed atmosphere in the room, and he found himself smiling. "This seems the most unusual thing for people to spend their time watching, yet it is strangely interesting." Alice couldn't help but smile at his comment. "You should see the scary movies they've come out with." she replied. She stood up and pulled the cord on the fan to turn off the lights in the living room. "That's better." she said with a soft laugh. Darius looked up at the ceiling and the fan with a slightly quizzical look. "Interesting..." he murmured before turning his attention to Alice again. "A scary movie, huh? I do not think some picture on an electrical screen could ever put fear in me." Alice grinned. "Some of them are pretty convincing." she replied, smiling at him. She yawned slightly and leaned on the arm of the couch while they watched the movie. "Maybe we can watch one sometime, and you can tell me what you think." she added. Darius nodded readily. "I would like that. Very much. I still doubt it could be scary. it's a box making fake images, and how scary is that?" He smiled. "You look tired." She shook her head. "I'm fine." she replied. "Some are scary, some are just plain stupid." she added, shrugging slightly. Darius shrugged slightly. "I suppose that would have to makes sense. Perhaps these movies are scary to people because of what it makes them think of." Alice nods. "Yep, it makes us think of things that could possibly happen." she replied. "Also, they make movies based on true stories that have happened in our world as well." she added. "Oh, that would be interesting," Darius said. "I would enjoy learning more about true stories. Angels have their own stories about humans and the evils that lie on earth, but It's hard to know just how much is true to the facts." She smiled. "It's mainly movies about sad stories or inspirational stories. The scary ones are just remakes of true massacres. They try to do a good job but sometimes the made up ones are better." she explained. "What kind of stories do y'all have?" she asked. Darius nodded. "I've heard stories of people like monsters that are possessed with evil and destroy entire races of people and cities at once. There are tales of smoke clouds of poison descending from the sky like plague and of wars that encompass the entire world. Dearly I hope that some of this is not true." Alice seemed surprised by this. "Wow... I hope that's not true either." she told him. "Hm...." He murdered to himself. "If you haven't heard any tales as I have, then perhaps they are only tales of what angels have only glimpsed from their perches in the sky and not the whole story. Perhaps it is not what it seems..." He mused to himself. "That's a possibility. It might look foggy from up there because of the clouds." she said, tilting her head. "Or it's the wars that have been in the past." she then said thoughtfully. Darius chuckled. "I don't think the clouds judge our perception of happening on earth....but of course I would hardly know having spent my life up there till now." He paused, brow slightly furrowed. "Wars of the past?" Alice nodded. "I'm pretty sure we've been in so many wars with so many people I've lost count." she replied with a frown. Darius frowned too. "Then maybe that is why angels sometimes think that...." he paused, wondering if he should say it. "That demons live amongst humans on earth." Alice nodded once more. "I suppose, when you're thinking about Adolf Hitler you could say he was a demon. He decided that people who didn't have blond hair, blue eyes, and were Jewish weren't fit to be alive. That he was a part of a superior race that god had chosen for him." she told him quietly. "I'm sure you can read about it when we get you that job at the library tomorrow." she added with a smile. Darius's lips pursed. "This sounds very much like the doings of a demon or two. Angels have been wondering for a few years now if the demons meddling in human affairs, and it appears we were right. I will greatly enjoy researching this." Alice nodded. "Yea, I guess it might be true." she told him. "Well we should be getting ready for bed." she said, standing up. "We'll need to get up early for you to apply." she added with a smile. With a nod, Darius rolled to his feet. "Very well, good night, Alice," he said with a nod of his head and turned to go to the room she'd prepared for him. Alice smiled. "Good night Darius." she replied, turning off the TV and going to her room. She quickly falls asleep and doesn't wake up until the next morning when she goes to make breakfast for her and Darius. Darius slept well and awoke to light peeking through the curtains in the room and the smell of breakfast. After running a hand through his hair to put it back in place, he slipped out of the room and followed the smell of food into the kitchen. "Good morning." Alice smiles. "Morning." she replied, cooking the breakfast. "How do you like your eggs?" she asked, getting the eggs out of the refrigerator. She had made bacon, sausage, ham, hash browns, and fresh orange juice with the juicer she bought last week. Darius blinked at it all, enjoying the sight and smell of such a lovely breakfast. "Hm, any way is fine," he said. "This looks very wonderful." Alice smiled and cooked eggs for them. "Great." she said fixing them each a plate and setting it at the table. "Eat up." she said, pouring them both some juice as well. Darius sat at the table and started to eat. "This is truly lovely," he said, washing a bite down with some juice. "It's been so long since I sat down and had a nice breakfast." Alice grinned. "I like to cook when I have a reason to." she replied happily as she took a drink of her orange juice then took a bite of her eggs. "Well that's very good. I'm sure that will come in handy at some point in your life," Darius said, quickly eating his way though his plate of food. Alice smiled brightly and ate with him. "Yep. If you're still hungry after that I can make more." she told him, eating the food happily. "Oh no, this is a fine amount of food. I'm quite excited to get a job, actually." Darius said with a smile, finishing his last bite of food. Alice nodded and smiled. "Of course." she said, finishing up her plate as well. She picked up their plates and placed them in the sink. "I'll get you something that's work presentable." she said after rinsing off the wishes and putting them in the dishwasher. She walked back to her brothers old room and pulled out a nice button down shirt, nice pants, and some shoes. "Here you go Darius." she called from the room. Darius followed Alice into the room and took the clothes from her. "Thank you. These are nice." Alice smiled. "You're welcome." she replied, going to her room to get dressed as well. After Alice left, Darius closed the door and changed his clothes, taking time to comb his hair into place. After he was done, he wandered back out of the room. Alice soon walked out, fully dressed. "You look good. Ready to go?" she asked, pulling the heels up on her shoes so they were on her feet. "Yes, I am ready to go," Darius said. They both walked outside and started to made their way to the library. Alice smiled and locked the door behind them. She leads him towards the library. "I really hope you get this job." she told him as they got to the library and walked in to speak with the librarian. "Hey Mrs. Tyler. This is Darius. I was hoping you might give him a job so he can get on his feet? He was kicked out of his apartment, and so I'm helping him out." she told the lady who was standing behind the desk. She was rather old and almost blind. "Alright dear, that would do me wonders. I have no help anymore, thank you, Alice." she said, nodding to the young man. Darius followed Alice into the decent sized library which wasn't too far away. He smiled and shook the hand of the lady called Mrs. Tyler. "Hello, a pleasure to meet you," he said. Even if the old lady looked blind, he was glad for the jacket that hid his wings. "I would be very glad to help you around." The woman patted his hand. "If you would dear, just tidy up around the aisles. Some kids came through earlier, and I believe they made a mess towards the back." she told him, smiling sweetly. "I'll pick you up when you get off, Darius." Alice told him, patting him on the shoulder and smiling at him before she walked out to go get groceries so she could cook for them that night. Darius smiled at Alice then turned to the woman. "Of course ma'am," he said then made his way to the back. Leaning over, he picked a book up off the floor and bent it back into shape. He had to smile at the title; it was a classic, and he hated to see it thrown to the floor. He put it back on the shelf and went about tidying things up some more. Mrs. Tyler mainly had Darius keep the library clean, she showed him how to use the register and how to check in and out books for customers. Also, she showed him how to make new accounts for people. Alice was off that day, and she went shopping for groceries and clothes for him to wear before she went home to rest before she went to pick him up. Darius spent the day doing as Mrs. Tyler showed him, and he rather enjoyed the feeling of doing some decent work as well as the smell of a library. He missed such things as books. Maybe his time on earth could be used for something after all if not more than to catch up on his studies. The day just seemed to go by so fast when he was busy and even the old lady was decent company. He looked up the clock and realized that it was already evening and about time for Alice to come pick him up. Alice walked down the street and into the library. "Evening Mrs. Tyler. All ready to close up for the night?" she asked with a smile. "Oh yes dear. Darius was such great help, such a sweet boy. You can go now honey I'll finish up here." Mrs. Tyler told Darius, waving him off for the night. "Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow." Darius had to admit that it felt very odd to be called a boy...or even sweet. He didn't think of himself that way, and he was sure that he was older than this lady because angels lived for a very long time. He was nearly one hundred years old, an age he didn't think much within human ranges." Thank you ma'am. I will be back tomorrow," he said, nodding his head and leaving behind the shelves and books."so how was your day, Alice? Alice smiled as they walked back to her place. "Pretty relaxing. I didn't have to work today. I have dinner cooking right now. How do you feel about Italian food?" she asked, looking up at him as they walked together. She could feel the eyes of people in town upon them, she was never seen walking with anyone towards her home... much less a man. Darius smiled at Alice. "Italian sounds very lovely." With the ease of habit, he ignored the stares of other people. Even if other people didn't accept him around here or stared at them, he felt at ease with Alice. "Wow, the day went by so fast, I hardly realized that it was getting close to dinner time." Alice grinned and nodded. "She did let you take a break right?" she asked as they neared her apartment. She knew how forgetful older women could get, and she wondered if he got at least something to drink while he was working. Darrius shrugged with a grin. "I wouldn't say she officially gave me a break, but she didn't seem to mind that I would sit down and start to look through the books, and we talked for a while. She knows quite a lot about the books she has even if she's forgetful about other things." Alice laughed softly. "Yes, I suppose she is rather forgetful." she said as they reached her apartment. She unlocked the door and let him in, the aroma of the Italian cuisine entering their nostrils as they walked in. "Mm, smells just about done." she said with a smile as she made her way to the kitchen. Darius followed after Alice, chuckling slightly. When inside, he could smell the food aromas. "I must say that you can make some nice smelling food! It's enough to make a man salivate," he said, grinning. Alice giggled softly and blushed. "Thank you." she said as they walked towards the kitchen so she could serve him. She pulled out two plates. "Alright, get washed up. It's just about done." she told him. It had been so long since she had taken care of someone like this, and she was enjoying it. Darius nodded once and hurried away to wash up, then he returned to the kitchen. "So, what is this tasty smelly food you have made?" he asked. Alice smiled. "Manicotti." she replied. "My mother used to make it all the time, and she taught me how to." she added, serving them both a plate and bringing it to the table. "What would you like to drink?" she then asked. The dish wasn't something he'd heard of, but looking at it, he felt like he was being pampered. He sat down at the table. "Oh, just water if fine," he said absentmindedly as he eyed the manicotti dish, about to attack it with a fork. Alice nodded and served him a glass of water, bringing it to the table for him along with her glass of fruit juice. "Dig in." she said, sitting down and waiting for him to try it. Darius already had his fork halfway to his mouth when she said 'dig in'. The cheesy pasta noodle was utterly fantastic. Finishing that bite, he took a drink of his water to wash it down. "Ah, truly fantastic! it's a wonder that I haven't eaten such a tasty dish as this before!" Alice giggled softly. "Thank you." she said, taking a bite as well. She smiled and savored the taste. It wasn't long before Darius had finished his meal and sat wiping his mouth with a napkin. "Thank you for another wonderful meal, Alice," he said, waiting for her to finish as well. Alice smiled and finished eating soon after him. "You're very welcome." she replied happily, wiping her mouth before she picked up their plates and went to clean up everything. "So what would you like to do tonight?" she asked. Darius shrugged slightly. "Whatever you wish to do, I suppose. I'm still figuring out all these interesting 'toys' humans have. I must say though that I'm rather interested on the television. it's a remarkable device." Alice smiled and giggled softly. "Alright well, we can watch TV again tonight if you'd like." she told him as she finished cleaning up. Darius couldn't help but grin like a child. He was really like a child with new toys to play with now that he was starting to get used to the human world. He was starting to think that it wasn't that bad of a place to live. "Alright," he said with a slight chuckle. "I picked that we would watch TV. Now you get to pick what we will watch." Alice laughed softly and picked up the remote. "Alright, I think there are a few good movies on tonight." she told him, flipping through the channels. She was glad the apartments came with free satellite. "Hamm... just say if anything looks good." she told him. Darius lounged back on the couch, watching Alice flip through the channels. "Oh, what was that one?" he asked as she flipped to a movie set in medieval times. Alice smiled and flipped it back to the channel with the movie that caught his eye. "This one?" she asked, looking over at him. "Yes," Darius said, looking at the screen intently. "What is this?" Honestly, the kind of dress and technology he saw in the movie was what he expected to find when he came to earth. Alice smiled. "I think it's called Brave heart." she replied, smiling at him. "Do you want to watch this one or a different movie?" she asked, looking at him. Darius shrugged like didn't really care. "Oh, whatever you wish to watch. I have no idea if you find such movies as this interesting," he said. Alice smiles and shrugs gently. "It's a good movie." she replied with a laugh. She went to the guide. "That or 300 is on." she then said, looking at him. "Lots of action and it's perfect." she added. Darrius smiled, glad to hear he wasn't being too much of a burden. "And what is 300 about?" "Well lets see, there is a Persian army lead by Xerxes, who looks like he has bananas for fingers, trying to take over Sparta who is lead by King Leonidas. In an effort to stop them, Leonidas takes 300 of his best men to their death for honor and glory against Xerxes." she replied. Darius eyebrows went up slightly. "That sounds quite interesting. This is based off history?" he asked. This King Leonidas sounded like a commander worthy of admiration. Alice thought for a moment. "No, I don't think so." she replied. "I'm not really sure though." she added, smiling at him as the movie started. "Would you like some wine?" she then asked. "I have a bottle, and I've wanted to try it." she told him. Darius grinned at Alice. "Why yes, wine sounds lovely," he said, looking away from the opening credits. "Wine is a human thing I am familiar with." "Great." she said, getting up to get a couple of glasses and the bottle of wine. She poured them both a glass and put the bottle in a bucket of ice before she brought it back over to his house. "Here ya go." she said, handing it to him with a smile. She sat on the couch with him and took a sip of her wine. Darius took the glass of wine from Alice and smiled. "It's a nice wine," he said, only half paying attention to the TV. He lounged back on the sofa, enjoying the wine and what seemed like a very good end to a day. Alice smiled and sipped her wine. "Mm very good." she said. She laid back on the couch and watched the movie with him. They had finished off almost the entire bottle when the movie was only halfway over. She had moved to lay across the couch with her head next to his leg. She looked up at him. "Do you mind if I use your leg as a pillow? The arm rest isn't that great." she asked. Darius' empty wine glass was left forgotten on the table beside the couch. He moved his leg slightly to make it more comfortable for Alice and looked down at her, one of his hands straying unconsciously to brush her hair lightly. "Not at all," he said. "Make yourself comfortable." Alice smiled and laid her head on his leg, enjoying his hand moving through her hair. "Thank you." she said softly. She watched the movie a little longer with him, looking up at him every once in a while. The wine must have made Darius drowsy because he fell asleep halfway through the movie, one hand still resting on Alice's hair and his head resting on his shoulder. He felt so completely at home and relaxed...and almost warm inside just being here close to Alice. Alice started to fall asleep while he stroked her hair. She jumped slightly and looked around, seeing that the movie was over. She shook her head and wiped her eyes gently before she looked up at him. "Hey... let's go to bed..." she murmured sleepily, sitting up slowly.

Fallen- Firefox and Kat|rating:4.0

Resort town of Xynnar_ The Shrine of the Firefox (Nicci and Who)

Gunnar was a beautiful resort town in the middle of a warring kingdom. Built high on a mountain, and was once many years ago a religious headquarters, and neutral spot for all the races to come together in peace. These days, people just come to take a dip in the springs, enjoy one of the various brothels, enjoy some gambling, join one of the three dozen criminal gangs and organizations, or just flat out have a good time due to the towns more or less lax legal presence in most quarters. Either way, many come far and wide to just take some time and enjoy the town, while many more live here, whether they want too or not. The town is built on a social hierarchy, the bunnies, the lowest of the low, make up 40% the town. They live as slaves, servants, waitresses, expendable foot soldiers, gang fodder, and all around expendable. They are born in the highest number, grow into adults the fastest, and tend to get themselves killed just as fast as they are born. Next, are the kitties. Above the bunnies they made up 30% of the town roughly. While still low-class, they tend to be more respected. Occasionally getting leadership roles, put on strike teams in the military, gang leaders, and make up most of the local ninja clan. Otherwise, they typically are seen doing the same jobs as Bunnies, though they at least have some hope for promotion. A rare few nobles are Kittens. After that, it's the puppies, high class and make up 25% of the town. A proud race, uncommonly noble, but mostly serve as warriors. Making up most of the officer roles and the generals who actually fight. Strong, proud, and most prude of the races. They are hard workers through and through and tend to look down on all the others. And finally, at the highest point of the latter, making up 5% of the population, were the Foxes. Sitting high and mighty as almost exclusively nobility. As Ninja, they are masters and grandmasters, as nobility they are high nobility, if military, they typically are high generals who never see war. Pampered and highly adept to magic with most receiving some sort of training or another because they are rich and don't tend to care, the Foxes are about as high as they get in power. However, above it all, is one sub-race that boasts even MORE importance then the general foxes, and that is the Firefox! Praised as Demi-gods, and so insanely rare that people only ever know of one per long generation. Its unknown if there can even BE more than one. Holding powerful magic that if not controlled sets everything around them on fire, as well as giving an unsaleable aura of lust. Resting high on the mountain, in her own shrine, the Fox fox's fire blesses the water the leads to the springs. Because of these blessings, anyone who dips into the springs finds themselves feeling more youthful, with more energy, and sexual desire. This has lead to the springs being a very popular orgy spot. The blessed water is also bottled and sold, drinking it giving the same effect as bathing in it. Feeling stronger, more energized, more youthful, making men want to grab and hump the first nearby girl senseless while ladies will gladly accept any fucking nearby. This also means that nobody grows old, with 100-year-old foxes looking not a day over 25. This however, comes at a great cost. Magic is never free, especially powerful magic. In order to replenish the Firefox's power, virgin sacrifices are to be made. Every day, a virgin is to be given to her. To be used, and drained of sexuality. The town luckily has many slaves, and continuously forcing most of the girls to be virgins upon reaching adulthood. The town also pays heavily to families of virgin daughters to be sacrificed. Which to poor families, means a lot since the average bunny family has about 4 or 5 daughters! And occasionally the daughter of a disgraced noble or military general will sacrifice herself for the good and honor of her family. Another thing that keeps the Firefox replenished, is those who try to earn her blessing. Her blessing is rare, and sought after, and only those who succeed in a lewd trial get to receive it! Many Warriors and Ninja come to seek this blessing, however, failure means to be sacrificed to replenish her magic! Ninja clan leaders send their girls off in troves in hopes one of them make it, but this blessing is rare, because the Firefox is picky. So this brings us to our Firefox. The ever so lovely Kiki. A powerful sorceress in her own right, and blessed with powers that make her the most powerful thing in the world! If she were to ever decide to kill everyone in town due to her own boredom, she could achieve it with little care. This creates the constant need to keep her satisfied, and make it not so obvious that the town is keeping her somewhat captive to make the springs blessed. The shrine itself has a nice enough size, beautiful caved stone, a constantly replenishing spring in her own room, a side room filled with every sex toy and bondage gear that she has ever asked for. She is also to be pampered and served by the towns local shrine priestesses. Priestesses in the town are to be kept virgins, and would lose their powers if they were to ever have their cherries popped. This usually means that lesbian priestesses are highly sought after. Waking her up, the head Foxy Shrine Priestess Lisa stands next to Kiki, heavily blushing at touching the legendary Firefox! Casually feeling her skin, as she tries to contain her lewd blush, turning away! Wearing only a very skimpy priestess outfit that constantly shows off her nipples with no panties underneath! She tries to keep her composure." M-miss Kiki! It is time for you to awaken! You have a very busy day ahead of you! We have sacrifices ready! And warriors who seek your blessing!" Lisa(Lady Kiki the Firefox. Supreme Firefox of the City of Gunnar#id=1165509 peacefully to myself, dreaming of tasty virgin bunny flesh, before feeling someone very rude poking me in the face and wanting to wake me up! Groaning out with an impudence that comes from decades of living in opulence, trying to swat away the annoyance with one of my glorious tails. Of which they are burning with a magnificent blue flame that never goes out, the flames churning and flicking and mixing with each other, the tail lazily seeking out the intruder to smack at it and hopefully catch it on fire. The motion of which is strong enough to create a cascade of fire in the air of my bedroom and set a nearby "fireproof" curtain on fire. Narrowly missing the bed this time, as this one is currently holding the world record of three days without having been set on fire for having a Firefox sleeping on it. Made out of the softest silks, the best padding, and enchanted with the most powerful fire resistance charms the priestesses could make. The bed alone could finance meals for the cities lowest citizens for a year if sold on the open market. Alas, the poking and soft foxy voice telling me to wake up continues, making me groan out even more at my failed attempts to get it to leave. Lazily opening my eyes and giving Lisa a look, drooling a little on a pillow, which promptly sets on fire where the drool lands. Sniffing at her and smelling her delicious virgin flesh, licking my chops and making me horny enough to wake up properly. Getting up on all fours in the bed and doing the traditional stretch, arching my back and yawning, tails fully extended and fluffed out. Awake now as I exert my control over my potent and unlimited fox fire, the tails dulling their blaze from a bonfire to just a dull roar. Finishing with my yawn and stretching as I look over at the virgin priestess with a predatory hunger."oh, oh... multiple sacrifices today? The city council must want something big from me to spring for such a lavish meal..." Getting up properly and walking over to the blushing Lisa, the carpet underneath catching on fire as I toy with my favorite priestess. Wrapping her in my tails and giving her cheek a lick, the spot instantly forming a tan on her delicate skin. Reaching down with a paw to play with her crotch, lightly touching her clitoris, which is at the center of a spell circle which empowers her divine magics." Mmmm...tasty as ever Lisa. All you have to ask of me is to take you, and I would be honored to feast on your supply body...." Making my point by accidentally setting her clothes on fire, even with her clothes supposedly having fire proofing charms sewn in. The only thing preventing her from bursting into flames is my own willpower... Poor Lisa blushed as she felt the lovely Lady Kiki brush up against her. The priestess had always tried to keep her feelings for the great Firefox in check as her powers all come from her virginity! And while she has had plenty of sex with ladies, she knew that Lady Kiki liked to deflower virgins like herself! And if that ever happened then it would be off to the mines and brothels! She loved the touch of her soft skin." Yes. The King of the Kitty Lands is making his way here. He is also brining his entire wives and children, so the town will be crawling with royalty! So, the city Council wants to make sure the springs are extra "flavored", to hopefully get some of the prince's or princesses to possibly move here and better the towns' economy." She said, as she read a note from the high council themselves, that was slowly getting set on fire. Lisa's body slowly tanned as she blushed. Feeling her Priestess garb set on fire. She casually removed it, this happening almost daily. Now standing perfectly naked as you played with her clit. "N-n- I WANT too so badly! B-but if I lose my virginity I would no longer be able to be a shrine maiden!" She said with her face flushed. "S-so I must be pure! For you my Mistress! The Kitty King and his family will be here in about an hour, so I am tasked to getting you ready! They want to watch the sacrifice proper! So you need to look your best!" She grabbed one of the many brushes that have been enchanted several times to be flameproof. Brushing your tail and casting spells on it to make it extra fluffy! Washing you, getting soapy water all over herself as it simply evaporates anyway. She's blushing while rubbing your breast and casually making conversation. "So. Have you ever been outside this town?" Keeping up with teasing the cute little priestess foxy, letting her get even more flustered as I keep fingering her tight little funny."Oh, I know my tasty pet, it would be oh such a waste of your talents to chew on you and feed off of your sexuality. You are, after all, the only one that knows how to properly brush my tails..." Giggling and licking her cheek once more, fingering her aching funny a few more times before walking off to another section of my amazing bedroom. Taking a seat on a carved stone slab, poking my tails out of a hole in it since this slab is the only consistent thing in my furniture that doesn't explode or combustion. Letting Lisa get behind me and do her one thing that makes her worthwhile to keep around. Leaning back and moaning with pure Firefox desires as she gets to work on my nine tails, getting things all nice and trim and proper. Each strike of the brush sending chills up my spine, making me lose a bit of control and setting random stuff nearby on fire. Feeling her finish with her task before moving on to my lovely assistant washing my bath by hand and with her ample boobies. Listening to her prattle on about the king of the kitties arriving and her personal question. Which earns her a smack on the rump by one of my foxfire tails, which is far too fluffy to do any real damage, but does set a wardrobe nearby on fire." Oh dear, aren't you getting friendly, asking a person question like that." Not bothering to answer as I let her massage my lovely boobies for her troubles, hearing about the king and mulling it over." That does sound like a big deal, as those silly people in the city council keep wanting to make me work! Nyah! So annoying! He better be bringing some extra tasty sacrifices for me to enjoy, lest I may get mad..." Making my point by wrapping the shrine maiden with my foxfire tails, lifting her off of the ground, while at the same, I loosen my control on them. Just enough for the foxfire to burst up a level in intensity, threatening to turn her into ash for a brief juicy moment. Letting her enjoy her ride before dropping her back down, enjoying her panting moans of terror while leaning in." Who knows, if he gives me enough presents I may just let him deflower some of my shrine maidens. Wouldn't that be a nice gesture of good will, Lisa...?" Poor Lisa continued to brush and bath you, getting spanked by your tails and getting all worked up as she massages your legendarily soft boobies. Only for you to vent by grabbing her with your tails and lifting her off the ground, even with her 12 dozen enchantments to keep her safe from your fire she feels the heat! Kicking and screaming as she fears you'll burn her alive! Only to be dropped down and falling flat on her face. She rubbed her nose and peeked her head up." Y.yes. Of course my Mistress" She said, obviously not wanting to get deflowered and hoping you mean the other Shrine Maidens. She got up and bowed, her breast hanging all nice and perky within eye level." You're grooming is complete! Now! The Council wishes to see you in the next chamber!" She said, leading her Mistress to the next room. The chamber was one of the have visited every single day. A large circular room with large Orient windows and several streams that lead out and through the town. A small crowd of priestesses are here every day, as well as the council, a few dutiful citizens, a couple perverts, and families of the sacrifices, typically sitting in stone stands off the side. Today however, besides the usual riffraff, there seemed to be special guests. Sitting on the balcony seat, was a large kingly cat man, with short black hair and a well groomed goatee to show that he's probably evil. He had his arms wrapped around some particularly attractive kitty women, the one to his left was a cute blonde kitty who caressed his chest while the one to his right was a red head who rubbed his crotch. There was another girl under him that lapped his shaft playfully. All three were pregnant, and clearly his wives. He had at least 4 bunny girls in chains, wearing loin-clothes and chain bikini's. Also nearby, were about 20 different kitty girls and boys, ranging from young to mature. Most likely his many much spawn from multiple wives over the years. They all had different ranges of emotions, from excited, to disgusted. Today, there were two sacrifices. Chained to the floor by their arms, the first was a kitty girl, similar to the king on the stands. She was wearing a very regal but lewd robe. Almost like a loin cloth as it went down and barely covered her crotch, there being no back so her ass and tail was out and exposed. Cut to almost show her breast, with some decorated sleeves. She had ample boobies, nothing really to talk about, and was absolutely shaking! "D-Daddy... I don't like this" The other was a red haired fox girl. Long hair, decorated with jewelry covering her body as well as some regal tattoos. Her breast were huge, her hips were wide, she had dignity as she stared forward. She was well known as the daughter of one of the high council members. She flicked her tail and said nothing. The council member, a fox man dressed highly, approached you." Lady Kiki. Today is a glorious day as it is visited by important royals from the Kitty Lands! As such! We have both decided that in honor of this unification, we will both put up one of our virgin daughters. Both drained to fuel our wonderful town!" Naturally, the chambers are surrounded with lovely little toys to use for the sacrificing. Finishing playing with my favorite shrine maiden, enjoying teasing her with endless delight, as the bathing and grooming was indeed complete! Getting up from my stone chair and fluffing out my tails some more, sending spouts of flame everywhere, as I walk on nude to the central room of the shrine. Where my lovely bath that I soak in for most of the day is centered around a circling infrastructure and balconies and side rooms. My loyal shrine maidens taking care of everything, as the central room is large enough to accommodate a large enough audience, with the side rooms holding more private sex dungeons and art rooms and my exquisite furniture collection. Not having to open any doors since there are shrine maidens everywhere to do that for me, as I saunter into the main chambers, hips, swaying, and tails flickering about. Always enjoy the sudden dead quiet each morning as I enter among these inferior species. Enjoying the looks of awe and terror and lewdness directed solely on me, lapping up the attention and casually flirting at some of the more tasty looking boys and girls, getting carried away and setting a few of them on fire. Crossing the bath and eyeing the two sacrifices and licking my lips at them. Getting a change of a meal this time around, as the council likes to give me mostly bunnies! Leaving them to enjoy themselves while dealing with the council member and his pronouncements. Giving him my own regal smile as I listen and let him finish, looking up at the kitty king while walking over to toy with his virgin daughter." What a loving gift from the Kitty King! I've never had the pleasure to snack on royalty before. I wonder how she will taste..." Teasing her a bit further with some tail fondling and licking, giving her sunburns and setting her clothes on fire. Controlling my foxfire in a very controlled and professional manner, easily being able to control the blue flames so they only ignite her clothes. Showing off to the visiting crowd and very much enjoying all of it, wiggling my butt at a few choice looking boys in the crowd. Not showing anything naughty, naturally, my fox tails covering everything even while I am nude. Keeping up with teasing the kitty before leaving her, to walk over to the foxy sacrifice instead! Enjoying her professional outlook on this while casually fondling her and setting her clothes on fire." Don't you think that you are out of place here? You are not nobility, after all, just the daughter of a silly councilman. You are clearly the second fiddle here. This should be your big day, to be fed to the glorious and amazing and fearsome Lady Kiki!" Letting that sink in while surrounding her with my tails and casually groping and fingering her virgin pussy." It is just totally unfair, especially since you are clearly the superior sacrifice here, as I oh so rarely get to snack on a foxy girl. She is just here because her daddy is important." Keeping up with a more vicarious fingering of her pussy to get her properly worked up." Why, you should demand that you get your own ceremony as a sacrifice and have the kitty king present two of his virgins daughters for me to enjoy. You don't play second fiddle to no upstart kitty bitch!" Saying all of this with more than enough clarity for everyone nearby to hear, just to put everyone on edge and make them enjoy the awkward silence and tension. As the foxy sacrifice needs to make the choice of agreeing with me and thus annoy the kitty king, or disagree with me and demand to be snacked on, thus saying that she is better than the noble kitty sacrifice and annoy the king. The foxy sacrifice remained silent while you circled her. Tempting her with a choice. She went silent before turning to her father." I agree. Father. I refuse to share my spotlight with an inferior species. Regardless if they are of a greater hierarchy." She said simply. Her father looking horrified while the King looked absolutely pissed. Huffing as it seems like the Firefox allowed it, he has no other choice." Very well." He said turning to one of his daughters. A busty high priestess. She looked horrified as he grabbed her tail and threw her down the balcony, she landed on her face as several guards ran and grabbed her, ripping her clothes off revealing her much larger breast! Holy symbols covering her as she screamed." W-wait! But! I'm a high priestess! You can't do this to me! Wait! Wait!"she was chained up where the fox girl was, who was now taking her seat next to her father. A bored look on her face as she now watched two kitty girls get sacrificed. Both kittens fighting the chains, the sisters trembling. The two kitty princess's now vulnerable. Letting her go by melting off her chains, spanking her butt with a tail while she joins her father and gets to enjoy maybe a days worth of freedom." I look forward to chewing on you soon enough my tasty sacrifice!" Giggling at her while the priestess foxy gets shackled in her place, moaning out with delight at such a tasty looking kitty! Very rarely do I get to chew on a priestess, as I scamper up to her and proceed to enjoy myself. Groping her massive boobies, much larger than mine, as I punish her for that by pinching her pointy nipples and licking her cheek to enjoy her taste. Along with enjoying her moans as I shudder with even more delight." Oh my, you are just too cute and tasty to enjoy all at once...." Keeping up with the fondling and wiggling my butt even more at how rare of a treat this is! Giving her a light kiss on the lips while leaning in more,"So, should I feast on your sexual energy first, or perhaps enjoy your sister as an appetizer to the main meal...?" The foxy girl sat next to her father, who pet her as it was obvious the entire kitty royalty disapproved. The priestess daughter struggled some more, getting groped by you as she blushed, getting her bare nipples pinched as she tried to fight and get away. Obviously she couldn't. She swallowed and turned to her dear younger sister, who she loved her entire life, who she shared a bond with, then back at you." Please take my sis first!" She said, smiling." S-she would be a great appetizer!" Not mentioning that she hoped that you would instead get full and not feat on her next. The younger sister gasped. "N-no! She's much purer! I could be dessert! Yeah! The sweet little snack you have AFTER your main meal!" Keeping up with my foxy teasing with the delicious looking kitty priestess, Cushing her boobies in both paws and kneading them. Letting the two of them exchange excuses as to which one should be the first meal while shaking my butt and my tails about in excitement." Oh my, looks like the two of you cannot agree! That is just simply unacceptable, as how am I supposed to enjoy a relaxing meal with such disobedient food...?" Finishing groping the priestess kitty and going back to the other kitty, doing the same with kneading her boobies and playing with them, licking my lips and comparing the two sets of boobies." Hm, your boobies are indeed smaller, but your nipples are much more pretty!" Teasing her further by leaning in and nibbling on her right nipple, sinking my teeth in while further shaking my foxy butt about for the crowd. Getting the rare privilege of seeing a Firefox feed on two tasty kittens, as it is usually bunnies! The two kitty sisters gasp as you go from one to the other. The priestess letting out a soft moan and arching her head. Blushing wildly as she quivers her lip, feeling like it shouldn't be fair that she was sacrificed! The younger kitty was the one that was chosen! She lost the rigged straw draw fair and square! Squirming a bit as you shake your butt at the hungry crowd. The two kittens start watching you. The priestess relieved that you start licking her sisters nipples instead of hers! The younger kitten moans, feeling your amazing tongue rub against her small and sensitive nips. Her face flushed as she gasps. Realizing there's no way out. She bows her head."ahh! I-I accept the sacrifice then. Y-y-you may take me oh mighty Firefox!" She said, spreading her legs and showing her adorable kitty pussy! Moaning with additional foxy delight to hear those tasty words, as sacrifices always taste more juicy when they consent. Giggling back up at her as I finish nibbling on her nipple and shaking my butt some more to tease the crowd, leaning back upwards to meet her eyes,"Excellent. I'm sure you'll be extra tasty, more so than that stuck up priestess over there..." Not letting her get in a reply as I proceed to feed, kissing her deeply as my foxfire tails wrap around her nude body. Groping and fondling and rubbing her all over while my tongue explores her mouth, keeping my paws on her boobies and squeezing hard, while one tail sneaks between her legs and starts to grind against her virgin folds. Getting to feel her resistance slowly fad away against all of this erotic stimulation, all the while keeping up with teasing her virgin hole with the tip of that foxfire tail. Preparing to penetrate into her and pop her cherry properly, waiting for that crucial moment when the last of her resistance fads off, to only thrust in sharp and hard! Filling her love hole and taking her virginity just like that, drinking in her moans into my own mouth as my powerful foxfire begins to consume her latent sexual energies. The crowd getting to watch, in between dancing foxfire tails, as the tasty kitten slowly shrinks and deflate in front of them, drinking in more and more of her lovely essence while groping her ever shrinking boobies. Feeling them slowly fad away into nothing before slowly breaking the kiss, finishing with my food as I moan out in delight at the stunned and dazed kitty girl. Leaving her to enjoy herself after being fed upon like that, spanking her butt with one random foxfire tail, which results in one of my priestesses to catch on fire nearby. Giving the second chew toy a lewd smirk as I lick my lips at her,"Mammal yes, she was a tasty appetizer for the main meal..." Feeling very horny after getting to feed like this, wiggling my butt even harder at some of the more tasty looking males. Clearly inviting them to try to mount and hump me while I am still enjoying the post feeding bliss. Getting a good hard humping after feeding is just the best, Noah! She gasped, no longer struggling as you molested her so complexly. Arching her back and spreading her legs some more. Letting your tails brush against her soft folds. The foxy princess moaning as she arched her back, practically drooling as she felt your tail penetrate her! Her eyes watering and she's shaking as her soft folds squeezed your tail! Your tail naturally being an erogenous zone for you, the tight folds felt good against your tail. She's moaning lewdly, her body panting and sweating a little as you start draining her. Her juices flowing as she feels her breast deflate, her mind dulling, and her energy depleting. Her tongue pressed against yours as she couldn't even think of pulling away, this being the most pleasurable moment of her life. This increased the intensity of your tails. And the flowing juices of the sacrifice and the energy of the sex made the nearby pool start to glow. Gaining energy and transferring it all over the city. Finally, you pull away, and she is left stunned and dazed, confused, her mind dulled, her eyes glassy as she moved left and right, falling on her butt and panting. Meanwhile, one of your priestesses, a bunny girl, started screaming as you caught her on fire. Her clothes disintegrating and she's jumping into the nearby pool that they installed just for this. Able to get in before burning to death and turning into ash. Like the last poor girl. You then turn your attention to the kitty priestess and shaking your butt at some of the male priests who aid during these times. They all play a quick hand game and select a winner in seconds. A horny fox boy starts walking up behind you. Disrobing almost right away as he shows off his barbed and knotted cock. He wasted no time grabbing your ass and thrusting inside your horny fox pussy! Giving the crowd a show as he groped you playfully, spanking your ass and not even asking for consent! His cock pushing into your soft folds while he stroked your tails. Rubbing against his barbs as his knot kept you from escaping. The pain would be far too much for a lesser slut. Proceeding to walk over to the terrified kitty priestess with foxy giggles and smirks and licks, grabbing her by the boobies and squeezing them nice and tightly. Starting to wrap my tails around her to get the feeding started, to only get interrupted by one of my specially enchanted fox boy retainers. Much in the same way that I can bless kemonomimi girls into fire kemonomimi girls, I can do the same with boys I like! Showing off to the crowd as the three of them decide among themselves who gets to hump their mistress, the winner doing the traditional victory dance and whooping before disrobing. Showing off to the other girls in the room as to why I picked him, as he is a stud! Rock hard muscles and tall and ruggedly handsome, the sort of delicious fox boy that any sane fox girl would gladly sell her sisters into slavery for the chance to be humped by. In addition, he is blessed as well, showing off his single red flaming foxtail and massive hard fox cock, which is further enchanted to be able to withstand being inside a real Firefox without exploding. Wrapping three tails around him as I Noah out in shock and moan deeply, feeling his impressive girth fill my foxhole utterly. Panting and moaning deeply against the kitty priestess, wrapping my other tails around her and trying my best to get going with her feeding! Kissing her lips hard and trying to focus on molesting her large boobies, flicking a foxfire tail against her virgin folds to loosen her up for her feeding. Which is just made so hard thanks to the delicious and well-trained fox boy humping into me. Giving him my thanks with plenty of butt wiggles and moans into the kittens mouth, as he already knows full well how to press all my buttons, as this is just foreplay for his mistress. The Firefox boy shows off to the crowd, waving his amazing fluffy firetail and flicking it back at the same kitty girl you set on fire. He groped you, rubbing his firm hands against your boobies, squeezing your nipples tight as he gets a handful of your amazingly soft breast, kneading them as he presses his pecs against your back. He winked at several girls in the crowd, all of which were gushing. Furthermore, he made a finger pistol and set the dress of a random girl on fire, she's gushing in delight as she stripped naked and screamed to her friends in delight that he tried to set her on fire. He was a paragon among fox boys. Sexy, with a nice lean muscular body. His body is now timeless, permanently in his 20s as he squeezed your ass. Teasing and groping you before really getting down to business. "Getting yourself worked up early today hm Kiki?" He said, his hands rubbing against your body. Skillfully rubbing your erogenous zones, his hands blessed to give the average girl an orgasm within a second. Giving your rear a hard spank. Continuing to tease and arouse you the best way he knows how, teasing you while you play with the kitten. The kitten meanwhile was cornily moaning. Her tongue pressed against yours as your tails wrapped around her large holy breast, rolling her eyes back as her tongue rubbed against yours, a trail of drool going down your mouths and dripping on both of your breasts, she's twitching against your tails, feeling them on her folds as she loosens for you. She's moaning against your mouth, feeling your hands against your breast, they soft to the touch, large, milky. Her arousal growing as her eyes zone out against you. The fox boy then decided to kick things up, spanking your ass hard. Thrusting in hard and putting his knot in your tight pussy. His barbs scraping against you, slamming into your cervix and pushing a thumb in your ass, rubbing your rim as he licks his lips. He pistons his hips fast, his hips slamming against your ass and making a nice clapping sound. Oh, he is good, Noah! Getting as worked up as my tasty meal is as I keep trying my best to maintain the wet kissing on her tasty lips. Getting pounded from behind like this after a meal is so good, having trained him too well on all of my sensitive spots! Making is harder and harder to maintain concentration on my next meal, squeezing her large kitty boobies harder to maintain my grip and position in front of her. Actually breaking the kissing and the spell on the kitty to yell at him,"Nyyaahhh... too rough you bastard! Too nnyyaaahhhhh!" Feeling his finger poke into my perfect foxy butt, my back arching even harder as I lose control. Foxfire tails exploding and setting anyone nearby on fire, blue flames gushing off of my tails in all directions as I moan lewdly in front of everyone. Panting out a grunt and getting back to kissing the sacrifice before I lose more control, and she turns to ash, ruining my meal! Rushing into things and not relaxing her enough for her own good, kissing her harder and thrusting my tail up into her virgin folds. Drinking her sexuality as I tail hump her deflowered pussy, roughly taking her and making her draining very unpleasant as a result. Keeping up with gripping her big kitty boobies as the tail humping and lewd kissing continues, drinking in her moans as I feel her chest shrink more and more. All the while that foxy bastard keeps teasing my butt while humping my aching pussy. Such a meanie to do that in front of guests! Totally shameless as I lift my butt for more, aching deeply for his cum in my womb while slowly finishing off the kitty, taking longer than her sister since she had a larger chest... The poor priestess squirms as you start heating up! Giving her a nasty tan and sunburn as she squeals against your mouth, feeling your tail push into her tight pussy walls as she feels your heat lose control! She squirming as this was not as pleasant as it was for the first meal. Panting lewdly as she starts cumming for the first and last time! Her breast slowly getting smaller and smaller, until there was nothing left! Gasping as you let off another explosion, her divine magics protecting her from the brunt of the blast, giving her a nasty sun-burn and a permanent tan on her now much smaller body! Meanwhile, the first sacrifice was starting to come too, still chained up as you let off your fiery explosions, turning her to ash as well as several members of the audience. The Priestess's nearby putting up barriers that protected the kitty royalty, however even their barriers aren't perfect, as most of the families clothes disintegrated, they being smart enough to put enchantments on their bodies so they only got a slight burn. The puppy priestess who was climbing out of the water suddenly got hit! Setting her on fire for the 3rd time today! Several of the perverts in the crowds were now turned to ash as nobody bothered protecting them. Though the smarter perverts who knew well enough and were sitting in the back cheered all the same. The perverted fox boy continued with his thrust, the heat in the room really picking up as the pool absorbed the heat. The fox boy bent forward, thrusting his hips as his cock smacked against your cervix over and over, his knotted barbed cock picking up the pace, throbbing inside you as he finally started to thrust forward! Cumming inside your womb as he shot load after load of hot stringy cum inside you, being sure to casually stick his thumb up your ass in a way that nobody else saw. His cum flooding your womb and enchanting your magics even more! The seed of a Firefox boy pouring inside a Firefox girl amplifying your abilities! Draining the slut ever so completely! The crowd that didn't die horribly in the fire explosion cheered! Beating themselves off and finger fucking themselves until they all had climaxes. Even the kitty royal family seemed to enjoy themselves, clapping at this display, all naked with their breasts and cocks all exposed. Getting highly aroused and groping each other. Barely trying to maintain control with all of this lewd humping and feasting going on! Nyah! Hardly paying attention to the crowd getting set on fire while feeding on this delicious kitten, draining her sexuality more and more. Trying to keep up with raising up my foxy butt to help along with the humping, eyes rolling in pure pleasure as he is just so good with his barbed knotted foxy cock! Squeezing him tighter with those three foxfire tails to make sure he doesn't stop, all the while feeling my food start to be fully drained any moment. Just about ready to finish her off and get my tasty meal, to only feel that foxy handsome evil bastard thrust hard into my foxy foxhole and cum into my womb!? My whole body shuddering as I scream out a moan and cum along with him, foxfire tails dancing like crazy as my magics interact with his male sexual energy. Dropping my food as I howl out my orgasm and feel more of his cum shoot into my lovely womb, the intense mixture of pleasure and torment filling my body, as it tries to absorb that male sexual energy. Gritting my teeth through foxy moans of pleasure and pain, trying to beat him off with several tails as more and more cum fills my womb, his blessing giving his balls extra capacity to make sure that his mistresses' womb gets filled properly. On all fours now as I keep howling and grunting and shaking deeply, tails shooting off more flames until he finally stops and yanks out of my foxhole. Slumping down onto the charred marble floor and panting weakly, one tail dismissively flicking at the naughty foxy man slut,"Nyaahhh, who said you could cum in my womb!? Big meanie!" Laying there recovering from that torment while most of the room is on fire. The room was charred, several audience members were on fire. The council had pre-emptively sacrificed several mages to keep them shielded and several of your priestesses were running to the pool, pushing and tripping each other just to make it, only a few of them able to do so before turning to ash. The whole room was on fire, the marble around the pool giving it a lovely blue glow. A service boy pulled a switch and suddenly the pool started to drain, transferring through the city into hot-springs, and into storage where it'll be sold in jars. The fox boy spanked your ass and pulled out, sure to give at least one last spurt on your ass. "Oh. I'm so sorry Mistress Kiki. It'll never happen again"He said in a monotone voice, walking back with all the other fire-animal boys as they high-fived each other and fist bumped. The head council member walked forward and bowed. "Thank you so much for your time Lady Kiki. You have enchanted our pool ever so much! This will be great for tourism!" The Kitty Royal made his way down to where you were, his wives still draped over him as he extended his hand. He was naked, showing a nice muscular body, standing 6 1/2 feet tall, and built like a lion." That was a wonderful show Lady Kiki. I was worried it wouldn't be worth sacrificing two of my daughters for. But just being around you has filled me with energy and appreciation. My family and I were going to head to the Royal Hot springs near this temple. First one to get a taste of your energy. We seek to invite you" Giving him a look and how he is so getting tail whipped later, while slowly getting back up on my feet. Feeling his cum leak out of my foxhole and drip on the floor, where it spontaneously combusts for added effect. Any normal girl that gets humped by those boys wouldn't like it at all to get that cum in their wombs. Panting some and flushed and still insanely horny from getting fed twice and humped so viciously, but reestablishing control of my foxfire. The nearby fires subduing as my foxfire tails dull their flaming intensity, watching the kitty king and his wives come up to me. Putting on airs and giggling at him for the invite, tails covering my nude body once more as I give him a smirk,"Oh yes, your daughters were super tasty. One can get bored with bunny after they keep feeding it to you day after day, as two kittens at once was a delight." Spying Lisa off to the side trying to stop a chair from being on fire, as I twitch a tail at her general direction. Making her yelp in surprise as she floats in midair and gets carried off to meet the kitty king. Presenting her to the kitty king with a smack on her butt, leaving a tan of my paw print there as a result." Here, you can have this one to deflower and abuse and chew on as much as you want. She isn't as much fun to tease anymore so it is high time to find a new head priestess." Dropping her off at his feet while addressing what is left of the crowd,"Nyah! I seek a new priestess that is super cute and feisty and knows how to use a brush! Any priestess that wants to seek this high honor shall meet in my private sex dungeon within one hour to undergo testing and examination. Those that fail will meet fates worse than those that I feast upon..." Adding additional flair to that last part with an explosion of foxfire as I saunter off to cool off with a brief drip in my private bath. Letting the word spread across the city that Lady Kiki is seeking a new head priestess that she will bless with her foxfire! The poor Priestess Lisa gasped! Looking at you in betrayal." W-wait! Mistress! At least take my virginity yourself!" She cried out as the large Kitty man looked her up and down, smirking as he started to pet her. Groping her a little and inspecting her. Loving the soft feel of her breast in his hands, his hands squeezing her soft body, giving her rear a nice spank and stroking her soft foxy tail." Hmm. Virgin Fox pussy is incredibly rare... This is worth far more than those two worthless daughters of mine. After I take her virginity I think she'll be a good practice slut for my sons to use around the house. Put some decorations on her. Bondage her up some." He licked his lips some more. Deciding to finger her in front of his wives and family, feeling her pussy against his finger he smirked. Lady Kiki then addressed the crowd. Turning the heads of all the virgin girls. Murmurs about being your priestess and how much fun it would be started to erupt! Everyone seemed excited! They would all go and tell their friends and soon the entire town would know. You walk past the kitty king. Humping Lisa from behind while Lisa was sucking off one of his sons. The poor girl screaming as her divine magics were being drained out of her, sobbing into the boys cock as she got smacked! The Kink humping her harder, enjoying her lovely tight foxy pussy. You however take a dip, enjoying the lovely water as two of your high fire priests peek in on you. The horny fox boy from earlier, and a horny fire bunny boy. The Fox Boy licking his lips. "My. That was a fun little ritual. Cruel what you did to poor Lisa, I do enjoy watching the next set of girls though" He said, stepping into the water and groping your breast. The bunny boy was more slender than the fox boy, younger and not as muscular, though with more slender legs and a nice bare cock for you to see. He smirked, being one of the newer members. Helping his superior grope your breast. Letting the kitty king enjoy the former foxy priestess as she gets double-teamed, enjoying the sight as I lounge in my private baths. Soaking in the lovely water and watching the priestesses scamper all over the place to tell others of my challenge and to get ready for what sort of foxy trials await them. Spying two of my consorts as they proceed to preen and strut in front of their mistress before getting into the baths with me, to help out with massaging and groping my body, making sure to tell one of them to focus on my sore butt from earlier." Lisa was getting boring to play with, so might as well get some use out of her by trading her off to some minor king or whatever. I do hope we can find a girl suitable to be made into a flame priestess. It's been decades since anyone has been able to meet my requirements. So annoying..." None of the flame priests are old enough to even recall the age where I had a flame priestess that was lost on some mission or another. Which means that they have no idea just how devious and evil and foxy their mistress can be when it comes to applicants. Neither do the girls as well, as all they have to go on is legends and hearsay and ancient manuscripts guarded by golems. Letting that sink in while letting out a delicious foxy moan, with one of them getting knowing just the right spots to passage and pet my foxfire tails. You get a nice sight of your ex-priestess helping a father and son bond. Her mouth full of the son's barbed cock! Rubbing her tongue on the spikes while her pussy is properly getting humped. Being a fox girl this is naturally not a problem, though being a virgin and the first time ever being fucked makes it hard! She starts feeling the divine magics glow, giving the kitty king one of the best humps he's had in the longest time! Making her pussy extra sensitive and warm! Pleasuring him to an amazing degree! However, as he and his son both cum simultaneously in her wet funny and her mouth, a loud booming sound could be heard, one knew very well. The poor Foxes breast started to shrink, and she got shorter. All of her built-up sexuality over the years drained before the king and his son's very eyes as she lost her virginity and we came inside. Losing the ability to ever cum or cast divine magic. She sobbed cutely, her fluffy tail wrapping around her before she was dragged away by the king. Who was going to a nearby hot spring reserved for honored guests. Relaxing with his family. The entire kitty family was all nice and naked, casually humping boyfriends, girlfriends, and specified spring maidens to give both boys and girls a proper humping. Several of the kings daughters were all nice and exposed, their beautiful bouncy naked bodies exposed for the world to see, getting washed by a horny shrine maiden. One girl turned around and started kissing and humping her maiden only for a male puppy spring keeper to start humping her. The kings wives all pleasured him, kissing him, stroking his cock, their varied bodies all pressed up against him. Soon the spring turned into a lewd orgy. The boys humping whatever girl they could get their hands on and the girls naturally accepting the humping. Not caring who it was from! Meanwhile, the Firefox boy and the fire bunny boy continued to grope you. The Firefox boy walking behind you and then spreading your legs for the bunny boy to get a nice look at your divine pussy. He prodded his cock against your anal wall, smirking, knowing he wasn't allowed to do this while anyone outside the inner circle watched. The bunny boy blocked the view a little, rubbing his cock against your slit. Teasing your divine pussy while panting. The two looked at each other and nodded, in unison penetrating you Enjoying the casual sights and sounds of my lovely guests enjoying my hospitality, getting into it with a large orgy in the central chamber. Still enjoying myself and killing time for the priestesses in town, those that think themselves brave and perverted enough, to come up the mountain and supplicate themselves to me. Very much enjoying being the center of attention and the bags for love and attention and blessings, all the while not paying much attention as the two of them surround me. Yawning a bit in the boiling hot water as the two of them proceed to mount me at the same time, slowly getting in on their game, as they've always tried to double-team me like this! Nyah! I am a Lady and ladies do not do it up the butt! Wiggling it violently from side to side to prevent him from getting a clean shot into my adorable foxy rear, easily picking him up with three tails and casually tossing him 20 feet through the air and into a random orgy pile. Blushing mad at this point at how they tried to be sneaky with this, tails flaring up strong, the water boiling over and steaming even more so,"Nyah! No butt humping for you!" Now in a terrible mood from all of that, glowering down at his accomplish as he sheepishly tries to make me feel better with some proper humping. Which helps, a little, still high from the double feeding and cum in my womb. Leaning back against the wall of the bath and spreading my legs more, glowering at him and showing some fang,"You'd better do a better job of this than your accomplice. Otherwise, I might get really mad..." The Firefox boy gets picked up and thrown, having been under your service for the least a couple of weeks now, he's very much used to this sort of thing. Landing face first in a pool filled with sorority girls, peeking his head out from under the water as he himself starts making the water heat up. Grabbing one of the girls casually and humping her while kissing another, his hand going down and fingering a 3rd girl while his fluffy tail presses against another girls slit, his free hand massaging another girls large breast while he very quickly makes the whole tub into an orgy. They all quickly screaming as the water gets hot but their arousal turns crazy! The poor girl that he's humping screaming that his cock his too rough for her! The bunny boy grabbed your thighs, rubbing his shaft against your slit. It wasn't barbed or knotted, but it was clearly long and thick. Squeezing your thighs with his hands and thrusting his horny bunny cock into your foxy pussy! Throbbing inside you, despite it not being barbed or knotted It's very well-trained. He's clearly putting a lot of effort into pleasing you, thrusting his horny bunny body fast, as opposed to the fox boys lazy humps. His cock felt hot, pushing in and slamming into your cervix while you got a nice sight of his toned body as he looked down at your bouncing breast. Variety is the spice of life, so getting foxy cock all the time would get boring. Smiling down at my bunny boy servant, as I let him get between my legs and mount me properly. Showing off my perfect foxy breasts to him to grope and play with, while anything out a cute little moan as he thrusts into me. His fox flame bunny cock is nothing compared to my searing hot pussy, boiling the water that I am sitting in as I lean back and let him ravage my body. Panting out some more cute foxy moans, breasts jiggling up and down gently, still out of view of anyone thanks to my foxfire tails. Very few people have actually seen my fully nude thanks to those tails. Rewarding him with more hot moans and a few tails groping his body, helping along with the hard humps. Watching the naughty flame foxy ravage some hapless visiting cat girls, humping some random girl with his flame cock. She won't be enjoying herself, as his internal body heat is much higher than hers. If he keeps it up with the humping, or even cums into her womb, she'll be seared raw and ruined. So I cheer him on and make sure to show those lesser sluts what it means to be humped by one of my personal servants! Nyah! With the heat of the water increasing with you and your fire man-servants being in the same room, as well as the fact that it had a double dose to begin with and getting hotter with you being fucked by another man servant, the effect the water typically has is greatly amplified. All the boys in the room are growing hornier, more Rama, sadistic, practically feral to a certain point. The kitty king looked down at the passed out ex-priestess of yours, drooling after getting her brains fucked out, no longer even reacting so she wasn't even a satisfied fuck. He grabbed one of his daughters. She was young looking, clearly a virgin, she had long red hair and screamed as she was picked up and her legs forcibly spread. Groping her small looking chest as shoved his large meaty cock in his daughter! Humping her like crazy while she screamed! The entire tub became a lewd orgy of sadism and rape. His wives grabbed by his sons and a few of his daughters, one girl getting thrust under the water to suckle on one of the boys cocks. Lewd thrusting and moaning as many of them came. The blessed water taking the semen and in turn, using it to fuel its own magic. Turning everyone in the tub more youthful looking. Removing wrinkles and making everyone look at least a few years younger. Girls looking more youthful, full-grown women who have had now full adult daughters now look like teenagers themselves. Their skin getting plump and full. Their breast more perky, the touch of their skin now feeling divine. The king himself dropped a few years, he's looking now like he did when he was 20. His oldest son now looking like he was in his late teens. Grabbing his sister and giving her the hump of her life. Adding energy and vigor to all of them! Keeping them fertile. And able to keep cumming. Your fire-fox man servant is currently humping the poor kitty girl to an inch of her life! His flaming hot cock seeing her pussy! Causing her to scream as her friends all just giggle and laugh at her misfortune! She's screaming! Twitching as suddenly her womb was flooded with his flaming hot seed! Seeing her insides and making it so that her pussy was ruined! She now is unable to feel pleasure! She's sobbing, looking down as her heard slit. Twitching, panting, having instinctively came once. Your foxy man servant then grabbed another girl and proceeded to do it again! Humping them all one by one while he casually groped the rest! Giving you the thumbs up as he shows these sluts whose boss! Your fire bunny boy meanwhile squeezed your thighs tightly! Ravaging you and groping your breast. Getting to enjoy seeing your nude body, enjoying the sight of your bare breast as he speeds up his humping. Enjoying your searing hot pussy that would destroy a lesser man! Feeling it wrap around his cock as the water boils around the two! Keeping him nice and young himself as he picks up the speed! You can see a few girls walking into the temple, searching and asking around where to go to meet you. You can see at least 4 girls in a group as they are pointed in the direction of your personal dungeon. It's having been half an hour already! Cheering on the orgy through my own ravaging of my handsome bunny man servant, letting him have this way with me! Folding my blue foxy ears back with plenty of submissive moans and twitching and humping back into his crotch, getting myself up to an orgasm while denying him one. He knows full well that hurts for me to morph male sexual energy into female sexual energy, so no cum in my foxy womb! Nyah! Holding onto him tightly with 5 foxfire tails, edging myself closer, and finally having it! Nyah! Shuddering with foxy delight and cumming buckets thanks to his well-trained flame bunny cock, thoroughly enjoying myself and making the bath start to flash steam even harder than it already was. Giving the crowd and the city an extra boost of foxfire magics into my lovely cities hot springs. Finishing with him with not allowing him to cum, dropping him off at the edge of the pool with two tails, making sure to land on his face since it is funny. Waving him off to enjoy some lesser female to cum into and sear her pussy and womb with his hot seed. Taking a few laps around the pool for exercise, butt sticking out of the water ever so slightly, as I watch the orgy and occasionally give out pointers and tips. Your bunny servant gets thrown into the air, cumming as he falls flat on his face on the ground, being used to it as he shoots load after load of cum on the floor next to a young kitty girl. He jumps up, grabs her face and sticks his hot cock in his mouth, burning her tongue and burning her face as he casually humps it. Holding onto her head before cumming in her mouth. Blisters in her neck clearly visible as he burns off her tongue and vocal cords and prevents her from ever speaking words ever again. You pass through the crowd, giving pointers to a few boys in their late teens to be rougher and more aggressive with their sluts. Telling them that a spank to the rear and pull off their tail is the proper way of complimenting. One boy getting lewd enough to pull the girl underwater and hold her head, not letting her go until he came. Boys swapped their girlfriends and relatives around. Breast were groped, the lewd sound of spanking could be heard. The sound of moans echo'd the hall as you can hear every slut in the room getting impregnated in these pools. From the older Milf's to the fresh adults. Because the energy is so charged and fresh, you can see several girls getting a nice little pregnant bump. The kings wives and their daughters panting in exhaustion as they had several boys cum covering them, all of them with nice little pregnant bumps from either the king, your foxy man-servant, one of the princes, or one of the girls boyfriends. Though who got who pregnant is now a bit of a mystery. You finally decide its high time to check out your torture chamber. Inside you see 5 girls, all standing in a row awaiting you. 2 Bunnies, 2 kitties, and 1 puppy. No foxes as they tend to be rare and self-important. The first bunny obviously ditched work just to be here, still in her traditional leotard. She had deliciously small boobies that she seemed a bit antsy about. Her arms folded as she huffed. She seemed to have her cheeks puffed, embarrassed to be here, but not going to let an opportunity like this slip. She looked to the side, blushing heavily at all the other girls, seemingly undressing them with her eyes before turning the other way. Tsundere Bunny(next girl was another bunny. Decked out in adventuring gear, magic mini-skirt and thigh highs. Several magic weapons, and airings and piercings seem to adorn her. Her breast seem nice and sharply, perky. She had long blue hair, and a fierce and confident look in her eyes. She seemed to be confident of her upcoming victory against these other bitches! Tall with sharply legs, she gave a confident smirk at you. Bunny Adventurer(the cats, it seems like one of the Kings Daughters slipped away! Wearing traditional white clothes with jewelry covering her body. She was one of the lucky virgins not to have been picked to be a sacrifice like her sisters! She looked around, a little air headed as she soon saw you and jumped to attention. A blank look in her eyes that screamed pampered. She most likely was served her whole life. She pushed her ample chest forward, hoping that you would be kinder to her then you were her sisters! Kitty Princess(next kitty was wearing a short Kimono, that showed off her panties and thigh highs rather well, along with some cleavage to her large rack. She had long brown hair, a calm look on her face as well as a Katina to her side. Clearly a Ninja as she stands, her hand on the handle just in case one of these other bitches gets the wrong idea. Also clearly thinking about cutting the clothes off another girl. Ninja Kitty(the final girl was a puppy. A blonde haired puppy with a nice glowing sword who seems to clearly be the daughter of some military general. Wearing formal and high cut robes that showed off nearly all her legs, she was clearly at some fancy occasion when she heard the all. Standing all cute and fierce! Staring at you with awe, and then staring at the other girls with disgust! Puppy Warrior(all stood excited once you entered the room. All of them very aware of the torture devices behind them, ready to sacrifice each other and claw to the top in order to be your new plaything! Helping along with the orgies with tips and tricks and the occasional tail whippings, glad to see that everyone is having fun! Bathing in my enchanted hot springs water will definitely make girls horny and fertile as fuck, which is the entire point after all, as I leave them to it and escort my two fire priests into my inner sanctum. Where only those that get specifically invited can come inside. Which is where I find my five new recruits/sacrifices/tasty treats, smiling all foxy at them as I stand there, foxfire tails blazing like crazy after getting a fresh orgasm out of my bunny priest. The five of them finding it hard to stand in front of me like this, starting to sweat it up and feeling their clothes getting hot. Meanwhile, the rest of the room is filled with the most expensive and pristine and amazing sex toys, bondage gear, shackles, stocks, suspension devices, gags, pulleys, and paddles that any properly spoiled Firefox would find decent but to any other slut, would drool over to own. But that is not all, as I let out a foxy giggle at the five of them before moving onto my speech,"Ah good, my new recruits! Only one of you gets to be blessed with the high honor of being my personal new servant, and be given a small portion of my powers. The one of you that succeeds will be elevated into true nobility, having a flame tail and the constant searing holiness and lust that I feel every day. All so that you are flame immune enough to comb my tails and give me massages." Cleanly laying out my intentions that all I seek is a handmaiden that is feisty and flameproof enough to do a proper job of it." The rest of you will meet a fate that is even worse than those that I nibble on and drain of their sexuality. For I enjoy the finer things in life, and what good is having furniture and chairs that keep exploding thanks to my foxfire? I've found an excellent solution to that problem..." Escorting them deeper into my inner sanctum and to where I relax and enjoy myself when not in my pool. A lavish living space with another sex dungeon, a hot springs pool, balcony overlooking my city, small kitchen and bar, and a sitting area surrounded by an insanely large crying orb that I use to spy on people in the city and pick up soap operas. The difference from a typical suite like this, is all the furniture is bandaged up kemonomimi girls! The five girls getting to see the horror in their eyes as they squirm meekly in their metal or rope bindings, forced into embarrassing or stressful positions, and latched into place under table tops of chair backings, with a few girls hanging from the ceiling to make chandeliers. All or most of them have some variety of nipple bells and clit bells and lewd tattoos of orgies on their bodies or other sexual imagery. Taking a casual inspection of my collection of furniture, occasionally tail whipping one of them, making her groan into her dildo gag, before finishing." Ah yes, looks like I need two more side tables, a chair, and a wine rack. Each of these girls are enchanted with my lovely foxy magics so that they only need a once a month feeding of my sexual energies, which means tail humping them until they cum, as this prevents them from exploding from my foxfire. They'll be my furniture for possibly decades, until I get bored with them and donate them to charity..." Letting the five recruits see this and sink in of what they volunteered for, as I escort them all back to the training center/sex dungeon." Okay ladies! In order to be properly blessed by my foxfire, you'll need to lose everything about yourself. To be utterly degraded, humiliated, and broken in. That way I can tell whom among you are feisty enough to not be made into furniture. Having a boring handmaiden is very boring, which is why I gave my last one to the kitty King to enjoy. So here is hoping that one of you meets my minimum requirements! Nyah!" Finishing up my pep talk by telling them that the first test is to strip nude and fight! Eager to see who has the fighting spirit inside of them, telling them to not hold back, as I have two priests here anyway that can heal any wounds later. The 5 of them seemed pretty pumped and ready for whatever you had in store. Having seen your rituals for the last several years they felt they knew what you were all about. Following you to your private layer to see the lewd things you had in store. Getting hot as they started to sweat around your presence. The Kitty Ninja girl casually dropping her Kimono as you spoke, her large chests bouncing out, covered in sweat. The Bunny Girl in the Leotard started to realize that her top was slipping down off her body, showcasing her nipples! The rest of them wiped their brow, and they all followed as you decided to show them your back room. Giggling and getting excited for what was in store, only to see with horrid realization what you did with losing girls. Looking at the room with their very own eyes and walking around it. The small chested bunny girl was the most visibly horrified. Her eyes practically shrinking as she walked, touching one of your bunny sofa-girls, the sofa moaning slightly as she backed into a kitty girl whose arms were chained in a T formation, holding various important ceremonial robes and sashes. The Adventuring Bunny walked around the room, poking at one of the chandeliers nipple bells, pulling on it and listening to the girls' reaction. Smirking as she gave her a spank and noted that she could feel and hear everything. Worried, but not too horrified. The Kitty Princess tried to keep her composure, her tail up high as she walked around the room, however a clear look in her eyes showed pure an utter fear! Looking at a girl who was on all fours, chained down, footmarks on her back as it was obvious she was a foot rest. The Ninja kitty poked at a puppy girl that was a living statue. Standing on one foot and holding a sword dramatically in a posed way, unable to move at all, only there to look fancy. She flowed a little, but wasn't hugely phased. Looking at her rivals and palming her sword. The Puppy Warrior girl on the other hand, gritted her teeth. Arms folded as she walked down the girls who were basically mannequins for your various naughty robes. Forced to stand wearing bondage outfits with labels underneath them. She growled, horrified by this and wanting no part. But she started to realized she was trapped, and had to play though. They all followed you back to the main room. All now looking at each other. Some determined not to lose. Some horrified and demoralized. As soon as you gave the word, actions were sprung. The fire fox boy snapping his finger as vigils start lighting up, ensuring that no attacks are lethal. The Bunny girl started by blushing, fidgeting back and forth and looking around, peeling off her outfit, slippery with sweat. Jumping out of her leotard stark naked, glistening as she ducked under several shrikes being thrown at her. Her body was lean and agile, her small breast giving her a slight advantage in speed. Her perky little nipples showcased as she reached down and grabbed a small knife she had strapped to her thigh, just in case things got bad at her club. Furthermore, her cute little ass a pleasure to see as she blushed, being the clear underdog in this fight, shivering and tearing up as she's scared for her life! The Bunny Adventurer, looked around her, standing next to the two Kitty girls. Throwing a fireball at her own feat which engulfed her clothes, stripping her nude, but keeping her safe because of her various enchantments. Her large boobies bouncing free, she's having a nice rack, plump ass, thick thighs, and a face that has seen constant battle against foes 5x larger than anyone here. The Kitty Ninja girl slips out of her panties, spinning and avoiding the entirety of the flame blast! Holding her Katina to her side. Her breast swinging around in clear view, she's having a cute hairless slit and wide hips. Her face in fierce kill mode as she is used too! Pulling Shrikes out of her socks, ripping them while she pulled them and threw them at the flat chested bunny only to miss with all three! Much to her disappointment and embarrassment! The Kitty Princess got hit pretty hard with the fire blast! Flying and slamming against the wall, only wearing her jewelry now. Her dark skin on display, showing her black nipples and her tight pussy. Her tail raising as she started to stand, giving a cute smile that complimented her naked body quite well while throwing chain lightning at the group! The Puppy Warrior stood behind her though. Having stripped out of her royal looking short dress, her breast drooping cutely as she held her sword to her side, giving a twirl that showed off her butt, building momentum with her blade and stabbing the kitty 3 times in back and then kicking her on her face, stomping on her skull in a manner that was meant to obviously kill her if the magic wasn't there. The Princess Kitties Chain Lighting however attacked the other three! The Thunder Bunny doing a flip, and avoiding most of the damage. The Ninja Kitty was able to dodge it entirely and not get hurt whatsoever, doing an impressive turn and wall kick into the air! The Adventurer Bunny however, missed her footing and got hit square with the full force of the lighting! The Ninja Kitty then landed behind her, using her Katina did several sneak attacks and the go for the neck! Again, would have killed her if the magic didn't keep her alive! Knocking her out. She then threw some more Shrikes at the Thunder Bunny who simply did more flips and avoided them!! The Warrior Puppy charged at the Ninja Kitty, the two of them clashing! Swords meeting as they had an impressive sword fight! The swords clanging against one another! Blades meeting, they're dodging all others hits while only able to nick each other here and there. Both of them fighting with all they had! Full concentration while they ignored the other Bunny who was nearby. The Puppy charging forward, pushing the Ninja Kitty slightly off balance! Stabbing her in the chest! The Ninja gasping and stabbing the Puppy back! The Ninja falling unconscious, while the puppy panted, injured from the fight. The Thunder Bunny then jumped out of nowhere and smacked her with a bag of rocks! Knocking her out and standing victories! The small chested bunny blushing and jumping up and down excited! Watching the five of them get into it like they were crazed animals, smirking to myself all the same as I take a nearby seat, which promptly catches on fire. Honestly thinking that the puppy girl warrior was going to win this round of fun action, until the adorable bunny clears the round with a Bork onto her skull! Laughing hard at that as she stands victorious over her slain foes! Letting my priests get back to work and be useful for a change, healing up all the stab wounds and concussions, the defeated sluts getting back into line and blushing and embarrassed over having lost the first round. Letting them settle down before explaining round two!" Good job sluts, and an extra special good job for you bunny! The next round will test your endurance and ability to be a total slut. Which means cowgirl style on top of my two priests here! Each of you will try your hardest to hump both of them until they cum inside of you, at which point they'll give me their honest opinion over which one of you is the better lover. Bunny, since you won the first round, you get to go first and pick which one of my priests you want to get on top of first! Nyah!" Directing them towards my priests, whom properly get down on the floor and point their dicks upwards, eager to see which one the bunny will pick to hump first. The loser will get one of the other girls to hump as to speed up the process. After the priests do their job's groping and molesting the unconscious sluts. Healing them up with a lot more licking and sucking then needs to be, the 5 of them line up once again, standing around as the small chested bunny seemed a bit full of herself! Having won by hiding the whole time, she started to feel like she could possibly win this! Giggling to herself and bouncing back and forth in place! Enjoying herself! The next task however, seemed much easier! At least to those who weren't save. The small chested bunny girl giggled and looked between the two, worried about the fox boys cock, she hopped on top of the Bunny boys much more normal cock! Dropping her wet sex onto the shaft and suddenly screaming at the heat! Arching her back and clinging her legs around his thighs, feeling the heat of his dick burning the walls of her funny. The adorable small chested bunny girl's lip started to curl, gritting her teeth as her eyes watered. She put both of her hands on his muscular chest, moving her body up and down as her butt squished against her crotch. You got a clear view of her small chest with her cute pink nipples exposed. Trying her best not to scream as she does so. Feeling the walls of her pussy gripping his cock, her tight wet walls burning, feeling like their on fire as she tried her best to focus on his pleasure. Moving up and down asthmatically, her eyes closed the bunny's cock twitched and throbbed between her legs. This went on for a good 15 minutes. She's lifting her butt and dropping it, loud lewd clapping sounds could be heard with each hop. She seemed like she knew what she was doing, having worked at a bar where sex was everywhere. Expertly moving her body until finally, the bunny came in her womb! Causing her to scream even more! Burning her insides as she panted. Shaking from it all. Pulling up as his hot cum drips from her slit, filling her up as she collapses. Twitching. Her tongue out with her eyes rolled back." Eh. 7/10." The bunny boy said, sort of impressed. The horny fox boy looked at the girls present. Pointing at the puppy girl, who looked at him with a stone-cold face. She moved towards him, let him grope her ass a little before dropping on his cock. As opposed to the loud bunny she gave little in her expression. Feeling the barbs scrape her insides and the knot fit into place. Her pussy designed to be able to take such a cock she started to hop. Her breast bouncing cutely as she felt his cock heat up! Seeing her pussy as tears rolled down her eyes. Gagging a little as her dignified face started to twist into pure discomfort. Gagging a little, legs shaking before panting. Her body sweating up a storm as she used her strong legs to move faster than the dumb bunny! Holding his chest while leaning forward, her boobies hanging down. She's having the cutest fattest nipples as she rolled her hips, grinding against him as she yelled OTU! Moaning and gagging! Weakly moving her hips as she suddenly couldn't bare it anymore. 10 minutes in, and she already wanted to give in. Hating the hot cock inside as she slowed down. Feeling like she couldn't even bare it anymore as she started going limp. Causing the fox to grab her and hump upwards! Pulling her off and dropping her on the ground. She's twitching, her pussy ruined as she shot a load on her, burning her skin." The slut failed Mistress". The rest of them all looked horrified and worried. Looking at the Bunny girl who went limp and the pathetic weak puppy girl who couldn't even take some fox dick who passed out! Still enjoying myself in the chair while those two sluts get to work trying to impress me. Tails lazily moving back and forth as the slutty bunny tries her hardest with the "easier" choice, smirking at her as she humps up and down and screams all cute. Letting her get into it before getting her helper priest get his seed into her womb. Burning her from the inside and passing out, and only earning a modestly impressive 7 out of 10. Giving her a golf clap and poking her with a foot." Good job slut! You'll still need to hump the foxy, but you can recover a bit before that." Letting her rest while watching the puppy try and fail to get off the foxy, watching her large boobies bouncing up and down. Making me jelly and growling a bit at her for having those huge melons, glad to see her fail and pass out on the floor." Good! That is what she gets for trying to be sexy!" Huffing out at her while lazily flicking my tails at the other three to get to work and show off for their sexy and benevolent Mistress. While the poor puppy girl was on her face, twitching and drooling with her mind completely broken, her pussy completely destroyed beyond repair, all the other girls started to feel a bit worried. Staring at each other, looking at each other as enemies, but they all knew that they had to out do each other. Next up to bat was the Kitty Princess girl. Quivering her lip while walking up to the horny fox boy that the puppy failed at. Luckily for her, she is used to barbed cocks. She stood nervously, her beautiful dark skinned body in full display. Her naked virgin body looking beautiful in the light that fully showed off her lovely body, her brown nipples erect as she looked at the fox boy, blushing at him as she slowly moved her body down, caressing her body as she rubs her thighs against him. Dropping on him and feeling his barbed cock push into her tight funny! She doesn't seem to mind it being a kitty! But the knot is where she starts wincing. Feeling it lock into her, gagging but continues to go through with it! Feeling her pussy spread wide by the knot! However, she's a princess dammit! And does her best to pleasure the boy! Leaning forward, giving him the lewdest look she could muster. Despite being a virgin she has read many erotic books and was taught how to please a boy. She also has a royal pussy that other bitches can't compete with! Warm! Wrapping around his cock perfectly as she rides it hard! The hot dick really started to burn after a while! She's wincing but keeping her composure the whole time! Twitching but keeping it up! Feeling blisters start to form as she screamed! Only motivating her to go faster! Rocking her hips and getting that dick in the ride places! Powering through the pain as she finally felt the sweet release of cum! However, the cum was burning hot, and she lifted her self before it went too far in! Panting and sitting on top of him, feeling her pussy twitch. The Fox boy smirked. Groping her breast some. "Hmm. Pretty decent for a kitty bitch. Composed and asthmatic. 8/10"The magical bunny adventurer was next up to bat! Looking at the bunny boys, standing naked, her pale voluptuous body had at least a few scars and scratches from her adventuring. She also had muscle definition, strong legs, a nice butt, and the slightest bit of abs. She looked down at the dick and dropped on it. Giving the bunny boy a bitchy look as she felt his throbbing dick burn inside her right away! It appears she's not as phased at the others were. Having cast a spell on herself to keep it from burning as much. Smirking as she then rode him to the best of her ability! Her breast, while not as large as the twitching puppy bitch, still had a decent size to them! She rode the dick with minimal blistering! She's using the most of her ability and wasting no time. Her hips moving up and down much faster than anyone else. Smirking a little as she had this bitchy confidence to her! The bunny boy however, decided that this was on fair! He gave her a quick spank to the ass which removed her fire immunity! He also did one better, actually intoning his own internal magic and turning up the heat just to make up for it! His cock going from a low flame to flaming hot! Not as hot as Lady Kiki's pussy, but still enough to nearly fry the slutty bunnies pussy. He grabbed her legs and prevented her from escaping. Watching as she screamed and tried to make the most of it! Her eyes watering and continuing to pick up the speed! Dropping and feeling herself nearly break from it all! Screaming more and more as she couldn't bare it! Twitching and finally the Bunny boy came inside her! Not letting her go, until every drop of cum was in her womb! Possibly impregnating her! She dropped on her face, twitching and wanting it to be over! The Bunny Boy smirked. "Well. I give that about. 6/10. Good but she tried to cheat!" Up next was the Ninja Kitty! Jumping on top of the Foxy Pervert herself. Giggling as she planted him a long kiss, focusing on foreplay while she rubbed her slit against his shaft. Rubbing her plump thighs against his abdomen while she licked his neck. Winking as she lifted her butt. And slowly dropped her wet pussy around his cock. The long haired kitty assassin wincing! Arching her back, showing off her own chest, which bounced nicely with each roll of her hips. Jiggling and moving while she rode his dick! The barbs pressing into her pussy, again as a kitty, didn't seem to bother her, and she didn't even seem to bothered by the knot! In fact... as the flame heard her pussy! She moaned! She was a pain slut through and through! Furthermore, she gasped as she shouted for him to even bring up the heat!?! Going faster as he did so! Letting out a lewd moan as she had her pussy fried! Seeing it and she started to cum on his cock before he did!! Such unprofessionalism! But the fox boy seemed to enjoy it! Thrusting his hips and finally letting out his strong load into her womb." Ah. I WOULD give a 9/10. But. She came too early, and I'm going to have to deduct points. 6/10"He said, spanking her off. The small chested bunny was up next! Looking at the perverted fox boys throbbing dick, having his cum dripping on top of it, as well as the cum of the last bitch, she moved downwards and started to lick it off! Deciding to start with some oral! It's burning her tongue! Her eyes widening as she suddenly felt her mouth start to go on fire! Swallowing it! Suddenly the naughty bunny found her vocal cords being fried! She tried to make noises with her mouth but couldn't! She was now mute!! She pouted and decided to go on with it! Blushing heavily as she lifted her butt once again! Dropping and starting to ride the horny Fox boys cock! The barbs and knot making the bunny want to scream! But nothing came out! Her face simply twisted into a horrified expression! Her eyes rolling back into her skull as her tongue rolled out of her mouth! Furthermore, her small boobies pointing upwards! Growling as she started to pick things up! Hopping on the dick! Her eyes watering, and looking at the puppy and the other bunny! Seeing that they both didn't take it well! She however, was not going to be furniture! Going faster with her bouncing! Panting hard! Wrapping her legs around his waist and using her agile body to really get into it! However! Much to her horror! He already blew all of his easy loads on the kitties who could withstand it! So she had to endure his knot! His barbs! And his flaming hot dick for a solid 20 minutes! Her face twisting the whole time! However, at the 10-minute mark... Her face started to twist into a more pleasurable one. She started to enjoy it! Her bouncing starting to get better! Her pussy wrapping around his dick and getting into a nice rhythm! Because she was short, it smacked into her cervix several times! However, at the 18-minute mark. He finally came! Pouring cum into her womb as she lifted her body! Twitching, still panting as she was exhausted. Wanting to scream but she couldn't!" Mmm~ You know. She was good. 8/10"The Kitty Princess now looked at the smaller bunny boy, who was at least a few years younger than him. She seemed to feel weird about fucking this teenager, but she moved down, rubbing her slit against his cock. Still blistered from the last fuck. Before finally dropping! His bunny dick moving through her body! It's feeling weird to her to fuck someone without barbs but, the smooth texture of his dick felt sort of nice! She rode his dick for a while! Enjoying the riding! She's moving down and caressing his chest while she arched her back some! His seeing dick burning her more, but she seemed more used to it this time around! Bouncing on it for 20 whole minutes. Keeping her composure for as long as she can until finally she screamed towards the end! Falling down as his cock pulsed in her pussy, making the last few bounces before finally he came in her womb! She panted, glad it was finally over! The bunny boy spanked her. "Hmm. 6/10. I didn't enjoy it personally that much"The Adventurer Bunny couldn't bare to make it up! So she was out! So, up next was the Kitty Ninja! Hopping on the Bunny Boys cock! Letting the heat burn her pussy right from the get-go! Screaming in joy as she rode it for the full 25 minutes that it took for him to get an orgasm! Her face twisted and lewd! Loving every second of her getting burned! Using her amazing reflexes and rhythm to really get things going! Moaning loudly as she let his dick pound her cervix! Kissing him over and over again! Making him actually gasp in pleasure before finally cumming inside her! She's holding down on him and letting the cum pour through her womb! She's having came at least 5 times! The bunny panted. "Hah... That was great... but she came a lot! She's super naughty! I don't know if to give her 8/10 or 5/10." Enjoying my seat while watching the potential sluts get to work proving just how slutty they can be. Judging their techniques and willingness to burn their pussies and wombs, and how energetic they are with humping the priests. Seeing that the ninja kitty was far more into it, even though she was cumming without permission. Which is a plus in my book since a too composed fuck pet is boring to play with. Smirking at all of them as the puppy warrior and bunny adventurer were out for the count, reducing the field to just three contestants. Letting them finish with their second round before making my ruling." Excellent work girls, as clearly the ninja kitty stepped up and was the most naughty!" Giving her a golf clap for her efforts and searing her pussy from taking two fire enhanced cocked like a champ. Their pussies are badly burned with a severe form of sunburn of all of that rubbing, as it is pure torment for them from how much their groins sting and with the searing cum in their wombs burning them from the insides. Their reward for passing this test is to help me out with punishing the two sluts that failed! Since I am a Firefox of my word, and it is time to get them motivated by making the losers into living furniture. Since the ninja kitty won the last round, she gets to decide what the losers get turned into, along with one curse added to their bodies to make their new jobs all the more interesting! Nyah! Letting her get to work while the two remaining girls help her out and so on. The ninja kitties tail stirred back and forth as she grinned evil."oh! I know! It reminds me what happened to a pair of twins that were getting high on catnip and skipping class!" She said! Looking at the two naughty failures. The puppy warrior and the bunny adventurer! Both failures in their own right! Looking at the two and smirking. "Oh! Okay! So here's what you should do! Use those ribbons and put them together! Make one big comfy chair using both of them! Then give them a curse that makes them hyper sensitive to any and all physical contact! And since they'd always be touching each other! They'd constantly go crazy!" The puppy started to get up, as did the bunny. The two started to look at each other in horror. The puppy warrior chimed in. "W-wait! My father will be super pissed off at you if you do this!" She tried, knowing it would do nothing! The bunny adventurer growled, pulling a sword out of a tattoo on her body." I won't allow you, you foxy bitch!" Still sitting there in my lovely chair, all nine foxtails dancing about, as I watch the two losers decide to be unprofessional in front of their Mistress. Clearly the morals of this city have been going down over the past few years, as in the past girls would be lining up to be part of my furniture collection! Nyah! Glowering at the two of them especially the bunny as she draws a sword on me!?" Who are you calling a foxy bitch? Here I am, just trying to have some fun, and you ruin it by being totally unreasonable!" All the while I am talking three tails clump together and point towards a spot above my head and to the right. The three of them forming a superheated ball of magical fire. Soon followed by launching it point-blank at the bunny adventurer as a maximized fireball. The resulting explosion fills the room, shaking the entire temple for 60 points of foxfire damage and nonlethal for added measure.

Resort town of Xynnar_ The Shrine of the Firefox (Nicci and Who)|rating:3.0

IC_ The Continet of Habrin

The chill was sucking her dry. She couldn't help shivering as walking close to her snowy mare the rain of early spring battered upon her drenched skin. She pushed back her hood to reveal her long chestnut hair glinting of copper veins to look about her. Her deep brown eyes mirrored her mare's as all she could see was gray sheets of rain. Coming to the Northern wetlands had been the only hope of survival after her godmother Tell had died. She was on her way to see a great King who could help her and a land she could call home. The desert lands were becoming to busy. Ni'IRA, as she had been named by the King of the desert lands, found a large willow tree on the edge of her vision and pulled the mare by its reins to stand under the tree's shelter. She tried to remember the directions to the city with all her might, but exhaustion was gaining on her. That was when she heard it. The pounding of an anvil in the distance to the northwesterly direction. It could be. Niya, her nickname, mounted the mare and whispered to the animal in her native language. The mare immediately headed towards the sound. And before they knew it they were at the gates of the very city she needed to find. The gates man dragged himself once more from the gate station building to search her traveling papers which had cost her the last money she had. He beckoned her to move on." Sir, do you know of anyone needing a gardener?"" You must be in luck. The last Castle gardener, a cousin of the Prince's tried to kill the king this morning and was hanged. I'm sure you will see the cousin as you pass him in the courtyard to the castle. Ask for Marion to housekeep at the doors."" Thank you sir," Nina moved on following the directions until she came to the castle gate's then its doors. She pulled the bell and awaited her fate. The doors opened almost instantly to reveal a thin man in very fine clothing imprinted with the symbol of the Lion King, "Yes...what do you want," he asked looking none to please at her attire." I have traveled a long time to come to Sea'AAU and was informed at the city gates that the Lion King is looking for a new gardener."" He is," said the man. "I am Herd, the doorman. Please come in. I will show you to the King's council. Then we will see if Marion is available."" Yes the guardsman said to request Marion."" She will be in the kitchens at this time overseeing lunch. Now follow me." The castle was a grand structure outside but inside it seemed more like a home. Warm wood, marble floors, long wooly rugs, and beautiful tapestries lining the stone walls. They reached the council room within a minute for it was on the first floor. Herd left to go fetch Marion, to housekeep. As she waited she noticed the doors to the council room opened slightly with a maid exiting and at the site of Nina quickly left without closing the door properly. Nina put her hood back up and when curiosity got to Nina, and she looked through the crack to the interior of the room. *bump* Dakar EnexJakar crouched over the old body, the blood leaking from his chest staining the young wizards white robes. Dakar let out a scream of rage and threw his hands into the air. Suddenly members of the Brethren were everywhere, appearing out of the shadows their masked faces smiling. Dakar's hands exploded in fire, streams of flames consumed the first of the brethren in line, then the second. Dakar's lightning burned a whole right through one closing at his right, and they just laughed all the harder. Jakar woke in a sweat. The same dream again, and again he pulled out the bottle that was kept under his bed. The sweet brown liquid burned all the way down, then again with another mouthful. Dakar sat up then slid himself back against the wall. His breath slowly caught up to him as he shook the dream from his head, a droplet of sweat falling onto his resting palm. He closed his hand around it then whipped it clean on the warm blanket that had just been forming a warm pocket of air around him. He couldn't stand the heat at the moment. The window slid open, and the air cooled by the rain blasted the heat away from his sun darkened skin. He took a deep breath, pulling in the scent of rain and the flowers in the garden beneath his window. As he stared he remembered the snap of the Gardeners neck as he jerked to a stop at the extent of the executioners rope. He swallowed away the memory in another swig from the green bottle. He pushed the cork back in and tossed the green glass to the warm bed. Pulling on a plain looking shirt and some black pants he headed downstairs for a walk. What he found when he reached the stairs was something he would not have expected. He felt her presence from around the corner, but shook off the feeling, knowing it was impossible yet when he turned the corner the feeling came stronger, and he saw its owner. A woman stood in a drenched traveling cloak in front of the council chambers. He felt the gift coming from her, it seemed shaded somehow or concealed. "She must be hiding her identity," he thought to himself as he walked by shaking his head. And as he passed by he felt the power a little stronger." Strange... very unusual." Dakar said to himself." What?" she asked, he turned back and when he met her eyes he took a sharp breath. She was utterly beautiful." Sorry, I was speaking to myself." As she turned to look at where footsteps came from, she watched as a tall male with black hair and piercing greens turned the corner. But that wasn't what shocked her. She must have gotten so used to feeling Tell's power for his power, though new, hadn't unsettled her. Now it did as she looked into his eyes. He was a Nevada. She hadn't met any other than her godmother. She could feel that he was troubled by something in the past. Furthermore, she could feel something deep in his soul eating at him." Strange... very unusual." Dakar said to himself." What?" she asked, he turned back and when he met her eyes he took a sharp breath. She was utterly beautiful." Sorry, I was speaking to myself."" I apologize for interrupting your thoughts. May you have a good day, and maybe I will see somewhere...soon." She meant it to be that at some point they would have to tell each other the truth. She turned back to the door and could see the Prince and the King inside before the council. Furthermore, she wondered if they would see her soon and what they were currently discussing. Dakar ENE"I apologize for interrupting your thoughts. May you have a good day, and maybe I will see somewhere...soon."" It is no problem my lady." He assured with a bow and started to walk away. Then thought better of it and said one thing over his shoulder. "Have you seen the library yet? It is quite fascinating especially near the rear of the right wall." he hoped she would get the hint as he walked quickly off in the other direction. When he rounded the other corner he stopped and leaned against the wall for support. He had not felt an aura as powerful as hers in a long while. Not since his master had died at the hands of the brethren and he could do nothing. He did not even kill any like in the dreams he so after had. When he reached the library and entered, heading back to the table he had been using lately he sat in a plush armchair and looked at the collection of books lain out. One was missing." Where are you?" he asked the book as he pushed others aside and didn't find it. He then closed his eyes and felt his magic flow through him. He quickly searched the surrounding racks with his power, nothing." Nothing is ever easy." he said to himself as he rose off of his chair and pulled out his pipe, placed some leaves in it and touched his finger to the dry sweet smelling plants, they ignited immediately." Why is she hiding her power?" he asked himself silently, walking toward the stack of books and taking a long draw on his pipe. One book caught his eye, a large leather-bound, with no writing on its binding, it was not dusty like the others, someone had been handling this one recently. He pulled it off the shelf with a grunt and sat back down taking another draw. He let the smoke drift out as he studied the rune on the cover, the silver of it in sharp contrast with the red leather around it. Furthermore, he opened the cover and started leafing through the pages. Nina watched as the Nevada walked away from her to go the Library and had said, "Have you seen the library yet? It is quite fascinating especially near the rear of the right wall." She almost followed him to the Library right then and there, but she had to speak to the King and very soon. She looked back towards the door which was still cracked open. Furthermore, she could see the council table was filled with every King on the Continent and the Lion King and his Prince son were at the head and the Council was in uproar over the Necromancer King. Nina sighed remembering the day that the Nevada had been banished. Her Uncle had come to visit, which was rare. He had a false smile on and wreaked of evil, but he always did my father had insured me, but that was before he had killed her parents the King and Queen of the Nevada. The Necromancer was her uncle and Nina needed to get involved and get close to the castle to help protect in any way. But there would be help, she looked back towards the corner he had turned around and then into the Council room directly at the Prince. She looked to the King and knew his secret. He would not last long through the fight and would need to be protected the most. She tried to hear what the bringing was about and could hear it very quietly. Dakar EnexJakar leaned back in the plush brown chair in a quiet edge of the library and took another draw from his pipe. He was about halfway through the book when he found an interesting passage. It was instructions for a spell, and as he looked down the list he noticed that it needed a rare, and almost priceless material component. Sorcerers Sand. The crystallized dust that came from the bones of a powerful Nevada when they gave their lives to protect others. Dakar had heard of no collections of Sorcerers Sand larger than an ounce, having existed in the past thousand years. It's opposite, Black Sorcerers Sand came when a Nevada gave their lives to kill others. If they came in contact they would immediately destroy the spell that the sand was assisting. Even one grain of the black could violate pounds of the white sand. And the other way around. Long ago the talent of giving the Life Fire was forgotten and once used Sorcerers Sand was useless, that is why there was so little. Dakar had only ever heard of one person who had more than a few grains, The Necromancer King. As he read through the spell he realized that it was far beyond his abilities, and he could barely understand it. Something to do with calling demons. He closed the book with a snap and turned back to the problem at hand, he had just run across a Nevada, and one with a powerful aura. He guessed her natural ability far outstretched his, but she also seemed somehow weak. Like she had been hiding her ability for a long time and probably hadn't used it in just as long. Dakar sucked on his pipe, then realizing that it was out, for lack of interest, he simply replaced it in his pocket. His gray eyes closed slowly as he sent himself outward, sending for the woman. She seemed to be headed his way. Also, her aura was not shrouded as much as it had been, almost as if she was feeling more comfortable about her power, or maybe more confident now that she knew she wasn't the only one with the gift. Weldon had wanted to just get up and destroy everyone in the room. This was pointless. All arguing and talk. Everyone in this room was talking, and none of them had the guts to back it up on the battlefield. This was how things worked in his kingdom. The old and noble thought up different ways for the young and poor to fight ridiculous fights. Only, this fight wasn't so ridiculous. But, people didn't know anything about this foe. Certainly not enough to pick up and make an entire war on it. Or, maybe people were too afraid. It didn't matter. They talked... they all talked, and Weldon just sat there, sighing, trying his hardest not to just behead them all. As The Lion Kinking Year looked to his son and sighed feeling the same as what flitted across Prince Weldon's face." Enough," the king roared. "If you will not listen to reason then what will you listen to? The Necromancer King is coming, and my scouts believe that he will be invading the Continent within the week. We must gather together to protect and even be aggressive against this foe. He will not stop, and unfortunately we know little of him for we have been without the power of magic on the Continent for almost fifteen years. No one remembers the Nevada like I do. They are still locked away because of the turn of the Necromancer King from good Nevada to evil Necromancer. What would you like to do?" Everyone was very still and very silent. The King waited for an answer and when he was about to say something he noticed someone at the door watching."Whoever is at the door...come in and shut it for you seem more interested in our conversation than anything else." Nataliya froze at the door as the commanding voice of the king identified her. She was glad that the hood of her cloak was up, and she took a deep breath. She entered the room and closed the door and came to stand close to the king and curtsied." Your name," he said." Ni'IRA, my lord. I am from the desert lands and have come to relocate."" Then what do you here?"" I know the Necromancer King." The King seemed stunned, "You know him?"" Yes... I saw him kill my parents. He was living with us some fifteen years ago when I was very young. He would talk to me and act as if I was his niece. Furthermore, he had niece but they is dead."" Maybe you can help us?"" Anything to help you my lord. One thing I do know is where the Nevada are and how to release them. With them, you could surely win the fight."" Nothing will be won without the Queen of the Nevada. The daughter of the lost King and Queen. They are confirmed dead. And we need her most. Do you know of her?"" The Queen of the Nevada was his niece. They were all related."" Then what do we do?"" We try to find her anyway," said one of the Council members. "He would have taken us over already if he knew the child was dead. Maybe we can replace her. Make it known she is back alive and has freed her people."" Like a dummy Queen?"" Yes," said the council member. Niya watched as the wheels of acceptance swirled around the council. Weldon wasn't sure if he understood all of what was happening. It seemed exciting, even groundbreaking, but it was still stupid little popular movements of politics. What was there to do? Good lord, even the Necromancer King's return sounded like a tax reform plan in here. He volunteered for anything they were about to do, making it known that he was ready to do something, although he doubted it would happen. He was the son of the king, and he never got to do any of that adventuring stuff. This was sounding like an adventure, if you could get around all the democratic bull pulp. As India, General of Enema grim looking man rocked in the saddle of his war horse, longing for sleep but denying it to himself. He scratched his unkept beard and pulled his wolf skin mantle closer around him. He had just come into view of the castle, his eyes opening wider on his soaked face." Hurry now, we are almost there," he called to the score of men behind him. He kicked his horse, and it began to trot and continued doing so until they reached the gate." State your purpose." the guard called up to him, moving the halberd off of his shoulder and pointing it defensively at the man in war attire." We seek council with your King and a guest of yours, by the name of Dakar. I heard he was staying here."" Very well, but you will have to leave your weapons before you take audience with the King." the guard ordered knocking twice on the door, which at once slid open. "What is your name?"" I am General India of ENE."" Very well India, do you wish to be announced?"" No, I will do it myself." he responded and kicked his horse again. As soon as he was out of site of the guards, he reached inside of his clock and pulled a small medallion which he rubbed and placed back into his cloak, out of site. Again as JakarJakar stood up so quickly that the chair he was sitting on was knocked down. He grabbed one of the strings around his neck and pulled out a medallion identical to the one rubbed just moments before, it was now producing heat and glowing slightly with a blue hue. He shook his head at the implications and took off at a sprint for his room. Furthermore, he sprinted out of the library, past the excited sounding audience chamber and up the stairs to his room. Furthermore, he flung the door open and then slammed it behind him, immediately grabbing his freshly cleaned wizards robe, which he threw over his shoulders, followed by his belt, onto which he strapped his six bladed mace. Furthermore, he then covered it all with his green traveling cloak. When he sprinted back down the stone staircase, he headed strait for the main doors and flung them open before the guards inside could question his haste. Just as he flung the doors open, twenty-one horses rode right up to the doors, and only one dismounted." Stay here, and if you hear anything suspicious, come in swords drawn." said the grim man, before turning to Dakar with a large smile, which Dakar returned then beckoned him out of the rain." What news?" Dakar asked as the two walked into the entrance chamber." Well, in the last three weeks a dozen towns have been razed, and every inhabitant slain. We could do nothing for them, it was him." India reported in a quiet voice." I understand. So you have come to see the Lion King?"" Yes, we need to get the word out."" Indeed. Now, it is a three-week journey, at the fastest. How do you know anything has happened?"" Falcons," he replied without hesitation." Right, so are they advancing with an army or just doing the hit-and-run like usual."" Same as usual. An overwhelmingly large force, attacking at night. They took the dead, like usual. But what worried me was that the report indicated the last cities gates were melted away. That, to me at least suggests Brethren involvement."" I agree, let's go talk to the King." The two men pushed open the double doors to the audience hall and walked in side by side." Sorry to interrupt your highness, I am General India of ENE."" Of what?"" Enex sir. The country that is on the other side of the Mountains of Earn'it."" Very well," replied the King looking suspicious." My Lord, speaking as the representative of our country, I feel I must warn you. The Necromancer King, from the Caverns of Ex has been making more aggressive movements of late, and we feel it necessary to warn you that we believe a full scale invasion will be coming soon."" We have been suspecting the same thing, but we have no evidence. Why should we believe you?"" Because over the past three weeks nearly twenty thousand Enecians have died at the hands of his armies. I do not bring this warning lightly, but only because we feel that our country alone cannot repel this force and when we fall they will march over the mountains, and we felt it was only fair to give you the warning we never had."" I see." said the King standing and walking down to look India in the eye. "Guards, why have you let a man from another land into my audience hall armed?" the King asked. And when he did, two guards hurried over to take weapons from the two guests." I must ask you to unhand me." India asked quite calmly. And the guard didn't but instead reached for the turned sword siting of his India's hip. The flash of movement was a blur as India twisted the man's arm around behind him, pulling his sword and pressing it into the man's soft neck. The second guard made to bring his sword out and defend his friend, when Dakar spun on him and wiggled his fingers. The man's blade seemed to freeze to its scabbard, and try as he might the guard could not move his arm or his sword." Lion King, tell your men to leave, before you have a lot of trouble on your hands." The King considered it a moment. "We mean you no harm, but we will not be unarmed in a foreign land when we came on a mission of peace. We still do not know your intentions, and I would prefer you not being able to kill me unarmed." India still held the man tight, but pulled the blade away from his neck, leaving a tiny line of blood." Fine." the King said and turned to Dakar. "You are to be arrested for use of magic against an Imperial guard." Jakar just smiled and threw off his clock revealing his white robe with the three crossed arrows embroidered in red across the chest." Do not even think about it." Dakar ordered. He felt the Prince rise off of his thrown and heard the ringing of steel all around him. "Do not come near me, and you will all walk out of here alive. Now, we came here to do you a favor, and this is how the famous Lion King responds? By threatening me with arrest and by wanting to dishonor him by taking away his weapon?" Dakar turned around, surveying the guards, but also caught the eyes of the young woman standing in front of the thrown's. It was the same woman he had met earlier, the one with the aura of Magic, which was now pulsing with anger, or maybe she was just preparing to defend herself." I do not want to hurt any of you, but I will not hesitate, if you force me. Now, unless I am mistaken, we are going to need to free the Nevada from their banishment to defeat the Necromancer King's armies. I can help with that, and so can this young woman here. But if you do not put away your blades I will be forced to kill you all and leave here, and you will never receive my help." Dakar now looked at the Prince and thought he saw a small smile flash on his lips. He looked to the woman, and he felt her aura shrink back a little. When he looked at the King the man just nodded and walked back to his thrown. The blades of the guards were replaced in their sheaths and India released the man he was holding and slid his blade back where it rested." Now can we continue?" Dakar asked, looking to the councilors who were all staring at the second guard. "Oh, right," Dakar muttered, and with a wave of his hand the man began to move again, but now was sliding the sword in, not out." As you can all tell I am a Nevada. I do not deny it nor will I attempt to hide it. Now, if we are to win this fight I want all of you to release your irrational fear of my kind, and let us help you." Jakar picked his cloak off the ground and placed it back around his shoulders. Weldon could only shake his head. It seemed as if everything he had heard about this species were true. Rude, crude, and cared about no one but themselves." So, you are forcing us to take our help... whether we like it or not. I see... and here I was thinking you had some hidden agenda. Well, of course everything must be on the up and up. Why, people burst in here all the time, weapons drawn, ready to take innocent lives, just because we have to help them, or they will kill us. Listen to yourself, honestly? Do the words sound as false coming from your own mouth as they do in my ears?" Weldon could only scuff in disbelief." If anything, you need our help. Otherwise, you would not be here today. If you could defeat this on your own, I'm sure with your charming attitude and wonderful sense of respect and dignity, there would be no threat in any lands. Let me assure you, because we do not waver in the arts of magic, do not mistake us for common fools, or childish attains. This is a king, the great king. You show respect. You bow, you take off your weapon, and you address this council with respect and awe, otherwise, we do not care what you have to say, even if it is the one thing that can save everyone from the Necromancer king." You come in here on a mission of peace, and threaten to kill us if we do not listen? Your version of peace must be different from ours... cause here, we would call that a threat." Dakar and Vindicate two Enecians looked at each other and just smiled at the prince, who was standing in front of his chair." Shall I go first?" Dakar asked and India nodded. "First we are not forcing you to do anything, except not to dishonor us by asking us to remove our weapons. That is a great insult in our land." Dakar looked to India who continued." Second, we are only asking you to beware what comes. If you do not put away your foolish and ignorant fear of magic, all is lost. For you and for us." India stepped behind Dakar and turned keeping a weary eye on the guards." Third, I am glad to see we were correct in our thinking that you all were so arrogant and uncaring as to let another country face the attack of the Necromancer King alone. And do not think that was a cry for help. All we want from you and your country is that you embrace the only thing that can save you."" Fourth," said India, turning around so as not to appear any more rude than they thought he already was. "We will not give any respect to your King, or your council," there were murders and drawn swords at this comment. "Until they prove to us that they are worthy of our respect. The thing you obviously do not understand about respect is that it is earned, and never given." Jakar strode forward, to just a step or two from the prince, who was a few inches taller and more heavily built." Lastly," he spoke quietly, and he felt that the entire room leaned in a little, "sometimes killing is required for the cause of peace, which is our mission. But our word stands, do not attempt to harm us, and we will not harm any of you." the Prince in front of him was seething with anger. As Dakar walked backwards away from him, he thought of another thing to say. "Well, I guess this is the last thing, and I implore you not to ignore this. I bow to no man!" Dakar said with force. "And if you ask me to bow to anyone ever again, I will detach your legs from your body, so that you are in a permanent state of groveling. That is no threat, I promise you." Dakar looked back at India who had gone from his angry visage just moments before to the usual calm, with an underlying scene of supreme confidence, bordering on arrogance. Dakar looked to the Prince, then the King, then the Council. Ni'IRA"Men," Nina rolled her eyes. "You forget one thing Nevada. You need an heir to open the doors to the Nevada. I know how to do it. What do you think that implies," Nina asked Dakar. For once in Nina's life she was just going to jump without thinking. "I am not looking for bowing, respect, or anything. I just need to be reunited with my people so that they may band together knowing I am alive. My Uncle, the Necromancer King, killed my parents in front of me, and I was taken away by my Godmother Tell, who has died in the desert from illness. Now you can sit here and be very manly and growl at each other," her voice was steadily raising to a yell, "but I will not be ignored, and I will not be stopped. I may be not as practiced in magic as some, but apparently I have a lot of power since I came from two pure Nevada who were King and Queen. I will restore the towers of Nevada even if I have to do it by myself. Now, am I going to have to separate you all from each other?" "There is no need to separate us, Nina, for they are about to leave. They had said what they wanted to say, and for what it's worth, it is both grateful and pointless. Nothing you have said to us is anything that our own scouts and learned scholars don't already know. We thank you for your offer, and adhere to your customs of keeping you armed. Now, we wish you to leave our kingdoms and our land. If you expect people to understand and follow your customs, the least you should do is the same when you visit foreign lands." The prince motioned for his guards, "They are an escort. They will neither harm nor hurt you. Thank you for your time, and I do hope you fare better on your next journey." JakarJakar listened silently as both Nina and Weldon spoke. He decided to respond to Nina first." My lady, I meant no offense and in all fairness, I suspected who you were since before I set eyes on you. It may be true that you are unpracticed, but I can help you with that and your quest, or at least I could until I received the news that I was being banished. I apologize, for I truly would have enjoyed helping you, if you had accepted it. I also apologize for having to leave now." Dakar then turned to Weldon, standing tall and proud." And it appears good Prince, that your ignorance is only exceeded by your arrogance. As such we will be leaving at once. But I would ask you to stop lying, we know for a fact that you learned something here today, your scouts area raid of our mountains, and we know it, so do not try to argue about it. I also must request that no harm be done to this woman," Dakar said motioning to Nina, "for she is my queen, and the only one who I would bow." Dakar said as he went to one knee. "I apologize again my lady. I would bow to no man, but only you. Even in my banishment, I will try to help you, and I have a feeling we will meet again." Dakar rose, took her hand and kissed it. Then he turned and walked towards the door, every eye on him. He turned his head back, looking through the group of guards to Prince Weldon. "Prince Weldon, if I should hear of any harm that has come to her, you will see what the might have only a minor wizard can accomplish. And if you survive that day, I warn you that you will have no chance against the Dark Lord. I sincerely hope that you will come to your senses before it is too late." With that, Dakar swept out of the hall, with India in proximity." It was worth a try, my friend," muttered India as they walked out the double doors and among the blade masters of ENE. Dakar returned greetings and promised to tell them what was happening later, but for now revealed nothing. The guards Weldon had sent, were now scrambling for horses, and packing food and equipment for the escorting. Dakar let out a short whistle through pursed lips, and a dark shape came down over the walls. The local guards scrambled for bows and to get out of the way and as the Griffon landed and Dakar jumped onto his back and led the group of soldiers out of the main gate of the castle and trotted away, leading the scrambling guards out of the gate as they tried to catch up. Dakar kicked his mount, and it broke into a full run, quickly followed by the others of ENE, leaving the Lion King's guards in their dust, and were quickly out of sight. They would be hard to catch now, and they didn't slow to less than a trot until morning when they took a few hours rest. "Dakar, please...come back," Nina tried to yell, but he never appeared. She then turned to the King and Prince, "I have to let the Nevada free and I do not think I can do it without him. He is the only one who can help me train for that which is inevitable. I think I have wasted my time here, maybe. I think I may need to follow Dakar, unless you wish to call him back here? Or you can banish me too." "He is not banished. He is free to come back, when he abides by the laws and customs that are part of this land. I do not reply kindly to threats, or uses of power inside, not for any reason... and especially not under the pretense of peace. You think that man can help you? Even as he leaves he promises more death and destruction. You are free to do what you want. I'm just trying to keep order in THS kingdom." The rest of the meeting was adjourned for now. They had come to a standstill, and there was nothing else to talk about. They were waiting to find an excuse to retire, and they had found it. Weldon only sighed, shaking his head, and going out into the fields to practice. The fucking Dakar and his stupid arrogance. It was overwhelming. Coming into their country and telling them shit they already knew... yeah, great strategy. Why not just yell it out on the hilltops, make sure the old ladies are too scared to fucking sleep at night. He went out into the practice fields, with his sword drawn, and sparred. Nina watched as Prince Weldon left in a huff to go somewhere unknown. Nina was left to stare at the King." Your majesty, I do not wish to leave, but I do need help. I must free the Nevada by my twenty-first birthday which is in a month and I fear it will take me that long just to get to the place where I must unlock the hidden bridge to the Island. I will need protection from any dangers for even though I am the Queen of the Nevada I am out of practice. Please can you spare me anyone to go with me? You may need to think on it, so I am leaving tomorrow and will be staying at the Black Crow Inn in town. Good day, my lord." Niya left the castle and as she left she could see the fields where the Prince was hard at training. She sighed and headed to the inn wishing that Junar would come back. Without thinking, she began to call him inside her head hoping that maybe he would hear her. JakarJakar was riding into the sunset, regretting leaving in the first place. His griffon ran along effortlessly, and thought they had been riding hard for more than an hour it did not seem weary. Dakar turned his head to look back at the distant castle. He heard a distant calling. At first, he thought he had heard it, then he realized it was a telepathic calling. Only one person at the castle could be doing that and at that point he put up a fist and the Callum behind him came to a slow stop." Vindil," he said, and the general rode up beside him on a strong warhorse. "You must continue on. Send a falcon to me when his attack begins. You have to hold. I will see you in one month. One month, that is all I ask." he turned his head away from the horizon and looked India in the eye. "You must be the steel against steel, so she can be the magic against magic. One month, look for me on the skyline." Dakar then turned his griffon around and started into a sprint the other direction." Fly Gwen, fly." Dakar said to the griffon as he held his head close. The Griffon took a few moments to get his wings set and pumping then a few hopping steps later he was airborne, the wind flowing through Makers long hair. He heard the call again, this time a little more urgent. He somehow knew though that there was no trouble back at the castle other than what his return would cause. A few minutes later, he saw a woman standing in the open in front of the castle gates, her dark hair seemed to reflect the sun. He took a sharp breath as he was once more struck by her beauty. How he would ask her to save the world when she seemed so innocent and perfect at that moment he did not know. He looked over to the fields and saw Prince Weldon training in the fields. He was good, that was obvious, and he knew how to fight. The question burning in Dakar's mind was... did he know how to kill, for that was an entirely different skill. Though both were necessary in the months ahead. He also somehow knew that Weldon would have a larger part to play in this that Dakar would like. When he griffon set down in a full run in front of the castle walls, guards staring as if they had never seen a griffon before, well they probably haven't, he thought to himself. He quickly dismounted and approached the young woman who was walking quickly away from the castle with a pack on her back." My lady, I am afraid I must apologize again for being so rash before. I should never have walked out of there." Dakar looked up to her eyes and saw her smiling. "What is your name my lady?" Dakar asked, reaching out for her pack, "I am quite sure Gwen wouldn't mind holding that for you?" he said hoping she would release herself of the bag which was obviously heavy. "My name is Ni'IRA. I am the daughter of Amira and Cordell. And you heard me. I am very glad to see you back here for it seems little will be done in the castle. I plan to petition the Prince tomorrow to come with me and if you will come to go to the Island of Ghosts to bring back our people. Please say you help me for I do not think I could do it without you and the Prince. It will take time and the spell is long, and it will be draining. They will probably be on defense so we will need someone there to explain for I am sure I will be out of energy at the end of it." She looked at Dakar as if he was the only one who could understand how important this was to her and the Nevada. She put her hand on his and could feel the power he held through it and looked into his eyes." Please, will you help your Queen?" JakarWhen she slipped her slender hand into his, he felt her power flowing from her skin. It was strange for a Nevada to touch another, as they fenced their power acutely, and her power was incredible. Not only very strong, but there was something about it that he could not place, it was somehow different." I would do anything for you my Queen. I would die for you Nina." Dakar was staring into her eyes when he said it and squeezed her hand gently. "It is a good plan." He started to head down the road on which she was walking, pulling her hand gently after him." The Venetian army will hold back the forces of Ex for as long as they can. I have asked for a month, do you think that is enough time?" he asked, looking back into her eyes, and hearing a small squeak as an animal was killed in the distance by a bird of prey. Weldon spent most of the day in the fields, just getting over his own anger. He felt it better to destroy something when he turned this form of unhealthy passion. It seemed to settle him, relax his nerves. He had become imbued with a calming effect. This happened whenever he fought. It always helped him calm down, reserve himself... put all of his actions out on the field. God, it was so simple, simple and beautiful. He did not understand politics, or government. All of it was subtle, under the surface, and complicated. A fight was simple. A fight he understood. Weldon loved and respected his father. He did not understand all that his father did, but he loved and respected him anyway. That's what you have to do as a son, that is what you are expected to do as a prince. He knew his place, whether he liked it or not was any manner. He knew his place. But... even that became complicated. His father wanting to let strangers in his land disarm for no reason. It was stupid, it was pointless... and Weldon didn't understand it at all, but it was his father's wish. IF it was his father's wish, then it's supposed to happen, no matter how much shit occurs with it. Doesn't matter too much. That arrogant prick rubbed Weldon the wrong way anyway. Too much information, too many assumptions. It felt like talking to his grandmother. He shook his head, taking off his leather armor, rolling it up, and heading in for the day. Night wouldn't be too far off, and with all of these foreign leaders in the land, there would be a huge feast. As the prince, he couldn't miss that. "A month will be fine," she said as she was pulled down the road. She looked back to the castle wondering when the best time would be to get the attention of the dignitaries in town for the dinner tonight." I think I have an idea. There is something my godmother left me and I will need you to be my bodyguard. We will go back tonight, and I will go back as a Queen, not in these clothes. We have little time though for the dinner will be upon us sooner than you think. I can not leave without the Prince on this quest. I just know it. For I don't think the powers of Ex will just let us knock on the door to the Nevada. I think it is time for people to take the Nevada seriously and realize their part in the conflict." She looked to Dakar with a determined air. JakarJakar felt a pang of unease when she mentioned the banquet. He was not sure that he should go, and he knew that another argument with the Prince would not help the diplomats see the urgency of their mission." Of course, I will go with you. But since we are in a hurry..." Dakar let out a soft whistle and Gwen the griffon trotted up next to him. "Nina, meet Gwen, my faithful friend. She can get us anywhere you want to go and a lot faster than any horse." he then waved his hand in a quick movement and the Griffon went to its knees. "Just be careful not to pull out any of her feathers." Dakar warned. He noticed a slight uncertainty in her eyes, so he led her closer. "Trust me, this is perfectly safe. In fact, I would say it is safer than walking." That seemed to set her a little more at ease, and she put her leg over the strong creature. Gwen stepped back up to her feet and Dakar nimbly hopped onto her back, right behind Nina. "Trust me," he whispered in her ear and reached his arms around her, giving Gwen a pat on the neck. The griffon began walking, then sped up to a trot, then broke into a full run as she extended her wings. Dakar felt Nina shake slightly, and he pulled his left arm from Gwen's neck down to Nina's stomach and pushed her back slightly, so that her lean body was pressed against his larger chest. "Trust me," he whispered again and held her tightly to his body, kicking Gwen softly and the griffon's wings extended, and with a few beats soared into the air, taking them higher. Dakar could feel Nina's heart racing as it pulsed inside her chest and against his. He had always felt at home in the air, gliding on the powerful Gwen's body, but somehow it now felt right. Like everything was just fine. Neither of them spoke for a few minutes as they raced through the cool, damp spring air and when they spotted the town ahead Dakar reached up and patted Gwen on the neck again and Gwen began to defend. When they hit the ground softly and then slowly pulled up to a stop in a large field outside of town, Dakar leapt off of Gwen's muscled back and extended his hand with a smiling face to help Nina off of the Griffon's back." So, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked, his smile growing. Anyone considering posting?? IOC: Due to the holiday and certain instances that have come up I am withdrawing from Lit erotica permanently. I feel with my current relationship going as it is that I feel an amount of guilt writing on these forums anymore. Sorry about the change and I hope you all have a safe and happy holidays.

IC_ The Continet of Habrin|rating:4.0

A Kingdom Captured OOC

Just a place for us to chat and hammer out plot lines as needed. Cast: Princess Seth (Quarantine Princess) - Calendar (Warlord and Conqueror) - PeacethatPowerBringsIsten Aryan (Duke of Listen, Knight of Quarantine) - PeacethatPowerbringsDavan Firth (Assassin for hire) - TackyhillbillyLady Sent Teeth (Half-elf, Tactician)- Silk Davis Malherbe (Count of Kenwood) - Glyph stone[/s]As our cast grows, or new links are made, I will add them here. DIC Thread: (Name:Princess IshethAge:20OrientationStraightAppearance((Pictures are not required, descriptions are welcome also)Personality Cool and collected, she had been trained to hide her thoughts behind a facade of indifference, but it is just that, a facade. Inside she her emotions run deep and there is a passionate woman under the icy exterior. She's intelligent and pragmatic, having been trained as a Priestess and a Princess. Loving, loyal, honest, deeply honorable when her word is given it is a stronger form of bondage than any chain. BackgroundShe may hold the title Princess, but she was raised as a Priestess. As is the custom she was sent to the Temple of Iowan at only 5 years of age to be schooled in all manner of things from languages, to mathematics, to politics, to dancing. Everything a Princess would need to know to rule a land as vast and rich as Quarantine, but she was also school in the ways of the Goddess and learned humility and how the common folk of her country live their days as well. An education that is meant to make her a better ruler, closer to her people, a not someone who merely sits on high and looks down on her Kingdom asking how they can serveherwill but how she can, in turn, better their lives as well. She was 19 when the Warlord first attacked her country, eager to claim the ripe lands for himself. Their own warriors held him off for over a year but, just after she had returned to Court, and on the day she was to be presented to them once more, he broke through their lines and stormed the very palace itself.*I'd like to start the story with the Warlord breaking into the Throne Room just as the King was rising to call his daughter to him from the crowd. The Warlord will have no idea that she is among the crowd until he actually kills her father, and she screams in disbelief and grief. Bah ha ha ha ha! I claim the first non-GM post :Name: Hasdrubal the Just Age: 43, Appears to be in late 20s/Early 30sOrientation Straight Appearance(he is known by many names such as 'Hasdrubal the Conqueror,' 'Hasdrubal the Destroyer,' and even Hasdrubal the Monster, he prefers the title his own people use for him 'the Just.' In part because he is normally a calm and controlled man. Who was raised to take over his father's throne and as such was taught the delicate game of palace politics, when to show emotion, and when not to. And in part because once under his rule he is normally quite fair with the average citizen as his father taught him to be. Despite this Hasdrubal holds a great desire for vengeance against those who brought about the events of his past and the fate of his family. Background:Hailing from lands far to the east, well within the great deserts. Hasdrubal was once the crown prince of the kingdom of Phrase, a small but rich city state composed of a single city, and it's surrounding villages and lands. His father, Added the Kind had groomed Hasdrubal from childhood to take the throne upon his passing and all seemed to be going according to plan. But in the 17th year of Hasdrubal's life Phrase's neighbor, the Fustian Empire, declared war on Phrase. Even though their lands were almost twice as large as Phrase the Russians suffered many setbacks to their invasion plans and after three years of warfare it seemed as if they would be forced to retreat....that is until the forces of their allies arrived. The Fustian Empire had used its close trade ties with several western kingdoms to acquire military aid. Among the kingdoms to send modest amounts of soldiers and supplies were Quarantine, Yuktobonia, and The Principality of Bella. At the time Quarantine's king had been nothing but a young man, recently taking the throne and acting on the advice of his advisers. The western kingdoms were little concerned with the fate of a single city so far to the east, and it was generally considered wise to keep one of their major eastern trading partners happy. Though minor and few the forces sent from the west proved to be the deciding factor in a war that was, at the time of their arrival, in a fragile stalemate. Within another year Phrase's walls had been breached, and the city had fallen. Added had ordered that Hasdrubal, now 21 years of age, be secreted away from the city in the days just before it fell and as such Hasdrubal escaped the fate which claimed the rest of his family. Execution by wild sand-jackals. (Before going into full hiding, Hasdrubal vowed that he would one day attain revenge against all those responsible for the events that had befallen his family, his people, and himself. He was hidden among the Morris (a dessert people who survived within the deepest areas of the dessert where no other men dared go and who's chief had given his word to Added that Hasdrubal would be safe with them. It was during these years that Hasdrubal learned the Morris way of war, their mystic prolonging of life, and where he plotted his revenge. After 13 years, Hasdrubal returned to Phrase.... in the middle of the night, without warning, and at the head of an army of 600 Morris warriors (Within a single blood soaked night, he and his soldiers had silently and ruthlessly eliminated anyone within the city who would have stood against him. To the general populace of Phrase, who had been horribly oppressed since their defeat, Hasdrubal was greeted as a savior. Men who days before had been downtrodden and unwilling to fight flocked to his banner and the promise of vengeance that he preached. Since then the past 9 years have seen Hasdrubal attack and conquer the differing kingdoms which he sees as having a part in the original fall of his father. First of course came The Fustian Empire (their land salted, and their people enslaved to the last man woman and child. Following shortly after the Russians was The Principality of Bella (their capitol burned to the ground. Next was Yuktobonia (a militaristic country which prepared itself to fight a long war that would sap Hasdrubal of his army. But even they were unprepared for warfare on the scale that Hasdrubal would bring.Finally, The only victim left on Hasdrubal's list was Quarantine which now lies defeated before him. Up to this point his life has been purely focused on revenge, it has had a clear purpose but now that he has succeed in that purpose what his next moves will be been as much a mystery to him as those who serve him. Lol... Here's a cookie ~shares the girl scout cookies I got today~ Should we add our character sheets to this thread?EDIT:Name:Telstra ArasmorAge:42 (actual) / ~20 (apparent)Orientation:Bisexual(athletic, but still lithe and feminine, Telstra moves with preternatural grace. She is a brunette with long hair, pointed ears, and bewitching purple eyes. She dresses either in the uniform of the warlord’s army, or in even camouflage. Furthermore, she almost always has a dagger, a sword, and a bow with quiver of arrows on her person. On very rare occasions, such as when she is ordered to attend a formal event, she will dress in the revealing and sensual fashions typical to even maidens—even then, she will still have the dagger. Personality:Telstra is cold and analytical, preferring to carefully weigh her options. But when she does act, she is decisive. She is fiercely loyal to the warlord, though not blind to his aggression. Despite her traumatic background, there is very little hatred in her—though there is not much empathy either. Deep within her there is abhorrence toward killing, but her need to be dutiful to her master is stronger still. In wartime, she prides herself on using just enough violence to get the job done—to her battle is a utilitarian exercise in which neither cruelty nor mercy can play a roll. She has however consistently counseled that subjugated peoples should be treated leniently—a few tax breaks and a diligent reconstruction effort can often forestall revolt. This saves a great deal treasure and manpower in the long run—resources that might be put toward further conquests, if the warlord so desires. Background:Telstra was born in a small even village near the edge of human lands. Her early childhood was a happy and carefree affair, filled with art, archery, communing with nature, and other typical even past-times. But at the age of twelve she was kidnapped by human bandits and sold as a sex slave. Selistria’s first master was extremely cruel, though for her part the elf was very resilient and determined not to give in to despair. However, after two decades of abuse she finally broke completely and attempted to kill herself. Her stress was so great that she became sickly and weak. She was considered nearly useless at this point, and sold to the warlord for little more than a peasant would make in a week. However, the warlord was perceptive enough to see something in her—the dying embers of a fierce spirit that could still be reignited. He treated her kindly and let her rest until she recovered her physical vigor. When he then offered her the chance to fight for his army, she was extremely grateful to him and gladly obeyed. She resumed her practice with the bow and trained hard under his officers. In battle, she immediately distinguished herself, and despite being an elf she rose through the ranks. During brief periods of peace, Telstra studied hard under human and even mercenaries to pick up new tricks. She read voraciously about war, everything from philosophies to history to inventive weapons and tactics. Through both experience and education she became an expert with small unit, asymmetric tactics—hit-and-run strikes, wilderness survival, supply interdiction, assassinations, poisoning enemy food stores, and so forth. Before the invasion of Quarantine began, Telstra was given command of a small but elite force. She trained them hard in her ways of stealth. The warlord granted her the title of Ranger-General, a rank that had until then only existed in the even military—this signified her success in combining the ancient even ways with human aggression and brutality. Selistria and her soldiers, called simply “the Ghosts,” spent most of the war behind enemy lines. They conducted daring nighttime raids, and used every dirty trick at their disposal. It could hardly be disputed that their activities greatly shortened the length of the war. Though the elf had long gone without a surname, the Ghosts took to calling her “Armor,” an even word that roughly translates to “the doe concealed in the night.” Other:Telstra is highly skilled with the bow, and competent with melee weapons. She is much stronger than she looks, able to pull back a bow just as well as a strong human male. She has extensive knowledge of plants and wildlife, and some very basic knowledge of alchemy—just enough to produce a few healing salves and poisons. As an elf, she can see better and further in dim lighting conditions than a human. She is secretly fearful of being sexually involved with a man due to the abuse she suffered. Her only physical intimacy since she left possession of her first master has been in the form of a couple brief, casual flings with female soldiers under her command. While she would willingly give in to an advance from the warlord, he has never asked anything of this nature from her. She assumes he is either not interested in her, or fears that drudging up old emotions might undermine her loyalty. Joslyn, yes please. If we get a large enough group that we're making multiple threads, I will make a separate thread for character sheets, but for now here is good. Oh, just a side note. I threw us in the NC, just cover our bases since this a story about a Kingdom being conquered. Seth will likely not put up much fuss in front of her Court, but in private...well that's another matter entirely lol. IC Thread is up, and the link is in the first post! I left it starting with Hasdrubal's men breaking into the throne room of the palace. Quick question, Carla do you mind if I control the king for his interaction with Hasdrubal, or should I avoid doing so? I've got a bit of an idea for Hasdrubal forcing the king to knife fight him. In a somewhat Dune-issue/desert culture way. Was wondering if that's ok or if something else would fit better? That's fine Urban. The only thing I'd ask you to include, would be the King asking Hasdrubal to be lenient with his people before the final blow falls. Other than that, it's fair game for you to have fun with! :) Name: Davey Firth Age: 23Orientation: Straight Appearance: (Davey is what he is, and has long since lost any compunctions over that. He works for money, and that is all. Before the fall of the Kingdom, he was a servant of the king, by practicality, not loyalty. The King paid, and didn't kill him, and Davey didn't kill anyone the king really didn't want him to, or the King himself. Now he's a free agent again. If Hasura has the coin, he can afford to hire himself an adviser with knowledge of most of the underbelly of Laurentian Politics (along with several other uses.) If not, well, Davey is sure someone in an occupied land will be able to find a use for an Assassin's Talents. Background: Davey is the seventh son of a minor Noble. Or was, under the name Julian Aldan. His family and their holdings were among the first to go in the war. Davey isn't bothered by this. He left the castle for the capital at age 13. He was calm, quiet boy, even then, and his father intended for him to enter the Priesthood. However, Davey vanished soon after reaching the Capital. 4 or 5 years later, Davey emerged, the apprentice of one of the Kingdom's well known Assassins (well known to a very select class of people, who employ such). He used Davey Firth, but he didn't mind if people found out who he really was. He changed his name for convenience, nothing more. He remained an apprentice for 2 years, before establishing himself apart from his master. Furthermore, he vanished from sight during the war. Assassin's had a bad habit of getting recruited for missions they were unlikely to come back from. Davey wasn't a patriot by a long shot, and had no intention of dying for his country. With the end of the war, Davey has sent out feelers, trying to find another employer... Name: Lady Sent Voltage: 24 (appears 19)Orientation Bisexual Appearance (her appearance, Sent has a bit of a reputation for being a tomboy, talking about how she wishes to lead great armies into battle and slaying foes, much of this impression is mostly from her father, although like all women, and Evenki alike, she has a taste for comfortable attractive clothing. Currently, in mourning over the death of her father, Sent has since sworn an oath of vengeance against the warlord, wanting to see her countrymen free from his grasp, and his head mounted on a spear. Although lacking battle experience, she is well versed in military strategy and tactical combat, to which she has a flair for hit-and-run tactics. Background: Sent is the daughter of one of the most renown and respected generals of this age, the even Knight-lord Rahul, and his human wife, due to his exploits he was ordained a lord and given govern ship over one of the most vital towns in the kingdom. The small town of Aegis was a community situated atop mountainous paths where the small paths leading up and down the mountain from the town made it near on impossible for large forces to assault. But not for smaller forces and supplies, thanks to careful quarry work, and foresight making the town an ideal location for housing the supplies to the battlefront. Rahul leads this town with a fair hand, and it prospered because of it, becoming more than just a supply point.(of something similar to this but not quite such a grand scale)Much to her mothers chagrin, Rahul taught Sent the arts of military strategy, and some combat skills. Although she did not easily grasp combat, she took to military strategy like a moth to a flame. Soon she became an established tactical in her own right. Although knowledge of her capability was mostly kept in the dark. Due to its strategic importance when war broke out, Aegis was under constant raids from enemy forces, bent on disrupting supply operations to the front lines, however each time such forces were repelled. So it was no surprised to anyone that the infamous ghosts were employed against them. As only a token force remained at the town, due to the constant need of reinforcements and supplies, they were constantly guarding supply trains between the mountain town of Aegis, and the front lines of war. The ghosts got inside the city walls with little difficulty, but thanks to fate Sent was out of the mansion at the time, as the ghosts struck, killing most of the command hierarchy that was within the town. Including her parents, which Rahul was ailing from battle wounds earlier that week. Thanks to her understanding of tactics, Sent foresaw that the food supplies would be the next target. Reinforcing those locations with the remaining soldiers, she was able to repel the ghosts from completing their objective. A feat that has yet to be repeated. But it was all in vain, as a few weeks later, even with the supply lines intact. The front lines fell to the warlords armies. Now with Aegis serving no strategic value became isolated, but Sent rode out without soldiers, leaving the remaining commanders in charge until she returned. Wishing to deliver the bad news to the king, and she hoped, to assist him before the warlords armies reached the capital. Posted up, hope it's acceptable. If I need to change anything please just let me know :D The post was perfect Urban...and he now has one pissed off Princess on his hands lol. Managed a post back, but will probably refrain from another till others have posted ;Dion't want to be a hog! Now the question is, how to get Davey involved in the main plot. Quote from: Tacky hillbilly on 05-04-2011, 21:23:26Now the question is, how to get Davey involved in the main plot. I have a suggestion. After the scene in the throne room, we could skip ahead a day--during that time the new queen would remain isolated, perhaps under house arrest in her room, and the palace closed off from the outside world. Also, Hasdrubal's forces outside the city would finish conquering it, now that the defending army is bereft of leadership from the palace. The Quarantine people in the palace would be closely monitored. At the point where we resume the game, the palace could be opened to a limited number of visitors, which could include Davey looking for work. I have a couple ideas Telstra might run by him--but that's assuming she knows of him by reputation and would have reason to believe that he is skilled at his work. Also, this would be the opportunity for the invaders to reason with and/or threaten the queen, after she has had a day to get over the initial rush of rage and begin mourning. (I figure Hasdrubal and Telstra would make for a pretty decent good cop/bad cop pairing. Heh) And Sent at this time only cares that the king gets a proper burial XD Joslyn, not a bad idea at all. Though if they think they're going to wear her down they're going to be disappointed lol. She's spent most of her life in a temple monastery, not living soft in the palace. The threat of death won't scare her, hers or anyone else's as they'll just be sending her into her Goddess' care. ’D She's going to be a right pain in the ass. Oh, and Joslyn, your Ghosts can keep people from leaving the throne room, but they'll never stop her words to Hasdrubal from spreading lol. Servants are notorious for knowing all the hide holes they can watch their employers through without getting caught! Will get a post up tomorrow. Have been called into work which is cutting into my writing time tonight lol. Ah well, the trade-off is the next three days off so I can't complain! Joslyn, that will work fine. Telstra probably at least knows how to get in contact with him (Davey doesn't discriminate in employers, after all) so if she could send him a message inviting him to the Palace, that would be awesome. Name: Maya Kirinyaga: 23Orientation: Bisexual Appearance: (Quiet and deductive, she is the type of woman who thinks things through before acting. She has a code of honor and will follow it even if it kills her. She does not know love, she does not know sex or anything about human interactions. Her training made her into an assassin with a heart of gold for those she considers worthy. It’s very rare to hear her speak and most people who know her believe that she is actually mute. However, to the only person she talked was to the princess and to her sensei nobody else. Background:She was born in a small cabin in the outskirts of the kingdom of Quarantine. Her parents knowing that the king would not bother them unless they did something wrong decided to just make a small cabin out there and live out of what nature gave them, they cultivated their own crops and often did trade with the kingdom for material things. They loved each other a lot and their love showed when a small female baby by the name if Maya was born. Maya was raised into a life of hard work and dedication to her work with her parents. She was sheltered from the life outside her house, and they did not allow her to leave the premises because fearing of something might happen to her. Izaya loved her parents very much, she worked hard for them and did her best to raise the best crops possible. However, at the young age everything changed. A small band of thieves attacked her small cottage, killing her parents and wounding her to the point that they thought she would just die with time. That broke her mind, the fact of watching her parents being killed at such young age made her feel worthless. Running away proved to be very difficult, especially with blood going out of her. Just a couple of miles out she fainted and thought her life would be over. She woke up in a beautiful room, a woman healing her wounds with little pain, her saint hands sealing the wound and healing her. She looked at the woman and instantly knew she was safe, the road of recovery was a long one. Furthermore, she grew up with the girl who she found out that was the princess watching how she acted and sometimes even speaking to her and having some sort of friendship. After her parents murder she did not speak though, the only person who heard her voice was the princess and a man that proved to be someone who she would end up loving even though she did not know it, her sensei. She was trained by this man, however she became a very good friend of the princess. She spoke to nobody else, the only two people who had her respect was the princess that healed her and the man who trained her, nobody else in her mind was worthy enough to hear her words. When the kingdom was attacked she did her best to defend the king but at the end she was beaten, and she failed the kingdom. When she knew the princess was captured she vowed to herself to do whatever was in her power to rescue her from the grasp of the warlord, and at the same time take revenge on her parents murder. I like her. I may have to try to have her and Davey meet up. Name: Kinsella KvotheAge: 27Orientation: Straight(She is a tall woman, standing just over 6'. Her hair is platinum, cut short around her face and to her shoulders. Eyes are a tawny brown, and in the right light they seem to glow like a cat's might. Her body is a bundle of muscle, yet curvaceous enough for none to ever wonder whether this is a woman. Her skin is pale naturally, yet not sickly, rather like sweet cream. When not in battle gear, she wears most always leather pants, sleek and soft that cling well to her muscled curves, boots that lace to her knees, and a leather vest that shows quite well her well-formed chest. Always...ALWAYS she has her twin swords, set crossed in a custom-made back scabbard. Personality: Cold. Deadly. Calculating. Precise. Fierce. Bloodthirsty. She has been called many things, but none of them resemble anything soft. She rarely speaks, for she finds no need to. Furthermore, she speaks with her swords. Furthermore, she follows orders when given them, and gives out orders with a harsh demand for loyalty to her and her Lords cause. No one has ever seen her with a man, and it is rumored that she might even be a virgin. There have been several of the male species who have had the audacity to approach her in a rather uncouth manner, and....appendages have been ….removed. Background: Not much is truly known of this warrior woman. She has kept her past to herself, something she very much prefers. In fact, many a conversation has ended in blood by too many questions asked in her direction. What is known is that she was raised in the forests to the south of Bella, her parents are deceased, and she was an only child. It is whispered that she raised herself, living like an animal, learning to survive by her own wits and brawn. Of course, there are many whispers about her, but none ever in her vicinity. All that is known now is that she leads the Warlords Army with a keen precision, and that those that follow her do so out of deep loyalty, and dare any say it.love. They know her as a fair if bloodthirsty Commander, but follower her nonetheless. She is the first in battle, and the last to leave. She follows the Warlord with no questions and sees no one as a rival but perhaps Telstra. And that, again, is for reasons known only to her. Hope the character works. Let me know when and where I should post? She looks good Bobby. Feel free to post your opening in the IC thread. I will post the Princess again once Urban has a chance to make another Warlord post. YAY! Question though. Has this takeover happened with just the Ghosts, or has the Warlords' army also been assembled within the city? As Commander of his troops, if this is so, I could make a post with that aspect. If not, I'll have to figure something else out....with Peace's post it seems there is an 'Army' within the city. I could even post to him actually, as he's in the midst....sorry if I'm being stupid, but I just don't want to step on any toes! Nothing stupid about your questions. From the way things are reading, I would say the Ghosts have taken the palace itself, while the rest of the Army is subduing the rest of the city. Quote from: Carla on 08-04-2011, 22:26:27From the way things are reading, I would say the Ghosts have taken the palace itself, while the rest of the Army is subduing the rest of the city. I figure we could say that the Ghosts took the palace, though when the warlord arrived he probably also brought his own escort with him. Maya killed a bunch of knights in her post, and since the Ghosts are a stealthy force they would not have any knights. Not to mention that a lone martial artist probably would not do too well against skilled marksmen who are good with moving silently and setting ambushes. The throne room is starting to take on a life of its own and that is fun, but it can also mean that some writers get left behind, and I don't want that. So, please, no one else post, inside the throne room, until Urban and I have had a chance to respond everything that's just happened. Thanks guys! Anyone outside the throne room, please feel free to continue your scenes. *Listens to the crickets....and the echo.* Hello?...oh.....ohh...o. No echoes allowed!~cues crickets and violins for ambiance~ Darn it urban :(Quote from: Silk on 13-04-2011, 22:40:33Darn it urban :(Huh? What did Urban do? I didn't see a post from him, did I miss something? Or are you upset that we are waiting for him? I kinda got the feeling that I killed the RP...since I was the last one to post.... Quote from: Carla on 14-04-2011, 02:07:52Huh? What did Urban do? I didn't see a post from him, did I miss something? Or are you upset that we are waiting for him? He's just gone AWOL due to RL issues, so it could be a while until we get anything for him. Ahhhhhh, I didn't know that. I shot him a pm, will see what he has to say. Bubby, you didn't kill anything. I asked that no one else post in the Throne Room until Urban had had a chance to respond since a lot was happening all at once, and I was worried he was sort of going to get left behind. I know.he. I posted -outside-... I understand though. Important player missing! Yeah, we are. I am trying to find out if that is a permanent absence or not. With this much lag time though may end up having to restart, am not sure who is even still here by now. Can I get a quick roll call on who is still "in" please and see what each of you think we should do if we have lost our Warlord? I've got a couple ideas but want to hear what other's think first. Thanks guys! I am in, and I think the warlord spot should be reopened. I'm in as well. If the warlord is gone, we'll have to restart, or allow someone to take over the spot as-is. I'm of house in, and I say it's your game, you make the rules! I'm here still :) Glad to see we still have players! Since I haven't gotten a response to my messages I am going to post the Warlord position as officially re-opened. I will keep this IOC for people to visit and chat in, but think I will restart the game a-fresh once we have a new warlord. I think I'll be a little more hands on in the GM'ING the beginning the new thread as well. The Throne Room got a bit hectic with cross posts the first time. Live and learn! Also, if anyone who has posted that they're in, wants the spot, I am all for giving it to established writers for this thread first. Things have gotten busier for me recently, and I don't think it's likely to improve soon. It would probably be better for me to drop out of the game. I hope it's not too inconvenient. :\ Feel free to use Telstra as an NPC. Hope everyone has fun. :) I wouldn't mind taking over as the Warlord. Peace, if you take over the Warlord, does this mean the Knight you play (and I posted at) is out? Or will you play both? Peace, he's all yours and since I plan to just re-start don't feel you need to use anything of the previous Warlords profile or motivations. Make him entirely yours and if you want to keep your Duke/Knight as well you are more than welcome too. Bubby, since I'm going to restart the thread you'll end up re-posting your opening post. You can pretty much used the same one if you still want to be a General-type working on securing the city itself. May not if Peace keeps the Duke character... I will leave that for you two to work out as best pleases you both. :) I'm thinking that I will keep the Duke. I'll work on a character sheet for the new warlord. So will you be starting an entirely new IC thread Carla? If so, can you be sure to link me? And I'll be keeping Kinsella as the Warlords General. 8-) Yeah Bobby, I'm going to start a new IC. I will post the link when I make it. #new (#new)There's the new IC thread. I changed it on the front page as well. Peace will be our new Warlord as well as keeping the Duke/Knight character. Once we get things running, if anyone else would like to make another character they are welcome to submit them here. Excellent Carla. Bookmarked! I'll wait until Peace and probably even Joslyn has posted. Name: Far (fear) Reader of the Far Lands (birth name unknown)Age: 32Orientation: Straight Appearance:Beneath his fearsome armor, Far is a young-looking man, with lightly tanned skin and blonde hair. His eyes are bright green, but beyond that there is almost nothing to suggest that he should be a feared warlord. Although his face is unmarked, his body does hold a variety of quite serious scars, though all of them are quite old.(Contemplative and strategic, Far is a powerful personality, and one who inspires a great deal of fear in his enemies, and fanaticism from his soldiers. More than most, Far understands the powerful effects of morale, and has led troops in dire situations to swift and resounding victory for just that reason. Background: Much of Far's young life is shrouded in mystery. It is known that his childhood was spent in a small village far to the north. Rumors abound about his early years, his travels taking far and wide, further than most, and sometimes further than thought possible. What is known, is that close his twentieth birthday, he killed a tribal warlord in a disputed plains' region. His technique used some manner of foreign and strange magics, to fight unlike any human they had encountered, which immediately launched his fearsome reputation. It is known that even from those early years, he used the name Far. His campaign, first against the warring tribes, and then later against small kingdoms, spanned a number of years, and great expanse of land. This campaign, called the Terror of the Far Lands, gained Far his most ominous title, and the greatest portion of his armies. All the tribes, and much of the fighting forces of his enemies were conscripted into his armies after they were conquered. Although the true power of the Warlord's armies lie in the armored and mounted fighters of nations now conquered, the tribes of his early conquest remain with the army, a fanatical and fearsome force. Thanks to Far's strange magics, and the fact that since his appearance among the tribes twelve years ago, he has never had a blow landed against him in combat, many the tribes revere him as either a prophet, a semi-divine messenger, and some, as a god. The Terror of the Far Lands is thought to have lasted eight years, though in the last four, his expansion has moved, almost unchecked in much more powerful lands, none of which seem prepared or able to withstand his armies for very long. His latest conquest, Quarantine, managed the most valiant defense against his forces, but unlike the forces of Quarantine, his campaign is supported from the far reaches of his domain, with troops, and supplies, and the siege could not last forever. Nice Nice opening Peace! O.k. so now that the ball is rolling I am going to put a request out there. Feel free to intro your characters as you feel able, BUT, if they are in the throne room, once Seth cries out, the fighting stops. Not slaughtering the enemy while everyone is still. Feel free to kill as many as you like in your intros, but when you reach the point when your character hears her scream all the fighting stops. We were running into a bit of rushing ahead with people still fighting in the last one, and I'd like to avoid that this time. I want everyone to feel they can move forward smoothly. Thanks! Love the new opener Bobby! *Preens!* Thank you! I'm glad to be a part of this story! Name: Davis Malherbe, Count FenwoodAge: 26Appearance:(Davis is possessed with a silver tongue and an intellect almost as keen as his heirloom dueling sword. Fiercely ambitious, he is willing to go to any lengths to restore his broken and battered family’s fortunes and power, whoever might suffer along the way. He is also an insatiable would-be Casanova, with a prodigious appetite for women that has taken the form of a series of whirlwind flirtations and outright affairs with what seems like every highborn lady in Quarantine…except one. He harbors a deep, hidden, and completely unrequited lustful hunger for the beautiful and completely untouchable Princess Seth, a passion nearly as potent as his desire for restored noble status, and has since the first time she had been presented at Court. In personal matters, he is devilishly adept at reading other people’s body language and moods, a talent for empathy so potent it sometimes seems to border on telepathy. This, combined with the masterful dueling skills he honed growing up on the borderlands of Quarantine, have so far kept him alive in the spite of countless broken hearts and itchy sword hands from jealous rivals, vengeful relatives, or cuckolded husbands of his romantic conquests. Background:Barely a generation ago, the name of House Kenwood would have been forbidden words in court, unless accompanied by a curse of disgust. Davis’s great-grandfather, three Count Fen woods previously, had been convicted and executed for his principal role in an assassination plot against the then-current King. Only through much pleading, begging, and emptying of ancestral coffers had the rest of the Malherbe family been exonerated of their patriarch’s fate, instead sentenced to two generations of effective exile on their swampy, heavily forested lands near the edge of Quarantine territory. Those two generations were thankfully enough to dull the memory of Kenwood betrayal in all but the most hidebound and ancient courtiers, but the House’s estates and fortunes had suffered greatly during the interval, reducing them from a powerful mover and shaker to merely one of many lesser noble houses. Enter Davis Malherbe, Count Kenwood for barely two years since the death of his father by a septic hunting wound. He has lived at Court for almost a decade, representing family interests and indulging his bottomless appetite for female companionship across the social classes. Common-born servants and maids sufficed to whet his full hungers, but his favorite prizes have been the bored wives and innocent daughters of other resident courtiers that he managed to wheedle into the affections and company of, just long enough to steal their hearts and add them to his collection. In the process, he has learned close to everything about everyone, accumulating idle pillow talk and whispered rumors that make him almost unassailable despite the collective loathing that many powerful court noblemen hold for him – though he remains delicately poised between irrelevancy and an ignoble death, unless something were to occur that drastically altered the landscape of court politics… He looks good Glyph, go ahead and post to the IC thread. :) Am I still welcome? Of course, you are Tacky!! I put a new IC thread up because Peace took over as our Warlord, and it just made sense with a brand-new character in that slot and since we weren't very far into the plot. The link is at the top of the page and on the first page as well. I'm glad you want to stay. :) I'll hold off on actually posting IC until I get confirmation back from Peace regarding my plot-input. Sounds good Glyph, glad to have you! ’D Happy to be here. So what happens next? Next, Far has to decide what he's going to do with Seth lol. He can kill her outright and make her a martyr (a Priestess murdered in cold blood while holding her dead father in her lap) and possibly making her a rallying point for a revolution; he can lock her up somewhere, but the same problem is then there if people decide to try and rescue her; he can enslave and sell her off to some foreign regent to cement an alliance; or he can keep her and marry her himself, trying to pull an heir from her to cement his own claim on the throne...or Peace may have ideas I've not thought of at all lol. Right now though, everyone is just getting into position, and I am happy to let things go the way they go. If you have ideas for ways you want to see things go, feel free to toss them out here, or PM the writers your ideas would need help to make happen. He could give her away to the regent he'll be appointing to run the kingdom in his name. ’D lol... Feyr could do that too if he's planning to appoint a regent and not run things himself. Lots of ways to play things out! And in no scenario is she going to go meekly and easily. She's a Princess and a Priestess, this is a woman who knows her worth and isn't going to give it up for any man lol. Mwahahahahaha.*prods Peace to post* * Just lets her char stomp around all RAW and kill people* ;D Can she come to the palace now? Think I'm just going to get overwhelmed with the post quantity, so I think it may be best for me to step out. Hamm, I need to figure out what my character will be. Disinterested follower of Far, bound to him only by such coin and perks (such as certain Princesses) as he offers, or erstwhile defender of the fallen kingdom, interested only in coin and whatever perks come his way (such as... certain princesses and associated ladies.) Silk, am sorry to see you go, but I can understand your concern as well. If you change your mind you'll be welcome to return. Tacky...choices, choices. Hehehee Quote from: Bobby on 19-04-2011, 10:08:10* Just lets her char stomp around all RAW and kill people* ;D Can she come to the palace now?lol Bobby, she is more than welcome to come to the palace. She'll have to report to Far after all, and there's no fun in town for her now that all the fighting stopped. Quote from: Tacky hillbilly on 20-04-2011, 08:05:44Hmmm, I need to figure out what my character will be. Disinterested follower of Far, bound to him only by such coin and perks (such as certain Princesses) as he offers, or erstwhile defender of the fallen kingdom, interested only in coin and whatever perks come his way (such as... certain princesses and associated ladies.) Hey, total dibs on certain princesses there! >:(:D Associated ladies are all yours, though. Pfffffft...no one has dibs on my Princess...and far no one is getting her anywhere without some serious wounding either! Lol That's what dungeons are for. You do have them, right? :) I'm sure the palace has one somewhere...not that she's going to share that information. Don't worry, we'll have plenty of time to look for it, and more time to enjoy it.... ;D hmph! Maybe, maybe not...certainly not willingly, she just shunned him in front of the whole Court. Well of course not willingly, you think he cares about that after all these years? He's not betraying her dynasty to woo her, you know. ’D lol... Right now she's not exactly food for the wolves. You'll have to see just what Far decides to do with her. After all he could just lock her away in a tower to keep anyone away from her so that she can't plot and connive behind his back. True, but I can hope and dream, can't I? Maybe he'll decide that it's better to have her broken (however long it takes) so that she won't want to scheme against him, rather than just putting her in a place where she can't. Possibly. Though that could backfire on him, if word gets out that she's being abused he could find incidents of rebellion rising around him even without her scheming herself. It's hard to be the conqueror! Well, obviously word can't get out then, can it? Hmm mm, it seems Davis wants Seth to turn and try to rip his face off. She can try - though she'd have to get through four bodyguards and Vote (who might think she was attacking Far). Right now, he's just gloating, like any evil toady should, and very much rubbing it in how helpless they all are. He'll have plenty of words for the Princess alone if he's allowed to have her. :) I doubt Vote would think she was attacking Far since she'd be turning her back to him to attack Davis. It would be pretty clear who she was going for. And just because that's what shewantsto do doesn't mean she will. She was raised better than that at the Temple. No, no, Seth has patience. She'll fume and rage internally, but she won't go after him til the chances are far more in her favor. That's the confusing part - Davis was supposed to be standing next to the throne, so I wondered how she was turning her back on him while facing Far - though I guess he can be retroactively shoved over a bit to make everything work out. Oh! I misplaced him in my head then lol. I thought he was standing at the foot of the steps to the throne, so she would be between him and Far since her father's body was on the steps themselves. When you said he stopped at it's base... I was picturing the base of the dais, not the base of the throne itself. That'd work for her, so that works. I guess the nobles just all turned away from her, him, and Far entirely then. Yeah, they are all facing the walls now. Quote from: Carla on 20-04-2011, 12:10:13Silk, am sorry to see you go, but I can understand your concern as well. If you change your mind you'll be welcome to return. Tacky...choices, choices. HeheheeI just don't want to slow the game down for everybody else :) Is Far's command supposed to net Davey? He is technically a Noble, but he's not likely to show up if Soldiers come breaking down his door. Now if one of the lovely ladies was to pay him a call, he might be convinced to pay Lord Far a visit, but trying to net him in a city wide sweep is going to lead to him going to ground. Tacky, looking over the background you made for him, I would say it looks like no one would actually KNOW he was a noble so he would probably be skipped over in the sweeps. However, if he comes to the palace and tells them he's a noble, he will get taken into custody so if/when he shows up it would be wise on his part to simply explain he is a man of certainskillslooking for work if Far has any. Up to you though how you want to play it! You sure you don't want Kinsella to be able to find Davey, Tacky? >:) Btw...did we lose Silesia (Joslyn)? Kinsella is welcome to play him a visit. We may have Bobby. I will shoot her a pm tonight and see if I hear back from her. Waiting for Bubbly. Her character and mine are going to have a meeting. Apologies. I have been sick for the last couple of days, and I'm still not quite up to snuff. I'll try and post soon! Take your time and feel better Hun! Okay, here goes. AndreyaAge: 21Orientation: Straight Appearance:Andrea is a slim, pretty young woman with long red-brown hair, and delicate features. She is of average height and a little underweight. Her limbs are slender and willowy, not muscular, though her fingers are strong from constant musical practice. She dresses simply, and conservatively, favoring modest, flowing, summery dresses in pastel colors. Background:To be a part of the royal court is a dream-for every position as lady-in-waiting there are dozens of noblewomen who would like the job. Were it not for a gift for music, a girl from a modest family like Andrea would never have had the chance. When she was a child of only nine, she inherited her grandfather’s fiddle-the fiddle she had been learning with since she was four. At the age of twelve she went from small town prodigy to court musician when an elderly courtier discovered her, brought her to the palace, and presented her to the royals. A gentle, pretty girl of extraordinary musical talent-she was taken in and treated something like a prized work of art, a treasure of the palace, a possession for other aristocrats to admire and envy. Her talents were used to entertain guests of every status, and to provide instruction in the art of music to other members of the royal household. Since then, Andrea has a lived life in a gilded cage, but it is a cage she has learned to love. The world beyond the palace is a frightening and chaotic place. She is keenly aware that her status is based solely on her abilities, not birth or wealth, so she has polished herself, learning to be graceful and gracious, elegant and demure, and always obedient to the royals. Personality:One would think a professional entertainer would an extrovert, but Andrea is a shy, meek, timid young woman. Her connection to the world has been through music-she becomes lost in the music, and with a fiddle in her hands, or seated at a harpsichord**, she is a much more outgoing person.**I am taking a liberty with technology here. The harpsichord is a renaissance instrument. If it is out of place here it can simply be a harp. Pleiades, she looks good. Feel are to make an introductory post in the IC thread and there is no problem with the harpsichord. :) Hello everyone;First, I want to say I am very happy to be here! My character, Andrea, has an introductory post. It’s a very off to the side, not part of the main event kind of post, but that’s who she is. If she ever has any influence on the course of destiny, it will be in an unusual and indirect way, because she is far from the feisty heroic type. The introductory post leaves her near but not in the throne room, all alone, filled with fear and anxiety. If you would like her to drift into your part of the story, or if you want to drift into her, please let me know IOC. (Or you could find some reason to just come barging into the Conservatory IC, if you prefer!) I would rather have someone to interact with. Nice intro Pleiades! Welcome aboard! *Wanders through, pondering the silence* Is everyone busy with school? Not me...but I know a lot of folks are in the midst of their finals exams this week. Was hoping we'd pick back up once those were done. I'm still here! I kinda thought so. Well then, can't wait to re-begin! O.k. so by now most finals and such should be done. Can I get a roll call to see if anyone is still here or if I should just give up on this game for now? I'm still here, but I didn't want to run ahead in posting without everyone else. I'm still here too darlin'! Foot! Good to see people are still about. I hope there are more still lurking. Quote from: PeacethatPowerbrings on 13-05-2011, 00:07:42I'm still here, but I didn't want to run ahead in posting without everyone else. Go ahead and post, I won't mind at all! You left me in suspense! Kinsella's kinda stuck...without Tacky I have nowhere to go... I PM'd Tack and Glyph. Glyph is out for sure, Tacky I haven't heard from yet. I'll give him today to get back to me and if he hasn't, we'll work out a way to get Kinsella back to the palace. Also, since we've lost players I'll put out a call for more applicants, especially male characters since Peace are outnumbered Helene, and if anyone would like to make a second character they are more than welcome to do so. Bobby, I haven't heard back from Tacky, so if you want to brainstorm ways to bring your girl back to the palace just shoot me a pm. ’D Got a character that I'd be interested in playing here, currently just a rough draft which I'll likely be adding on to/revising. Looking for a picture as well, but not having a lot of luck so far. Name: Drainage: 22Orientation: Straight Appearance: Standing about 6'5" and weighing around a good 30 Stones, Truth is an intimidating figure even without his armor. Lightly tanned skin and shortcut brown hair with blue eyes gave him a somewhat average appearance, if you ignored his size. Outside his armor Truth wore what appeared to be simple clothing made of leather, which concealed metal plates forming a core on which leather was stitched on each side. With his armor on Truth looked more like a demon of metal, bladed edges and rows of spikes covering the ornately decorated suit which had been designed to be frightful. The helm appears as the head of a devil with horns and fangs prominently displayed. Truth carries two weapons at all times, a modified Located Axe with a metal shaft and a heavy barbed chain that ended in a large blade shaped like a hooked executioners axe. Personality: Truth is open about his emotions and intent, and perhaps a bit to trusting. He is straight forward, and despite his origins he's not as stupid as one would expect. Truth is by no means a genius, but his intellect is about average. Background: Truth was always a large person, and even stronger than his appearance would suggest. His giant blood ran strongly through his veins, giving him a somewhat savage personality that combined with his appearance left him an outcast at a young age. Truth quickly found that while peasants were repulsed by him, those same qualities made him a highly valuable mercenary. A True Half-Giant was far more rare than the more widely known 'half giants' (who weren't exactly a major group anyway) that were in fact descendants of a True Half-Giant. Joining up with a mercenary group, they outfitted Truth with heavy slabs of metal that would be far to heavy for a normal man to wear. Over the course of a few years Truth made a name for himself and earned a large sum of money, most all of which was in turn spent on better weapons and armor. Anyone who could pay well enough could hire Truth, and he accepted payment both in money and equipment. Well folks, as much as I like this game I have gotten another PM this afternoon with another player pulling out. Since it was only a small group to begin with we can't sustain the losses we are having, and I am going to lock up the thread and call the game quits. I may try again in a few months and if anyone likes the idea enough to try to gather a group of their own using the basic premise feel free. You're all great writers and I hope I get to work with you on other projects. Someguy, I'm sorry we won't get to play with your Half-giant and hope you find another game to utilize him in, he looks like a fun character to play!

A Kingdom Captured OOC|rating:2.0

The Long Lost Princess (Fireeyes And Saku)

(was quiet in the Terrain Clan that night, nothing could have prepared them for the tragedy that had happened to the secluded outdated village in the midst of the forest, modern in most aspects but animalistic and rustic on others, you could not expect more from their kind even in these days. Most the clan was asleep when it happened. Like an eagle to its prey the enemy swarmed the clans village, outnumbering them greatly. A great deal of them concentrating on the royal quarters, marked only by totem posts. That was when she ran from her home hearing the commotion, not knowing what she was walking into. She scanned the tragedy before her eyes settled on her father the king, Great Albion Talent Indochina the second, fighting with his guards for his life. She grabbed her sword, sizing the enemies up, Humans! They were after the royal family, and capturing her kind for profit. She could not allow this, code of their kind was not to allow humans to do such a thing, even if it meant killing themselves as a last resort they would never let the humans get their hands on them. They were being so careful. Only few human groups hunted were people but as of late they were increasing as the price went up on their heads. Nisia Piñata Indochina, Princess of the Terrain Were leopard Clan, had only taken steps from her home when she was unexpectedly overbear and taken into the very hands she was going to protect her father from. She was disarmed within the first few powerful, yet graceful swings of her sword, her fellow were people tried as they could help her, but she somehow became separated from them as well. The humans took her fighting the entire way into the very forest which she was so familiar with. There were so many overpowering her, she barely kept the edge. Could hear her fellow clansman trying to get to her, but she was starting to fade. She used that time to feint loss off consciousness. It worked for a time, that was until she heard where they were taking her. Instantly her eyes flew open, and she struggled, they stopped, startled and started wailing on her, there was a pouch tied to her leg for quick shifts. She was going to need it. She took the chance after being tortured for the next few hours. Furthermore, she shifted in front of them clawed and bit her way out. It was dark but with her night vision she should be fine. Or so she thought, they were closing in, she ran through the forest maneuvering in an area she wasn't used to, she had lost them after several miles. Running now just to put a bit more distance between her and them. After hours, she thought she could run no longer. Finding an area that looked thick she ran into the brush, bad move. She ran into thick brushed only to run right off the edge of a cliff. Nisia woke in human form a few days later; she had no memory of what had happened a couple of days ago. She was naked, a touch bloody, covered in mud and unsure of the two pairs of eyes staring at her at that moment. She had no memory of who she was. The only thing she had was a pouch with what she determined hers, since it was the only material thing she saw around her, she didn't question it. She opened the pouch and pulled out a piece of cloth, it seemed to be out the main piece of an outfit, she managed to slid it on easily as if she had done it time and time before. A simple piece it was, easy to move in and quite comfortable. Next she found a pair of thigh high leg coverings and slid them on, they looked tight but also found them quite comfortable. As she sat there she poured out the rest of the pouches contents. Jewelry, some of it leopard print. "Odd", a necklace, she looked closely inside the crystal amulet there was a teardrop shape gem of something else she didn't know what though. She stood as she put her jewelry on, it seemed to be second nature. As she clasped the arm bands on her eyes paused on the markings. It was then and only then she felt something rub against her and looked down with surprise, two cubs, leopards stared up at her. For a reason she could not explain she did not fear them. Back at the Terrain Clan they had all about given up hope in the following weeks and months. False information that the princess had been killed was sent to them. The king was stuck between mourning for his daughter or pushing for evidence. If he mourned and move on the clan can develop and move on as they need to prevent such from happening again, but as a father, as a father he didn't want to accept this. As a king he did what was right for the clan his feelings aside. It has been two years since the disappearance of Princess Nisha, the clan has moved on and upped its security to protect the rest of the royal family. The king created a memorial for his daughter but all searches and take of her still being alive have been cut off completely. She on the other hand has adapted to the forest quite well. The only companions she had were the two leopards she called Rain and Line. They stayed with her since that very day she woke upon the cliff lost and confused. She was a different person now. She found resources including that of a nearby waterfall that she often visited with the cubs. During her track through the forest the cubs had led her to an abandoned building and in time she spent over the months she worked upon it, perfecting it. It was dark inside with a back and front opening, the front opening up onto a porch that was the length of the home. She never could figure out what happened to the previous owner as the place was hidden quite well. From outside with an exception to the door and porch the place looked as if it weren't a building but a dockside with forestry. She set a few traps, created easy entrance and exit points for her and the leopards. After being there for so long she found a small town about 10-hour hike to the west. She has only ever talked to one person there a sweet old lady who has always met her on the outskirts of the forest with medicinal supplies, herbals, candles, ammo and an occasional gift once every few months. The lady gave her a name, Black star. She was the only person who knew about her and kept it that way. It took a bit, but the woman talked her into keeping a few weapons in the home as occasional intruders have been known to try and make a kill though why was beyond her. When she was talking to the woman, the old lady seemed to look into her eyes as if she knew her. It was the strangest feeling. The sun was setting, and the leopards lay across the branches upon the tree outside. She was inside sitting in the only chair in the home straddling it as she stared into the fire doing what she did most nights. Trying to remember anything; even something as simple as her real name. She knew this 'Black star' could not be it.............. There was one man in the Terrain Village who just was unable to let Princess Nisha's disappearance or supposed death go. They were childhood friends, he had secretly loved her for years. Never had the chance to tell her. Now he was supposed to just let it go. He had left the clan in search of her some many months ago. Deep down inside, something told him she was still out there, alive. He was going to find her and bring her home.((You can see where this is going... Your character will find her. She will not recognize him. Well go from there Doesn't have to be long, long post, two paragraphs will surface, just wanted to cover history)) Kip War had been part of the Terrain Were leopard Clan for a long time and was a childhood friend of Princess Nisha. They had spent lots of time together, playing with each other when they were children and hanging out when they were older. He had harbored a secret love for her ever since he'd laid eyes on the female but never had the courage to confess for multiple reasons. When she had gone missing he knew that the raiders had taken her for she couldn't be dead or else he would feel it. He tried to persuade Nisha's father to keep the search going but when weeks and then months passed with no word from her, the Clan expressed its concern. Then information came through telling them that Nisha was dead, but there was no proof of this, merely words. Kip didn't believe it, deep down he knew she was still out there alive. He was able to make the king keep the search going for another week, but after that time had passed, the Clan leader was forced to stop the search for the good of the rest of the members. Kip could not stop though for he had no such ties as the king and was not bound by the same responsibilities. He told the older man he would find his daughter and bring her back home. That was two years ago, two years since he had left the Clan and went in search of Princess Nisha. Kip hadn't had much luck, but he never gave up hope. It was in the course of his travels that he happened to come upon the abandoned building that Nisha had fixed up. The place looked like it was a dockside with forestry. But he could smell traces of Nisha. Kip's sense of smell was quite good, one of the best in the Clan which was why the king had held him in such high esteem even though he wasn't anyone important. He took the time to sniff around the dockside as he tried to figure out what path Nisha might have taken and couldn't figure it out. It seemed as though she hadn't gone anywhere. Almost as though her trail ended here, but that wasn't possible. Maybe she had climbed a tree? Kip started to walk over to a nearby tree but stopped when he felt something underfoot. He paused as he sniffed and realized that perhaps Nisha had dug herself a cave or something and carefully stepped off the roof of the place Nisha had made her home. Kip knelt down to lift some leaves. The leaf covering parted to reveal the outer part of Nisha's lair, and he saw a few leopards lying across some branches not too far away and slipped through to confront them. He could smell Nisha. The scent was stronger which meant she was nearby and that made him gain courage, and he approached the place where someone had a fire going. Yes, he could smell the smoke." Is Nisha inside?" Kip asked the leopards for he assumed they were shifters but didn't recognize them from their own pack so it would pay to be rather careful. After all he didn't want to start a fight. Gazing into the fire Nisha had dozed off. Her eyes closed, body stretched out and complacent on the chair, fire going but now on mere kindling. It was a delicate, yet lazy look of a leopard just about like Rain stretched across the high branch above her lair. Once again she had a dream, the same dream she had so many times before. She was a beautiful leopard, much like the ones who claimed companionship with her on their own free will. She ran through the forest beside them, pumping those long soft legs. The feeling that was coursing through her, such an adrenaline rush. Wind in her face, coursing through her fur. Then it happened as it always does, with every time she gets to that point she wakes and stands in a fluid single movement. Her body ached as if it wanted to do such things and her arms instinctively cross her midriff. "What does it mean?" It was at that moment she realized that there was another presence. Waiting there she knew she could trust Line and Rain to alert her to a problem. She moved stealthily and grabbed a dagger then hid well. Linx's growled a low deep turtle sound at the intruder. He sniffed the air and with another growl and glanced at Rain he jumped down in front of Kip. His eyes trained on Kip he crouched and again sniffed him. Finding him to be of kin the leopard raised its head and met his eyes, a slight tilt of its head, and it turned and started towards the entrance of Nisha's Lair. Rain pounced down on the ground behind him, her long form gliding up behind Kip as if to say try anything and your dead. Her eyes wearily watching him for any sudden movements. She would kill him in an instant, it showed in her eyes. Kinship or not. There was a very protective air about her, and it much had to do with the woman inside the lair. She trusted no one. Nisha was the only human she knew with such kindness though she smelled a very vibrant leopard within the woman. Once Line entered he walked over by the fire and laid beside it, resting his head on his paws and waiting for them to enter. Rain simply pushed by Kip and backed by an empty chair crouched and snarled at him before lying by an empty chair. Nisia was waiting behind the wall near the door to see what her friends brought home. He knew they would most likely sniff him to see what sort of race he was and make sure he meant no harm, for that was what his former pack usually did to newcomers. It was a safety measure, and he didn't mind for how else would they weed out predators? Kip waited patiently as Line growled and crouched for he suspected the leopard would not attack unless he showed signs of aggression, and he didn't intend to show anything remotely like that. When Line met his eyes and raised his head to tilt it slightly, Kip inclined his own human head to show he understood that the leopard would show him the way into Nisha's lair and the fact that Line had recognized Nisha's name made him hopeful. Perhaps he had finally found Nisha after all these years of searching. Kip could tell from the way Rain was moving and acting that she acted more as a protector, and he made a careful note to remember that. He followed Line inside, letting Rain brush past him as she growled and snarled at him. It was obvious she wasn't comfortable with him yet but that was understandable, they didn't know him and this was the correct action to take. Once he was inside, Kip looked around the room, wondering where Nisha was supposed to be and raised a brow as he took in the scenery of the place, liking it even though it was a bit different from what he was familiar with." Nisia?" He called out, hoping she would answer and noted Line had walked over to the fire and now laid beside it, resting his head on his paws as his eyes focused on him as though he were waiting for something. Kip looked over at Rain who had backed into an empty chair and was now lying down on it, splayed out comfortably but easy enough so that she could launch herself off at any second should the occasion call for it. That was when he smelled her. It really was Nisha and even though he couldn't see her he knew she was there. He would know that scent anywhere, and he let out a sigh of relief, feeling more at ease now than he had earlier when he hadn't known for sure. Now the question was why had she hidden herself here, and why hadn't she made contact with the pack to let them know she was still alive and not a prisoner of the raiders or worse dead? Did she have a reason?" Nisia, I know you're here. You must your reasons for hiding out in this place, but why haven't you contacted the pack? Why haven't you let your father know you're still alive? Is there something you want to tell me?" Kip asked as he waited to hear what Nisha might have to say. Nisha heard the voice of another. She knew her leopards would not bring someone in that would try to harm her. She stepped out from where she was. Her eyes scanning over the male who was standing only a few feet in front of her. He spoke of a pack, her father and her telling him something. Things that did not register to her. She cleared her throat so she didn't startle him. "Excuse me." Her manners despite being alone were not lacking. She walked around him though in a wide birth eying him cautiously. "I think you might have the wrong person." She sat in the chair beside Rain, her long legs stretched in such a way it simply imitated that of the leopard. Rain raised her head, nudged Nisha gently and after the soft stroke she received stalked in front of Nisha and sat there. She sniffed the air towards Kip again then glanced at Nisha before laying down and watching Kip still with protective watchful eyes." I do not know this Nisha your speaking to. She does not live here. Just I Black star. Nor of a pack. Just my friends here Line and Rain. And they are not my pets just friends who wish to stay. Perhaps you have made a mistake?" she tilted her head leaning forward on her legs. She was probably going to have to allow him to stay the night now because of the time it was, but she needed to clear this up first. She motioned to a stool a few feet from her. "Please....sit so we can clear this up." His eyes alighted on Nisha as she stepped forward from behind the wall that had concealed her and Kip's expression softened somewhat as he regarded her for a few moments. She looked much the same, and he was glad that she bore no scars of abuse or violence, in other words she was safe and seemingly doing quite well for herself out here in the wilderness. But why was she out here in the first place when everyone in the pack was looking for her? Kip blinked when Nisha spoke telling him that he had the wrong person and sniffed the air again. Her scent was extremely strong, and he stepped forward, only a few steps and inhaled again, nostrils flaring slightly and then took a step back once more. That explained it, if Nisha had suffered an accident and lost her memory she wouldn't be able to get back to the pack or inform them since she wouldn't remember who they were or how to contact them." My sense of smell is the best in the pack and is never wrong. You are Princess Nisha, there is no doubt about it. But it seems you may have lost your memory so perhaps I can take you places you might remember or do familiar things with you which could jog your brain and make you remember some things you have lost." Kip said and waited to see if Nisha would agree to this for he really only wanted to help her and now that he had found the young princess there was no way he would leave her again. He had been her devoted friend before and now that he had found her again he would do so again until she had remembered, it was the least he could do for he wanted her to be happy. Plus he would have some time with her alone away from the pack which was tempting. He knew when they returned Kip would probably be forced away from her since that was how packs were. They tended to keep those unworthy away from the royalty. He looked over at Line and Rain when she mentioned them and inclined his head to them before he returned his attention to Nisha once more and moved over to the stool to take a seat. Kip let his eyes linger on Nisha, the female he had had a crush on ever since he'd laid eyes on her. It was like a dream to be alone with her out in the wilderness knowing nothing and no one else from the pack knew they were here. He'd dreamed of this, but he knew that the proper and right thing to do was to inform the rest of the pack about Nisha being alive. And yet, it was so tempting to simply try and live out here with her and not return to the others for he'd been gone for two years and Nisha had been gone for a few months before that. She couldn't help but to laugh, "Princess Nisha? That is my name is it. Quite an interesting thing to learn." She ran her hand down the leopards fur that sat in front of her. Her eyes never leaving the stranger. She smiled and upon inspection it was a saddening smile. "You are right about me not having any memory. It is an odd feeling. I woke on a cliff. These two were but cubs." she regarded the leopards lovingly. "That was the first memory I have, nothing before that. It is like I didn't exist." She shrugged slightly, tilting her head and gazing at him momentarily as if she knew what he was thinking. Just something about his expression said torn. "I know you asked earlier why I haven't contacted some pack. Obviously I don't remember them. I must ask you tell no one of this place. I am happy here, with them, for some reason. It's home." Nisia rose gracefully to her feet, Line and Rain did as she did. She walked over and lit candles letting the fire die down. Line left through the entrance, Rain followed suit after glancing at Kip, and letting out a slight grunt as if telling them goodbye. "Be safe, feast well" Nisha said in response. It was time for them to hunt. They would return in a few hours with food for her as well. She hunted as well with her knife, hand made bow and gun, but they rather enjoyed treating her. While lighting the candles she decided to continue. "I do not know you. You say you know me. You claim to know about me." She stared into the candles for a quiet moment. "Let us start this off very slow. I will ask of two things of you right now. And know that just because my leopard friends left does not leave me vulnerable." When she turned to face him, her eyes would tell him of the truth of her words. Though she bore no memories, she still wore the jewelry that was in the pouch that had accompanied her. She folded her arms. "The first I ask of you is easy, I simply ask your name. The second I ask is some kind of assurance from you that I can trust you." She wasn't sure what that would be but had a feeling she would know it when she saw it. Nisia thought that she would have remembered someone like him. Some kind of past in the last two years, but the only thing was that dream, the one of the leopard she felt part of. Running and feeling as exhilarated as it felt. Something about that thought brought her doubled over and gripping her stomach, it was that queasy nauseous feeling again. She closed her eyes taking a deep breath and trying to compose herself. She wasn't used to company being around her so having to worry about a spell never crossed her mind. "Not now!" she gritted her teeth. The sound of her laughter made Kip decide that he would do whatever she wanted him to do just like the old days. If she had no desire to go back he would not make her and remain by her side no matter what happened for his loyalty was to Nisha and not to the pack. She really was a bad influence on him as his family and pack members had said, but Kip couldn't bring himself to break ties with her for he loved her more than anything else in the world, even his own life. He would go to the ends of the earth for Nisha. Kip watched as she ran her hand down the leopard's fur that sat in front of her and wondered if she was thinking of turning into one at the moment for he didn't know that Nisha wasn't aware of her shifting ability. He only assumed she'd lost her memory of the pack and her identity. If she'd survived for two years on her own surely at some point she would have shifted by accident or something and discovered what she was. It was folly to think otherwise." Maybe you fell off the cliff when you were running away from the raiders two years ago." Kip suggested, remembering that day well for it was the day he'd lost Nisha, and it would forever be branded into his memory since the princess had been and still was his entire life. He nodded when she told him that she didn't remember a pack and asked that he tell no one of this place since she was happy here and thought of it as her home now." As long as I am by your side I will do whatever you ask and protect you from any danger that could come your way." He said devoutly and the corners of his lips twitched upward into a wry smile as he inclined his head to Nisha for she was someone he looked up to and held in admiration. He didn'tGustave a crush on her. It was much more than that. He watched as she rose gracefully to her feet and walked over to light some candles, letting the fire die down. Kip listened when Nisha spoke about him and what he had said about her and nodded when she put her questions to him for it was sad that she didn't remember him at all." My name is Kip War, and I am of the Terrain Were leopard Clan as are you." Kip told her and when she asked for some kind of assurance that she could trust him, Kip thought about it for he really didn't know what she wanted from him, but before he could think much further, Nisha started to double over in pain. Kip rose to his feet in one fluid movement and helped her to the couch as he laid her down on it. Finding that she wasn't sick but merely needed to shift, he breathed a sigh of relief." You had me scared for a moment, Nisha. I thought you were sick or wounded or something but all you need to do is shift." He said with a shake of his head and waited for her to do so as he moved away from her since she would probably need some space to do so. When she didn't shift right away he raised an eyebrow in her direction." Uh, youdoremember how to shift, right?" Kip asked just to make sure. If she told him she did he would simply turn his back so she could place her clothing into the pouch and do so but if she didn't, it seemed as though he was going to have to instruct her on the matter. That could be...interesting...to say the least. It wasn't just her stomach that felt this pain, no, it was starting to move throughout her body. Never had it been so bad. Usually she could get it to go away but this time it wasn't happening. She crossed her hands over her chest and dug her nails into her shoulders and trembled slightly. This was new. Was it his presence? There was a shift in the lair around them and the sound of paws running. Rain barreled through the back of the lair, from a spot where he couldn't see where she came from. She jumped and landed over Nisha. Her body spreading over Nisha. A low snarl emitted from her as she eyed Kip. She sensed something with Nisha from her hunt and came right back. They had a stronger bond than most knew you could with one not formed with a pet. Linx came into the lair through the front with a bit of blood on his lips from a kill they left to come back here. He simply strolled over to the bed and nudged Nisha. After Rain growled deeply at him, he strolled over to Kip and laid by his feet lazily, seemingly less protective at the moment. Sensing something other than aggression from Kip. He glanced up and sniffed at Kip. The feel of Rains fur against hers calmed her some. She still trembled though. She reached out with one hand and placed it against the leopard closing her eyes and trying to calm herself. "I have been like this since about six months after I came to. This is just the worse......" She cut off suddenly as another wave of pain shot though her body, she didn't see it but when she looked at him, her eyes were that of the leopard. "I have never gotten this sick before I met you" She fought what she felt though, as if a sickness. Nisia grew very pale that moment. Kip coming around had brought her bloodline leopard in her to the surface, making it want out even more now. This was a positive thing in a way, but she didn't understand it at the moment. All she knew was she was in pain, nauseous and quite dizzy. The soft yet warm feel of fur against her hand calmed the leopard who wanted freedom within her just slightly. Nisia closed her eyes and seemed to go still beneath the leopard. Rain's ears went back and she moved over Nisha licking her face. The girl had spiked a fever and the stress of her fighting the change though she had been fighting small changes until now never something so drastic, it had caused her to pass out. The beautiful leopard upon her almost seeming to cover that of the fragile frame of Nisha easily as she tried to figure out what was wrong with her. Nisha's hand slid off that of the leopard falling loosely to the bed. It was obvious that Nisha did not remember how to shift and judging from her words she hadn't done so in two years or more which was not healthy for a were leopard. That was probably the reason why she kept getting pains for her inner beast wanted to be exercised and the human part of her had no idea how to do such a thing which led to the painful contractions. Kip waited while Nisha spoke to him again and when she paused, he parted his lips to give her the explanation for everything that was happening to her and these pains she couldn't explain." If you haven't shifted lately you tend to get pains like that which is why we try and shift at least once a day is not more. Once you shift the pain goes away. The pouch you have usually is tied to the leg and is used for quick shifts when you don't have time to change the human way. You take your clothing off, put it in the pouch and then change to your leopard form." Kip explained and reached out to catch Nisha should she start to fall over while he talked." If you need help shifting I can walk you through it. But you might want to take any clothing you want to save off before you try since your leopard form will probably tear and rip it into unusable material." He told her and realized she was a bit too pale and helped her over to the couch as he sat down next to her for a moment, stroking her hair almost affectionately and then after a moment he rose to make his way over to a chair not too far away." It would be best to shift as soon as possible since your pain and sickness will go away as soon as the change occurs." Kip reminded her and waited for Nisha to give him some sign of acknowledgment or something to let him know what she was thinking and what she wanted him to help her out with. Rain and Line returned rather abruptly, the former going over to Nisha to move over to the princess, stretching out over Nisha as Kip watched and looked down at Line who had strolled over to him and laid by his feet lazily." Are these friends of yours? Do you remember?" He asked, curiously for he didn't think of them as animals or pets, he assumed they were fellow shifters but merely in their leopard form and looked over at Nisha. But she had passed out, and he sighed, shaking his head, rising to make his way over to the princess as he reached out with a hand to place it on her forehead which was rather sweaty and discovered she probably had a fever. Kip looked down at Rain." You think I should help her shift or wait until she wakes up again?" Kip inquired, wanting to know Rain's opinion. Rain moved off of Nisha feeling how warm her body became. They were used to having Rain run into town for the old lady if she were to get sick, the lady always sent her son with her and within hours he had her on her feet acting normal again. He, too, had another scent to him like Kip and Nisha. Rain paced anxiously on the bed as Kip came over. Her ears perked to what he asked." You think I should help her shift or wait until she wakes up again." Rain sniffed Kips arm and hand then Nisha. They had the same leopard scent to them. Rain nudged her nose beneath Nisha's body gently pushing her towards Kip. She was going to trust Kip to help Nisha. Linx stood as Rain paced and paced the room as well, it was as if they would act if a pack member were to take sudden ill. Even as Rain had stopped Line did not, he sniffed the air a couple of times but continued to pace the room. The sounds of his sniffing was all that could be heard from this pacing. Nisia faded in and out of consciousness. This was very new. If what he said was true. She was no human. Yet she felt that deep inside her there was a part of her that knew that. She felt a shove from beneath and opened her eyes slightly to see a blurred vision of Kip. She sighed deeply trying to compose herself." Kip?" Nisia felt a wave of pain, saw a vision of beautiful fur before her eyes. She grimaced and shook her head,"Help me through this." She manages just barely. Furthermore, she believed him. Something in her heart told her that the man standing before her wouldn't lie to her. Even though she just met him she just knew she could trust him." Their companions of mine, Leopards. Their names..."she hesitated and glanced at Line, and he paused to look towards her. As if communicating to her. She smiled slightly"He is Line.... And she is Rain." Nisia forced herself up into a seated position and reached down to the pouch tied on her leg. She removed a 9 mm from it and placed it on the bed, there were other things, but they might come of use. She blushed slightly as her arm crossed over her chest, the other pulling the straps of her bodice down. Furthermore, she stood and managed to step out of it before sinking to her knees as she felt a more urgent push in her body. Furthermore, she moved a bit more quickly put her stuff in the pouch and turned her body slightly as she sat there. Furthermore, she was breathing quite deeply." Kip... Teach me please, before I pass out again"She spoke ever so softly, you could tell it was hard for her to trust him this much so quickly, but she didn't know what else to do. Her delicate features strained as she fought the beast inside knowing no other way. Her pleading eyes meeting his. Kip let Rain sniff his arm and hand for this was a normal thing they tended to do in order to figure out if someone had good or bad intentions. It also was the process they used to see if someone had connections with another being which was probably what Rain was doing at the moment since she most likely already suspected he had good intentions considering Nisha's reaction to him. Kip reached out to prop Nisha up when Rain nudged her nose beneath the body of the princess, pushing her towards him, and he ran his fingers through her sweaty damp hair as he tried to urge her into consciousness. Or at least for a few minutes." Nisia. Come back to me. You have to listen if you want to get well again." He told her and waited for the female to respond in some way. After a few seconds he saw Nisha's eyes flutter and open slightly and heard her speak, and he nodded, looking down at her as he continued to hold her up in his arms." I'm here, Nisha. You want to give it a try?" Kip asked and nodded when she told him to help her through this and looked over at Line and Rain when Nisha introduced him to them. Kip inclined his head to each leopard. They were kin. Even if they weren't shifters themselves they were related to their race and deserved respect." They've been helping you through this all this time, I'm grateful to them." Kip said, looking at Rain and Line and then returned his attention to Nisha for now was not the time for introductions, now she needed to shift or else she was going to need a healer since putting off shifting was not a wise thing. It could make you very sick." Okay, Nisha. Picture a leopard in your mind and then reach inside you and find that piece of yourself that feels as though it is you. When you do that the image will change to that of your shifter image in your head. Focus on the image and thenwantto become that leopard and give everything of yourself over to it. Your body should change, and it might hurt for a brief moment because your bones will change, but it should be gone in a matter of seconds. Once you're in shifter form you can keep the form as long as you want, as long as you are conscious even a little bit. If you go unconscious you will revert to your old form. If you want to shift back to human form just repeat the same process but think of yourself as human. Go ahead and give it a try." Kip said as he waited to see if Nisha would be able to hang onto consciousness long enough to try and do it. If she did, her headache, fever and everything else would go away instantly. Nisha nodded, "They have been there since I woke up on the cliff edge. Haven't left my side since." She smiled proudly,"We love one another." Each time Kip said her name there was a familiar ring to it, and she couldn't place why or how. She just looked up at him for a moment and nodded,"I am going to try it." Nisia closed her eyes and took to the image of the leopard she has been seeing in her dreams. It was a beautiful leopard, one that she had come very familiar with. This is where her inner leopard as he put it wanted to come out to her, she was used to fighting it. Now she had to try and give herself over to it. After moments of doing just that her body began to shift, popping heard she cried out as it burned and then hurt to change. Then there she stood, a full leopard, her eyes open and for the first time in years she looked upon the others as a leopard. She took a few steps forward and rubbed against Kips leg, it was then Raise and Line walked over and met with her snout to snout. She purred softly and focused confused leopard eyes on the gentleman standing. Kip It had been downright torture to see Nisha's fully naked body in front of him for he'd never seen it before, but he knew that with the leopards watching it would not be professional to stare at her any longer than necessary. However, if they'd been alone Kip might have done more than just help her out, he would have lost himself in the vision that was Nisha's body. Trying to forget about that, Kip concentrated on helping Nisha shift back into the form she was most comfortable in, the form that she needed to shift into at least once a day, preferably three times a day that was the average. If they didn't, they would begin to experience headaches, fever and nausea along with other symptoms and if the shift was denied for longer than three years it was worse. She would at first seem to get better, and then they would fall into a constant state of sickness that nothing would be able to cure. During this time there was a one-year period where they would have enough strength to shift into their leopard form and if they shifted at any point in this time they would recover but if they still didn't and the period passed, they would fall into a coma. There were treatments to bring them out of this stage and back to the previous stage but in order for them to work they had to get the afflicted being in the first three days they had fallen into a coma. If they didn't the shifter would die within a week. Nisha had been gone almost three years since she disappeared two years ago and Kip had been gone for almost three so she had been dangerously close to the first part. Kip was glad that he had found Nisha when he had for it seemed as though she was going to get better quite fast now that they were trying to make her shift. He listened when she told him that she had woken up on the cliff edge, and they hadn't ever left her side, it sounded as though they recognized Nisha as kin and felt bound to protect her since she had not been able to take care of herself. He nodded when she told him that she was going to try it and hoped for the best. This could be her cure if she managed it. He knew she had found the switch when she cried out and the change started, and he saw her bones crack and reform and then a few moments later he was staring at a beautiful leopard. "That's my Nisha." Kip murmured almost inaudibly as he gazed at the stunning vision of the princess who was now in her natural form and looked down at her as he felt her rub against his leg and he heard her voice in his mind. It was something all leopards could do, speak to one another in their mind, but it only worked over a certain distance, if they were in the same general area they could communicate with each other. However, if Kip was back at the Clan and Nisha was still here in the woods the distance was too great, and they wouldn't be able to find each other mentally." Nisia. How does it feel?" He inquired mentally as he looked down at the leopard she had become. She looked up at him thoughtfully,"Like I was born for this." The two other leopards Rain and Line were sitting right beside her, each on one side. She swung her head to the front of the lair looking at the door then at Kip." Can you change? Into a leopard like me?" She inquired, stepping toward Kip raising her head proudly." Run with me Kip, I have had the dream of running for far too long. It's time to make my dream come true, I want to feel it now." She didn't know why, but she just knew that running through the forest with him by her side would be just what she needed to get her mind off of everything. It was hard to believe that he was really here, and that she was really this beautiful leopard she dreamt of so many nights. He smiled when she told him that it felt like she was born for this, and he nodded when Nisha asked if he could change into a leopard like her, and he inclined his head. Kip shed his clothing until he was totally naked - he didn't mind being bare in front of her - and placed it in the small pouch on his own leg and then let the shift happen as he ground his teeth together, not wanting to cry out in front of Nisha. The pain passed, and he was now a reddish leopard with golden stripes running up and down his body as he rumbled deep in his throat, purring his contentment that being with Nisha gave him." I'd love to run with you. Where to?" Kip inquired as he moved his large head from one side to another awaiting Nisha's desire for she had always taken control in their runs together for she was royalty and he was not. He loved to follow her and do whatever she wanted. It was enough to be with her, and he loved being around her as often as he could. What more could he ask for with Nisha by his side running with him in leopard form?" I will always be there for you."

The Long Lost Princess (Fireeyes And Saku)|rating:4.0

The Fox and the Trap [Atkinson & Reiji]

(hello there. I didn't expect anyone - almost nobody comes this way in the museum anymore. You may not believe it, but Phantoms weren't always a thing in our world. So, if you can, stay a while and listen. Our world has known the Phantoms for only a century out of its six thousand years of recorded history. That's not to say, though, that the Phantoms weren't always believed in: ghosts, spirits, angels, demons, gods - the Phantoms have gone under many names invented by man. No one knows why they disappeared, either, nor why they chose to return. What is known is that as time went on, and Phantoms became less perceptible by men, doubts as to their existence arose, were believed, and then dominated. This was the Renaissance, the time when religion began its slow waning death and the discipline called science, and its companions empiricism and rationality, emerged. Writings concerning the nature of the supernatural began to be dismissed, the thoughts of men who believed in irrational things not proven to exist. The supernatural became fiction. Until the Phantoms returned, in the year 1984. Though, it would not be correct to say they returned. The term you've heard is that they were Realized. See, the Phantoms had never really left- Man just became less capable of perceiving them. And as that ability diminished, so did the power of the Phantoms - for you see, the Phantoms draw strength from people realizing what they are. The more that acknowledge the existence of a Phantom, the more powerful that Phantom can become. So when Realization took place, and now all in our world were made capable of seeing Phantoms once more, they experienced an upsell in power unlike anything they had ever experienced. And with their new power, they set about their goals. Phantoms, you see, borrow a bit from lore given about ghosts - they exist because there is something keeping them here, something that brought them to being, something unfinished. They exist to carry out that task, but they can never truly complete it; it happens, over and over and over again, in an endless cycle. That can be beneficial, if the task is, say, opening the front door of a specific building. But far, far more often, it becomes twisted, destructive, disruptive to human society. That is where the Phantom Hunters come in. Along with Phantoms being Realized, men and women were, too - they found themselves endowed with special power to fight against the Phantoms, to combat them and banish them back to the Phantom Realm they hail from. However, being a Phantom Hunter - being Realized - has a price. Some part of you changes as a result of it, a sign that this is not just a simple person anymore. Now, for most Hunters, the change is small - hair color, eye color, something purely cosmetic. For others, though, this change is great, and far more noticeable. Phantom Hunters come in five - and only five - varieties. There are the Wardens - they are the public image of the Hunters - those whose powers allow them to combat Phantoms directly, or protect others from their wrath. There are the Chasers - capable of superhuman feats of agility and speed, who track a Phantom when it flees. There are the Artificers - their talents lie in objects. They are the craftsmen, the engineers, the rebuilders. There are the Arbiters - trained in Phantom lore and possessing supernatural senses to judge the Phantoms. And then there are the Wizards - rarest of all Hunters. The Wizards are the most powerful, capable of doing the jobs of all the other Hunters themselves. A team of Wizards is capable of nearly anything. The world responded differently to Phantom Realization. In the Far East, where lore of such things was part of the culture, and other similar places around the world, human response came quickly. Here in the West - and in our United States in particular - the urge to cling to science and rationality and dismiss these Phantoms as mass hallucinations or similar delusions was strong. Even after the 1989 acknowledgment of Phantoms as real beings by President Bush - an announcement that preceded the fall of the Soviet Union by a mere three weeks - persons denying the existence of Phantoms remained, and retained positions of power for some time after. They believed Phantoms were just some branch of science that we failed to understand yet, like how Man of old failed to understand bacteria, viruses, and atoms. These were the Sullies - named after a figure in media who retained a similar outlook. The Sullies are almost all gone now...the last remnants of their age. Once the United States had recognized that Realization did occur, Phantom Hunters - who had been operating privately for years in the dark - came out into the light. They organized into companies, and Phantom Hunting became a full-time business. There were those who argued that dealing with Phantoms should be an extension of local law enforcement - a special division, like SWAT. The problem was that not only were the Phantoms so different compared to anything else the police dealt with, but also thattechnicallythe job of police was to investigate crime. And while no one debated that Phantoms were destructive...criminals? It seemed a bit of a stretch. So, Hunter companies became a industry. And in their wake grew new opportunities - schools for training nascent Phantom Hunters, positions on Phantom lore opened at various mundane organizations, manufacturing for Phantom Hunter equipment...the list goes on. What was more, those that had argued in the United States for Hunters to be a public service got a punch in the nose when the 2008 housing market collapse happened. The strength and vitality - in an economic sense - of the Phantom Hunter industry saved the domestic economy and what could have been a recession that lasted for over a decade instead was over in three short years. That's not to say, though, that the industry has been all positives. It was only a few years after 2008 that the Social Justice movement began - and the companies were caught in it, too. Hunter companies accused of racism, of failing to employ enough persons of...oh, pick a race, it was probably said at some point. This, even though it was widely known that you could notchooseto be Realized, to be a Phantom Hunter. Within five years of its emergence, the Social Justice movement was dead - recognized for the authoritarian power grab that it was - but old resentments still lingered for some time on. Which brings me to the story I wish to tell you today - that of San Francisco, and of one particular group of Hunters. For you see, in the year 2031, as the next Presidential election cycle began to slowly spin up, a conspiracy targeted San Francisco. Their goal? Nothing short of the destruction of the whole city...or so the story goes. This is the story of those Hunters who stopped the conspiracy, and saved the city...(Reagan Phantom Arbiter- 5Holy Moonlight Blade- 4Expert Profiler- 4 Weakness:Actually a Boy Today was the day that they were supposed to be getting someone new. And as the 'FNG' of Dog patch Municipal Protection Services, Sammy had been assigned the duty of going to the airport to pick them up. Of course, Sammy had been the FNG for the last five years since he had managed to wrangle a recruitment with one of San Francisco's biggest Phantom Hunter outfits. It had helped that Sammy had graduated from an excellent Phantom Hunter school with top marks and one of the highest Arbiter ratingseverin the history of the school. His talent at profiling Terrorists - those rare individuals who intentionally invoked a Phantom - was a bonus. Still, even with the job (which paid quite well), it hadn't all been good. Partly because of his particular Realization - Sammy was what the online world termed a 'trap.' That was, a boy who looked and sounded like a girl. (With one major exception.) People actually had to check his ID twice to make sure that the big M printed on it for gender was not a mistake. And part of it had been that while he had technically been assigned to a team, he never really had a partner, per se. Some of the older Hunters refused to work with the 'she-boy,' and the younger teams (like the one he was on) already had an even number of Hunters, and management was reluctant to break up a team that worked. Plus, as an Arbiter, they were one of the more solo types to begin with. But that was changing, today. Dog patch was supposed to be getting a new Hunter, and they had determined she would be assigned to work with Sammy as his partner. Which is why he was standing at San Francisco International, near the company car he'd taken to get here, holding a sign:'Natalie McKinnon' (McKinnon Phantom Chaser- 5Keen Senses- 4History Nerd- 4 Weakness:Small Town Girlie had been a short flight. Initially, Nat had balked at the idea of flying from Redding to San Francisco rather than simply driving down, but the powers that be at Dog patch had insisted. Who was she to argue? A little less than a month ago, the college-aged girl figured that the Summit Phantom Agency in Redding was about as far as she'd get in life. She had, after all, no particularly specialized training after she'd finished high school, and rated herself capable in a mediocre sort of way. When the Dog patch Municipal Protection Service from down south had pursued a target out Redding's way and requested Summit's assistance, working with such professionals made her keenly aware of the world of difference between the two. Less than 24 hours after they rolled into town, she'd found the Phantom they were looking for. That was her job, after all, and she was just doing what she was supposed to do. The matter had been resolved quickly, and the fox-tailed girl expected things to go back to normal after the fancy big-city folk went away. However, just a few days later she'd received an unexpected call with an offer so overwhelming that she couldn't refuse. She'd felt bad at first, she'd made friends at Summit, after all. People she knew and trusted; but even they had all told her to accept the Dog patch position. The farewell party was something to remember, and Nat had boarded the small jet in less than ideal shape. After landing, she really didn't know what to expect. After being pushed by the debarking crowd, she'd felt a little lost. People stared, although that was nothing new; the vast majority of people who were Realized managed to come away relatively unscathed, with small changes to the color of their eyes or hair. Not so for Natalie, whose ears were now pointed, fur-covered, and stood at the top of her head. This was also to say nothing of her tail: the long, bushy appendage that was nearly as big as the rest of her. Sometimes she could hide her ears under a hat, but there was no disguising her tail. It had become a source of pride. Meandering through the terminal, she spotted her name on a sign. It was the sort of thing that seemed like it was out of a movie, and at first she was reluctant to approach. The idea that art imitates life, and that this person was actually here for her soon prevailed though. She approached, inquiring as she drew close, "you're from the Dog patch Municipal Protection Service?" (Reagan Phantom Arbiter- 5Holy Moonlight Blade- 4Expert Profiler- 4 Weakness:Actually a Boy In contrast, Sammyhatedhis Realization. He still had a picture of what he had looked like before he had Realized, in his later teenage years. He would not have called himself the most masculine boy, but he would have called the person in the picture boy. Not like what he was now. People who bumped into him on the street offered 'Sorry, Miss;' at the department stores people in the cosmetics department tried to stop him to sample their 'new fragrance;' and worst of all...clothes. Sammy was stuck between a rock and three hard places. To be clear - hewantedto wear the clothes he should have worn: guy jeans and boxers and their sort. But his body did not agree with him there. As a result, he'd had to spend more than a little bit of his paycheck in clothes ordered online. That required measurements, which Sammy had to learn how to take himself. And even then, he'd needed help sometimes with them. At least he didn't have to go what he'd done when he still lived at home - they'd had to alternate between looking on the smaller side for girls, or looking on the older side for kids. He thanked small fortunes that being a Hunter took up much of his time. Dating would be a disaster. Why did he have to end up like this? If his Realization was going to be so extreme, he'd rather...rather...that was when he spotted Natalie. Yeah, like her. She was a girl, he could tell (Sammy had gotten very good at noticing the differences in how boys and girls walked). Pause. That was when it dawned on him - she was a Realized girl. More likely than not, she was probably here for the job. But no, Realizations could be anyone, and she might just be visiting the city. So he waited, until she approached." Yes," he responded to her. Sammy still mentally cringed at the sound of his own voice at times - it sounded cute and girly, not even a bit androgynous. He just hoped she didn't freak out when she realized that he was going to be her partner, and what precisely he was. "I am. Are you Natalie?" (McKinnon Phantom Chaser- 5Keen Senses- 4History Nerd- 4 Weakness:Small Town Girl"In the flesh, yep," she replied with a flourishing swish of her tail. She adjusted the pair of straps that were slung over her shoulder, purse and gym bag respectively. Nat had traveled light, with the expectation that she would be able to buy a lot in the city in the meantime, eventually having her personal belongings from back home brought down once she knew where she was staying." You know," the platinum haired girl added, planting a fist on her hip, "at first I thought it was kind of silly to fly rather than drive, considering Redding isn't that far away, but this actually works out for the best. I have no idea where we're going."" Lead the way, uhm. , " Natalie invited a response upon realizing she didn't have a name to put to the face. She probably should have asked for a name right at the outset, but Nat wasn't the most socially adept person, so instead the fox-eared girl sheepishly smiled and wagged her tail a little more. Appearing at least a little cheerful was probably her best hope for a good for first impression at this point, she thought. (Reagan Phantom Arbiter- 5Holy Moonlight Blade- 4Expert Profiler- 4 Weakness:Actually a Boy"Well, as I understand it, we're going to be headed to the office first, to make sure everything's official, and then after that, it'll be apartment hunting in the area - I know the boss has been checking the listings for vacancies nearby." Sammy knew becausehehad been roped in to help with the search. "Unless you want to stay in the overnight on a permanent basis, but I don't really know anyone who managed that for more than six months since I've been here." The company had a room set aside with three sets of bunk beds - that was the overnight, for those who didn't want to leave the office. It was used in an on-off basis: most people preferred having an actual place to go home to." Sammy, Sammy Reagan," he replied to her when she prompted for a name. "It's not in stone yet - not until you talk to the boss - but as I understand it, you're going to be my partner. So, uhm...welcome." He offered a short smile. Part of him told him to blurt out what he was, just get it all out of the way, let her know what was going on. But he didn't - old habit, not wanting people to judge him too quickly. Especially when the person in question was going to be working with him." The car's outside, we just need the rest of your bags. Or did you only bring those?" Whatever the answer was, once they were gathered, they headed out to the car. It was a small hatchback - they were expecting only two people and a set of bags in the car. (McKinnon Phantom Chaser- 5Keen Senses- 4History Nerd- 4 Weakness:Small Town Girl"It's nice to meet you, Sammy," Nat cheerfully replied, her tail continuing to swish back and forth. It was difficult to tell if it was something she was intentionally doing or if her tail had a mind of its own, either way, she continued as they walked, "just these, yep. I really wasn't sure how this was all going to turn out, so packing light seemed the better way to go. I figured I'd be shacked up in a hotel for a few days before we got everything sorted out regardless."" Didn't think I'd be meeting with the higher-higher-ups so soon, though," she quietly adds, slowing a moment to look down at her rather casual attire, a simple pair of blue jeans and a black"So. Partners, huh?" the fox-eared woman says as she approaches the car, "I guess that means you're probably not a Chaser. But based off of things so far, I imagine we should get along well enough. But I didn't think I'd be meeting with the higher-ups so soon, though." She looks down at her rather casual attire, a simple pair of form-fitting blue jeans and a loose, metallic black top with spaghetti straps, appearing a little uncertain, "do you think I should change, or will this be okay?" (Reagan Phantom Arbiter- 5Holy Moonlight Blade- 4Expert Profiler- 4 Weakness:Actually a Boy"It's nice to meet you, too." He replied. "Hotel may or may not be the case. You might be asked to spend a couple of days in the overnight, or one of us might put you up until your apartment's all set and ready to be moved into." Sammy knew that as Natalie's presumptive partner, he would probably be the first in line to be asked to share his space with the new girl. That was going to make things awkward, because then there would be absolutely no Wayne could hide the truth from her. "Yeah. Partners. And you're right, I'm not. I'm actually an Arbiter. They figured they would want to give me someone who...well, I'm sure you can figure it out for yourself. I hear you're pretty smart." Then the matter of her garb came up. "Oh, you're fine. The Boss doesn't really care about stuff like that - he's kinda nice that way - unless we're meeting with a client in an official capacity. Within the company, it's pretty much dress as you like. Plus...did you send over measurements for your Chaser suit, or do those need to be taken before it can start to be made?" Because of the requirements of their job, Chasers needed to wear specialized gear when they were out doing fieldwork. Natalie probably had a Chaser suit at her previous job, but it would certainly have been a more basic model compared to what she would be getting here. (McKinnon Phantom Chaser- 5Keen Senses- 4History Nerd- 4 Weakness:Small Town Girl"I actually had to go to the CSU Redding and go through their imaging chamber," Nat answers, elaborating further, "that was a couple of weeks back, after I got the orientation package. Whatever you guys use for a Chaser Suit, it sounds like a whole other world compared to what I had before. It'll be... interesting to try on, based on what I've read." She doesn't dwell on the topic long, however, returning to the matter of residence, "hopefully I'm not shacked up in the office for too long, if at all. The sooner I can get settled in, the better, you know? I think I've got a lot of settling to do. I was in LA once when I was nine, but that about sums up my experience with bigger cities. What about you? Are you a local? You're definitely not from Redding." (Reagan Phantom Arbiter- 5Holy Moonlight Blade- 4Expert Profiler- 4 Weakness:Actually a Boy"Okay. Then the Artificer will want you to try it on, at least, before you leave to go apartment hunting." After that, he dropped the subject, letting it migrate back to the previous topic. "Yeah... I'm a local, I was born here in San Francisco. I've been to a couple of the smaller outlying towns around the city, but that was when I was working a job for the company. Otherwise, pretty much lived here all my life." There were the usual vacations, of course, but those had somewhat stopped after Sammy Realized." Actually, I wasn't going to say this, but the boss will probably want me to help you look for apartments. Since I'm from the city and all that, I can tell you if it's a solid enough place. Though people know Phantom Hunters are good for business; they won't try and skimp you." He made a left turn. "We've got about another ten, maybe fifteen minutes, if traffic is bad, before we get to the office." (McKinnon Phantom Chaser- 5Keen Senses- 4History Nerd- 4 Weakness:Small Town Girl"I won't say no to a hand apartment hunting, but if you've got other things you need to do, don't let me tie up the rest of your day," Natalie says, watching the trappings of the city go by in her window, "this might be new territory for me, but I'm pretty capable. Besides, depending on what time we get done with things at the office, apartment hunting might wind up being on tomorrow's menu instead."" It's good that you're familiar with the city though," she adds with a bit of a laugh, "because with a partner like you, now I won't have to drive quite so much. I wasn't looking forward to city driving." (Reagan Phantom Arbiter- 5Holy Moonlight Blade- 4Expert Profiler- 4 Weakness:Actually a Boy"Oh...no, the Boss made sure I wouldn't have any cases to do the first few days you're here." Sammy explained. "Officially, you're hired today, but you don't have to report to work for another three days - apartment hunting, getting it furbished, adjusting to the city...that's what I'm being paid for the next three days, too." At least he would be doing something, Sammy reflected; there were quite a few days in his memory where he just showed up to the office and did paperwork." The stuff at the office shouldn't take long. Just a couple of hours to have you sign the contract, meet the rest of the team you'll be working with, and have the Artificer check out that you fit into your Chaser suit. At the latest, it'll be about time for dinner when we finish. Though, that's only if a couple of things happen. Which aren't likely. You said a body image scan of you was sent over here?" (McKinnon Phantom Chaser- 5Keen Senses- 4History Nerd- 4 Weakness:Small Town Girl"Yeah," the fox-eared woman nodded, her gaze returning to the interior of the car, "that's what they asked for. Based off of the description, I kind of got the impression that making the suit is actually pretty involved. Apparently when the suit's material warms from the heat of your body it contracts a little, so the precision scan was needed to make sure it would be consistent all over. Like, I imagine that if you were to wear it, it'd probably be a bit tighter in some places."" And because the bodysuit fabric is virtually frictionless, it sounds like it's really tricky to make something out of," she continues, shifting in her seat a little to try and get her tail into a more comfortable position. Compact car seats and bushy tails were not the best of companions. Natalie keeps talking through it all, however, accustomed to such things, "but it's definitely way, way higher tech than what I was using before. That thing was mostly rubber with some armor padding, and it was awful to have to be in on a hot day." This thought leaves Natalie with an amused smile on her face, "our Arbiters didn't have to wear anything like that though, so I'm assuming you're in the same boat here." (Reagan Phantom Arbiter- 5Holy Moonlight Blade- 4Expert Profiler- 4 Weakness:Actually a Boy"Yeah. The guy who made it - we have one team of office Artificers on-staff - got help from another one to make it in the time between when you agreed to join, and they still barely managed to make it. I think they finished it...two days ago? Normally, they usually just need to repair or do maintenance on our gear; having to actually make something that had a deadline? They haven't done that in a while." He nodded when she mentioned how it would fit tighter against him. "Yes, I would imagine that to be the case." Sammy let her go on talking about the suit, listening as he made a few turns. "Most Arbiters don't. Thereistechnically something that I have, but I usually don't take it out and wear it unless I'm going somewhere I know I could get into trouble. Since most of the work I do at the company is assessment - figuring out what a particular Phantom is - it's not often that I have it." (McKinnon Phantom Chaser- 5Keen Senses- 4History Nerd- 4 Weakness:Small Town Girl"Understandable," Nat replies, "you're actually kinda what I originally expected to be when I was first picked up as a Hunter. Little did I know, they squeezed me into some rubber and tossed me out into the field. Didn't even tell me that I'd have a talent for it or anything."" So be warned, they can wrap you up in skin-tight duds and toss you to the Phantoms at any moment," the fox-eared woman says with a grin, trying to wag her tail before quickly remembering the car interior's space limitations, continuing in a light-hearted fashion, "because bosses gleefully delight in the suffering of their employees." (Reagan Phantom Arbiter- 5Holy Moonlight Blade- 4Expert Profiler- 4 Weakness:Actually a Boy Quote from: Atkinson on 12-05-2016, 04:13:08"...you're actually kinda what I originally expected to be when I was first picked up as a Hunter..." While it was only for a moment, when Sammy heard that, he took in bit of a different way. "O-oh...really?" Then he realized what she meant - being an Arbiter, not a Chaser. "...right, of course, you've probably seen the shows on television when you were growing up. Most of those shows really only have Wardens and Arbiters - they'll throw in a Wizard here and there, but like most things in television, it's not quite true to life." He tried to stuff back in his mental closet the feelings that Natalie's statement had provoked. So, he changed the subject. "Uhm, I assume you like food...what do you like? There are a lot of places around here, and I've gotten to know them all pretty well - Hunters don't exactly have the time to run out when they're working, so we'll either call for delivery, or they'll send me around to pick it up." As she spoke more to Sammy, it would be clear - at least a little - that the young Arbiter tended to get treated as the office gopher. (McKinnon Phantom Chaser- 5Keen Senses- 4History Nerd- 4 Weakness:Small Town Girl"Oh no, as a student of history I had a pretty good idea about how all this worked," Natalie tries to explain, laughing a little, "and it's just because... I'm, well, a student of history and wasn't ever really a star athlete or anything, I figured, if ever I was going to be a Hunter I wasn't going to be a particularly physical one." She shakes her head, still amused at the way things have turned out. But when Sam brings up food, Nat is quick to jump on the topic. She hadn't eaten yet at all today, having stayed up late, woken up late, and had rushed to make her flight. Wasting no time, she answers, "anything that's mostly meat and starches, nothing too spicy. Not terribly adventurous, I know. I blame it on my Realization, which I think changed me a little more than just giving me my tail and transforming my ears. Oh, and deep-fried stuff!"" Also, if that's how it is at the office, now that I've been brought on you might get a bit of a reprieve," the Oregonian tries to offer her driver a glimpse of light at the end of the tunnel, "I'll probably be the low man on the totem pole now." (Reagan Phantom Arbiter- 5Holy Moonlight Blade- 4Expert Profiler- 4 Weakness:Actually a Boy"Oh." So she wasn't your typical Chaser...then again, he had really no right to judge her based on appearance, he reminded himself. Thankfully, food came around. "Uh, let's see... I think the boss wanted you to look at a place a few streets over from where the office is. Oh, that reminds me - expect the boss to try and put you in a situation where you practice your talents on a regular basis. What I mean is...a couple of our Chasers live in the area, so they run to work, rather than take public transit or a company car. Same with our nearby Wardens. It's not required, but there's a bonus to your paycheck if you do." He switched back. "There's a Mongolian barbecue place around there, I think. It's a bit unique - you get in line and pick what you want, and they'll cook it right there, and give it back to you to eat." They were just a couple of minutes away, now. "Maybe. We'll see how it turns out. You'll definitely round out the team; we've been just three Hunters for a while, now." Turning the last corner, they would be able to see the office sign hanging out over the building - before it was a Hunter office, it had been a former mechanic's shop. (McKinnon Phantom Chaser- 5Keen Senses- 4History Nerd- 4 Weakness:Small Town Girl Nat seems amused by the incentive paycheck idea, "well, that's certainly a creative approach. They didn't do anything like that in Redding. There also wasn't any fancy Mongolian places to eat at, so that'll definitely be interesting to give a shot. Hopefully it's good, and hopefully a nearby apartment works out because then I'll be able to eat there along the way."" Three, huh? Yourself and two Wardens, I'm guessing," Natalie observes, "since I'm guessing you were without a Chaser and there's probably only one Wizard in the whole outfit, if that." (Reagan Phantom Arbiter- 5Holy Moonlight Blade- 4Expert Profiler- 4 Weakness:Actually a Boy"When you get contracts - and reputations - as big as ours, you have a little more money to spread around with your staff. A lot of that goes into the materials for gear - like your suit - but some of it manages to make its way over to us. I should say that while we pay pretty well, we're hardly the best-paying company in town. Two of our Wardens - they're married - have been working here for eight years, together. Theyjustput a down payment on a rather nice house on the other side of the Golden Gate, outside the city, about six months back." Sammy went on. "Actually, the outfit hasthreeWizards, the most percentage-wise of any Hunter company in the city. It helps that the boss is one himself, and is on pretty good terms with the local Hunter training schools. But we're not lucky enough to have one. We're Team E - we get the more...mundane, if you can call anything related to the Phantoms mundane, jobs. It'll be you, me, one Warden, and an Artificer who has a...unique gift." He turned the car into one of the open bay doors, which then closed behind them. "Alright, everybody out." (McKinnon Phantom Chaser- 5Keen Senses- 4History Nerd- 4 Weakness:Small Town Girl"Yeah, I was looking at places on the flight over. The prices here are crazy," the fox-tailed woman had replied as the small car entered the parade, "I can kinda understand why Dog patch pays as they do."" Two, three, meh, I was close," Nat cheerfully remarked with a shrug of her shoulders when Sam put the car into park. Climbing out of the car, she continued, "an artificer on a field team? Seems a little unconventional from what I know, but I guess if we're Team E, that's probably just how it is. I'm going to guess there's no Team F or anything, either."" It's okay for me to leave my bag in there," she inquired, stretching her arms and swishing her tail, "or after my fitting and grand tour will we be trekking on foot?" (Reagan Phantom Arbiter- 5Holy Moonlight Blade- 4Expert Profiler- 4 Weakness:Actually a Boy"I wasn't kidding when I said our Artificer was unique," Sammy replied to her question. "She...you'll meet her, soon enough, and I think after that meeting, you'll understand. And no, just Teams A through E. We technically have the least seniority, so we're Team E. If there's another put together here - which is unlikely, we're almost straining capacity already - it'll be Team F." Climbing out of the car, he closed the door." That depends on you. If you're hungry, and want to put off looking first, we can walk over to the Mongolian place, it's just two or three streets over. After that, we can look. If you want to settle on a place right away, the biggest cluster of potentials, we'll need to drive for that. There's six within a two block radius, but it's more than a ten-minute jog." (McKinnon Phantom Chaser- 5Keen Senses- 4History Nerd- 4 Weakness:Small Town Girl Whatever Sam was hinting at with their Artificer, Nat chalked it up to a quirk of Realization. Although for most people, it manifested in a fairly minor change, for others like Natalie herself, the effect was a little more pronounced. Others still, she'd presumed, could be altered to even more extremes." Well, I'll leave 'em here for now. Somehow, I don't expect I'll be walking away with an apartment tonight," the woman with the platinum hair stated, "so let's not get too ahead of ourselves. Playing it by ear after the grand tour and seeing how well this suit fits and stuff is probably best." Hallmarks of a Chaser. Go from moment to moment, and don't plot out too much in advance, because you never know when things might go awry. (Reagan Phantom Arbiter- 5Holy Moonlight Blade- 4Expert Profiler- 4 Weakness:Actually a Boy"Alright," Sammy replied, as he led her to the main office. "The boss is inside. I'll go and round up the rest of Team E; by the time you're done in there, I should have them all here so they can meet you." He indicated the door. "Best not to keep him waiting - as it is, we have a pretty full rest of the day already." After that point, Natalie would presumably go inside to meet the head of the company. Sammy headed off, both to gather the rest of the new team, and check in and see if they were getting ready for Natalie's suit fitting." You must be Natalie McKinnon," the man seated at the desk replied when she came in. "Well, come on, take a seat, I've got your contract here somewhere on this desk...just pardon me for a minute while I put it all together. Everything go okay? I know that moving to a new city - especially one like ours, which is above and beyond a place like Redding - can be a bit of a chore. Though, that's why I put a couple of your teams on the case of helping you out as you're getting adjusted." (McKinnon Phantom Chaser- 5Keen Senses- 4History Nerd- 4 Weakness:Small Town Girl"I am she. It's nice to finally meet you face to face, Mr... Mr...," the Chaser trailed off, looking a little flustered and embarrassed for not remembering his name, "I'm terribly sorry. I know you'd said your name over the phone, but I don't think I'd heard it since, and it's been a few weeks." She confidently sallied on nevertheless, answering his concerns as he sorted out the things he needed to sort, "I think moving in general can be taxing, I'm not sure if coming to here is any more or less bad than anywhere else. But I'm pretty independent, though, so nothing's really seemed troublesome so far. Sammy seems pleasant enough. I'm certain everything'll get itself sorted out over time." (Reagan Phantom Arbiter- 5Holy Moonlight Blade- 4Expert Profiler- 4 Weakness:Actually a Boy Within a few minutes, Sammy had already found the other members of Team E and let them know he was back from the airport with their newest hire, who would be assigned to their team. Satisfied that they would be heading down to wait outside the boss' private office for her to emerge, he went over to the workshops to see if Natalie's suit was ready. It was - so after the introductions were made, they could bring her over to the shop to have her try it out. But, back at the office..." It's Grimm. And yes, I've heard the jokes before," he replied kindly to Natalie. "Please, come, take a seat." She would be able to spot a nameplate on his desk, half-hidden under various items that sat atop it. It wasn't all visible, but given how much of it was, his first name wasprobablyJonathan. "You don't need to stand on formalities with me; around the office, I'm just Boss, you'll hear everyone use it whenever we have an in-house round table. Ah, here it is!" He pulled a thin file out of a drawer that was apparently built-into the desk. The desk itself was rather unique - one of those old hand-carved wooden jobs, rather than the metallic industrial look that she had come to know in Redding." Alright, so just to review... Natalie McKinnon, age twenty-one, previous three years of work experience at the Summit Phantom Agency as a Phantom Chaser. Hired after a couple of basic screenings and informal job assessment on a case that happened a few weeks ago. That's the basic outline of your particular history. Here, if you want to look over your contract, it's right in here." Grimm passed her the file. "Fairly basic stuff, you heard it over the phone a few days ago, but I'll summarize it for you. Dog patch has five teams - A through E - that engage in active Phantom work throughout the city. You're being assigned to Team E, as their one and only Chaser. You've already met your partner - Sammy should have picked you up from the airport." He continued. "You'll be expected to work the usual forty-hour workweek, nine to five, Monday through Friday. That should be nothing new by you. However, something that we do here at Dog patch is new, so I'll go over it with you, which is how we handle the graveyard hours. As part of Team E, one week a month you'll be responsible for any and all Phantom calls that happen during the night, as well as on the weekends. If you are called out for such an occurrence, you'll be compensated at overtime wages - double standard pay - for the time." Natalie would be able to remember the salary they'd quoted to her over the phone - that, at least, hadn't gotten lost in the flurry of activity. They had agreed to pay her a third more than what she had been making at Summit. Double for night or weekend calls would be nice." With me so far?" (McKinnon Phantom Chaser- 5Keen Senses- 4History Nerd- 4 Weakness:Small Town Girl Natalie had accepted the offered chair, curling her tail up and over her lap and resting her arms over top of it as the Boss had gone over things, nodding whenever he glanced at her after detailing some point of her brief Chaser past. He'd slid her contract towards her, and she'd leaned forward to pick it up." It's not unreasonable," Nat almost distractedly answers as she reads over the fine print, a habit she'd picked up from her parents. Things more or less were as she expected, and not all that different from the terms she'd worked on at Summit. There were some quirks when it came to the precision of some of the wording, but overall it was probably less stringent than the terms she'd agreed to in Redding. After planting her signature in triplicate, she slid the contract back towards Jonathan, "that's that, then?" Sorry about taking so long, Meiji! Life shenanigans. :P (Reagan Phantom Arbiter- 5Holy Moonlight Blade- 4Expert Profiler- 4 Weakness:Actually a Boy"For the most part," Grimm replied to her. "There are three quick things I want to mention before you get fitted and meet the rest of your team. Sammy might have told you about this, but we offer financial incentives for people who regularly practice their skills in off-hours ways. Being a Chaser, the most obvious would be running to travel here, rather than taking public transit or other transportation. We can discuss the specifics later, but I want you to know we do it. Second, during the weekends we offer cross-training with other squads, when you're not on-call. People find it useful to help pick up skills and other techniques. Lastly, while none of us actually live here, we do keep a room set aside for people who need to sleep on a temporary basis." And that was it - Natalie was now free to go about her business. She would find Sammy waiting outside. "The others will be here in a minute - head up to the workshop to try out your suit. Giving her the directions around the place, she would be able to find the shop and the suit - black and definitely higher-grade than what she wore at Summit - and the Artificer who would help her out with it. While she was there, Sammy would show up with the other two on the team.NP. (McKinnon Phantom Chaser- 5Keen Senses- 4History Nerd- 4 Weakness:Small Town Girl The Boss had proven pleasant enough in person just as he had on the phone. Sammy had mentioned the skills incentive thing as well, which was a prospect that she'd found kind of funny at first, but the more she thought on it the more feasible it seemed. All depending on where she wound up living, of course. After being dismissed, she'd rejoined her teammate outside, who promptly directed her to the "workshop". She'd nodded, smiled, wagged her tail a little, and mounted the stairwell. The whole of the upstairs appeared to be the workshop in question, with assorted weaponry and other devices scattered here and there. It was kind of a mess, but she could understand and appreciate it all the same, certain there was a sort of 'madman's order' to it all, organized and sorted in a way that made sense to someone passionate about what they did. Most projects she'd worked on back in school had built towards their climax similarly, random and nonsensical piles of books and paper that made no sense to anyone but her. She spied what was probably her new Chasing Suit unceremoniously laid out on a table slightly off to the side. The lights in the room glinted off the fabric, which suggested to her that it wouldn't be all that different from what she'd used while in the employ of Summit in spite of having read orientation documentation that suggested it was very different. She'd know soon enough." Hello?" Natalie cautiously ventured. Sammy had said there was an Artificer up her, but she didn't see or hear anyone. (Reagan Phantom Arbiter- 5Holy Moonlight Blade- 4Expert Profiler- 4 Weakness:Actually a Boy It was a moment later that another door in the workshop opened, and who was presumably the Artificer in question came in. It was another woman, though obviously a bit less Realized - though her two differing eye colors gave her away. "Sorry, was just making the last checks on the suit itself. You must be Natalie! It's nice to meet you. I'm Amaranth, one of the Artificers for Dog patch. I helped make your suit, which I've got right here." With that, she unfurled it and let Natalie see it. It was black, with a little golden V-like mark just under the neck. "I understand you came from a company where there wasn't necessarily a lot of money spent on gear. Well, good news, you're getting quite the upgrade with this. For one thing, you probably needed some help to get into your previous suit. This one? Is self-sealing." Amaranth handed the suit over to Natalie. "Go ahead and get it on, while I explain a little bit more about it." There were a number of special features, she continued. "There's specially crafted Phantom wards - another of our Artificers has the special ability to make them - integrated into the suit. It was actually pretty difficult to do, because we had to sandwich them between the inner and outer layers of the suit. The wards should help you resist Phantom attacks and other such phenomena. The exterior is made out of a special weave of materials, so in case you happen to fall or encounter some environmental hazard, you won't walk away with a bunch of scrapes and gashes. Just be careful, since the suit doesn't totally cover you." (McKinnon Phantom Chaser- 5Keen Senses- 4History Nerd- 4 Weakness:Small Town Girl"I'm Nat, yeah. Just Nat is fine," the fox-tailed woman cheerfully amended, wagging her tail happily, "it's nice to meet you, Amaranth!" When she first took hold of it, it very nearly slipped out of her grasp! Natalie's ears popped up in surprise as she quickly got a more firm hold on the suit, her suit, "wow! It's really slippery!"" At Summit, it was mostly just a rubber suit with some wards on it," Nat continued, elaborating on her experience, "it was a pain to get into, and there was this awful powder you had to use to make it less, well, sticky. But after a hard day, you'd be pretty sweaty, and it was kinda sticky regardless."" Back when I first started, I used to wonder if it was just a gimmick to get a girl into something form-fitting," she mused to the Artificer with a chuckle. Temporarily laying the suit aside, she began undressing. Although when she'd originally become a Chaser she'd struggled a little with modesty at first, that was all in the past now; the idea of disrobing and suiting up regardless of the circumstance didn't bother her in the least, "but I was their only Chaser when I first started, and it wasn't until several months down the road that we got another, and I discovered guys got the same treatment."" I didn't mind seeing him," she added, sounding amused as she stepped out of the puddle of jeans that had formed at her feet and fiddled with two snaps above her tail before pulling the straps of the loose, shimmery leotard she'd used as her top, down over her shoulders. Her eyes met with Amaranth's as she did so, defensively remarking, "they're sometimes a pain when you need to go to the can, but onesies don't chafe under your tail, when you have a tail, the way panties do." Unclasping her bra, it joined the rest of her street clothes in short order. In her experience, it seemed best to wear nothing else but a Chasing Suit, and even the Dog patch orientation material she'd gotten had borne this same idea out. Still, she'd encountered a few other Chasers in the past, including the one hired after her at Summit, who'd continued to wear underwear underneath their Chasing Suits. Not that she could be too harsh a critic, since in her earliest days she'd done the same. The idea of not bothering, she supposed, was something everyone had to discover for themselves. Taking up her new suit, which once more threatened to slip out of her grasp before she remembered, she tentatively stepped into it one leg at a time. It was cool against her skin, feeling almost like she was stepping into a shallow liquid, or like being dipped in paint. Snugging it over her hips and nestling a V-shaped split just underneath her tail, she cheerfully exclaimed, "you have no idea how nice it is to have a hole for my tail! I pretty much always have to fix my clothes myself!" Halfway in, she leaned down to feed her arms into the suit's sleeves, sorting out the finer details of making sure extremities like her fingers were smoothly covered before trying to pull the upper part of the suit over her shoulders. Closing the suit's back just above the base of her tail, Natalie returned to a proper upright position which pulled the rest of the suit nicely into place and sealing the rest of the back!" It's actually not as tight as I--," she didn't finish her sentence before she started feeling the effects of suit tightening around her, warming to her body's temperature. It squeezed her, pulling down on her shoulders and up between her legs. The pressure of the suit closing in on her made her acutely aware of her shape. Although she'd reconciled her lack of well-endowment in her post-school years, Natalie's breasts were compressed to near flatness, and the way the suit's center seam rubbed against her seemed positively indecent! Ironic, considering her thoughts on modesty earlier. She could feel the color in her cheeks, "is... is it supposed to feel this way?" Stepping into the thicker, heavier boots, she found clasps on her legs to attach them to, to prevent them from slipping off. The gloves were much the same. Reaching up, she frictionlessly ran a hand down her side. Excitedly, she proclaimed, "man, I'm so smooth in this thing! Nothing will be able to hold onto me!" Simply wearing this Chasing Suit was exhilarating! She could feel herself breathing quicker, watching the gleaming light move and shift over her sleek, black-clad body as she looked down at herself! Nat excitedly fanned the air with her tail. (Reagan Phantom Arbiter- 5Holy Moonlight Blade- 4Expert Profiler- 4 Weakness:Actually a Boy"Yes, the material of the outer surface is rather so. If you need to have a grip on it, try the inside. One of the things we try and do - and we can do this, because we have a bigger budget than your average Hunter organization like Summit - is balance both the functionality of the suit and the ability to get it on and off. We could make a state-of-the-art Chasing Suit, spare no expense, but it would take time to get into. Which means either putting on the Suit every time you come into work, if you want to always be prepared, or its reverse. This one, you can get in and out of it, and its accessories, in about a minute or so." Once Natalie had gotten used to putting it on and taking it off, anyway. As she would discover when she stepped into the Suit, the interior material would gently stick to her body. "Since we knew we were making the outside as frictionless as possible, we made the decision to use material on the inside that would help the Suit adhere to your body. Having more surface area that the suit can stick to is a definite plus," Amaranth told her. "You can thank the body scan you had for that particular detail. Another one of our Hunters - a Warden - has a Realization similar to you, so we've had feedback in the past on things like Chaser Suits or Warden Armor about them. Though, I will confess, the decision to leave a space for your tail was partly also influenced by economic concerns. But I suppose I can talk about that another time." She went on. "One of the nice side effects you'll be getting is that thanks to the suit's particular construction, you shouldn't have much trouble with particularly high or low temperatures. I'd tell you about the specifics, but it's lots of technical jargon and Hunter Science concepts. Either way, you'll be able to stay cool on hot days and warm on cold ones. Plus or minus a factor of how much you run." Watching as the suit sealed up - and then tightened around Nat's frame - Amaranth explained. "While we were able to make the Phantom Wards in-house, we did have to buy the material to make your suit. Even given your size, we needed to conserve fabric as much as possible, so stinging to be rather snug. There is a bit of give to it, but not a ton. Your Suit was pretty much made for you, or for someone close to you in shape and height. It was expensive, making this for you, which is why the Boss has your contract at five years rather than the standard three; the extra time is meant for you to be working to pay back Dog patch the cost of it." It was at about this time that Sammy showed up again, with presumably the other two members (of team E - a man, taller than any of the rest of them, and definitely well-built in his physicality. The other was a girl - while Natalie had come to grips with the fact that she was not well-endowed, the other clearly had come to grips that she was, and her clothing showed it ("Other than the snugness, everything feel okay?" Amaranth asked as a bit of a final question, to wrap up the fitting session. "It looks like your teammates are here."" Sorry, tracking one of us down was a bit of a problem," Sammy offered, looking over to the girl. "But I was busy!" She protested. "That Steam Sale ends tomorrow at ten in the morning, and I won't have time after I come to work tomorrow!" Sammy sighed. "Nat, if everything is set with you and Amaranth, let me introduce you to the rest of the team." He went with the man first. "This is Conrad Tombs, our team Warden. He's also technically the leader, since he's been here longer than the rest of us - ten years."" We want to stress the 'technically,' since it's not often that we all operate together in the field, but with you here, that might change," Tombs told Nat." Andthisis Elodie Bainbridge," Sammy gestured to the other. "Our quirky-as-hell Artificer. Really, they should just make up a whole new category for whatever she is."" Just because my particular gift isn't like Army's or Martin's - only useful in the workshop - doesn't mean I'm not an Artificer, Sammy-boy." Sammy twitched slightly at that, turning to Nat to speak. "Anyway, if you're all set here, we can get going - food and then apartment hunting for the rest of today. Probably."

The Fox and the Trap [Atkinson & Reiji]|rating:4.0

Evil Is Always Fashionable (Ron Don Volante & Kristen)

(McCauley(Magazine was everything anyone would want it to be. Growing exponentially in popularity? Check. Gaining print subscribers? Check. Had more and more agents calling for shoots for models that were willing to make the trip from New York, Miami, LA, Paris, London and wherever else all the way to humble New Lioness? Check. And, that most fleeting goal of all fashion magazines, actually turning a profit. Check. So it was unfathomable why Kayoed’s managing editor, the young superstar, the one credited by everyone from the overworked interns to the magazine’s owners at Blume Capital for Kayoed’s success, Jacqueline McCauley would be on the warpath. Of course, she knew something that very few did:She could lose it all. Jackie didn’t have children (like someone likeherwould have kids…please!) but she had a mother’s instinct when it came to Kayoed. It had been a dying magazine when she came on board as a fresh-faced writer eight years ago right after graduating from Merlin. Eight years of blood, sweat, and tears with attacks coming at her from every direction. To take out the uppity know-nothing college grad with big lips thick hips and no eye for colors. By her count, Jackie had survived no less than three attempts to get her booted out of Kayoed, with one being an attempt to blacklist her out of the industry entirely and another to get her arrested for accessory to rape. The only thing that made those stories pleasurable to think about was their endings: here would be tormentors ended up on the chopping blocks. All three. And when the last managing editor was fired and that snooty butt fucker Witty ended up slashing his wrists it had been a no-brainer to put Jackie in charge. Not for one minute, not one second, not one microsecond did Jackie ever think about any of them. Witty or Joel or any of the rest. Jackie was here, in the corner office of the elite Coltrane Building. Jackie was queen and Kayoed was her kingdom. And, despite all the ink spilled about the head being heavy with the crown, Jackie loved every fucking minute of being on top. She relished in it. Thrived in it. It was hers. Until now. Getting off the elevator she saw her young assistant Linda leap up faster than a private would at the entrance of a general. “Miss McCauley good m…”“You’re going towaituntil I get in my office Helen,” Jackie said not pausing in her stride towards her office or bothering to make eye contact with Linda. “Every morning you know the routine, and it does not include bothering me with the sound of your word hole until I have my coffee on my desk.” Linda was a smart girl, a twenty two-year-old recent alumna of Jackie’s alma mater and old sorority Alpha Delta Phi. Most importantly, Linda had picked up that the best way to handle Jackie’s purposefully opaque and contradictory orders was just to listen to whatever the latest one was and do that. Jackie entered her office knowing she had a good ten minutes until Linda got her coffee ready. Straightening out her dress she booted up her computer displayed on three flat HD touch screens monitors.“Meeting invite – Conference call in re: Purchase by Justinian. Tuesday 9:30 AM” At eight AM that morning Jackie’s stomach was filled with organic oatmeal, a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice, and a bottle of Perrier water. She could feel those meager contents plummet past her torso down her legs and settle somewhere at the bottom of her Louis Vuitton stilettos. The last time she had a meeting with the Big Wigs of Blume in Hartford was when they said there would be no more meetings in regard to the purchase of Kayoed by Justinian Holdings. The only reason they would have it now if something had changed. And the only change from “We’re not selling” was… Jackie ignored every other urgent thing in her box. She created a new email and began typing furiously. This wouldn’t stand. It wouldn’t! She had made the idiot bureaucrats of Blume too muchfuckingmoney to…“Miss McCauley. Your coffee is ready,” a voice from somewhere outside of Jackie’s universe said. She looked up to see Linda approaching her holding the elegant coffee cup like the delicate button of an atomic bomb. The coffee was placed right in front of Jackie. Jackie minimized the email and looked at Linda, her liquid brown eyes focusing on the younger blonde’s frightened blues. “Is it Helen?” Jackie would never, never, verbally express it, but she was quite impressed with Linda. It had only taken two days for her to perfect the cup, but it didn’t hurt to make sure she knew every single step. She didn’t need to wait.“Yes Miss McCauley,” Linda said. The girl took a deep breath, “Molokai coffee ground at number 1, brewed to two hundred and five degrees Fahrenheit, served with unpasteurized French cream and raw sugar cane lumps, stirred for exactly thirty seconds.” Jackie took a sip of perfect heaven. When Jackie’sfirstassistant had actually followed all her insane instructions and made the ultimate cop of coffee she couldn’t decide if she wanted to kiss the girl or be her bunk mate in a Turkish prison. And even now, three assistants later with the technique passed down carefully from assistant to assistant, it was everything she could not to leap up and plant a kiss on the girl that would be the envy of the dykes at the Sugar and Spice Society.“Good,” she said. “Now, what have you done since I spoke to you yesterday, Helen?” she asked Linda, not dropping her gaze for a moment. Linda took another breath. “I told Simone you’re not going to approve that girl that she sent you for the Brazilian layout. R.S.V.P. you as a yes to Michael Kors' party on Friday, and told the driver to drop you off at 9:30 and pick you up at 9:45 sharp. Told your parents to meet you for dinner at that place you went to with Massimo. Told Richard you saw the pictures that he sent for that feature on the female paratroopers, and they're all unattractive. Also, I’ve arranged all the things that Nigel has pulled for Gwyneth's second cover try.” Jackie took another sip, not changing her disposition. “It’s good that you can brew coffee Helen, but I expect my assistants to be able to find their ass with two hands at theveryleast.” Poor Linda stared at her, mouth open. “Shut that pink cave of yours. You'll get flies in there. Now, Natalie Glorious Foods. Did you tell her that for the fortieth fucking time Iron’want dacquoise? That for the meetings next week I wantfuckingtorts filled withfuckingwarm rhubarb compote? Or did that slip what you call your mind?”“I…” The gorgeous former president of the most rich bitch sorority in the most rich bitch college in New England, the graduate in top five percent of her class, who had been praised for every single snot-nosed movement she ever made was totally, utterly, completely, lost without a map. So much so, Jackie wondered if she actuallyhadtold Linda about calling Natalie. Not that it mattered. “I’m not sure… I must not have writ…”“The details of your stupidity and incompetence don’t interest me in the slightest Helen,” Jackie said taking another sip. “Just do what I Salween say it and I won’t have your ass hanging up on my between your job and your hope overtaking it in the world of fashion or journalism. Are we clear?”“Crystal Miss McCauley. Thank you, Miss McCauley,” Linda said breathlessly anxious to get out of the hellhole Jackie had turned her office into. That was usually cue for her to high tail it out of there…but as she turned the frustrations that had already hit her this morning by snapping her fingers.“I didn’t dismiss you Helen,” Jackie lifted her foot thinking back to the last party she had enjoyed having with her Society. “It’s been a rather dew filled morning and there was just all manner of gunk on the sidewalk into the building. Considering these shoes are worth more than your life, I think before you get cracking on all the things youshouldhave been doing yesterday you can clean them for me. Now.” Just having her entire chosen career path scant seconds earlier Linda had no choice but to get on her hands and knees and get to Jackie’s feet. Jackie went back to her email as she felt Linda’s hairbrush up against her ankle. “Um… Miss McCauley? I don’t… How do i…”“Not surprising I have to think of everything for you, Helen,” Jackie said bringing up her unfinished email. “There’s a cloth for those rare times I need to wear glasses in the second drawer of my desk. That will suffice.” Jackie did her best not to show a flicker of the sadistic glee that alleviated her prior frustration and anger while Linda went to work trying to rub out the non-existent smudges and stains off of Jackie’s Louboutins. Jackie was (mostly) straight so the feeling of utter control of the young attractive girl wasn’t directly sexual, but it was so pleasurable it was difficult to tell the difference. It was that feeling, though, that got Jackie to close out her old email to her bosses and discard the draft. No. She didn’t need to go through bean counters and pencil pushers. She knew who was responsible. A worthy adversary, probably more so than Jackie had ever dealt with, but she was Jacqueline Selina McCauley. Nobody was going to take her kingdom. Nobody. Quote To: Damien Alexander, Representative: Justinian Holdings. From: Jacqueline S. McCauley, Managing Editor: Kayoed Magazine. Subject: Unnegotiable conditions of any sale of Kayoed Magazine. Mister Alexander, This email is to inform you that under no circumstances other than a complete, total, irrevocable, written legal contract ensuring the complete and full financial and creative control of the Managing Editor of Kayoed Magazine will be acceptable to me. I understand that my superiors at Blume Capital may be the legal last word, but I warn you that there have been many who have crossed my path in my years here. I invite you to look at what happened to them. Under no circumstances will I allow Kayoed, a magazine that was founded in 1980, become a mediocre cog where quality, influence, and prestige is traded for a slightly larger profit margin. You are not my enemy Mister Alexander and I would like us to come to an equitable arrangement. But if you cannot or will not abide by my terms then know that I will do everything in my power to keep control of my magazine and that I will destroy anyone and anything that I deem necessary to make that happen. Sincerely, Jacqueline S. McClauleyManaging Editor, Kayoed Magazine Once Jackie sent the email, she leaned back in her chair to enjoy every moment of Linda’s diligent desperate meaningless work. Every sensation enhanced by the feeling of cruel domination and utter satisfaction. She had declared a war sheknewshe would win. It was only a matter of time until the enemy fired the first shot. It was an amusing read. Perhaps the most amusing thing he'd read today. Of course, that wasn't saying much given the time the email arrived in his inbox. That didn't take away from the intrigue of her tone. There was no mistaking it. This emailoozedof conflict. Damien admittedly was not a man of conflict. Perhaps it was just because people generally gave him what he wanted when he asked for it, maybe it was that being around him, people found it hard to deny him... well... anything. But this... this was different.(eyes dropped back to her name at the heading of the email McCauley. Right. It was the face, more than the position that stuck in Damien's mind. Anyone would be hard-pressed to blame him for that little fact, but even still, a pretty face issuing a challenge like this wasn't something that could be ignored. If he had received this email from the chief financial officer or the operations manager, he'd have no problem dismissing them. A small conversation about an affair that could come to light, or a drug habit that could lead to an arrest... they were tools available to a man like Damien to ensure those in charge gave his employer exactly what he asked for. There was a time when the people in charge put up more of a fight, but inevitably, everyone has their secrets. And that... is what made Damien such a closer for his employer, a fixer in every sense of the word. Damien specialized in finding secrets, weaknesses, and exploiting them. It wasn't just about exposing secrets and causing trouble. No... any amateur could do that. Damien was good at what he did because he knew how to leverage secrets. They say the greatest weapon is the one you never have to use. It's rather idealistic, some people just want to watch the world burn, some people are not rational, some people don't listen to reason. Damien... well... Damien is the weapon you only have to use once. Damien's history in business was quite short. He spent time as a representative, but carried the authority of his employer in so many sectors. During previous negotiations, Justinian's representative had fallen short in the attempt to acquire Kayoed. The groundwork was sloppy, and he approached the table offering money. The problem was that he didn't account for the irrational. He didn't account for the fact that a profitable magazine like Kayoed was not in 'need' of money as much as would be desired. No... a magazine like this was firmly in the hands of a few people, and they were able to run it, quite effectively. Could others do better? Sure... but that didn't mean they had to give it up. So... in Damien's eyes, the failure of Justinian to acquire Kayoed came down to their one-pronged approach. Money. Justinian offered to buy them out. That was it. And that... was sadly lacking when you took into account that a woman such as Jacqueline McCauley worked there. It was this failure that set the wheels in motion for Damien to familiarize himself with her ironically enough. It was the failure of the previous representative of Justinian to do more than he did. As one man returned to headquarters explaining baring only excuses for which Kayoed felt like they were a bad fit, the campaign of acquiring the company itself was being shifted onto Damien's already full plate. The first few days there was no change, at least none that would be notable. But Damien was a man of the shadows... and in the shadows... an invasion of Kayoed was underway. Damien began as he always did when it came to taking something. Information gathering. People by the dozens were employed to go to work, following the heads of Kayoed. For days, these people were followed, their all moves documented, where they went, what they did, who they saw... you name it. An army of private investigators, which Damien referred to as 'tag-men' served their purpose of giving him a fuller picture of the lives of these people. There was a time when Jacqueline herself wouldn't have been tagged, her position was below the level of interest to Damien because when he came to acquire the magazine, the people he'd have to deal with were the ones above her. Her authority was not enough to stop an outside interested party from taking over. So what was the point to having her followed right? Wrong. So wrong. And it was learned only later, when Jacqueline turned out to be at the center of a number of other files. In one way or another, this woman was a big part of the lives of those above her. Previous bosses, previous individuals who had gotten in her way, found themselves removed. The rise of Jacqueline to her current state made for more formidable of a read than any of the men above her. There was something about this woman's story early on that caught Damien's attention, and he couldn't help but feel that ... position aside... 'official title' aside... she had a way of swaying people. That was the first stage of Damien's operation. He fed on the failure of the first representative. He was not going to make the same mistake. A good negotiator brings both carrot and stick, in case your target is not hungry or doesn't like carrots. Nobody likes to be beaten with a stick. Well... to each their own, right? What surprised Jacqueline about this meeting regarding the purchase of Kayoed was the end result of Damien's different approach. She couldn't know it at the time of course... but those in charge who were once firm on not selling, turned out to be much more pliable when the tag men following them turned up a great deal of juicy information on them. Damien had a file for every person he had followed, information was power... and knowing what could hurt them, was even more powerful than knowing what someone wanted. Knowing what their responsibilities were, their fears, their cravings and addictions... it gave him the upper hand in every negotiation. So... over the following 7 days, Damien arranged for each individual on the board to receive a message of his own. It either came in the form of a call from a stranger, or an envelope with incriminating photos... a bribe or blackmail in one form or another... Damien ensured to space out the process so that he was covered on a timetable. There was no suspicion about everyone changing their minds at once. No... Damien targeted one board member at a time... and timed his 'invasion' of Kayoed carefully so that by the time he had certain members call for a re-vote on Justinian's proposition, he had bought the votes to ensure a favorable result. The one person whose file did not result blackmail... or bribery, was Jacqueline. Instead... her file provided an interesting read. It sparked an interest in the man who, had a deep appreciation for someone who could climb the corporate ladder. It wasn't just that she was where she was now. There were those above her. It was how she got to where she was. Those who had gone on record or who the record showed to have outright opposed her or threatened her, they ended up out of the game. Out entirely. If they were still alive, their careers were mush. Jacqueline either weathered the storm perfectly to land her spot... or she actively initiated the storm to overthrow those who had been in her way. Damien wasn't sure which was more impressive. He himself was a man whose success was based on being careful, cautious, but he could cheat. He had a way with people that meant he could almost do no wrong. So finding a woman like Jacqueline, he indulged, here and there, guessing game fantasies about how she got to where she was. To read her email now... had him wondering if he'd performed his own misstep. Had he underestimated Jacqueline? No... he didn't underestimate people, it wasn't a flaw he was known for. So what was this... had he just not assumed she'd care to make the waves that this email seemed to indicate she would? Well maybe that was his underestimation. Maybe he'd 'overestimated' the ability of the men above her to keep her in check. It wasn't exactly her place to challenge an outside party after all, was it? No... her voice was primarily on her own board to give her opinion, but the board itself had the higher reps to discuss and deal with Damien. So to get this from her... it was... intriguing. His fingers remained poised over his keyboard as he set to respond... it was because of the personal tone of her message that he found himself able to reply equally freely. There was not much he had to worry about in terms of what he could say to her given that her own message was a declaration of war, a threat in and of itself that she would destroy anyone coming to take what was hers. How tempting it was... to respond in kind, to poke the bear... to warn her, however softly... that she was entering a very dangerous game. It was in fact... too tempting to pass up. To: Jacqueline S. McCauley, Managing Editor: Kayoed Magazine. From: Damien Alexander, Representative: Justinian Holdings. Subject: Re: Unnegotiable conditions of any sale of Kayoed Magazine. Dear Miss McCauley, I was surprised to receive your email as my correspondence has been with your superiors at Blume for the most part. I can only imagine that you have heard something that leads you to feel apprehensive or hesitant about our acquisition. I appreciate your initiative. Furthermore, I look forward to seeing more of it when we acquire you. I am in town on business and will be by to meet with your superiors this afternoon. Furthermore, I'd be happy to address any concerns you may have in person upon my visit later this evening. Furthermore, I will call in advance of my arrival. Please make yourself available to let me know how I can best be of assistance during this transition. Sincerely, Damien Alexander Representative: Justinian Holdings Damien's head shook briefly, rolling his eyes as he sent the message. It wasn't a normal communication for him. No... it was laden with the type of entitlement he'd share with a woman he was seeing in person, someone who was under his influence, the leverage that his... gifts. Provided him with. No... this message he conducted was entirely driven by his own tongue-in-cheek response to her fastness. He couldn't help but feel that her message was more of a threat than an official communiqué, and that meant his response fell into the exact same category. If she was going to reach up the ladder and try to play this game with him... he was going to show her the tricky waters she'd have to navigate.' Acquiring you'. Priceless. Surely he meant the magazine. Surely. Things moved fast after Jackie sent her email. Far faster than the ruthless, ambitious, and smug fashion editor could have possibly imagined. Before she went to lunch with one of the top designers on the East Coast, having come up to visit for the show later this week, she noticed that she had gotten a message of high importance from one Damien Alexander. Acquire you. The phrase may have gotten under the radar of fools, but Jackie didn’t get to where she was by being sloppy with her powers of observation. What was meant was what was said. This wasn’t a deal where Justinian would buy Kayoed as an asset from Blume. Damien was going to buy up Jackie. To hell with that. Alexander had great looks and oozed charm for sure. But Jackie worked in fashion for her entire career. If Alexander thought that being hot with a charming smile could buy anything more than a steaming cup of jack squat from her, he was in for a rude surprise. She sent an invitation for two o’clock (the layouts for the barbarian shoot would just have to wait) with the location beingheroffice. She needed every advantage she could get, and home field was a big one. To her surprise he accepted. Concentrating on the mundane aspects of running the magazine, tasks which almost always consumed her entire being, was near impossible. Too much was riding on this meeting, and it showed in her lack of interest and short temper. These moments weren’t common, but they were not unheard of and Jackie’s staff knew the best course of action: steer the fuck clear of the boss If at all possible. When two o’clock did arrive and Alexander arrived along with it, Jackie didn’t even look up from her desk as he walked in. In fact, she waited a minute or two before she even acknowledged that somebody had come into her office.“Mister Alexander, I’m happy you could make it but…” She looked up hoping to see an awkward and uncomfortable Alexander. Instead, he was walking around the office, examining one of her awards. She had played this game before, and normally she would have a strong quip but something about the dead seriousness of the situation irked her more than normal.“Excuse me. Excuse me,” Jackie said getting his attention if not his ass in a chair like she wanted. This was clear disrespect but whatever.“Listen, Mister Alexander I understand what you’re doing here…”“Are you?” The smirk was unmistakable. He wasn’t here to write a peace treaty. To discuss terms. To back off. He was firing the first shot. Well so be it. Alexander continued while examining her white French Heritage leather couch right next to the big window with the scenic view of downtown New Lioness.“I brought your…concerns to my employers. Here’s the counteroffer. You remain Managing Editor, and we have you sign a new contract with Justinian. You get a twenty percent pay increase and complete creative control. But I’m afraid Justinian will still control the budget. Including…” Alexander had such a smarmy stupid fucking smile on his as swipe of a face as he said the next part it was all Jackie could do not to smack it off of him.“Control over personnel. New hires, raises, and whether to offer buyouts. In this, there is not much room for negotiation. But perhaps…”“Let me go back to what I was saying before, Mister Alexander. I know why you’re not sitting in this chair while we talk. I know the strategy because I’ve done it half a dozen times myself. You know, walk into somebody’s territory and piss on it like a dog marking it. Come into the office, act like you own the place, wait for the other person to start the conversation, have a slimy grin on your face like everything the other person says is a joke on a Saturday Night Live sketch. Oh, I know the drill.” Jackie steepled her fingers and rested her chin on them.“You’re just showing your utter contempt at me. That everything I’m about to say means less than nothing to you. And all of this is supposed to anger me, put me off my guard, and make me do something stupid because of it.” Damien leaned over the stylish immaculate white couch looking at her.“Well? Is it working?” Jackie didn’t have time for this bullshit.“Your employers’ counteroffer is less than my demands and, as I said, that’s unacceptable. If that’s the way things are then we have nothing to talk about and this is a waste of both our times.” She stood up.“You disappoint me Mister Alexander. Here I was hoping you would figure out that ‘acquiring me’ is as simple as letting me have complete control.” Jackie gave her diva walk, something that would have been the envy of half a dozen models had she gone another path in her career, right past Alexander, towards the door. “Thank you for the visit, however brief. Hopefully you’ll come to the right…” She put her hand on the knob.“Lock it.” Jackie looked at Alexander. That was an odd thing to say. She had expected a lot of things, even rude, dismissive, and sarcastic, but that.“Lock what?” Alexander just smirked. “What did you say?” That’s when Jackie felt it. A tickle in the back of her mind. The feeling thatsomethingwasn’t right. Somethingwas off. Somethingabout her body…“I said we’re not done.” Jackie locked the door. She looked at Alexander in terror. All thoughts of magazines and careers and power plays gone. Now they were replaced with a guttural fear that came from the lizard base of her spine. A place that only generated activity when a human being’s pure survival instinct was invoked. What the fuck is happening to me?!“Good girl,” Alexander purred twisted, evil, cruel smile on his handsome face.”Walk back to your desk, dial your assistant. Tell her to hold your calls for the next fifteen minutes would you Cupcake?”” Fuck you and your cupcake Alexander. Get out of my office then eat shit and die. Jackie walked to her desk. In her thirty years and eight months on this Earth she had only felt this way once, when she had dropped certain drugs in college. She had felt outside herself like somebody else was taking control of her body. But this was different. There was no high. No drug had entered her body. She saw herself pick up the phone.“Linda.” Linda sounded surprised to hear Jackie call her by her actual name.“Yes Ms. McCauley?”“I’ll need you to hold my calls for the next fifteen minutes.” No! No Linda, call security! Call the cops! Call the fucking ARMY for Christ’s sake!“Yes Ms. McCauley. Oh and Nigel, just dropped by... he's here wondering if you have time to see him about a product pricing page? I take it I shouldn't send him in?” Yes! Yes send him in! Send in the clowns! Send in everyone in the building! JUST GET ME OUT OF HERE!“Yes… yes please…” Jackie, or rather the Puppet Jackie, the one with no control whatsoever, was at a loss. Yes send him in? Or Yes don’t send him in? She didn’t know! SHE JUST DIDN’T KNOW! What was she going to do? WHAT?! Jackie looked up toAlexanderDamien. And there it was. Everything she could ever need. Not just the answer of what to do in this situation but what she should do anytime anywhere for the rest of her life. Damien was it. The pinnacle of knowledge. The pinnacle of behavior. The object of desire for anyone wise enough to fall under his command. That smarmy FUCKING smile! Smack him! Throw something at him! What are you doing?! Jackie saw him shake his head, give a small dismissive wave, and playfully mouth that she was busy. She understood! She knew! Oh, thank God!!“Yes that’s right. Please tell him I’m…sorry, but something come up. I’ll have to reschedule.” You idiot! Let him in! Lethiminlethiminlethiminlethimin!“Can you ask him…”Oh, thank God. It’s ending…“To set up a meeting during an optimal time for him to come back? And…please pass on my apologies. I’m just swamped in this meeting.”Oh, no! Sweet Jesus NO!“Absolutely Ms McCauley. I understand. We'll schedule a meeting.” Click. Jackie didn’t get total control back when she hung up the phone. ThatFeelingwas still there. Unmistakably there. But she did manage to sputter, “Y…you… What are you…” Now Alexander was finally walking towards her and not prancing around the office like an arrogant ass. But Jackie didn’t want him doing it. No, she would have wished for anything else in the world, her office to catch on fire, the city consumed in nuclear fire, her ass dropped into a pit of fire ants, instead of Alexander approaching her as she sat, frozen, in her elaborate, huge, and insanely comfortable office chair.“Right now, Miss McCauley, I’m just a man who gets what he wants. Stand up, would you, my little Muffin?” Jackie stood up slowly the look on her face still showing fear and confusion and terror. That did nothing to alleviate the aroused sadistic smile that Jackie realized, with dread, she recognized since she had it on her own face when she was forcing Linda to polish her heels earlier in the day.“You want me to recommend your deal to the board…” She didn’t know what else to say. She had some freedom but not enough to ask her the far more important question.“Eventually.” Damien answered with nothing beyond that single word. He uttered it as he walked behind her... again, eyeing her up and down, basking in her partially frozen state. He let a fingertip trace along the outside of her arm, along her back, toward the neck of her shirt. His fingertips stroked up along the back of her neck, disappearing in the dark forest of her hair, then drifted away from it bringing between his fingers several strands of her hair that he let effortlessly float back down to her frame when his hand backed away just far enough. It was a yes and a no all in one. It promised that she would in fact do that, but he also had his eye on more... immediate indulgences.Oh, God!. Oh, God!! Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod…“But for now, right now, I want you to do as you’re told.” There was a brief pause asAlexanderDamien stopped his pacing when he lapped her once, ending his stride behind her again. His right hand sifted up her right side, and back down. His left hand's index finger and thumb tugging at the fabric of her shirt. His right hand became a little more ambitious, not just stroking up and down her side, but sifting forward, his palm drawn along her stomach, lead by fingertips as if it were a chariot pulled by horses. His palm rubbed over her abdomen in a slow deliberate gesture his fingers passing over a pair of buttons. His chin shifted close to her shoulder so that he could speak low enough with no other purpose than to make her listen." You can start by undoing your buttons, Sweetheart." he uttered letting his lips tickle at her ear lobe just letting the fact that his presence invading her personal space sink in a little more. What little remained of Jackie’s conscious free mind was already fluttering away into the ether, whereverAlexanderDamien put it. Jackie found herself growing to love Damien. Not like a wife to a husband or a daughter to a father. More like a dog to its master. A brainwashed slave to her kind owner. A parasite to its host. She needed Damien. She needed him to survive. And this bizarre entranced version of herself was already beginning to understand him. Understand this horrible terrible dance they were having. Well he could unbutton my shirt himself…but what would the fun be in that? He wants a show. You have to give it to him? You want to be a good girl, don’t you? His Muffin? His Cupcake? His Sweetheart?“Like this Damien?” Jackie found herself saying so sweetly, undoing the inward buttons under her shirt. She did it slowly, deliberately, her fingers relishing every nanosecond spent doing what Damien wanted of them. Despite everything, Jackie didn’t untuck her shirt or rub against him like some sort of stripper slut. Not because every cell in her body didn’t want her to. Far from it. No, Jackie didn’t do it because Damien didn’t want him to. In no time the ruthless, gorgeous, ambitious, and cruel Jacqueline Selina McCauley was reduced to a barely audible voice in Jackie's brain as Muffin, Damien’s Plaything, pondered what she should do now. Then Muffin figured out thebestcourse of action… Ask Damien of course!“Do you want me to take off my shirt?” Her hand ran under the flap of the front, her big beautiful eager desperate brown eyes matching Damien’s. It was such an honest earnest question. Shewantedto do what he wanted but, gosh darn it, she just didn’ttknowwhat that was! Oh, if he could only help poor Cupcake!“I’ll do it if you want Damien.” Her mouth said the words slowly before she her perfect pearly white, formerly shark white, teeth bit a little bit of her lower lip.“I’ll do whatever you want. I… I promise.” (this, Damien?" Just like that." Damien answered, confirming for her that her guess at his pleasure was spot on. He remained standing behind her... letting his leg casually shove the large executive chair back, rolling away from them to give the pair more room. Damien had a strong gift of mind control, but it had three particular traits. One was a control over emotion. Making someone feel happy... sad... angry... but these were just the starts. More complex emotions could be blended with feelings themselves to generate a state of mind in Damien's prey. Lust... satisfaction, ambition, fear... a drive to seduce and entice, all to gain something they may not even know they wanted, andcertainlydidn't know they were being conditioned into wanting. This was... in essence, Damien's ultimate doll. His ultimate plaything. It was the manner of bringing them to a point where they did not even try to resist him, even if part of them wanted to. He flooded them with feelings, emotions, directing them to crave something, to be distracted by some pursuit... all to guide them to what he wanted so that it was the exact same thing they wanted. Someone under this level of control... was in essence his slave. And... so much time spent under these circumstances could make it difficult to find their way out of it. The two remaining avenues of Damien's strength were the mental avenue of psychological engagement, where Damien could be a voice in his target's head. He could be an illusion, a dream, a nightmare, he could be a passing thought... or an aching concern. Finally... it was the physical element. It was the control over their body itself. Like a puppeteer pulling strings, this did not necessarily mean he was controlling their emotion just yet. This was the very first indication to Jacqueline that something was wrong, his control over her body, but her control over her mind. Her willpower was still her own... she was more than free to tell him to go fuck himself... to eat shit and die. She wanted to refuse him... she needed to refuse him... but she couldn't... disobey him. This, was the difference between Damien's slave... and Damien's puppet. Awareness... willpower. Having to do things... to say things... to obey commands, and yet, capable of reprimanding yourself for it, arguing it, trying to dispute what your body was doing, what words your lips were forming. This conflict is what made someone a puppet, not a slave. And for a short time, Jacqueline got a feel of what it was like to be his puppet. She got a feel of what it was like to have to obey him despite every ounce of her wanting to make it stop. Her body was being hijacked. Damien decided, even before Jacqueline had finished her call with Linda, that this wouldn't be the last time he'd use her as his puppet. It wasn't an immediate loss... his power didn't quite work in the manner of flipping a switch and having her willpower just vanish. It was more like a wasp being caught by a black widow. Quite honestly, any victim of a spider would serve for the example. It was a gradual entrapment, a limitation that grew in density and strength because of volume of interruption. Spiders combed webbing over their prey. Their bite, and sting... are vicious, but often, with such small weapons to deliver their toxins, spiders must ensure their prey are completely immobile before engaging. So... they wrap their webbing around. At first, it's generic, wide circling structures. They simply comb webbing around and around to slow down their prey, to limit where it can move, then limit some more, and some more. The more webbing there is, the slower the prey can move, and the less range it has. It's at that point that the Spider can then focus on a faster, process of cocooning their prey. They target the strongest part of their victim, a wasp's stinger, an ant's mandibles, you name it. Webbing is then used to restrain them first by amplifying the barrier, then by slowly tightening it... adding to it... layering it. The Squeeze is so tactfully put on the prey that they are still constantly struggling with such effort, but for so little result as the spider is then, at its leisure, capable of biting in past their own silk and injecting their toxin. Jacqueline's will power wasn't turned off with the flip of a switch. Oh, no... it was restrained. It was limited, boxed off by a growing web entangling it. Her willpower was reduced to more and more of a voice inside her head as it's impact over her body was stopped. That... was the light switch effect. The immediate interruption, the separation from her will power and what her body would do. She was almost paralyzed in a way. But once that was done... her will power was reduced in volume, in tenacity, in range. Her willpower had no effect over her body, so her feisty spirit became more and more distant, sure, to her, it could be lively for a time. But all she would feel was it sinking away inside herself. Damien was in fact suffocating it... restraining it, entangling it so that she herself could scream at the top of her lungs if her will power were considered its own entity, but nothing could hear it. All the while... a piece of her would experience everything Damien wanted her to feel... everything Damien put her through. An observer, entangled and bound, deep inside her own body. So why didn't she shut down entirely? Why didn't she just become that? A pointless doll to be moved around by Damien himself? Well... that was because of the emotional control that followed his initial paralyzing assault on her body itself. When Damien impacted his prey... he provided conflicting emotions, he provided inspiration, fear, apprehension, drive... enticement, seduction, cravings... these things all conflict with his prey's own initial willpower. If their willpower is intact, they can fight these things. These things are ideas, illusions, nightmares or dreams, they are voices in the head they can try to stave off, they are impulses they can try to scoot away. This results in Damien's power being the psychological mental impact only. Just as absent this... his powers are limited to producing a puppet. Someone who he is not impacting mentally or psychologically, but who is completely disconnected from their own body so that they think what they want, feel what they want, but just can't 'do' what they want. A puppet entirely. But a combination of his powers... ah... the combination makes something... magical. With her willpower immediately cut off from affecting her body... and now the implementation of Damien's own emotional influence over her, she experiences this dwindling imposition. The more her willpower is being ground down, entangled, bound... restrained... diminished... the more Damien's influence over her emotions are allowed to impact the only real feelings she can exhibit. As her fiery willpower subsides, restrained to some small category of herself... caged until Damien sees fit to release it. To release 'her'. It is as if Damien can now cherry-pick emotions that he wants her to exhibit, he can emphasize feelings he wants her to experience, he direct her in a way that certain feelings that would threaten his control over her, are inhibited, and the adverse effect is amplified. That she feels this drive to satisfy him, this push to please him, this craving to make him... happy." Do you want me to take off my shirt?" Damien's fingers traced small tickling strokes along her stomach as he settled in behind her even more comfortably now with the chair rolled back a small ways. His fingers shifted along her stomach moving the shirt a little ways, but as she hadn't untucked it, the hem of her skirt kept it nicely in place. It just didn't hug her body as tightly as before. Damien delayed giving her an answer, testing how eager she might need it. He did instruct her to do what she was asked, but now he was going to corrupt the game a little more, he was going to blend impulses and urges without giving her the ability to proceed quite so flawlessly. He was going to make her ache for instruction, so that she could do something...anything. And then well...he'd make her wait for it." I'll do it if you want Damien. I'll do whatever you want. Furthermore, I... Furthermore, I promise." His fingers traced down the length of her stomach toward the hem of her skirt where her shirt remained tucked. His thumbs, he inserted modestly insider the skirt, letting them ride the hem, his left thumb stroked to the left of her skirt, giving it a small tug outward, his right thumb did the same and for a time, it looked like he might actually untuck her shirt for her, but he didn't. Instead... he let the hem of the dress snap back to her stomach with a modest 'that' which released his hands to drift again." Oh... I know you will, cupcake."he now tucked his fingers inside the separated flaps of her shirt, curling his buckles around them to let his fingertips ride up and down the shirt from underneath while his palms scanned up and down from above. It was as if he were poised to rip her shirt open himself for a few seconds... but all he did was let his fingers ride the fabric up and down... shifting the garment with a little tug, a little pull... just letting it breathe a little more, as if were they standing in front of a mirror, he'd arrange for her to look a little ruffled and having just had sex with him but not having straightened up entirely. He then leaned in... resting his nose against her dark locks,"And I look forward to that."he uttered, inhaling... a soft breath that he held. That's right... he held it for just an instant... then exhaled..." God... do I look forward to that." He smirked as he brought his left index finger to her left cheek. The tip of his finger brushed a few strands of hair behind her ear before he pinched to trap a few others and guild them also behind her ear. Her cheek steadily available to him now as he tickled down her jaw line." Tell me about... Linda." Linda? Why the fuck would he want to know about Linda? Didn't he have a great enough prize here already? Torment. That was all there was to it. He was now testing his 'conflicting' effects on her. Very deliberately... very intentionally, he had established a setting in her mind where she would do what he wanted, she made it so clear, she'd do whatever he asked. But now... here he was... expressing interest in another woman. The game was on. 'Interest' was a strong word for what he was expressing, but he let it be implied, he decided to plant the seeds for uncertainty, for jealousy, that maybe, just maybe... she couldn't please him. Maybe, despite her power, her position, her prestige, she was in competition with a younger, hardworking, submissive assistant who took such mistreatment from her on a daily basis. Could it be? Could Jackie be nothing more than a stepping stone to the young, impressionable Linda? It was so... unfair. Linda? Linda? LINDA?! Damien didn’t seem to suppress “good” emotions like jealousy and hate (well…hate towards others besides him anyway) and, if anything, they were bubbling up to the surface. Even now, JackieMuffin felt a deep despair. Did he prefer blondes? Younger girls? She was only thirty-one! That wasn’ttold. Of course, it was nine years older than Linda but…“Linda? She’s been my assistant for three months she graduated in the top five-percenter of her class at Merlin University this past year, she was president of my old sorority, she’s very smart, competent, and capable. JackieMuffin wasn’t a complete doll after a few moments under Damien’s command and enough embarrassment remained as she found herself confessing her sins to His Holiness Damien I.” I treat her really badly because it’s the best way to get her tough and loyal. That’s what people did to me when I started and I still do it. I call her stupid and incompetent and lazy when she’s nothing like that. I even keep calling her the wrong name to make her think I care so little about her. And I do it to keep her self-esteem down. No real reason for that part. It just makes me feel satisfied.” Maybe she should have added after six to eight months with her assistants she offered them a healthy promotion or a job with another magazine or fashion house with a sweet smile and an explanation for her many months of cruelty. Something in her gut told her that Damien didn’t care about that though. He was more interested in Jacqueline’s abuse of the blonde more than anything else. The pace that sadistic, confident, and willful Jacqueline was getting lost to Muffin was astonishing. Her years and years of using her beauty and intelligence to control, going back all the way when she first realized as a little girl that she was prettier than all the other girls in school, had developed a subtle, deep, unheard of part of her subconscious desperate to get out. It had never manifested before except in the briefest most fleeting sexual fantasies, but now Damien’s manipulation had brought it to the surface. And like any beast long in slumber this submissive monster was hungry for what Damien had to offer. Part of Muffin wanted to throw Linda into traffic and hope a bus hit the little bitch, leaving Damien all to herself. Another part, a growing serpent wrapping around her spine controlling not just her body but her very mind, tried its best to anticipate what Damien wanted. It wasn’t hard. Jacqueline thrilled in BDSM play and not the lovey obey foggy shit that entranced stupid housewives. She reveled in the abuse, cruelty, viciousness, humiliation of a weaker, poorer, defenseless victim/submissive. It was why she indulged in so many of the Sugar and Spice Society parties. Sugar and Spice… The local alumnae society of Jackie’s college sorority, Alpha Phi Delta, was filled with wealthy, powerful, and libertine women who had gotten together to form a “social club.” Sure information and deals were made, but the big thing was the Sugar and Spice Parties. It wasn’t the fact that the men they indulged in had big packages or handsome faces. It was morphing these beautiful men into sobbing bitches by flaunting their beauty, money, and power that turned these nasty gorgeous women on. That’s when things began to click together in Muffin’s mind. Damien wasn’t too different from her. He wanted what she wanted, but he was just…different. Jacqueline couldn’t compete with him. It would be like competing with the SUN or something. All she could do was bow to that awesome power.” Do you want her Damien? I could call her in here, and she would do whatever I told her to. I… I thought you wanted me but…” Her hand went up her shirt again slowly as if that would entice him more.“I understand if you prefer young pretty blondes.” Thoughts of Jacqueline’s Sugar and Spice parties filled Muffin’s mind. Jacqueline was straight, well…almost entirely straight, but she had found some sexual inhibitions with female “entertainment” at those parties had dissipated when she was in the right mood. And the thrill from the sexual humiliation she piled onto those poor women was all Jacqueline would need for days. And if that was the mood Damien wanted for Muffin then, gosh darn it, that’s what she would do! “I could… I could do things to her. If you want. Or maybe she could do things to me? Or I could watch? Or she could watch… I…” Muffin found herself flustered. She got closer to Damien holding the lapels of his suit lightly in her hands looking up at him with big beautiful liquid brown desperate sparkling eyes. “I just want to make you happy. Tell me what to do. Please? Pretty please?” Muffin's mind went into a tizzy. Pressing against him there was only one thought that consumed it. I want to be your Muffin. Your Darling, your Cupcake, your Sweetheart. Won’t you let me Damien? Please? Linda... ah... Linda. Damien smirked as his mind drifted back, not long ago at all... to his short meeting with the young assistant. Only several minutes before ever walking into Jackie's own office... Linda was Jackie's assistant, and while Damien wasn't aware of how often those were turned over, to him, she was just another piece in the puzzle of Jackie's world. You could always get a great deal of information on people from their assistant's, and while he had already charmed her secretary into giving him the information he looked for, getting the type of personality he was dealing with in regard to Jacqueline, that came from having the excuse of meeting her at the desk. Linda was someone Damien had actually met in passing. Beautiful young woman, yes... but his meeting was quick, scarce, and his chance to pick her brain was ... all too brief. He had picked up on weighted feelings, sure... but that could be anything. This was a very high paced environment and there were standards to uphold. The line between the reasonable and the absurd was quite blurred. Damien had picked up on this feeling almost everywhere he went. Relentless work, people on the go all day, the small runts of the office never feeling like they were doing good enough, those up the ladder feeling like there wasn't enough time in the day to do everything they wanted. People joked about being 'slaves' at the office so often. Runners, first year associates, you name it... their job was to do grunt-work, and they literally took to joking about slavery because of it. It was laughed about and written off as necessary because honestly, if you weren't going to do it, there were a hundred applicants behind you just waiting for your job, just waiting for a chance to try and do what you were now complaining about having to do. So complaints were rare, any that existed were between associates along the same rung of the latter. So when Damien was caught walking around earlier by Linda herself... and the young assistant had told him:"Oh... sorry, sir. The waiting room is to your left." he feigned ignorance, he glanced left, then right, as if he'd been lost... and turned around." I'm sorry darling. I must have gotten turned around."" Oh... it's quite alright." Linda had responded with a huff... "You must be Ms McCauley's 2:00. She will be ready for you shortly." But then... Damien's impact on people was almost an anti-inhibitor. It was small... so small... but Linda said it, almost without even realizing it was voiced rather than thought to herself."... And she'll have my ass if I mess this up." Damien chuckled... which only brought Linda to the realization that she had spoken the words. Her eyes afforded 1 long blink." Sorry, he. I just mean we've had quite the day here.""Oh, I imagine you have." Damien answered as he turned to head back to the waiting area. Linda proceeded to thank him but as she turned on her heels to head about her tasks, Damien's voice interrupted her departure." Won't you walk with me."technically the words formed a question, but there was no question apparent in the tone? It was simply an invitation, one that Linda seemed incapable of ignoring." I... Yes. Of course. Right this way." she responded, as if it'd be the rudest thing in the world not to walk him back to the waiting room herself. All the while... her mind was abuzz with things that needed to be done. Damien couldn't quite tell whether she was doing things for a number of people, or all for one, but it hardly mattered. Linda was an interesting case, a woman who shared the mental and psychological activity of a woman weathering a storm, but who still managed to maintain it. She did seem to hold herself together quite nicely." What's your name dear?"" Me? I'm Linda."" What do you do, Linda?" Again, more automated honesty rather than interest in response." I'm assistant to the Managing Editor."" You work for Jacqueline?"he asked, fairly matter of factual. His pace had been deliberately slow, and he couldn't shake the feeling that this irritated the young assistant. She walked a half step ahead of him, but seemed incapable of walking further absent his matching of her pace. When he didn't, she seemed incapable of going faster." I... yes. Yes I do. Right this way sir. She'll be ready for you presently."" Are you always in such a rush, Linda?"" It certainly feels that way."ACK(so the answer wasn't rude, and it was honest... but not professional, not professional at all unless she was joking. Maybe she was? Damien chuckled, He was used to his charm getting responses from people that they would normally try to filter." Jacqueline is a real task-master, is she?" Alright, if there was ever a time for a filter, this was it! There was a universal response to this type of joking question. From fellow assistants and associates lower down the ladder, there could be jokes about it, honest discussion back and forth, but in terms of an outside individual? The answer was simple..."Oh, you havenoidea." What? No. Not it. Not it at all." I mean... she's just got a lot on her plate, which means I have a... "woah. That's not better. What the hell am I saying!? The universal answer is that your employer is always busier than you are. If the volume of their work is not more, it's because the caliber of work is harder. That's right. Assistants exist to make the lives of their bosses easier. It is to free them up to focus on making the real decisions, doing the 'real' work. Assistants take care of everything else in order to make this possible. They handle the appointments, they handle deliveries, scheduling, they ensure things keep moving so that their bosses can spend the time doing what it is 'they' do. So when someone asks you if your boss is a task-master... even jokingly, your response is that your boss is an angel. Patient beyond measure. Your boss, is a task master, only to the extent that her schedule demands her to be. And you never...never speak ill of them. So for Linda... she couldn't imagine why these words passed her lips. Maybe it was just the pace at which Damien was walking. It was weird... stifling, almost like she were on a short leash. She couldn't walk beyond him past a point, and he didn't seem to take the hint, matching her pace as she guided him back to the waiting room."Oh, come now. I'm sure she can't be that bad..." Damien chuckled, again... playing the charmer. It was intriguing though. The feel emanating from Linda was one of distinct secrecy. It was as if he really had no idea the type of woman he was talking about." Look... sir. This woman has ways of punishing people you could only imagine. If she finds me talking to her devil incarnate, she can... and will... find ways of showing me I shouldn't be crushing on..." Fuck. It just keeps getting worse." She doesn't like me, hm?"Oh, come on... no, no... no honesty now. Denote honest right now. This is where you outright lie. This is where you tell a string of lies if you have to, but you do not... answer... honest-..." She doesn't like anyone who wants to take what's hers. Oh, my go-... what's coming over me. Sorry. Look... Mr Alexander... please don't repeat... I didn't mean... look I shouldn't have said... God, today can't get any worse!" Fired. So fired. Done like dinner." Linda... Linda sweetheart. It's okay. Hey... hey... it's okay." Now... was a little more distinct manipulation. Damien was not just prompting honesty... but he was sensing panic. True... genuine panic. It was as if Linda felt like her world could end at any second for the things she was realizing she said. Damien's manipulation of her mood was too sooth to comfort, to accentuate her honesty with this feeling that her secrets would be safe." This all stays between us.""Oh, Please. Please... I'm... do you promise?"" Cross my heart, Linda dear. She'll never know we've spoken. I just... I need to get a feel for the woman I'm meeting. Tell me what you meant by... 'worse'."“I just want to make you happy. Tell me what to do. Please? Pretty please?”(was a work of art, a canvass being filled in with every few passing seconds. It was almost experimental, Damien was testing things. Small surges of micro-feelings, small samples of emotions... sometimes complimenting the last minuscule burst, sometimes conflicting and overlapping it. For a man like Damien, who made deals for a living, who represented the interests of another, his own negotiations with Jackie were considerably different. He was after whathewanted, and he wasn't 'negotiating' so much as taking it. Taking her. Everything about her called out to him, it was perfect. Shewas perfect. Well... perfect for what he needed right now. Damien wasn't immune to his own cravings, his own impulses, his own lust. And the fact that he found this in a beautiful 31-year-old dark-haired phoenix, who was equal parts angel and demons... well... it fit Damien's profile perfectly. There were some women who were just a natural fit. Jackie's admissions could have been cut short, he could have spared her the situation, but it was counter-productive to his intent. No... he had seen Jackie's confrontational nature, he had seen Jackie's strength... now, he was just looking around. He was dabbling, like he'd wandered accidentally into some wing of a house in which he was a guest and shouldn't be finding himself. Feeling her press against him made him Hume against her ear. He contemplated her offer... again, far from a negotiation, it was a complete capitulation. He could have anything... he just needed to ask. She...needed him to ask. His head tilted so that he could brush his lips against her neck. His right hand seeped in past the opening of her unbuttoned shirt, just grazing along her stomach and side, anyone walking in would see the sleeve of his own shirt and maybe the slightest trace of his wrist, but it was gone as soon as it'd be spotted. His hand had disappeared just inside her own shirt and while he didn't explicitly grope at her chest or even come close to touching it, there was a sensual tingle his fingers looked to inflict. They simply skidded, along her skin, as if the back of his hand and wrist was actually touching her shirt more than his palm was touching her skin beneath it. He simply catered to these small tickling strokes along her stomach and in along her side, then back out to her stomach as his hand emerged from her shirt the same way it had slid beneath it." I appreciate you saying that, Muffin."he uttered against her ear. His remark covered the whole range of her comments. Everything from her understanding if he preferred young, pretty blonds, to her saying she could do things to Linda... to saying Linda could do things to her. Damien's response represented a blank check... just as he interpreted her words to be. His left hand remained coiled around her waist... his fingertips tracing the outline of her dark belt. Even as she fiddled with his lapels, he let his own hand remain fixed on her belt behind her. Then she would feel him press against her in turn as his right arm extended beyond her, passing her right side, under her right arm itself. He leaned forward, so that his hand could reach the phone on her desk and for a moment... so he simply leaned forward... leaning her back ever so slightly over her own desk so that he could reach for the phone. Before reaching for the phone itself however, he seemed to direct her to turn toward it. His left hand around her waist casually giving her a small pull as his right arm gestured around her... almost spinning her frame before him so that she was once more back onto him... just the way she had been when he had taken a whiff of her hair and indulged in the scent along her neckline. She couldn't back away from him, yet she was clearly in the way of getting to the phone directly, so as he reached for it... she'd find herself leaning forward slightly. He could have asked her for it... and she would have picked it up for him, but it just seemed so much more natural to bask in this closeness. There was a tongue-in-cheek irony to the image of bending her over the desk, though this never quite got that far, her palms extending to the desk would do more than enough to keep her from actually bending over it, while letting him lean forward behind her enough to reach the phone himself. His left hand around her waist would make for a suitable anchor, defining the tone of where her body would bend to tease at the potential scenario. Her hips shifting even just a little more, emphasized beauty for him to indulge in. His right hand held the phone it had reached for, and now as he straightened his posture behind her, he simply let his words do the rest." Call her in." But then... the idea of a flustered Linda was almost as endearing as a flustered Jackie. Damien wanted to make things... interesting."... Tell her you're sorry... that you have felt... horrible... all day... about what you did." Perhaps it wasn't true at all. It likely made Jackie feel remarkable, but then... that was a shared fact between Damien and Jackie themselves... the same sensation Jackie obtained from Linda earlier, he was now indulging in himself. Even as he spoke to her however, his words were delaying her call to Linda. It was as if someone were telling you to make a phone call, but you were waiting on instructions of what to actually say. So... Damien gave instructions, a direction for her call to take. He wanted Linda to feel... intrigued, even aroused by the notion that she wasn't coming into the office to get her head bitten off, but rather, something else entirely." You've been wanting to ... make it up for her... for... what's it been now? Hours. Yes... hours." Damien almost in pure humorous fashion had to glance at his wristwatch to assure himself that this event of shoe-polishing Linda endured was in fact several hours ago. Funny how time flew in Jackie's company? The glance to his watch was all the time his hand took away from her body. Once she was holding the phone in her own right hand, having taken it from him... his right hand slid up her back once more. His fingertips disappeared into her long dark hair... but this time, it wasn't a casual tug of some hair that he let feather away from his grasp. This time... his fingertips stroked their paths deep up along her head. Her hair obscured the view of his entire hand, though it fell into these 'ranks' between his snaking fingers. Her neck was exposed all the more by his palm making its way to the back of her head causing hair to pool in his grip. Then... his palm snaked back down... and he let his fingernails graze intently down the same path his fingertips had slid up. Once... Twice..." I want you... to make her feel... something. Anxiousness... anticipation... I want the air to catch in her throat, I want her breath to hitch as she realizes she's been holding it longer than she thought. I want you to entice her... seduce her... then ask her in." With his directions given, a small vagueness existed. He didn't technically give Jackie some slave's command. He wanted her to get... creative, he wanted to see what it looked like... with Jackie's disposition, to apologize to an underling, but not just apologize. No. Many people in authority spent more time than you'd imagine apologizing to underlings to avoid trouble. This was different, Damien wanted to see Jackie pursue Linda's affection. And of course, rigging the game meant that Damien could experiment with these commands because he could make Linda forget so easily the moment it was over. Jackie could do anything he wanted...would do anything he wanted, but he wasn't going to give up the feisty creature that had captivated him in the first place. His left hand now slid up the left shoulder blade... and met up with his right hand... his fingernails now grazed along her scalp trapping her hair between his palms and fingers... and he seemed to make a game of sending goosebumps up her neck, wanting to feel her shudder beneath his grasp. His small fistfuls of hair tightened as he curled his fingers, but she'd not feel her hair pulled painfully, rather that small tension you can feel along the scalp with just the right amount of hair-pulling. Then he released it... and his nails grazed again along the length of her scalp. It was something he couldn't quite do with the same amount of ease if she were facing him, and while looking into her eyes could get a man lost after but a few seconds; Damien's pleasure, right now at least... seemed to be found in stimulating Jackie. Of course, it didn't have to be blatantly sexual. It could be beautifully sensual. There was an appealing eroticism to the way you could cause the body to register certain feelings, certain sensations, and presently, Damien was looking to send Jackie into a blur. The feeling of his fingertips snaking up and down the back of her head, his fingernails grazing along the scalp, his fists clasping for a light tugging sensation just to bring it all together. She'd his interest wasn't impatient either. Throughout the duration of her call to Linda... his hands would remain... traveling up and down her neck... down to her shoulders, back into the dark forest of hair, back down. Repeat. Sometimes further down her back... sometimes barely passing her shoulder blades. He couldn't lie... a great deal of this was to induce shudders, to make her skin crawl... to make her work to stifle sounds that just wouldn't seem... in place... during this call. Causing her to feel this task of handling the call professionally, while accomplishing the directives he set for her... all while her body was to experience the onslaught of these sensations. In a way she was lucky that he reduced himself to toying with her hair, her back, her shoulders... like she was some magnificent creature he had all the time in the world to enjoy. Damien’s words reverberated in Cupcake’s brain. It was hard for her to sort it all out. Like really really really hard. Not because she was stupid. More because what Damien was asking for was hard. It required a mixing of Jacqueline and his Sweetheart. Creativity. Intelligence. Most of all, it required Jacqueline to break her rules, set down thanks to a lifetime of beauty, ruthlessness, ambition, and smarts.“I…” What should she say?! Whatcouldshe say?! There had to be something. Something that could break this impasse! But what…“Is there something wrong Sweetheart?” Of course! Of course, thereit was! She was such an empty-headed little girl not to see it!“Damien can you give me a little… A little something.” She got in closer to him, resting her beautiful dark head on his chest.“I don’t know though. You must now don’t you? What you’re asking me to do is hard and…” Damien’s eyes were lustful, mocking, and cruel warm, loving, and kind. Hedidknow! Oh, thank… The heat in Sweetheart’s thighs started as a soft glow then got hotter and hotter. She felt her grip on his lapel’s tightening as her legs squeezed together. It was like the best masturbation session she ever had combined with the greatest sex she ever had. But then it went beyond that. It was kind of explosive sexual pleasure that only seemed to occur in pornography or in the tales of Kama Sutra experts.“Ohh…” Sweetheart’s body got tighter and pressed closer to Damien’s. She knew he had the power to make her feel like this mentally but physically was another thing entirely. “Oh god…” A low moan escaped Sweetheart’s lips. Just long enough for the feeling to vanish as quickly as it came.“How’s that for motivation Sweetheart?” Sweetheart looked up at him breathlessly. She didn’t know what to say.“I’ll call Linda right now.” Damien rubbed her shoulders.“Good girl.” As Sweetheart turned she felt a sharpsmackon her ass. A little spark of Jacqueline came back, probably because of thatincidentthat occurred on her first day as a writer for Kayoed magazine nine years prior. Sweetheart extinguished that though as she giggled and looked back at Damien with lovey obey eyes. Settling down on her desk, Sweetheart picked up the phone a dialed.“Yes Miss McCauley?”“Linda I…” She felt herself hesitate again. Too much of her was going against this…but then there was the thought of the orgasm.“I wanted to apologize.”“Apologize?” from Linda’s tone, she must have thought she heard “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.”“Yes, I’ve treated you very poorly and, even if it was for your own good, I think I may have crossed the line. The truth is, you’re a talented intelligent and extremely competent young woman. I’m lucky to have you as my assistant and if it’s any consolation, my treatment of you these past few months was just to make you a stronger tougher person.”“I… I don’t know what to say,” Linda said. “I um…” Sweetheart could hear a sniff and the start of tearing up.“Thank you, Miss McCauley!”“Please, call me S…call me Jackie. Another thing Linda, you’re quite beautiful. Did I ever tell you that?”“Oh well um. Thank you, Miss…Thank you, Jackie.”“Of course you know that. You were in Alpha Delta at Merlin. No way they’d let an ugly girl in there would they?”“No ma’am.” Sweetheart looked up at Damien who was clearly enjoying this conversation. He made a gesture for her to continue.“So, I was wondering. During our pledging they made us watch all that lesbian porn half naked to see who was lying about being a dyke. Do you remember that?” There was a sharp intake of breathe on the other end.“W…w…what? I mean, yes but…”“And then they even make the girls who admitted they were lesbians or bisexual sit with the other ones. I don’t think it was about sexuality at all. Just to see who had the willpower to handle their own sex drive. That’s what I always thought when I put the next pledge class to the test anyway.”“Oh…” Linda didn’t seem to have anything to say to that. Damien’s smile was getting wider. Sweetheart felt her heart flutter. She was doing it! She was pleasing him!“Yes, that was my thought. I have to admit, I almost didn’t make it past that test during Pledge Week. I mean, I always considered myself straight, but there was this one bisexual Indian Sister and this other bisexual brunette sex pot in my pledge class that just drove me… I don’t know. It was hard to describe in that environment. You know what I mean Linda?”“I suppose…” There was a pause.“Miss M… Jackie, why are you telling me all this?”“You’re a dyke aren’t you Linda? No I take that back. You’re bisexual right?” Sweetheart could practicallyhearLinda blush on the other side of the office door.“Yes M… Yes Jackie.” Sweetheart looked up at Damien, her hand running down her chest separating her shirt a little more. “And you find me attractive don’t you Linda?”“I…” There was no way Linda wasn’t getting redder. “You’re …” “Perhaps this conversation would be better in private Linda. Come into the office won’t you?”“Yes Jackie.” The girl hung up. Big sparkling fluid desperate eyes looked at Damien. “I did well right Damien? I did what you wanted?” Please say yes please say yes please say yes… "Good girl"he uttered with a slap to her ass with an enthusiastic 'here we go' attitude.(couldn't note the smallest pause, the faintest delay in her actions, it was only when her head started to turn, to shift her gaze toward him that he spotted it in her eyes. Lips pursed together as if she wanted to lay into him, as if she had been holding in a day's worth of arguments to make to his face. The brief gaze made him wonder if he was losing control of her. It was a ridiculous assertion of course; Damien's control over his beauties had been a work in progress for several years now, and he wasn't some newborn with these gifts feeling his way around with them like in his teenage days. If nothing else, the brief taste of the orgasm she'd felt was a testament to that kind of power. It was a display that went beyond mental control, it focused a sensation so intense without even a touch from him that fed almost fully on her own imagination, her own craving. It was an artificial creation of the stuff that dreams were made of. In particular, Jackie's dreams. A feeling, a direction, a general stimulation, this was all Damien needed to bring about her lively arousal. Once that was done, her imagination did the rest. That's right, like a plane on autopilot, Damien had very little responsibility and effort in bringing about that particular gift. He simply let her body and mind come together in the task of making it happen. That small tinge in her gaze, that flare, it never really had a chance to mature into a defiance that could amuse the master manipulator in the room. Instead, it faded, almost immediately. The latest in a surprising jolts of a spider's prey as it was being cocooned, that immediate spurt, that brief push that seemed to come out of nowhere because of how long there had been silent stillness, it caught his attention but didn't last long enough to hold it. And just like a spider combing over more and more of his prey with webbing so that the next surge would be even less notable than this one, Damien's lips twitched into a smile amusing himself at the idea of how much fun he could have with a feisty and truly objecting Jacqueline. His cupcake, his muffin, his sweetheart stamped out any opposition to her presence, and Damien could only match that dreamy gaze as his eyes traveled up and down her body again. The push of her arms as she moved to her desk, the way her legs curled after she settled atop it. Her chair, a small ways behind Damien was clearly not an option, but it didn't matter. Here she was, an image of power, prestige, allure, everything about her so enticing as she reached for the phone to make her call.“And then they even make the girls who admitted they were lesbians or bisexual sit with the other ones. I don’t think it was about sexuality at all. Just to see who had the willpower to handle their own sex drive. That’s what I always thought when I put the next pledge class to the test anyway.” Damien's hands were planted just above Jacqueline's knees, her skirt lifted by the natural curve of her legs hanging over the desk, and lifted just a little more by the way his fingers seeped beneath the garment shifting upward. He had no obvious or blatant attempt to lift her skirt for the sole purpose of doing it, rather it seemed to be a cute side effect of his hands casually gliding along her legs. His palms gripped at her giving her creamy white and oh-so-smooth legs a massaging squeeze, then a tender massaging rub, followed by a series of fingernail-trails grazing from halfway up her thighs and the tops of her legs back toward her knees.“Yes, that was my thought. I have to admit, I almost didn’t make it past that test during Pledge Week. I mean, I always considered myself straight, but there was this one bisexual Indian Sister and this other bisexual brunette sex pot in my pledge class that just drove me… I don’t know. It was hard to describe in that environment. You know what I mean Linda?” His hands evolved their soft roaming touches to a more methodical pushing of her legs. A small push, a fixed press, and she'd find her legs being parted before him simply, it would seem, so that he could wedge a single leg between them making it impossible for her to cross her legs again unless she were to do it behind his own leg. Finally... wedging the rest of his body in place, he indulged in his closeness. He indulged intheircloseness, even as Jackie continued to fulfill the terms of his expectations. He couldn't help but smile at the way she managed Linda over the phone, he was obviously not present for the events discussed, but it didn't stop his imagination from roaming. And what was the fashion world if not a muse for one's imagination? As the conversation continued, Damien's hands became a little more familiar, helping themselves in and out of the openings to her shirt at his leisure, sometimes just wrapping his arms around her to hold her close to him, taking in her scent again, kissing along shoulders, upper arm, chest line and neck without discriminating. Jackie could even feel that he was sensually torturing her throughout the duration of her call, trying to keep her off balance, off footing, as if anytime she could moan or gasp into the phone itself. But she did make it through the call in the end, did she ever. And because she did, it was time to be rewarded. “I did well right Damien? I did what you wanted?” "Oh, you did well sweetheart. You did... really well." His words were separated by a gap as he tilted his head, letting his lips pepper the length of her neck. He didn't feel the need to move or shift her body in order to do this, it almost felt by this point thatmuffinwould tear off a limb if it so much as got in his way. It honestly felt like all he'd need to do was express an interest in a part of her body, and she'd present it to him no questions asked. Her cheek felt warm against his own, a testament to how flush she was becoming under his influence. Maybe it was a magical element of his power, or maybe he was just letting her thrive in a direction she could not steer away from. The biggest thing was that she was not beingallowedto try and oppose him. It left nothing for her to do but enjoy the artificial surroundings he'd imprisoned her in. But God, what a prison. He let his cheek shift beneath her jaw line, his lips kissing to their heart's content along her neck. Toward her chest he veered, taking every advantage of the way her shirt was parted by her own slender fingers tugging on the fabric during her call. Small hums separated each kiss and the above words filled the gap before he concluded the thought, extending his little play area, filling it with more vague inspiration." And you're going to keep doing well, aren't you cupcake?" His palms rubbed up the sides of her arms, rolling along her shoulder until his thumbs stroked up each cheek and his fingers were clasped perpendicular to her neckline." You're going to keep doing very well." It was a marvel really, how many times he'd had the chance to kiss her and decided not to. Denying himself the pleasure served no other purpose than to test his discipline, and right now was when he would treat himself to a taste, a taste of those luscious and colorful lips. A taste, before Linda would be present, and he'd be giving himself a feast for the eyes more than anything else. He took the time to indulge in every bit of the prize that remained seated on the desk, just waiting to be enjoyed like a favorite plaything of his. He didn't rush the kiss, wanting to savor the taste and not caring whether some small part of Jacqueline was there to fight it. In a way he amusingly hoped there was, a prisoner in her own mind, looking through her eyes, smacking at the soundproof window trying to have a say, trying to stop herself from becoming exactly what she was, all while Damien took every advantage he deemed worth taking. He extended the kiss a little longer, so that as Linda knocked on the door, the leverage of Jacqueline's earlier request could exist with more potency. Jacqueline had mentioned on the phone that privacy was the point to her summoning, so Linda likely wouldn't wait long or for a formal invite (another) to enter. Damien thoroughly expected that within a few seconds, whether Jacqueline said anything or nothing at all, Linda would assume she was simply supposed to enter the office and make herself available. So... what did Damien do? He kissed Jacqueline again. An interruption after a quaint two knocks from the assistant that served both purposes of asking permission to enter, or simply alerting Jackie that she was here. It was as if either could be fulfilled by the simple gesture of both quick consecutive knocks. Damien's lips curled into a grin deciding to release Jacqueline from the kiss a little slower than one might if they were indeed trying to hide some tryst. There was something brazen about the way his hands simply wrapped around her sides, his palms feeling her up and down as his lips remained locked, his tongue in its dance with her own. It was not long enough for Linda to spot it and leave, however. Oh, no... that wouldn't do. Linda had just enough of a glimpse of the kiss, just enough of a gander of Damien's arms recoiling slowly from Jackie's body, his palm flattening down his own shirt at the stomach level and his index finger and thumbs nudging his own lapel as he walked around the desk to approach the pretty young blond.("I'm... I'm sorry, I should have waited, I can... I'll come back, I'll..." Linda's glance moved to the floor from Jackie, her eyes were only on Damien for a sense of familiarity, but it was as if walking in on the scene was a little too weird. It wasn't that she couldn't get around the fact that Jackie and Damien could be attracted to each other, far the opposite, Linda had seen first hand the power displayed by the beautiful Jackie, and she'd felt the impact of Damien's presence in their short conversation together. It wasn't jealousy for Damien. No, that wasn't it at all... rather the conversation she'd had on the phone was the biggest contributor to her momentary awkwardness. She'd expected some privacy, it could just be that unlike the actual secretary, Linda wasn't stuck at a desk all day. Linda could well have expected that upon receiving this phone call from Jackie, that Damien had been dismissed. Damien would have been gone, shouldhave been gone. But here he was." No, you should stay." Damien smirked, the words were just as captivating as the ones Jackie would have heard prior to locking the door before opening it to dismiss him. His hands ran down the length of his vest and evened out the small ruffled patterns (if you could call them that) that had come from his close quarters with Jackie mere seconds ago. And yes, speaking of Jackie, his cupcake wouldn't find herself capable of turning around or getting off the desk absent some sort of permission. No, it seemed that for the time being Damien found her appearance quaint, cute, all manner of fetching." I... should... stay?" There was a believable confusion, the drive to bring her into this office was strong, it was a very profound flirtation of an invitation from Jackie, and it was based on the premise of privacy, so Damien's presence was clearly a rock in those otherwise smooth waters. Even so, his power was not long waiting to generate results. She found herself repeating the sentence back to him, less questioning now, and more statement-oriented." I should. I should stay."" Mm. You should." Damien nodded with pursed lips, a satirical thoughtful look on his face as if he were letting her come to a conclusion all by herself, an inside joke that he just didn't have the heart to spoil for her, but couldn't help teasing with the facial expression. He stopped directly in front of her, eying her up and down as well, not unlike the treatment Jackie had received before she was walked back to her desk from the doorway. Both women had their particular traits that made them beautiful, and for the time being, Damien wasn't going to rush making a choice. The choice wasn't between Jackie or Linda, no, that selection was obvious. The choice was what to have them do for each other...teach other. What would be a good place to start?" Shouldn't she, Jacqueline? Shouldn't she stay?" It hardly mattered what Jacqueline would say, but it was one of those comments just designed to get her speaking, get herinvolvedso to speak in what was happening, it was a small way of 'permitting' her to speak. The implication of course was that if he wanted, she could have been a statue on that desk. A beautiful sculpture, silent, pretty, amazing to look at, and not heard in the slightest. The generic and vague question confirming his invitation for Linda to stay, sharing that with Jacqueline, it just prompted her to participate, verbally if not completely freely yet. Then, he prompted a more physical rotation. Quite specifically in fact, he prompted a spin, a turn-about, a rotation. Even as he stepped behind Linda, intent on not obscuring her view of what was to come, he settled behind her, letting his palms rub up and down her arms directing her wrists in front of her stomach." Jacqueline sweetheart, would you turn around for Linda here? Let her take a look at you?" Again the words could have been interpreted in any number of ways, but somehow that fetching image of her poised on her desk, legs crossed in a classy manner, palms pressed to the edge of the desk giving Linda the same view he had appreciated up close not 5 minutes ago, that seemed to be exactly what she was compelled to do. Speak to them, answer their questions, give her opinion, but also let Linda look at her. Standing behind the blond, he began to work her over, not quite as potent an orgasm as Jackie felt earlier, but rather a slow burn of a build; such would be the experience Linda would find her nether regions flirting with. It was a simmering heat, a tingle, a few streaking jolts giving her the sensation of goosebumps and streaking flares of pleasure that threatened to burst into a flame of arousal. Again however, unlike with Jacqueline who received a higher sense of that ecstasy, even if just for a second, Linda was teased with the possibility of where it could go. She wasn't given the rooftop experience of the arousal that Jacqueline felt." Now... Linda darling, you were about to tell Jacqueline here if you felt she was Astra... ah-... ah..." His hands ventured back down her arms as both the assistant and the representative in the room caught her aching need to feel, well, herself. Almost as if it wasn't real, brought to this level of need? This aching desire to be touched? But he hadn't touched her! Not once... not anywhere near close enough to have this impact on her. It was like experiencing a gag gift of vibrating underwear for the first time. The onslaught of sensations teasing her scaled slowly, they rose and fell, heightened and lowered, but the drive urged her to tighten her own legs, to feel just out of curiosity, and it was the broken up utterance of the word 'attraction' that Damien scolded her with so lightly, like a teacher having caught the young student trying to sneak out to recess early. Oh no, no touching. Not yet. Damien's palms over her wrists were achingly soft, his voice was antagonizing her, it was downright cruel. His words, like his touch, were soft as a feather, mere utterance escorted by a light tingle along her arms and wrists, but she might as well have been weighed down by an anchor. Her hands wouldn't move away from his grip, his chin rested atop her shoulder as he restarted some of his sentence, delaying it by speaking slowly, as if to punish Linda for interrupting him with the audacity of trying to touch herself." Now... you were about to tell Jacqueline if you find her attractive."" We're not-... we're ... she wanted to have this conversation in private." Damien's eyes clasped shut... his lips twitched at the sides." I'll bet she did Linda. I'll bet she did. Don't mind me, okay? I'm ... furniture."he quipped playfully, turning to warm her ear with his breath as he uttered the words. They weren't spoken huskily or in any kind of dark tone, rather it was just what it was, a playful quip, a matter-of-fact statement designed to fill the time that Linda was exposed to his aura, his presence. Every few seconds, she was becoming more and more susceptible to the same hopeless state in which Jacqueline's defiant spirit found itself. Drowned out... smothered, a quiet imprisoned observer allowed to watch was happening to her but not able to do anything about it; replaced by someone, something inside of her, that would do exactly what Damien wanted when he wanted it." So I'll ask again. Do you f-... no? No she'll ask. I'm furniture after all. Jacqueline dear; why don't you pick up where you left off on the phone? Hm?" He spoke to Jacqueline, but this time his face was turned toward Linda's cheek, breathing in her scent, taking in the feel of her body against his own, scanning her briefly as he did. The madness of what was happening, even if it looked rather subdued from an outside observer, was starting to crack the control that Damien had encased Cupcake in. She didn’t even to be in control of her movement, as she watched Damien get close and intimate with Linda. She did have enough control to put on a forlorn look on her face. Furthermore, she was so nervous! Jealousy was one emotion that presumably wasn’t exorcised by Damien. Cupcake idly assumed that he might not have the ability to, totally unaware that it was actually an emotion he wished to cultivate in his Cupcake." Shouldn't she, Jacqueline? Shouldn't she stay?" “I think she should Damien. It’s what you want, after all.” That was all that mattered. What Damien wanted. But that jealousy. Surelythiswasn’t what he wanted? Could it? It became downright agonizing when he saw Damien stimulate Linda. The look was unmistakable. How could hedonist? It wasn’tthere! Jackie was Damien’s Sweetheart! It…" Now... you were about to tell Jacqueline if you find her attractive." Cupcake went over things in her head as Linda piped up a minor objection. Then it clicked. She understood! She got it now! Damien wasn’t doing this to make Cupcake jealous! God, what a silly notion! No he was doing it to prep Linda for the, ahem, show that he wanted to see, that was all. She would have to admit her sins to Damien later.Oh, I hope he understands. I’m a weak little girl when I’m around him, he must know that! He’ll forgive me. He has to. [/b][/color] “Jacqueline dear; why don't you pick up where you left off on the phone? Hm?" That’s when things got…complicated. Maybe it was those deep dark secret fantasies fermenting deep in her unconscious. Maybe it was all those years being the strong vicious evil bitch that she was. Either way, she was able to calculate that despite everything that Damien could have wanted. For this he wanted Jacqueline…with just the right mix of Cupcake. She resolved to oblige him. No. She resolved to give him everything he desired. “Of course Damien!” Jackie purred. She stalked towards Linda with an unmistakable ravenous sex kitten look on her face. It had been remarked more than once that Jackie was always one step away from being a model herself and this was proof positive of that. She wrapped her arms around the younger woman’s waist and pulled her back away from Damien a few steps. “Like I was saying, it’s quite clear you’re attracted to me Linda.” Linda was turning a scarlet. If Damien was “stimulating” her as well it was clear that he wasn’t removing embarrassment any more than he had removed jealousy. “No it’s okay. No need to be embarrassed. Like I said I consider myself straight…” Jackie’s hand travelled from the young blonde’s ass to under her furry and fashionable sweater, the skin of her palms brushing against the skin of Linda’s back. “But I wouldn’t say no to the right woman. It’s that kind of ambiguity that I hate Linda. I really do. But I consider myself lucky.” She got in closer to the young secretary. Forehead touched forehead as Jackie’s hands traveled back down to the sides of Linda’s thighs. Jackie’s fingers lightly scratched through the fine material of Linda’s yellow skirt.“We… Why’s that Miss M… Jackie?” If Linda had any compulsion to flee this insane situation it must have long since vanished as she seemed to feel herself drowning in Jackie’s arms…and Damien’s control. Jackie’s hand went back to that finely toned ass and gripped it. She brought her lips to Linda’s soft ones and pressed. Although it had been something that tickled the back of her mind, Jackie had never even considered this a fantasy. And, truth be told, the sexuality didn’t stimulate her being. No it was the feeling of power and control. Both the control she had over Linda and the control she had lost to Damien. A strange mix to be sure but one she couldn’t find anything less than irresistible. Jackie wasn’t sure how long she spent pressing her lips to Linda’s lips, pushing her tongue in Linda’s mouth, wrapping her gorgeous brunette head around Linda’s blonde head, lifting Linda’s skirt as she grouped young fit thighs and ass. But when she finally let Linda go her first thought and look wasn’t to the blonde but to the man in the room. Damien loved it. That much was obvious. Nothing else mattered and Jackie’s heart raced. He liked it but he wanted more. That much was just as obvious. “Because I want it Linda. And I get what I want. And today, what I want is whatever Damien wants.” She ran her long dexterous fingers through Linda’s silky blonde locks and looked at Damien. In a voice so sweet that, in any other state, Linda might not have recognized it as belonging to Jacqueline McCauley she asked, “What would you like me to do now Damien? I’m…” At your command. All yours. Your Cupcake. Your Sweetheart. Your Angel. Your Muffin. “I’m eager to hear your next recommendation.” As Jacqueline lead Linda forward, Damien simply let his arms sway back as his hands fell away from the blonde, the idea of handing her off, of turning her over, of passing her along to Jacqueline was almost symbolic though it made absolutely no difference. By this point, both women were his to command. Much like Jacqueline, it was the display of power that made the eroticism of this scene so compelling. Damien could make these two women do anything, everything he'd want, and it was only when Jacqueline pushed him to give direction that he found himself struggling with what to ask for. It was a small struggle to be sure, as if somehow this were a one-time thing that he'd better not waste. That thought had little to no place in this situation, but it was hard not to view it as such. The kiss had been fantastic, there was certainly no denying it, and whether Jacqueline knew it or not, there was something about it that did arouse jealousy from the man in the room. It was a quaint jealousy, as if he were tormenting himself with the discipline not to take Jackie then and there. Instead, finding other ways to use her with this control became some kind of cute game. So, with her blatant request all but pleading to be used, to be directed, to be guided, Damien let his eyes dart from the blonde to the raven-haired beauty, back to the blonde. His teeth gnawed on the inside of his lower lip as he thought on it for just a couple of seconds. Then, the thought of the conversation he'd had earlier with Linda came to mind. The irony of having Jacqueline polish and clean Linda's shoes just seemed to make the man smirk. So that's what he went with. He made his way to the right of the desk again, bypassing it and placing his hands on the chair he'd rolled away earlier so that he could casually roll it down to the left side of the desk and stop just beside it." Linda sweetheart, have a seat." he began. It might have seemed as though he were ignoring Jackie at first, but she'd find that to be far from the case. Linda may have fought the instinct at first to obey, the compulsion, but with time, and in the haze she'd be experiencing, Jacqueline would be able to observe her making her way toward the chair and settling in. Even as she did so, Damien crossed paths with her, approaching Jackie herself as she was left alone by Linda's obedience to his instruction. Jackie was naturally not alone for long as Linda's absence was replaced with Damien's company. Standing beside her, he eyed the young blonde up and down, a feigned gawking so to speak. His lips parted as he inhaled briefly, looking to ask Jackie a question, but deciding to think on appropriate wording. Finally, speaking about Linda as if she couldn't hear them, as if she were deaf given how close she was... he began to speak to Jackie again." Did you actually make this woman polish your shoes?" The word 'actually' was accentuated as the most important word in his sentence. The idea that there was something outrageous about it, or something just downright notable, be it for good or bad, was present in his question. The thought that he couldn't believe it, or that he needed her to admit to it, without knowing whether it would please him, or hurt him, his voice did a good job of disguising whatever the outcome would be. Damien proceeded to step behind Jackie again, glancing down at her own shoes. With one hand on her shoulder, the other slid in along her waist, he directed her to turn for him without so much as a word, rather a gentle gesture of his own and when she did, he eyed her up and down as well. Special attention was paid to her shoes and with that smirk of inspiration, he congratulated Linda on doing such a great job." Well... they certainly are spotless now; aren't they?" It was a rhetorical question, Jackie's answer was not needed, nor wanted for that matter. Then, Damien let his gaze pass over Jackie's shoulder to the blonde sitting patiently in her boss's chair to the right of the desk (their left)." I think it only fair that you return the favor, hm?" He began, wondering whether that would be enough. Finally, he settled on adding a last directive. "Yes, yes I think that's the least you could do cupcake. We'll let Linda get back to her work, but before you do, why don't you make sure her shoes are... spotless?" Sweetheart was bewildered. Schwas happening it was hard to sort it all out. Linda was sitting…interchain?! Of all the things Damien had done to the ruthless fashion editor this seemed to be the most shocking. The most distressing. No non! She had spent songs muchtimeandeffortandblood sweatandtears! That wasHERchair! While not a sudden break, the control that Damien had been placed on Jackie began to crack. Her eyes narrowed at the young blonde in Her Chair.“Damien, I don’t like…” Damien was nonplussed. A smirk and an eyebrow raise at the words of “I don’t like” seemed to be all that was needed. Jackie felt her body shiver and then the desire to get on her knees like a servant, a slave, a dog, washed over her. But no! No, no no, no NO!“Damien! I…” She saw her hand shaking, but the anger was rising up in her too much.“Get her out of my chair! She doesn’t deserve to be there! I’ll do...” whatever you want“I’ll be open to anything you want just someone like Linda can’t sit in my chair! Surely you can understand that can’t you?” Well the resistance didn’t totally break her but defiance, any defiance, was surely going to upset Damien! Jackie…no Cupcake! Cupcake didn’t like that idea. She got closer to Damien as Linda looked on oblivious. Jackie’s soft manicured hand stroked his cheek gently, lightly caressing his perfect skin with the back of her nails knowing just how often it drove her ex-boyfriends wild.“Please Damien. It would mean a lot to me. Maybe if Linda sits on the desk or on the floor?” Cupcake gently laid her head on his chest hoping all those years of fashion study and learning every technique women had to keep men wrapped around their fingers would work on Damien. As much as she loved and treasured him there was a limit on what she would do after all. He would understand that. He justhadto!“Please?”

Evil Is Always Fashionable (Ron Don Volante & Kristen)|rating:4.0

The Wedding ( Velasterian & Rel Mayer )

(Shea was in by no means a particularly eccentric figure. In truth, there were a lot of things about her that indicated she was a normal every day woman in her late twenties, nearing that big 30 mark of adulthood and settling down. She already had what she wanted. A nice job working social media accounts for some big brands, with a salary that gave her the independence that she needed to never feel tied down by any man. The woman filled her life with great adventures, great friends, and memories to make the perfect social media account for herself. Of course, it was public, she wanted the entire world to see her. However, even this was never a problem. The support system of her friends, family, colleagues, and soon to be husband were enough to raise her up. To make her worry of very little, besides an occasional bad day at work or an unfortunate mood that would quickly be wiped off her face once she realized how grateful she was. With all that in mind, Cecily couldn't put her finger on why she was so absolutely miserable at her wedding rehearsal dinner. There she was surrounded by the lifeblood that kept the perfect life running, and all she could think about was the heavy cloud hanging over her head. Michael Smith, the man she was soon to wed to, was the perfect husband. Handsome, charming, rich, and the type of guy that any parent would feel comfortable whisking their daughter off to. The man showed Cecily nothing but respect and love, and Cecily reflected it back in her own chocolate brown eyes at him. However, something was hidden behind those brown orbs. Doubts, feelings, "what ifs?" The most unfortunate part about all of this was that she absolutely couldn't figure out what was causing this flipping sensation of her stomach. It's probably just cold feet. All women get this, right?she said to herself, taking a long breath. It wasn't the right time to be thinking about such deep thoughts as she stood at the end of the table. Sitting next to her husband to be and dressed in a silk blue dress that flowed across her deliciously curvy frame like water. Her olive skin glimmered in the low lighting. Candles on top of white tablecloths. Pretty plates, silverware, and a table of at least ten on their end. The rented an entire room to fill with friends, family, and the lot. And this was only the closest people to them. The wedding and reception tomorrow was supposed to be huge! The whole weight of it growing heavy on her shoulders. Small strands of her chestnut brown hair falling in curls over her shoulders, as she looked to the side. She didn't wear a lot of jewelry, besides a golden bangle and a pair of open toed blue sandals. A simple golden necklace dangled against her necklines, and her makeup was complementing toward her naturally pretty features." Hey Cede, are you ok?" a female friend from work said to her as she walked around with her champagne glass. "Your glass looks half-full. Why don't I get you another? But can't get you too drunk before your big day!" she winked at her friend, and Cecily blinked her long eyelashes over her brown eyes a few time. Forcing a smile on her nude painted lips." Oh... Sorry, Sally! Just lost in thought," Cecily said brushing it off and raising her half-empty champagne glass to her friend. "Fill me up. You know from our Christmas party last year it takes more than just bubbles to get me toasted," Cecily winked and sent her friend away. However, it was at that time, through the chattering of everyone around her laughing and sharing their favorite memories--she looked out to the side of the table. Her best-friend was sitting there. Looking as handsome as every with his charming face and broad jawline. He was telling a story to some of her friends, and Cecily leaned into listen. It was about the time the two of them were traveling to Thailand. Cecily was absolutely determined to go on a proper adventure in the Jungle, but after paying the wrong translator and guide--they ended up in the middle of the jungle where nowhere to go. Only one backpack, one bottle of bug spray, and not enough time before the sun would set and leave them in the jungle at night... Cecily thought about that memory as she slipped her elbow to the table and leaned into to listen to her best friend. He was the most magnificent storyteller and the best of person to share memories with. He even got along with her soon-to-be husband perfectly! Not that it would matter, as her friend was always so supportive in any decision that she made. She remembered that evening in the Jungle. He had every reason to be mad at her. Maybe she was still hungover from the night before, and it impaired her judgement. She was so scared, worried, wondering if this was where she was going to die. But her friend was cautious, strong, and using probably some adorable skills from his boy scout days -- brought them to a nearby road where they followed it into a small town. Negotiating a way back to Bangkok and into the sleepy slumber of their hotel room. What Cecily realized that she remembered that night was even after he saved her -- what she wanted more than anything was to sleep in his bed -- which she did. She slipped her arm around his side, and he pulled his arm around her. For a moment she remembered fondly the moment when he pulled her in closer. There were no words. Just their skin touching skin. An urge was felt then to lean her head up and kiss him. To commemorate their time together. To feel his fingers roaming against her body. His leg between her thighs. Her lips touching--"Refill is up!" Sally said handing her the champagne and Cecily snapped out of her fantasy. Hitting the tail end of her best friend's story. Cecily didn't say anything, other than a wink and a big smile. She slipped herself out from under the table. Regaling herself down memory lane just reminded her of how badly she missed her best friend, and she wondered why these thoughts lifted her spirits in such a way. The tiles beneath her cackled as her husband to be chatted away with some old cousins. Her hand slipped out to touch the shoulder blades of her friend as she leaned in. She smelled like lavender and her voice was so calming, as well, "You're not sharing embarrassing stories about me the day before my wedding day, are you?" Cecily asked with a jest, leaning over his shoulder to look at him from behind. ("Were you mad at her?" Charles "Charlie" Darrow chuckled loudly at the question, expecting someone at the table to ask him that. After all, it was a valid inquiry: who wouldn't be angry with someone who had just gotten them stranded in the middle of Thailand jungle because of renting the wrong guide? Charlie could still recall that day vividly in his mind, and he knew he had every right to be pissed at his best friend for making such a silly mistake, one that could've easily gotten them both seriously hurt, or worse. And yet..." Oh, I came this close," he admitted as he regaled the table of Cecily's friends with his story, "but you know me and Cede, how could I stay mad at her? Besides, getting mad would've just made things worse. The poor dear was scared and ready to break down, and I figured I was going to be strong for the both of us. Better to complain about her choice of guide when we were both safe than in the middle of the jungle, am I right?" Everyone around the table seemed to agree, nodding and murmuring aloud, and then someone asked him, "So what did you do after that?"" Well," continued Charlie, "since it was dark outside, we walked until we found a clearing that allowed us to get a good look at the stars. I looked for the north star, figuring we could pick a direction and just head in it. But we had no idea how far we'd be walking, so I foraged nearby for something to eat, figuring it might also help calm down Cede. We were in luck, because we came across a patch of red sorrel. Sour as all hell, but quite refreshing. Anyway..." As he continued talking, Charlie would occasionally glance over to the table where Cecily was actually sitting, her status as the bride-to-be for the wedding tomorrow on full display. Every time he saw her, he smiled happily, always glad to be reminded of how happy he was for his best friend. Cecily was incredibly lucky, marrying a man who couldn't be more perfect for her. Michael Smith was kind, thoughtful, and the kind of man who would dote on Cecily every day, making sure she was in want of nothing. Charlie had always had an irrational fear that Cecily might marry a man who was an abusive, smarmy asshole, but Michael was the polar opposite of that, possessing no negative characteristics. Honestly, there was no better person to be Cecily's husband. And yet... His story was getting closer to the end, when he and Cecily had managed to find a road and negotiated their way back to their Bangkok hotel, a spot in his story where he wasn't going to go further. After all, what happened after reaching their hotel was fairly...private. Charlie could still picture that evening, when Cecily had begged him to sleep in his bed that night. Figuring her nerves were still shot, he had obliged, with her ending up in his arms as the two lay there quietly after a very exhausting 24 hours. He would've expected things to end there, except...they didn't. For whatever reason, Cecily had felt compelled to place her arms around him, and for that same inexplicable reason, he had felt compelled to do the same. From there, things escalated into light touching, their hands upon the other's back, his toes brushing teasingly against hers, his chin resting lightly upon her forehead. Honestly, he should've seen it coming that she would lean up to kiss him. She didn't reach her lips, only his chin, but the feeling of that soft kiss had stayed with him ever since then. It was only through sheer willpower (and perhaps some exhaustion on both of their part) that he didn't lean down to return that kiss. Had he done so, he imagined there would've been a lot more than simple cuddling. In a way, he was glad that they hadn't done that. Cecily had been his best friend for years before that point, and he hated to think that they could've jeopardized that friendship in a moment of weakness like that. But now that she had found a man to marry, and one worthy of someone as wonderful as her, why did he recently feel so...unsure about that? All these years the thought of going further in his relationship with Cecily had rarely crossed his mind, and whenever it did, he dismissed it as unnecessary. He and Cede had the best friendship two people could ever ask for, and there seemed no reason for the two of them to ever take things further. Yet that night in Bangkok, when he felt her lips press against his skin so delicately and tenderly...did he really feel comfortable not fully exploring that potential avenue with her? It didn't matter, Cecily was getting married to Michael, and the two of them would undoubtedly live a rich and fulfilling marriage. The one big downside would be that she wouldn't be able to see him as frequently as before - she would be focusing on her new husband after the wedding, of course - but that was an understandable price to pay for her happiness. But that kiss... His drifting thoughts on the subject, as well as the tail end of his story, was interrupted when he felt a hand touch his muscular shoulder. He didn't need to turn around to know who it was - he was so familiar with the shape of Cecily's hand that he could tell it was her blindfolded. He inhaled the scent of her lavender perfume moments before she leaned in to get a good look at him, her voice quickly asking if she was telling embarrassing stories about him. The playfulness in her voice was noticeable, so he had to laugh before answering." Of course, Cede, a wedding dress-rehearsal is the perfect place to embarrass your best friend, after all." Everyone at the table laughed, though the laughter was playful without any hint of snide or bitterness; Charlie would never tell anyone stories about Cecily that would make her feel ashamed. "Oh, the stories I can tell about you," he continued with a big smile on his lips, "but I'll save those for another day, maybe at the wedding toast tomorrow." More laughter followed, though Charlie quickly stymied it by raising his glass of champagne for an impromptu toast." To Cede," he said, "and to her future with the luckiest man in the world, the one who will be her husband." Everyone agreed to toast to that, and after a series of glassed clinking with each other everyone took a long series of sips of their glasses. Charlie only to a single swig before he abruptly stood up. "I'll see you guys around, then?" He smiled as everyone waved to him as he moved away from the table, placing one hand upon Cecily's back to coax her away with him. It had been a while since the two of them had had any time to talk all by themselves, and he figured this would be a good opportunity to do so. They didn't go very far from the rest of the wedding rehearsal party, just far enough for them to talk without being interrupted. Leaning against a nearby table, he looked at his best friend with an almost prideful look. "How are you holding up, Cede?" he asked, looking her over to make sure she wasn't about ready to collapse in front of you. "I heard you were spacing out a little earlier, so I was worried you were tired or something. Everything all right? Oh, and I hope you didn't mind me telling them that story of our Thailand escapades. I didn't tell them everything, just enough to put a smile on their faces, I promise." Standing there, leaning against the table for support, Charles looked far different from his usual appearance. As someone who liked to spend a lot of his time outdoors, he often liked to let his long, shoulder-length hair cascade wherever it may, and his beard tended to look fairly rough. In stark contrast, he had cleaned himself quite a bit for the wedding rehearsal, trimming his beard to a clean length and keeping his dark brown locks n a cleaner, more maintained state. Still, no amount of maintenance could hide the playful, animalistic side of him, which was still very much evident as he gazed at her with his deep blue gaze, waiting to hear how she would answer his questions. Cecily's hand met the defined structure of his back. The muscles were so defined, that she could even feel him slightly twitch when he paid notice to her standing behind him. She had a light touch. The type that could make anyone feel at ease. Her fingers brushed across his sun-lightened brown hair so that she could properly scratch his back. A sort of friendly exchange between them as she finished the end of their story. Giving them a small window to peak into, but not the reason why it truly resonated in their minds. Her pink tongue lapped around the strawberry tasting gloss on her lips. Again her mind was racing back to that night. That sudden embrace and that kiss which he did not return at her. It all made sense to Cede, and she hadn't thought of it very much until tonight. The woman's brown eyes met with many that had suddenly put all their eyes on her. It seemed as if she was getting married to Charlie at that point. With her hand resting on his back, and his body language leaning into her. They teased about an old trip together, and the many, many memories they shared. The two had history, a connection, and we both so damn fine that it left many wonders why they weren't fucking like jack rabbits all the time. Michael was the perfect fit for Cecily in this situation. It was the only factor that made this situation make sense." Oh... I'm supposed to look forward to my wedding reception and night, aren't I?" Cecily laughed and patted his shoulder in a friendly way. Feeling it linger across his back for too long. She smiled and teased, looking down at Charlie. "Now I'm going to fear everyone's going to know my silliest moments," she said leaning down to press her cheek against his beard and stubble. In truth, he could share embarrassing stories about her, but at the end of the day the two were adventurous and could go practically anywhere they wanted and have an amazing time. There was a moment of pause when he reached up to make a toast to her and Michael. Even if Michael was at this point at the other end of the table. A soft look of admiration was in Cecily's eyes. She raised her own glass of champagne to the cheers, and she listed to his words:and to her future with the luckiest man in the world, the one who will be her husband. A distant look came to her eyes once more. The sentence should have been obvious in the content, but when she said it and looked at him--she didn't think of Michael. She thought of wondering who that man was, and for a moment she saw a glimmer of Charlie in that shadowed man in her imagination. A confused look came over her face, but she forced a smile and clinked her glass with Charlie. A swig of champagne and all she could think about was, What in the devil is wrong with me today? She would have excused herself at that moment, but Charlie slipped his hand to the small of her back. She felt a twinge of excitement roar through her body, even if he had touched her many, many times before. They had known each other long enough for her to nod and follow what his eyes were mentioning. For the most part Cecily was silent on their little journey, but they were close enough that they didn't need to fill the void of silence with speech. Cecily seemed to lead, taking them up the stairs to the next level of the restaurant. It was the roof, but no one was up there today. It had pretty lights draped across large pole, and one could hear the bustling sound of cars and traffic beneath them. There were large skyscrapers around them, which was common for a nice high-scale restaurant area. The landscape of the cement and steel jungle was another adventure that Cecily was still struggling to adapt to. People always said she was born under a wandering star." Oh, it's just the usual cold feet," Cecily said trying to brush it off. But Charlie would know her better than that, and he continued to chatting. Cecily opened up in due time, but she rarely did on the first prompt. There was a pause after he brought up the Thailand escape that they had once upon a time. Her hand went to the railing of the roof, and she hung over it. Listening to the outside and feeling the cool air on her skin. Taking another sip of champagne she said, "I was thinking of that memory in Thailand, too, today." That was simply what she said, but it seemed as if there was so much more on the tip of her tongue that she wanted to say. Yet, her eyes were so distant--looking off into the landscape in front of them." I find it interesting that you were thinking about it too. Enough to tell the story," Cecily began with a smile, turning to him. Knowing that she couldn't stay guarded and silent with her best friend for too long. "However, I wasn't thinking about when we got lost in the jungle. I was thinking of..." a look came over Cecily's face. That's when she wanted to tell him. That she was thinking of his lips, the brush of his stubble over her chin, the closeness of his muscular and strong body clutching her own soft and petite one. Sharing the bed with him. The kiss... That one kiss, that she didn't know until now she sought after so badly." Oh, it's nothing," Cecily said brushing it off again. Looking off into the distance. Could she tell him what she thought? They had worked so hard on maintaining their friendship and her admitting her feelings of uncertainty before her wedding to Charlie would surely ruin that connection. Or would it? The usual cold feet. That was the explanation that Cede gave for her behavior. It was a reasonable explanation - after all, marriage was a major step in life, and someone could easily have second thoughts brought about by overthinking things. So when Cecily was suggesting she was just incredibly nervous about her upcoming big day, it would've been easy for Charles to believe her. And yet...and yet for some reason he didn't believe her. Cede was many things, but someone who got nervous about the unknown was not one of them. The two of them had been friends for years, and in all that time not once had he seen her nerves get the better of her. She was the kind of person who would sooner leap off a cliff into the sea below than take the time to find a safer pathway down the cliffside. Hell, she was the one who had gotten them lost in that Thai jungle in the first place because she wanted a sense of adventure. And now he was to believe that she was getting cold feet on her wedding day? Somehow he didn't think she was that kind of woman. He didn't voice his suspicions, however, because he wasn't the kind of guy to make his friends uncomfortable, especially not Cede. For all he knew, getting married was perhaps scarier than traveling to places unknown with little to no preparation. Different people reacted differently to different circumstances, and he couldn't claim they were lying without knowing for certain. So as the two of them stared at once another quietly on that rooftop, the wind causing his long locks to flutter gently about his shoulders, he studied Cecily's body language quietly, trying to determine if there really was something else that was making her act so erratically. His thoughts were interrupted when Cecily continued speaking, and she mentioned the Thailand trip. She had been thinking about the trip as well, she said...but not the jungle parts. No, she was thinking about something else, but before she could reveal what she had been thinking about, she stopped talking, her gaze staring at his face as she seemed to ponder whether she wanted to continue speaking. For some reason, Charlie felt his heart in his chest begin to beat a little faster, as if he already knew what she was referring to. Maybe he really did. If she would only say it aloud and confirm it......but she didn't. Cede brushed the topic away with a few dismissive words, trying to end the conversation right there and then. She looked away from him, staring off into the distant city horizon as the silence was filled with the distant engines of cars from the streets below. Something had made her feel uncomfortable, and Charlie could tell it was eating away at her. She had wanted to tell him something...and then had stopped herself. What had she been about to say? What was it about their trip in Thailand that she had been thinking about? If it wasn't their jungle escapades, then what else could it be? The local cuisine? The walk back to the hotel? The hotel itself......oh... As if struck in the face with something incredibly obvious, Charlie thought he deduced what Cecily was referring to. He had no proof, but what else could it be? Other than getting lost in the jungle, the only major even that had occurred between them was that one evening spent in that hotel room. He could still picture every moment clearly, from the way her lithe body pressed against his as they cuddled to the soft touch of her lips upon his chin - even now, thoughts of that moment were dancing through his mind clear as a bell. He had willingly chosen not to escalate that moment further, but he had always wondered what would things be like if he really had done so......and Cede seemed to be having the same idea. On the day before her wedding, no less. Was Cede having "cold feet" because she was remembering what it felt like to be with him that one night, even though it didn't lead to anything beyond a kiss and some cuddling? Did he really mean that much to her? Charlie suddenly knew what he had to do. If that really was what she was thinking about, then he couldn't stand by idly and let this sentiment fester inside her. She was slated to be married to Michael tomorrow, and he didn't want to let something that had happened between them jeopardize that. And yet...part of him also wondered if Cecily really should marry Michael if this was how she was feeling. His feelings were complicated and incoherent, and he needed to ground himself before opening up to his best friend. And there was one surefire way he liked to ground himself... Wordlessly, he approached Cecily, who was staring out over the railing with her back partially facing him. She would hear his footsteps approaching, but she wouldn't be able to turn around before he suddenly pressed his chest against her back, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her gently into his masculine embrace. One arm snaked firmly around her hips, while the other reached out and rested upon one of her hands that was clinging to the railing. He then placed his bearded chin upon her shoulder, letting the embrace envelope the both of them. They had hugged like this many times over the years, and never had it meant more than a close, friendly friendship between them. But maybe...maybe all this time, it meant something more..." Cece...something is the matter," he said gently to her, not sounding angry or overly concerned; he sounded like the same Charlie who would always comfort her in her times of need, either serious or in jest. "What is it? What were you thinking about? Were you thinking about...us? Were you thinking about what happened between us in that hotel room, and how it felt so...?" He didn't finish that sentence, but he didn't need to - the unspoken but understood word was wonderful... Cecily couldn't disclose why it had been so hard to open up to Charlie at that moment. So much had been shared with him that couldn't even skim the surface of what she had shared with Michael. Thoughts like this were making her struggle to understand why she had even agreed to marry Michael when there was someone like Charlie. Cecily took in a long breath to fill her lungs and then a long sigh came out. These follies plagued her mind as she stood there in silence. Listening to the comforting words of Charlie trying to reason with her during this emotional time. Not many friends would do something like this. It was proven that he cared for her more so than many... if not everyone. Why was she risking getting married and then slowly distancing herself from this friend. Is this what scared her? The smell of his cologne came closer. Tickling inside of her nostrils and setting her mind at ease. Almost like a familiar nostalgic feeling that brought calm and security to her mind. Reminding her why so many people had asked the age-old question of why the two had never dated. It just... never happened, and every time there was a thought the other was in a relationship. The respect for each other was so high, that the last thing they wanted to do was put the other in peril. However, that cologne drew her in and then the warm sensation of his strong and rugged hands at her side. Cecily wanted to turn, but he was strong and kept her in place. He was so much taller too. Feeling like she was completely wrapped by him and in the security of him. The cold breeze didn't hit her shoulders. Only the hardened texture of his muscles wrapping around her body and pulling her in close. The intensity of her anxiety had stiffened her back, but suddenly she felt like goo in his arms. Melting into him as she leaned her head against his own hair. Feeling his beard tickle the bare skin on her shoulders. A relaxed smile came to her face, and her fingers opened to intertwined with his own hands. It was such a romantic and impacting embrace. Something that the two had done as friends for years. This time, however, it felt wanting. It felt like she needed more. Cecily licked her lips and slipped her free hand to the hand on her hip. Leaving it stationary, and just enjoying the feeling of their bodies being so close. It reminded her of that night in Thailand. In the bed. Feeling so utterly weak and having only him to protect her. That closeness. The wanting. Then the uncertainty. IT was still there, but like a curtain she slowly felt the velvet cloth walls spread apart to open up to reason. The reason that she wanted him." Yes, something is the matter," Cecily said nuzzling her head into his groomed hair more. Feeling a few strands get free, even if he tried so hard to flatten it and look groomed for her rehearsal dinner. Then she waited for him to go on and he read her like an open book. Even if she had closed herself off standing on the rooftop, he seemed to know how to peel back the layers and see exactly what she was talking about. Then she finished his sentence." It felt so wonderful... It felt so right," Cecily said with her hand lifting his own from her waist. Using this opportunity to lift her fingers from the hand resting on the rail, and then she turned around to face him. Charlie would be able to see that wanting in her eyes. An unsure look as she wanted to see if he felt the same way." I apologize for bringing it up on a night like tonight, but I don't think I can go through with this knowing that we never got to..." Cecily paused. Unsure how to even say it to him. "...that we never got to really dive into that night. We stopped. Remember?" Cecily slipped her hands to his face. Her fingernails brushing the hairs of his beard aside before the soft fingertips slipped against his cheeks." That kiss. I can't stop thinking about it. I..." but then Cecily stopped. Realizing that she had been continuing to talk about these feelings, but she hadn't actually done anything about it. What if it was a fluke? What if it was just because she was feeling weak at that moment. Looking into his eyes, she saw him looking into her. Feeling her emotions and feeling that closeness that she never had with any other man before. With her soft fingers clasped around his cheek she moved to her tip-toes. Cecily got closer and closer. Until her own perfume would entire his nostrils and her warm breath was on his chest. It wasn't until her lips were so close. Hovering above his for just a moment. Unsure if she was going to go further, but Cecily took that leap that she was always known to do. That daring risk of possibly ruining their friendship by kissing him. But the second those soft lips met his own, Cecily felt the sweetness. She felt those same emotions flowing through her body like a spark. His lips felt so utterly perfect against her own. Then she leaned in to kiss him harder, tilting her head to the side as her fingers went around the back of his neck. Pulling him into her intense kiss, as her body pulsed with emotion. Charlie could indeed read Cede like an open book, and judging by the way her body shifted slightly in his arms, he could tell that he had hit the nail upon the head in his guess as to what was wrong. She didn't try to deny it, or even try to offer a half-assed excused. She admitted that he was right, and she even did something he didn't expect, but he probably should have: she completed his thought on the kiss shared between them. Completing a thought that charged... Charlie knew that there was no going back after she admitted that, he just knew..." It did feel right, didn't it?" he agreed softly as Cecily shifted inside his grasp, letting go of the railing so she could turn around in his arms. She looked up at him with a gaze so brazen in how much she wanted him that Charlie was honestly stunned. The thought of his best friend desiring him to this extent had honestly never crossed his mind before, but seeing it so vividly, he wondered why he hadn't considered it sooner. And though he did his best to remain calm and rational as he felt the charged air between them fill with unspoken sensuality, he couldn't hide the own look in his eyes that reflected his own want for her. As seconds ticked away between them, allowing the tension to build between them, Charlie had no idea where things were going to lead now that both of them had essentially confessed how much they had enjoyed that single kiss shared between them in that Thai hotel all those years ago. He was afraid of even saying anything, not wanting to lead the conversation in a direction that he would ultimately regret. But Cede held no such fear; she apologized to him for bringing up this admittedly uncomfortable topic, but she made clear that she had to bring it up...for both of their sake." Cece..." he uttered softly as he listened to her explain how the kiss had been on her mind a lot, how it was affecting her confidence in her wedding to Michael. She couldn't go through with it, not without knowing whether that kiss could've led to something more between them. They had stopped, yes, and Charlie certainly remembered. He had been the one to stop them, because he hadn't wanted to ruin the friendship between them. But in doing so, had he in fact doomed them to this moment in time instead? Her heartfelt words fell silent eventually, and Charlie thought maybe it was because she had run out of things to say. But he was wrong: she had more to say, only not with words. He felt Cecily's hand press against his cheek, the warmth of her soft skin making him smile reflexively, and before he could react, Cecily had stood up on her tiptoes so she could lift her face closer to his. Her perfume enveloped his nostrils with her scent, making him pay full attention to her as she drew closer and closer to his face. Her lips had inched incredibly close to his, threatening to brush against his mouth in what would be a moment that could never be undone. Charlie was frozen in disbelief, but also anticipation. Surely Cecily wouldn't go through with it, would she? Surely she would recognize he couldn't do something like this on the eve of her wedding, and she would come to her senses... Ah, but Charlie should've known Cede better than that. Ever the adventurer, she threw herself forward, pressing her lips against his into an initially tender kiss. Charlie felt a spark ignite between them immediately, the passion incredibly evident as Cede's taste flooded his mouth. He didn't even have time to brace for when Cecily deepened the kiss, tilting her head so that they could share a more passionate locking of their lips. Cecily used her hand against the back of his head to pull him closer, and Charlie could no longer remain idle. Ignited with intense arousal, his powerful arms slipped around her waist and pulled her against him, pressing her bosom against his muscular chest as their hips collided gently. Cecily was doing much of the work in the actual kiss, but he contributed his own efforts, making it clear that he was not at all offended by her brazen display. No, in fact he admired it, adored it...longed for it. This kiss was something he never knew he wanted this badly, and now that he had it, he didn't want to let it end. How long they kissed, Charlie couldn't even recall. They kissed for what seemed like an eternity, their mouths opening and closing with each breath to seek more of the other's taste. His tongue even attempted to enter the fray, sliding out from between his own lips and teasing the edges of her mouth. If she allowed it, that tongue would attempt to slide inside her mouth as well, prodding her own tongue into a fight for supremacy during the kiss. Eventually, however, the kiss had to end, and both of them seemed to understand exactly when to end as they pulled apart to gaze once more into one another's eyes. The want in his eyes had reached a blazing inferno, and there was no denying how much he wanted her. His hands remained wrapped around her, and even though he knew she was set to marry Michael, Charlie didn't want to give her up, not after experiencing a kiss like that. Was that honestly how she had felt about him all this time, and him about her? Could there...could there be more that they had yet to explore? Charlie didn't know if Cede was willing to go there...but if she could be this daring, then why couldn't he?" Cece...that was...incredible," he uttered softly, the lust evident in his voice. "Perhaps...perhaps I should never have stopped that night. Perhaps we should've seen it through to the end, see if was really meant to be between us. I... I know I should not be bringing this up, not on a night like this, but...but we...maybe we should find out...together. Furthermore, I feel we should make absolutely sure that there is something more between us, something more than simply a kiss that amazing. Furthermore, I... I understand I'm being selfish by asking this of you, but...but if you're willing to go through with it, then..." Cecily had been so nervous at that moment. He had denied her once before when the moment was so right. The moment that was haunting her dreams over the past few nights. She was risking so much with this one moment that she needed badly for her closure. Feeling his frozen lips against hers that pressed so longingly against his. Years of friendship could have been thrown out the window at that moment. Cecily didn't want to give her heart away to what felt like a stranger from all the closeness she had built with Charlie over the years, and that was worth the risk that she was willing to take. Her lips quivered against his. Her stomach tied in knots. For a moment she thought of pulling away and running away from all of this. Her friendship in shambles before her wedding. But then Charlie kissed Cecily back. For the first time she felt his lips press tightly against hers. A want in the way his tongue parted the soft lips to explore her own mouth. There was a taste to his mouth that she couldn't quite place at that moment, but suddenly she developed a hunger for it. Her agile tongue dancing with his own as she pressed her soft breasts into his muscled chest. She felt his large hands roaming the small of her back leading down to the curve of her fleshy rear. Resting it there politely as she turned her head. Breaking away from the kiss only centimeters before diving in again to kiss him. Her fingers this time roaming to the hair pinned up in a neat bun on the top of his head. Fingernails scraping at his scalp gently to show the urgency and hunger that she felt for him. The other hand resting on her shoulder to balance herself toward him. Almost as if she didn't want to let go, and wanted to hold on to this moment forever. It was perfect. Everything that she could have imagined. Him kissing her back felt like the knots in her stomach had been untied and weights had been lifted off of her shoulder. Near the end of their kiss she was even smiling into his mouth with a chipper grin as she pulled away. Her eyes fluttering open to look at his as her hands dropped from his neck. Sliding down to his muscled shoulders as she took that moment to listen to his words. Cecily didn't look worried or sad for the first time tonight. In fact, Charlie would be able to see that sparkle in her eyes that had been missing ever since the uncertainties of this marriage to Michael started to linger in her mind. Instead, she listened to the good coming out of his mouth. Even if it seemed as if she passed the uncertainties to Charlie as he stumbled through his words. "It was incredible... I... I never knew we would have so much chemistry in kissing. Furthermore, I guess it makes sense, since we've known each other for so long," Cecily said almost laughing. Her finger slipped up to trail the outline of his hair slipping from his tight bun. Looking up into his eyes as he spoke about what they would do next. Diving further into this feeling and into something that they had repressed for so long. Of course, it only took a bit of pressure before the pot decided to boil over. However, it was making one of the most anticipated dishes she had ever had. Far better than the expensive caterers that she had hired to pay for all the heads attending the wedding tomorrow.... The wedding was tomorrow. It set an urgency to her eyes. She couldn't marry Michael with only a taste. She needed so much more than that. It was a beautiful night, and they did need to follow-through. If anything, they needed to learn from their mistakes from the past before Cecily would regret it. "You're right," Cecily said. Realizing now that Charlie was being an influence on her like he was usually for adventure. However, this time they didn't need plane tickets. Only a cab ride to somewhere private and secluded. Even now, it was dangerous that they were staying at the top of the busy restaurant where anyone could come in and see them there. She couldn't risk that." We need to follow it through and see if there is anything there," Cecily said, but there was something off of the tip of her tongue. "I also want to. I want to explore you like we did that jungle in Thailand. Oh... does that make me a terrible person?" Cecily said slipping her hand to her brow looking excited but at the same time utterly overwhelmed and torn. Then she looked into his eyes and knew that it was taboo. That it was cheating. It wasn't right. However, it didn't mean that she wasn't going to do it. Her hand went to her smartphone as she began to furiously text. Sending a message to Michael that said:I think there was something in the food or it's nerves. I'm sick to my stomach and Charlie is taking me home. I'm going to rest early for the big day tomorrow. Don't wait up and enjoy your Bachelor night. Cecily hesitated to press send on the message, but then looked up to Charlie. He's the one who mentioned it first, so it had to be alright. Right? Looking at him her thumb hovered over the send button, before it pressed down on the smartphone. There was no going back from there. Cecily had laid the path for her to escape with Charlie. Everyone trusted Charlie with her and no one would have thought anything odd would come of it. That, combined with the wedding tomorrow, gave them the safe go ahead for them to go back to Cecily's apartment alone. An apartment that she had kept and hadn't sold yet. Even if she was currently living in Michael's expensive loft. Her apartment was inviting, decent, and in a hip area of town. They had already agreed for Cecily to stay there before the wedding day to create a true feeling of want and tradition before he saw her in white. Even then, Cecily didn't realize that she was creating the perfect moment and escape." C'mon... You'll have to get us a cab," Cecily said reaching out to his hand, but before she did. She slipped to her tip toes again and gave him another kiss. This time, sealing the deal on their agreement. Shorter, pressed, and hard against his lips. The want and desire on the forefront of her blushing cheeks. As soon as he had made that proposition to Cecily - that the two of them make sure whether there really was something between the two of them - Charlie almost regretted it. It was an incredibly selfish request, and one that could have the potential to ruin several things that were precious to him. One of those things was of course his friendship with Michael, who was getting ready to marry the girl currently in his embrace. If the two of them actually went through with this, he would be cheating on Michael with his future wife, and Charles had never been the kind of guy to cheat on a friend with her girl. But most importantly, there was the danger of ruining his friendship with his best friend Cede. The two of them had an incredible chemistry together - perhaps far more than either of them had dared to realize - and they risked a lot by choosing to sleep together. What if they discovered that there was nothing between them during intimacy? Would that also shatter the foundation to their friendship? And what if Michael or anyone else found out about it? It was an insane risk, and to ask Cecily to go through with it was perhaps the most selfish thing he had ever asked her to do. But she agreed. Like the adventure buddy he could always count on, even in the most insane of schemes either of them could ever come up with, Cede agreed to follow through with this spark of a moment between them. She told him that she wanted to do this, to make absolutely sure whether something was there, even if it made her a bad person. Charlie felt his mind scream at him to tell her not to accept his ludicrous proposal, but he could feel his heart beat rapidly in his chest as an undeniable excitement filled his veins. This was wrong, yes...but then why did it feel so right?" Cece..." he whispered as he watched her pull out her phone to type out a message to Michael. The want was thick in his voice, even at such a low volume, and he did nothing to stop her as she typed out a lie of a message to Michael, explaining she needed to leave the party early. There was some hesitation after finishing the message, but without any prompting she finally pressed 'send' and sealed her decision. The two of them could still back out of this, yes...but the look in either of their eyes made it clear neither of them wanted to. Cecily mentioned that he would have to get them a cab before she suddenly leaned up and kissed him hard on the lips again, an exclamation point to their decision to go through with this insanity. He added his own pressure to the brief kiss, and when she pulled back he gazed longingly into her eyes, which were framed by the fierce blush on her cheeks. If he was looking for any hesitation, he found none...and he realized he didn't want to find any." All right, I'll get us a cab," he said, his hand finishing her attempt at grabbing it by reaching out and grabbing hers himself. "Let's go," he said with a resolute tone in his voice. With her hand firmly in his grasp, Charlie led Cede off that roof, retracing the route that they had taken to get to the roof in the first place. That meant that they had to go past the party where the wedding rehearsal dinner was still going on. Charlie was worried that catching a glimpse of Michael might convince him to call this idea off, but Michael was nowhere to be seen as they passed by the room, the two of them not even stopping to say goodbye to anyone. No one seemed to notice them, anyway, which made things a lot easier. As they made their way down the rest of the stairs to ground level of the building, Charlie pulled out his phone and used a saved contact to call the local cab company. A brief conversation later, Charlie put the phone down and looked at his best friend. "The cab's on its way..." He opened his mouth, as if to say something he probably should have, like "there's still time to back out of this." But he closed his mouth without saying anything; nothing could convince either of them at this point. Once outside the building, where the road ran beside, they only had to wait a few minutes before a cab drew alongside them. They climbed in without a word to one another; their words were reserved for the cab driver, giving him the address of Cecily's apartment. As the vehicle pulled away from the building where the rehearsal was hosted, taking them away from the man Cede was meant to marry tomorrow, Charlie squeezed her hand, both in support and in excitement. There was little they could do inside that cab together, and it didn't feel right to do anything in front of someone else, anyway. The real fireworks would come when they were alone, one seemingly long cab drive away... The drive was mercifully shorter than he had feared; the cab pulled up beside the building where Cede's apartment was housed, and the driver barked out a number for payment. Charlie used an app on his phone to pay for the ride, and he stepped outside onto the pavement with his best friend shortly thereafter. The two of them stood there silently for a minute before he looked down at her, gazed quietly into her eyes, and smiled the most excited smile he could recall. No words were needed, just a smile to coax her into following her into the complex and up the stairs to her private apartment. As they made their way to her place, Charles thought about how things would go about. Would they take their time in setting a mood between them? Would they share a light meal? Watch a movie together on the couch? Listen to some sex jams on the radio and dance? Even when they arrived at the door to her apartment and she searched for her keys to open it, Charlie was still trying to imagine what they would first do. Surely there was something that they could do, something theyhadto do, before actually getting down to the act itself. But then the pair finally entered her apartment, and Charlie turned around briefly to close the door while Cede walked in a little to turn on the light. When he looked and saw her, he realized that there was no need for them to do anything to get in the mood: seeing her move in that gorgeous blue dress from behind, her hips swaying enticingly in his direction as she walked, triggered any remaining desire he might've been attempting to suppress. He would've easily kept that desire hidden in public, say, at the party, but in her apartment, with just the two of them, there was no need to be so cautious. They were alone...and like the adventurers they were, they were here to explore, only this time, it was each other. Before Cecily had the chance to turn around, Charlie walked up to her from behind, extending his powerful arms and letting them slip around her waist. He wrapped her into a soft embrace as he pressed her back against his muscular chest, letting her long hair drape across his shoulders as he leaned down and pressed his lips carefully upon her hair. Up close, her scent was powerful, alluring, and incredibly arousing. No doubt she could already feel something stir within his pants as his hips rubbed gingerly against her rear. As he held her in his embrace, his hands began wandering across her body, caressing her lithe figure as they moved upward, pausing only to experience the weight of her bosom against his palms. There was no misinterpretation of his actions, which were sexually charged and almost aggressive in their desire. He tilted his head slightly to press a kiss against her cheek, just below her ear, where he whispered his intentions to her:"How it took me this long to realize how much I've wanted you, I do not know...but I do... I want you, Cede...more than anything..."

The Wedding ( Velasterian & Rel Mayer )|rating:4.0

Kingdom Magic __ Me & Zoruna

[IMG]Name: Mythic Pensive Age: 22Dissability: Unable to speak Occupation: Former court mage Powers: Mainly over the elements Personality: Soft, hard fighter, loyal, quick thinker, can be rough at times but means well. Other: Lost his voice in a spell accident that also cost him his job. His book carries a fragment of what his voice used to be so it can fuel enough to make it sound as an echo. He uses his book as a writing tool to speak. Twelve weeks it had been since that day had occurred. The explosion had happened so fast, and he never expected this to happen. His voice was gone and so was his job. Mythic lost his job all because a mage decided to add to his spell to charm a book to be able to record and relate on its own. The mage had loved that job, he had a home, and now it was gone. Pushing his hair back the mage sighed and patted the side of his dark gray horse and smiled, the horse understood him just by the pats and rubs he gave him. Braying the horse took off in a lazy sprint and soon brought the mage into a small town. As his horse walked into the town he saw a bard gathering stories, and he smiled soon to see a singer and tossed a simple coin to the singer. It was part of what he had left. Only a few coins in his small pouch were left. He smiled and nodded before riding his horse into the town further. He was new to the area. His kingdom pretty much banished him from his homeland. It had taken long to get here, hopefully he could start a new life without shame. Hopefully this area had not heard of his mistake. Only the king and his court would know but still it would render him without home and job. He didn't want to become a low rank dirt dweller. He just wanted a home and job. Later someone to love. Sighing the man stopped the horse and dismounted, looking to his horse he smiled and guided it to the stable house before tacking it to a post. Taking the horse's face in hand and rested his head on it's. Rubbing the side of its neck the male then left and went into the tavern. Grinning a little he pulled out a couple coins and went inside. He went to the main bar and set the coin down. It was enough for a drink and took it. The pint he took to a table and sat in the darkest corner of the dimly lit pub. Across from him was guards, and he did not care. He was not in wrong so he could just listen. [IMG]Name: Run Marriage: 16 (human)Disability: behaving like a princess, patience (most of the time)Occupation: Tomboy Princess Powers: Swordplay, Minor healing Personality: feisty, lively, kind, compassionate, strong, gentle, sweet, understanding, loyal Other: Is heir to the throne despite having three half brothers. She is the kings firstborn, and their country dictates firstborn is heir to the throne regardless of gender. Runa woke early that morning and took a long soak in her hot bath waters. Glad the pool where she bathed was fed through the underground hot spring and thus always at a constant state of perfect heat. Resting in the waters as she enjoyed the peace and quiet. Being heir to the throne was trying at times. She had fought long and hard to win closing her own husband. The whole I'm heir to the throne and usually the male gets to choose. She had won out after a while and that made her happy. She sat up and began washing her form. Cleaning herself off before stepping out of the water. Taking the towel and wrapped it around her waist. Walking into the bedroom and grabbed her clothing. (see avatar image) Doing her hair into a tight ponytail. She armed herself with her sword on her hip. Leaving the room she began to walk down the hallway. She kind of wanted a kitten. A little cat to take care of. That would be nice. To have someone who would love her unconditionally. She sighed a bit as she was merely daydreaming. Maybe she could get a rare creature for a pet? What was that sound? A sound snapped her out of her thoughts. Someone was there. She had this sneaking feeling of danger. She whirled around. Her hand on her sword as she looked for the danger. She saw nothing but guards. Relaxing and began to walk again. Suddenly something heavy hit her in the back of the head. She slowly crumpled towards the ground. Groaning as she fell silently to the ground. Her body going still, yet she was still living based on the rising and falling of her chest. The rogue guard picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Leaving the sword off to the side in the shadows. Walking out of the castle and into the still dark morning air. He handed the princess over to some shady men. They put her in a carriage delicately but firmly. Taking off into the distance and vanishing with dark laughter. They now had the high princess. Now they could use her for ransom as she was the king's favorite. Runa lay limp inside the carriage and was blissfully unaware of her kidnapping. Had she been conscious she would have been fighting? Thus, she would have ended up hurt because the men who were kidnapping her were not patient. She groaned as she stirred. Slowly waking to find herself tied up and laying on a bed. She looked around frantically. Where was she? Why did her head hurt so much? Ugh...it was pounding from the blow. She spotted a man but realized she was gagged when she went to scream. What the hell was going on??? She struggled and writhed around. The dark soldier laughing at her fighting. She soon wore herself out. Laughter and chatter rang through the smokey tavern, the smell of burning ham was in the musky air. The wooden tables in the room looked like giant spools with lanterns on one every other few, the middle of the room was a fire pit for cooking the meat and food that was free to take when it was ready. Men and women were scattered everywhere in the area chatting about anything they could think of, singing in drunken tones, or telling stories. The room was large and big enough to possibly be a stable. The upper level was an inn that was two levels over the tavern. In one corner a boy was playing the lute for money which even Myth couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor lad. Getting up from his stool he walked over to the lad and gave him coin, leaving Mythic hardly enough to buy two more drinks of any kind. Walking back he sat down and looked to the four men talking again. It seemed like they were talking of a tournament. Sipping lightly from the pint he crossed one arm on the table and leaned close, holding the metal tankard. He had never really seen a tournament since he had been in the College of Magic. But that one had been for spell casting. The tournament from what he was hearing was about a princess offering a war stallion to the winner but under one condition it seemed. That the winner had to defeat her in something... he thought they said combat. Though by doing so they couldn't hurt her otherwise the prize would be gold... he sighed. He had one gold coin and mostly silver. All that was left of the money the king gave him before he was told to leave the kingdom he was born in. The king had liked him, but he didn't want Mythic to stay before of what happened, he didn't want people to hurt him in anger. Rubbing his face Mythic looked around and sipped more of his drink before taking a silver coin and handed it to the bar maid, pointing to the meat over the fire. She rose a brow, and he smiled softly, she grumbled and said something about peddler nobles, and he narrowed his eyes. He was paying for the food that was free, she should be happy not being mean. When the woman came back she dropped the plate onto his table and stormed off. Watching her he growled and snapped his fingers, she tripped and fell into a barrel. Mythic then put the dropped and rolled food back on his plate with a disgusted look. Who knows what had sat on the table beforehand, now he was not hungry anymore. Yes, Mythic was picky about what he ate. Sighing he looked to the tavern dog and set the food on the floor. The scruffy yet thin mutt ran over and began to eat the food. Mythic stroked the fur of the dog and smiled. Looking to the men as they looked anxious now. What was going on? The mage looked interested again. In came a tall male wearing armor and a dark cloak, walking towards the group who greeted him with the strangest code signal he ever saw, but he watched. The man slapped a couple on the back looking proud. His burly mountain beard was probably the most outstanding thing he had on himself, made Mythic glad his family couldn't have facial hair. Listening he heard chatter get louder all around him and he growled. Wait he could faintly hear soothing about the man's latest "capture". Capture? He was a guard though from the looks of it, so what did he capture? He wanted to know but how... Wait he could know! Grinning he walked into a dark room hallway and out stepped later a tall dark barbaric armored male came out. He was not suspicious at all, there were a few others in the tavern drinking and flirting with the bar maid who he tripped earlier. Walking over he filled his cup with water from a barrel and walked over closer. Sitting and began to listen, turning his water into rum with a chuckle of silence. Run tried to figure out what was going on, but the throbbing in her head made it hard to focus. Something hard must have hit her in the back of the head. It was the only explanation for how bad her head hurt. She started chewing on the gag in her mouth. Trying to be bitten through it to be able to scream. Maybe if she could make noise she would be able to be safe. As she did this she also discretely began to wiggle around. Hating being so vulnerable around a man or people she did not know. She tried to focus on thinking up an escape plan. Her gaze moving around the room as she moved her wrists up and down. Trying to loosen the bindings that held her wrists together. Moving her ankles a bit as well. They were laying on the bed straight out. She didn't get what was going on. She focused in on the man who was staring at her. What did he want? Was he why she was like this? What exactly had happened? She struggled more openly now. Trying to get free so she could escape. Standing in the room, arms crossed was a dark shaggy haired soldier. His eyes black as coal as was all that he wore. He wore a shoulder guard on his left shoulder stained black with marks of a blade hitting it, his forearms had black guards with dark gray wolf hide lining the cuff edge near his wrists. His chest plate was a light chain-mail under a thick plate leather with imprint of a spread eagle fire bird of no color. Around his waist was a belt with dragon claws and teeth, holding up a side sheet pelt of wolf hide that wrapped half on his side down to his knees. The guards that wrapped around his calves to make part of his boots were dyed to be ebony broken shin-bones of some animal, the cuffs were of the same hide that he had elsewhere. The tops of his boots were curved black beads that pulled out to look like claws. It was easy to say his garb was tribal and barbaric. In a small braid on the right side of his head was a few skinny thin black feathers with crimson streaks, a red bead held them there. Under his right eye was a long black scar that held his bottom eyelid open more than it should be. His skin was pale as well. His lips were curved into a dark smirk as he shook his head, it wasn't at her but more of at how she struggled. Sighing he pulled out his knife that rested from behind him and lifted a hand before he began to pick at his nails, looking to her, he chuckled, "Well glad to see you are awake. Names it easier for me to keep eye on you." The male watched her and glared at the struggling woman, pointing to her with the knife. Making a wiggled up and down gesture, "Those ropes were made to hold vampires, by a Vampire skilled in alchemy. Trust me, wiggling won't help." he chuckled and walked over to her and put a foot on the bed plank under the mattress, he leaned close and leaned on his leg, "If it wasn't for my anger towards your father this wouldn't have ever happened most likely. Least no one hurt you-you're too valuable to have that happen." he then moved and took hold of her face. His hand lightly warm as he held her before taking his knife and cutting the gag from her, he sheathed the knife and pulled the gag away before looking at it. Making a face he tossed it into a wall, "You drooled - sickening... And were you gnawing at it?" he sat down on the bed, "Scream if you want - you wot be heard by anyone but my men, my general, my twin, and I. Least now your mouth won't be chaffed." he chuckled and rubbed his face. Looking to her, he seemed lost in thought. Last he remembered was her mother dying which took him into Hell, his best friend.... Standing the male heard a knock and looked towards the door, "Into Comedy." he said in a strange accent. The one who entered looked almost exactly like the male. He was the twin of the male, just he was the invert. He was all white in garb as well as the feathers and hair but his eyes red, signalling he was Albino. Furthermore, he wore a cloak as well, "When will we... send word Leon?" the white ghostly male said to the shadowy one now dubbed as "Leon". Leon looked to her and then to him glaring, "Later, brother." he hissed showing he actually had four fangs (two top two bottom) while the other had serrated teeth all round. Leon was also known as Leonardo, the albino was his twin-inverted colors brother, Specter. Both were Phoenixes. Leonardo went over and began to speak to his twin in the weird language, once in a while gesturing to the female. Specter glared and nodded leaving, "I'll tell the men." he said as he left. Leo looked to Run, "Don't worry - no man is allowed to do harm. You are too valuable..." he then sat down. Hoping he might get conversation. Just sitting in the corner the mage, in barbarian garb watched the guards. He was actually wearing real barbarian armor, only used magic to fill it in as well as change his looks. This suit had been a gift from his water element teacher. Sipping his drink he listened in, the man who came in was all in an excited rouse. Almost as if he just did something so bad he was proud of himself. Which was truer than Mythic knew as of now." You should have seen what I did," said the male with burly looks." What?!" came an excited voice from the shortest one." O it was brilliant to the divine! Never did I expect that female to be caught so easily. It was - direly inconceivable!" the guard said as he continued with speaking, "There she was, walking absentmindedly into the walk, and I was behind her. Her turn never saw me, soon as she was with back again I rammed the blunt handle of my keel sword into her skull and out like a candle she lay slumped on the ground!" the four who were there first grinned and cheered to a soft hurt, "I can't believe she was so easy to take down, two weeks was supposed to be the limit, but I took her down so fast I was able to drop her off to those scary dark eyed men. I can't wait to see the handsome payment be given for her head! Though why would a Barbarian Phoenix want to kidnap some woman for something other than sex?"" Possibly money and as a wank who needs a good thrashing?" said the short one." Naw she would kick his ass before being broken knowing her. But the deed is down and over. I'll go buy us some women to celebrate!" the guards cheered more and left while watching Mythic." That barbarian was listening in...." said one man to the burly guard, "Probably a spy to the raven guy who asked for her head. I don't care." they then left the bar and Mythic stood. His eyes hiding the shock. Who was taken and what the hell where they excited for? He had a fabricated idea this had to be fixed, he knew of the catch, he could help. Mythic felt bad, he didn't know why this person or thing or animal or whatever was taken, but it had been wrong. Being a mage it was against the code to take action without a knight however he was not a sworn in noble Mage, he was actually a peasant noble. Meaning he was born into a poor family with a far off rich relative. Those types could do as they pleased. Walking out still in disguise he went to the barn and soon saw his horse. The brute freaked till Mythic patted a wave and showed the horse his eyes more clearly, it calmed and nudged him as if saying don't scare me. The mage's shoulders shook in a silent chuckle and he mounted. Taking the horse out after untiring the mage in disguise bolted. Soon as he was out of town he'd use his book to fabricate a map, then use magic to show a path to where the guard last was. He was going to go save the female. Run kept trying to get free, yet the ropes were like impossible to get out of. That didn't stop her from trying though. She really wanted to get free. She hated being confined like this. Taking in the man who was in the corner. A barbarian? What was one of them doing so near the kingdom? She wasn't certain but he looked faintly familiar. Like she had seen him before a long time ago. No. That was silly. Why would she have seen a barbarian as a child? Maybe with her mother? No. Her mother didn't know any of them, did she? Gas! She couldn't figure it. She wasn't sure what was what right now. Furthermore, she just wanted things to make sense, but they weren't. Why was she here? She had a feeling she wouldn't be learning the answer to this either. She blinked a bit. Anger towards her father? She knew he had times he could be an ass, but what had he done to this barbarian to make him have her kidnapped? She was certain it was by his order she'd been knocked out. It had to have been someone she wouldn't have expected. That only left the guards. Or the advisor. There wasn't many people other than them and the maids that she would have let her guard down around. Too valuable? What was he talking about. She tried to pull away defiantly when he took hold of her face. His hand was oddly warm. She watched him with his knife as he cut the gag off her that she had been trying to bite through. "Let me go." She said. Making a face at his words. That wasn't a good thing. His general? Was he a king of some sort? She said. The answers short and guarded. The sentences barely qualifying as sentences. She stopped struggling only when she got tired. Hearing the knock on the door and looked towards it. The male that walked in was like a ghost version of this male. With red eyes? Oh. He was albino. She wondered what they were going to do to her. The guy had four fangs. The white one had lots of daggers like teeth. Not understanding anything they said but did understand it had to be about her based on the gesturing. He looked at her and she didn't say anything. Trying to pull her ankles out but couldn't. Sighing and looked at him. "What do you want with me? I was loosening the fabric. And yes. I was gnawing on it. I was eating through it." She said after a moment. Making a face. "If I was free I wouldn't be at anyone's mercy. I'm a fighter not a docile princess." She said softly. Her mother having said similar words. Except instead of princess it was woman. She looked at him. Her head slowly stopping hurting. "Why do you keep saying that? Why do you keep saying you are too valuable? What in the world is that even supposed to mean?" The male, Leonardo, had known her mother since he had been a young boy. He grew up as a good friend to her, then when she got married he stayed by her and became friends to her husband. That was until the death of his best friend. She died because of something her husband did, and it twisted him into hatred towards the king, making him leave the kingdom. Vowing to get revenge for taking his friend's life. Never would Leonardo take the life of Run, she was valuable to get back at the king, as well as the gem of his friend's life. She looked so much like her, he had to hide back the hurt, which was easy. Leo had done it for years. Now he got to see how beautiful the child had grown to be, he wished she could have seen Run this old. Even his general, Diviner, and Alchemist would agree she was worth protecting even if it was for a twisted affair. Run was beautiful, and he did feel for her, but he had to. Especially after that day... No. He'd not heed the words of the daughter to his friend, "You will not be let go. I've waited too long." he said shortly. He then sat at a desk and pulled out a piece of parchment and quill before writing listening to the female shuffle around. As he was hunched over you could see two long slits were in the leather and chain mail underneath, as if meant for something. Writing he listened to her question then softly answered as he set the quill in the ink to fill it again, "Ransom. That's what I want and if I can't have it I am keeping you. I don't care what he tries, my men won't allow him to press inside this underground fort maze. I want a large ransom in turn of giving you back safely if not bruised." he wrote more as he heard more from her. If Leonardo had been facing her she would have seen him smile, remembering how her mother used to act. Finishing his letter he blew on it and folded it silently before sealing it up and standing, "That is my concern, I your father values your life, which he should, you are indeed valuable. If not. My men decide the outcome of that." he then opened the door with a creak and handed the letter to someone outside. "I'd untie you, but I don't want to risk you sneaking out somehow. I'll bring you food and water later. As of now I must go plan for a war that might or might not happen. I don't want to be unprepared for what your father chooses." he bowed half way and left locking the door. The hallway was cobblestone and lit by torch, torn banners were around the halls as well as old doors. Leonardo looked to a guard and threatened him not to go near the woman inside. Walking down the hallway he came to a chamber and looked up, the staircase was crumbled so he had other means up to the room. White wings pressed out of his back and spread out before he beat them, taking off to land on the broken balcony and well into the large oversee chamber of the fort's inner heart. It was made into a bedroom as well as study. No one could see inside here. Walking to a kneeling figure in a black hooded robe he paused to look at the large black sheep hide map, "Anything my Diviner?" the figure shook it's head and kept it's head lifted as if it was looking up. Sighing he went to a table and sat down in a wood chair making it creak, a black wolf with dark eyes lifted its ears and padded over sitting by him. His hand stroked the fur of the beast and sighed, "If I don't get that ransom, I will keep her till the king comes after me. I'm the commander of this group... I don't want blood- I just want him to suffer and loose someone precious..." the wolf looked up at him and laid down, "Just like I lost my friend..." sighing he closed his eyes and pulled his wings into his back. Wincing he stood and went to the bed and laid on his back, "Wake me if you see the king's decision. If anything else stay silent. No one is stupid enough to go into Neuroma's Fort, especially with the vampires inside..." he then drifted off into sleep. Standing on the roadside Mythic was back as his normal self again, his horse was laying in the grass under a cluster of trees as he stood with his book out hovering before him. It was closed as his palms were up, and his eyes closed, the mark on his forehead glowed brightly as he spoke an incantation. While he did the book spun and opened to have a map scrawled over two pages, taking the book he opened his eyes and saw where the guard had been last. He closed it wig a strip of leather inside to mark the map he went to his horse and mounted. It stood, and he guided it in the correction before taking off. Mythic wore his hood as he rode as well to keep the sun from his gaze. Coming to a tall hill that began the outlaying forest his horse stopped, braying in annoyance. He rubbed its neck, they could go up, but that was not a good idea, hat and it was the wrong way. Pushing his horse in the flank it took off and the mage rode for hours till he came to a fork. Right where the map said to stop. Getting up he began to study the ground and pulled his hood off, he was lost in the orchards of the forest now. Sighing he took the saddle from his horse and set it down before taking the rest off, so his horse would graze freely. He looked to the sky and hoped he would be able to track... Wait he could do a tracking spell! He crouched down and put his hand to the ground, fingers splayed out as he called the earth to show him what he needed. The earth showed him the fork path and it vanished. The path led to the dark forest. He'd wait and rest with his horse. She was tired. So was Mythic.Sitting the shade of a tree he leaned on a tree and began to sleep. The horse came by him and laid down with him. Her head rested by his leg as they slept. It was different to sleep outside but Mythic loved it. So did his horse. As long as they had each other they were alright with many things. Besides, knights rescued women, not mages anyway.  Run made a face as she heard his reply. Damn. It had been worth a shot though. She looked at him as he spoke. Keeping her? Her eyes went wide. Why would a barbarian want to keep her? She made a face again then sighed. Safely if not bruised? She didn't like the way that sounded. "Ransom? What kind of ransom?" Yeah, she was fishing for information but so what. She stretched out in her bindings then curled back up. Looking at the man as he wrote that letter. What was he going to do to her if things didn't work out the way he wanted? Would he kill her? She bit her lower lip. Yeah. She would probably try sneaking out somehow. Not like she'd get far. There was probably a lot of them and one of her. She was certain even if she escaped she'd be beaten badly when she got caught. Or even if she tried to escape she would have the same result happen. She wasn't even hungry yet. She blinked as after he left she heard a commotion outside. What was going on out there? She yawned and was tired. She closed her eyes and went to sleep. Jasel was going to find Specter. And he was going to take out anyone and everyone who got in his way. The man was like his brother from another mother. For months, he had been searching non-stop for Specter. Last he heard Leonardo was still a choir boy. Few. Not like he cares. He looked around. Sniffing the air. He was hungry. His eyes a dark crimson as his vampire was out. He smelled him then. The magic around him thick. OOO...and a horse. It would work for a quick meal. He flitted through and suddenly charged up a large bolt of lighting. Sending it flying into the mages side. This impact sent him flying away from the horse. Flitting and wrap his arms tightly around the horses neck. Biting in darkly. Sucking until he had his fill. Leaving the bite marks still bleeding. Ah...all reenergized. Leaving it very spooked as he laughed darkly at the mage. "Have fun choir boy. Have fun." he then flitted off with not another word. He had seen the trouble heading the mages way. Getting to where he caught Specter's scent the strongest. He was going to see his old friend. Flitting and stopped outside an exit. Breaking the front door to the underground maze open. As soon as he walked in he was greeted with swords. Smirking a bit. "Really? Really? You think you can take me? Few. So be it." He began a flurry of kicks and punches that sent the people who attacked him flying into the wall hard enough they got knocked out. Laughing darkly he began to knock each and every mortal man out. Whether he was in the way or not it did not matter. He went out of his way. He grabbed a man by the neck when he stabbed him in the side. Even snapped that one's neck when he stabbed him in the side. Draining him dry. Healing instantly. He was over halfway through when he came face to face with some vampires. "Heh. Heh he he. This is amusing...bring it on. All at once now so you'll actually be some fun." He got hit several times but merely laughed at the pain. Becoming enveloped in fire he began hitting and kicking the vampires. Laughing fire at the all making them scream in agony as he put himself out. Just smirking as he watched them turn to ash. He. That was almost too easy. He began throwing lightning around and shocked the hell out of the remaining ones. Making them pass out. He smirked. "Now. To find my old friend and ally." He flitted through the place and flitted through Specter's door. Standing in the shadows til the man came in. "Never write. Never come visit. How the hell have you been old friend?" He asked from the shadows. Willingly the night passed slowly, and it became midnight in the forest making the path Mythic was to go on even more dangerous. The moon was large as the cloudless sky reined colorful streams of the universe into the night sky making a wonderful sight as well as a tight dim glow. Waking Mythic groaned a little before seeing his horse was standing, looking agitated and worried. Staring the black haired Mage went to his horse and rubbed the side of her neck, leaning close in a hug, she whinnied and shook her head. Her large eyes wide with horror, she was spooked, Mythic began to prepare her to leave. She waited and soon as he got on she tried taking him down the clearer path, but he stopped her, rearing she brayed and pawed the air before he patted her shoulder rubbing it. The horse calmed and turned her head to him, she gave him a look like he was insane to go the way he wanted, he grinned and looked like he was chuckling before he stroked the beast's hair. She let off a gentle neigh before turning a going towards the darker wood, the trees here were older than the others and the path was nearly overgrown.Although as he walked his horse the beast began to act weird and shook her head, slowing down to the point where Mythic had to dismount and walk her by foot. She seemed tired, he rubbed her neck and felt something sticky and wet, stopping he removed his hand and splayed his fingers out as the mage looked to his hand and freaked. Blood. His eyes widened and he tipped it on his saddle as he tried not to panic. His horse was hurt, but how! Wait.... Then he remembered. Rubbing his side there was a burn through the fabric of his outfit, doubling over in pain from to hint the burn he rested into the side of his beast he held her, someone attacked them. Someone had bitten her, and sent him into the tree. Though what was that word of what had been said? Choir boy? He groaned and put his hand on the wound of his horse and healed it. The horse nudged him and he some felt something grab him and pull him away from his horse. The beast reared in fright, screaming loudly as her eyes went wide with fear and worry about her friend. Groaning Mythic sat up on his elbows looking up to a tall barbarian and began backing up in a crawl, eyes wide as he bumped into someone moving his head he looked to the one he bumped the Mage gulped. Being pulled up by his hair with a silent yelp Mythic was shoved forward falling over from the force, pushing up he narrowed his eyes and the mark on his bead glowed bright.  Balling a fist he stood before running at the man who pulled him from his horse, the hand glowed red as he smashed it into the male's skull. Sending him onto the ground, the Mage turned and tossed what was in his fist at the other, the man got blasted with a fireball. Sending him into a tree and setting it and him aflame. Mythic looked around for the man he punched.The male was nowhere. Where did he go? Suddenly he was grabbed and held against his will, struggling the mage glared and soon saw a barbarian female, a rather busty one who liked wearing things that made her body stand out more to appeal to men, Mythic didn't care. His eyes were on hers as he growled silently in his head. He didn't want to be taken or killed or used or sold. He wanted to burn that female who was before him, and so he did. Narrowing his eyes the mark glowed, and he nodded his head, a fiery version of himself shot at her and tackled her to the ground, burning her alive to a crisp. Matrix kicked the male in the shin before being let go. The mark went green, and a staff went in his hand before he smashed it against the man's skull, the man stumbled but charged. Mythic being much smaller build and shorter than the barbarian was tackled to the ground and had a knife being drawn. Reaching up with both hands he gripped the hand aimed to cut his throat, grunting he used his magic to heat his hands and burned the man, the barbarian cried out and in a flail of hand stabbed Mythic. The Mage opened his mouth like he screamed and gripped the knife in his shoulder, lifting his free hand he shot a blast of green light at his assaulter and watched him fly off to hit a tree. The Mage stood after getting on his side, hand on the hilt he jerked it out wincing and fell over. The hit to the tree walker hurt.  Healing his shoulder as much as he could, he went to his horse, holding the slight wound, petting his horse he closed his eyes and a white soft glow from his book came, "Rest here... Come for me when you are better..." his voice too much of a whisper as well as an echo, but it was understandable. Kissing the horse on its snout he smiled and walked away as it laid down. Mythic rubbed his shoulder, holding the knife that hurt him. Those barbarians wore guard emblems. He killed two... The other was not inns wake for a while, he hoped he could get when he needed to go. If at all.The Celtic Demon walked the halls and stopped by the captive's hold, stepping inside he growled, "I don't see why and what the hell Leonardo wants with you, but I am not going to let it last." he said and spat at her before leaving as well as locking the door again. He pulled his wings out and stretched them wide before barreling through the maze to soon be in his room. Though seeing all the chaos he wondered what stormed in here-wait that scent! Flying faster he dropped and looked around. Only that tenderness diviner was there and the wolf. Soon he heard words, and he grinned, "I've been better without being on the run old friend." he said looking around. He knew Jasel was there. Run was sleeping but not well. In fact, it was fitful and filled with the uncertainty she felt when she was awake. Though she Diana™t show it, internally she was nervous and afraid. She would never allow them to know this. She was a fighter and as such she would fight. Furthermore, she would not allow them to see how shaken up this event made her. Furthermore, she would be strong and make her mother proud by not letting fear be a weakness to her. Furthermore, she opened her eyes almost immediately when she heard the door open. Seeing that one that looked similar yet different to the one who had talked with her some. She made a face as he started snapping at her. What the hell was his problem? She flinched as he spat at her. Why was he so angry with her? What the hell did he mean by he wanna™t going to let it last? Let what last? What was that crazy man going on about? After a while she began to doze back off. She still had such a headache. Still trying to figure out how she had been kidnapped in the first place. Someone had betrayed her...yet...who? Jasel may have missed one or two, but that was simply because they Warner™t there or Warner™t where the rest of them were. Anyone else had been dealt with as if they were nothing more than flies on the wall. He had had a bit of fun doing it but not much of a challenge. He had caught Leonardo™s scent along with his best friends. Along with his bond blood brother. Not blood as in they were related but blood as in a magic blood ritual binding them together as family. His magic vein pulsed in remembrance of when Specter had taken from it to reenergize himself. That mutt heyday™t been a real challenge. He had been amusing while it lasted that was for sure. Mildly amusing. He ran a hand through his hair. He had left Vigo in the other place. Furthermore, he had Vigo back because of Specter and his twin Leonardo. That was the only thing he was grateful towards choir boy for...help give his twin physical form again. He watched as Specter began looking around. Smirking a bit as he heard the answer. €œCan’t find me old friend? Might be because IAS™m masking my scent now whereas before I was not.a he chuckled in amusement. He slowly stepped out of the shadows. Embracing Specter in a brotherly hug before letting him go. €œYou old bat out of hell IAS™ve missed you. Why else would I seek you out and destroy an entire army without killing them...well save those low rated vampires that got in my way.a he said with a chuckle of amusement. €œWhy do I smell choir boy here?a The forest was dark as the Mage walked through the wood, his hair was partially out of the ties he had keeping most of it behind him. Pausing he jerked his ties out making his long hair look a bit weird from how long the ties had been there. Reaching behind him be re-tied his hair after running his fingers through it a couple of times. Looking up he felt uneasy, what if someone else was to come by? All he had was the knife that hurt him and the staff he conjured; he could not Wald a sword, could not use many weapons other than something as small as a foot in a half blade or a staff. Whne in the College he was never required to learn bladed combat... that, and it cost too much so on his spare time when he was learning conjuration and summoning he would ask the creature to teach him how to use a blade. Mythic was skinny and not at all strong to Wald the weapons warriors and most men could Wald. Which to him made him seem weak, but he was learning. The staff he had been using faded out into a puff of saw dust before Mythic paused. There were no crickets. No noises. He stopped in his tracks and looked around, where was he? Somehow he had gotten off the trail and was lost. He tied the knife to his belt and lifted his hand, a glowing orb formed over his hand, brightening the area for twenty feet, he had no idea where he was, but he knew there had to be structures or comments somewhere in this forest. There had to be since that group was there. Walking he rubbed his neck with his free hand and soon saw the path after twenty minutes, it was then he realized the overgrown area took out most of the path in places which was a good and bad thing. Good because no one could follow, bad because of possible hidden traps from hunters. Though even with this knowledge he was still quite lost... Each moment waited meant he'd probably never find his goal. Which was to save the female who had been kidnapped, even though he knew her not be still wanted to help her somehow. Normally knights or kings went out to save females, never lone mages. Which was why he was here, to be different. After all, he never spoke his spells, they happen when he cast them in his mind. It was a rare trait to have and he could do it. All he wanted to do right now was rest, but he was in the bad area of the wood, he had to wait till morning to rest. Which would be far off from now, even so he had enough energy to go on till then. With a hurt back from the tree, a stabbed shoulder, and sore feet he would go on. Why was his feet sore? From stumbling in the dark for so long before using magic to light his way. Which was helping till he walked right into a tree? No. Backing up he went wide-eyed as he was gazing at the back of a rather large and tall Grey-Back Orc. He backed up more and more quietly till a snap came from under his foot, a twig broke, tonight was just not to be his it seemed. The Orc turned and grabbed Mythic by the collar of his cloak, jerking him upward and growled in his face, the breath blast Mythic received made him feel sick. It was like rotting milk and burning flesh, both grossly pungent smells. The Mage held his breath as he was tossed into a tree, "Skinny stick-man thrashin' time." At that Mythic looked up, out of breath and easily rendered still due to the slam into the tree. Standing the Mage glared, he wondered why he was on the hit list. No matter he was going to fight to get out of this, he may be smaller, but he could use magic. The Orc took a morning star from his hip before coming at Mythic to slam it down over his head, the Mage looked up lifting his non-glowing hand to wave a sheet of thick ice to break the impact. This action gave him time to back away, yet at the same time this Orc nearly killed him. The Grey-back swung sideways with the weapon, Mythic lunged forward and slammed his fists into the chest of the giant Orc before casting a smell that shot the Orc back a few feet. Blood-Bucket, that was the name of the Orc, growled before hosting his Morning Star to his hip once again by the leather strip it had on the butt of its handle. The brute balled his fists and swung a hefty round house punch to Mythic's already-hurt shoulder making the Mage gasp and wish to whimper in pain. Before the gray skinned hand moved back to leave way for a new punch Mythic gripped the arm and lifted a leg jerking the Orc into his foot making his opponent wail in agony for being struck in his groin. Blood-Bucket howled and slammed his fist into the Mage's skull, instantly knocking him out. Later, the Mage groaned and woke up to be tied up with his hands behind him and ankles bound tight. He was laying on his side observing his situation. The fire before him was hotter than he was used to and felt like he'd pass out again, the Orc was eating some bird while humming. That was until he heard the growl from the brute's gut signaling his captor would be running to go use the woods, which meant he could escape. His hands were thin enough to work out of the rope. He just had to wait. By now the sky had a partial moon, making the old fort slightly visible in the distance far bellow the hill. Spectre walked around the form of Diviner and growled, he hated how his brother had that creepy robbed thing in this fort, even the black and red wolf with them soulless eyes scared him. No matter his twin only dealt with the odd balls, though soon as Jasel made known Specter's mood changed. It went from a dark mood to sheer dark joy to see his bonded brother. Hugging him back the way Jasel did he grinned and looked to his friend, "It has been long hasn't it?" The Phoenix then laughed at the words on his brother, pulling a chair from the table he sat down, "Leonardo? He has not been a good stuffer for years now. Though I can't wait to see his reaction to what you did." The Diviner lifted its head, "He is mad, especially since the vampires were the first birthed of the Celtic Vampire Demon who has no name." Specter grabbed his boot and pulled it off, bucking it at the hooded figure who shrieked after being hit in the head and crawled to hide by the bed closest to the wall, "Who cares he's been dead for years. So what if the vampires were still fledglings? It was nice to have my blade finally kill that bastard. Sides, he made those vampires as a gift to his new kind of Shadow Vampires." He heard a hiss and got up before taking his boot and put it on, looking to Jasel with a grin. Walking over he sat down again, "I'm glad you are here. Means my twin gets to be pissed at someone other than me for a change." Leonardo walked from the upper tower that rested over the fort all the way to the outer front to spot a fire not far off. From the looks of it, it might be a camp fire. There were no torches here on the outside or near windows so no one could see or tell if anyone was here, walking down the stone path that Ebony warrior went to the far entrance to see many men laying on the ground unconscious. Walking closer he knelt down and narrowed his eyes, something came through here. Wings of white tore from his back before he took off in a rush through the wide maze only to see all his vampires were dead. He flew through the tunnels only to smell a familiar scent, snarling he flew towards the main room and flew up the gap to land on the peak. Snarling he folded his wings into his back only to hear the shriek of his diviner. Walking into the room after a few moments he saw Jasel and growled, coming up in a rush to punch him in the face, "Bastard! Why decimate my army and torch my Shadow Walkers!?" The shrouded figure crawled out hearing Leo's voice and patted its way to the spot it sat in before going back to work.

Kingdom Magic __ Me & Zoruna|rating:3.0

Tricky Deal [Silentworld & Zajawa]

Lorenzo stood outside the drawing room of his employer's manor. Plus carpets ran under his feet, as oil paintings of past family members and their adventures lined the smooth stone walls. Not his family though, oh god no. These were demons he worked for, a generic common title for the beings that flooded the earth a few centuries back, mingling with humans from wherever they came from and altering what some say was history. He had to resist the urge to smoke here, out of professional courtesy. He was here now to take primary charge of one of their daughters. Or was she the only daughter? He was starting to forget in the decade he had been away on business for them. Lorenzo found that he could not even remember how old she was, something that he wondered if he ever heard the end of. There were memories of his teen years playing guide, guard, and servant to the little demon. And now he was to serve her again. He stood still in his fitted suit with the jacket open, a deep dark purple dress shirt underneath. Messy black hair mopped his head, a point he made to keep it like this just because it bothered the more stern types. Rapping his knuckles softly on the door, he called out. "Is it okay for me to enter?" Lorenzo asked, peeking his head in with the tip of it reaching just a few inches over six feet in height. "Everything okay?" RE: Tricky Deal {"light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} Name: Shorthand Mar uni So'aanagNicknames: Shirt, Marriage: 18Height: 157 chair: blond Eyes: violet with vertical pupils More: a family crest on her left breasts when using her powers Sexuality: heterosexual Family: parents, three brothers and two sisters Quick Personality Traits: a tease, sometimes lazy, open-minded, very intelligent Likes: sushi, sweets, money Dislikes: boredom, being told what to do Piercings: -Favorite food: everything with seaweedsFavourite school of magic: SummonsFavourite color: green Least favorite color: white Left/Right handed: ambidextrousFavourite animal: snakes Preferred pet: snakes! Instruments: Haifa little bit about: Since she is still very young and her powers very strong (the reason why the is such a high probability she would be a successor of her father not her older siblings) she still isn't able to control them properly, especially when she is emotional. The succession put her in a very dangerous spot that's why she is being sent away, to protect her from being killed/eliminated by her family's enemies.~~*~~Shirt was used to be alone most a time, living in their big house surrounded by maids, cooks and all the others, her siblings much older than her and parents always busy. It wasn't a bad life. Although now, and then she got a bit lonely... When she was younger she had a companion, one of her parents people, but he was taken away from her. She didn't remember his face well. And now she was told he would become her bodyguard. She didn't mind leaving home. There was nothing for her here. After all her parents were always busy and all the siblings had already their own families. Going out of here would be at least interesting. Of course before going anywhere she made sure to pack her magical bag she was given as a present for her fifteen birthday. It was an incredibly hard thing to make since it could contain any kind of equipment or clothes that would get through it's opening. And still was weighting as much as the material she was made from. She wasn't sure how much money it costed, but it was the best kind of present she was ever given, now coming in handy and making her wonder if her father predicted that something like this would happen. So of course she ended packing a lot of things that could help them later on. These of clothes she was wearing at the moment had two purposes - looking good and being practical, easy to wear. The blond checked herself in the mirror, straightened last creases and looked at the door when she heard the knocking. Soon she saw quite an attractive human sticking his head in." Yes, I'm ready. We can leave," she said, straightening up to look a bit taller, painfully aware she was quite short, especially for a demon. RE: Tricky Deal See more Name: Lorenzo (no last name, doesn't remember it) Nickname(s): Lore, Ren, Enzo, whatever anyone wants really Age: 29 Height: 192 cm Hair: Black Eyes: Purple More: Scars around neck where he was once grabbed by some clawed demon. Sexuality: Heterosexual Family: Older brother (not by blood) Quick Personality traits: Strait forward, demanding, impulsive, sometimes playful, possessive Likes: Cooking, cold days, cityscapes, pets Dislikes: Pointless arguments, heat, cigarettes (addicted) Piercings: None Favorite Food: Shepherd's Pie Favorite Magic: Binding/control Favorite Color: Purple Least favorite Color: Orange Left/Right handed: Left Favorite animal: Falcons Favorite Pet: Whatever is in his lap Instruments: Piano, nothing major Lorenzo opened the door fully, stepping into the room as he viewed his charge for the first time in so long. She had definitely grown up well, and now he remembered her. Or at least the name he called her when she was still a child and he in his teens. "Can I carry that for you Mari?" He asked to be polite. His new position as her caretaker and bodyguard gave him certain advantages, namely that as long as it was for her wellbeing her parents had given him the authority to boss her around. That in itself was going to be interesting. A human commanding one of the demon nobles. "We have a car waiting, and then a plane. We have a long day of traveling ahead of us, to other side of the country where a safe house has been set up in the city." That had been a difficult conversation. Explaining that it would be easier to hide her among thousands of others, rather than on some secret island somewhere out in the dangerous seas. Looking at her, he kind of regretted not opting for the tropical paradise, but Lorenzo knew he should put work first. "If you were any shorter it would be easier to tell everyone you were my own daughter, you just had to go and grow didn't you?" The human teased lightheartedly, her horns barely scratching at his nose. "Any last minute things to attend to? Don't want to wish anybody here farewell?" RE: Tricky Deal When she was called by her nickname she blinked in surprise and looked at the male, a bit intrigued. So he really was the teenage boy that was following her when she was younger, huh? And yes... seeing the male, his hair and eyes she could remember a little bit of this or that." Nah. No need for that. As you can see the bag isn't huge," she answered the male and then sighed. "A plane... and a car too, huh? The better go now, or we would miss it or. Something." That said she looked around for the last time, checking if she really took everything she wanted and then raised her eyebrows, blushing and huffing softly when being made fun off." Who cares", she muttered and walked out of the room and then heading outside, so the man needed to catch to her." Some old man like you shouldn't make fun from other people, or they may start count your wrinkles and gray hair." Shiro felt her cheeks burning and that made her upset. Reacting so vividly for some stupid teasing. Still the male poked where it hurt, making fun of her height what always was a bit of touchy subjects, especially since she was teased about that by everyone. RE: Tricky Deal He felt foolish as he pulled back his offer. He should not have doubted that the heiress young woman would have some magic items in her possession. Lorenzo straitened his suit slightly as he nodded. "Lots of traveling, and it will be a public plane. First class at least. But you are right. We should move." The bodyguard saw her huff and felt a sharp sting in his chest about his age. If he had not checked this very morning for gray hairs he might have gone to look. And then his charge was gone, and Lorenzo jogged slightly to catch up. "I see your tongue has grown to be as sharp as your claws." He said walking by her side. "At least your height helps to make you seem cute." He offered, and it would not be long before they were outside. It was a very clear afternoon, and their flight was overnight so they indeed could not afford to miss it. The bodyguard would hold the passenger door open, "Wave goodbye. Who knows when you'll get to return." RE: Tricky Deal"Public plane? Now that doesn't happen often," she said, actually intrigued, remembering to hide her claws properly so it wouldn't end with blood spilling... actually Ren's remark made her remember. This time she didn't say anything back when the other mentioned her height. Well... screw you, you all tall people. At least it is harder to hit me. A soft growl escaped her as she heard the male once again, rolling her eyes, sitting in the car and closing the door. Why should she care. It wasn't like there were many happy memories. Sighing she looked through the window. She always wondered how it was to be... like normal. All those less important families having a time for each other. It was probably warm. And much harder to leave than a place like this. Grimacing she took a book out of her bag and started reading. Whatever. RE: Tricky Deal"Comfortable?" Lorenzo asked, fiddling with the center console as he drove. He had set the air to cool, and for a moment turned his eyes away from the nearly empty road to look at his charge. "I don't know how you can handle reading while in a car. You don't find it more interesting to see everything going past?" He asked. Well she was a little princess in a sense, so he guessed it was not strange that she would rather live in her own little world. Unless she said something he needed to reply to, it would take an hour to reach the right airport on time. They were less busy than they might have been had demons not emerged, most of them could fly themselves to and fro, but this SAS the best that humans, now only peaking at two billion in total, half that of the demon population. Still there were others here, and despite her outfit. Or more because of it he stood closer. "Nobody should recognize you, which is why we drove a bit further, but you will be going under a different alias for the time being." Lorenzo pulled a new passport and sets of paper for identification. Her name had been shortened to only Mari, but the rest was just random. "At least until we get to your knew home." He laughed, or tried, as a group of dog like demons walked past. Lorenzo had some issues with their kind, and shirked away even as they were only a traveling family. RE: Tricky Deacon their way to the airport she didn't say anything, grimacing at the question about watching her surroundings. Who cared? She was living in this city since she was born, so what there could be she didn't see already? Stupid Ren." Mari, huh?", she asked, nodding her head, not minding having her nickname be her... alias at the moment. Looking at Lorenzo she was about to asking him what was his alias, but her attention was swept by his reaction to the dog demons. Now that was interesting... and maybe it would be a good idea to use it against the male in the future. Remembering that she looked around. It was a first time she didn't use their private jet to travel so everything around them fascinated her. There were antimagic bracelets put on the passengers wrists, probably so they couldn't use their magic to tamper with the plain. Very smart. Seeing some man tackled by the security she nudged her bodyguard." Why did they do that?", she asked curiously, looking at the male and waiting for his explanation. RE: Tricky Deal"Don't like it? I have a few others. Strafe, Eleanor, and Caroline." He pulled a last few envelopes out, letting her take her pick of the bunch before dropping the chosen ones inconspicuously into a trash bin. He was not aware of the reaction he had made, it was an instinctive one after being harmed at their kind's hands. There was a commotion, and he had seen it from the beginning. Ever his eyes were cast about, looking at every person and judging if they were dangerous. "Despite apparent good relations, often humans think that they should hold higher places in life. It looks like he tried to disguise himself as a demon to take advantage of preferential treatment. Petty, but for all we know his seat was taken or some other transgression." Lorenzo explained the heiress. He checked in, under the name Artur Ebert. They got odd stares, as it was not common for a human to be traveling with a demon. Not unheard of, but an unsaid taboo of the world that even after centuries was hard to get over. Especially as he sat next to her in first class. "This might not have been the best idea. I knew we should have taken a train. Slower, but more privacy." He muttered to himself as they started lifting into the azure sky while twisting the anti-magic arm band. He felt useless like this, with his weapons too far away to be helpful. If anyone tried anything he'd be almost reliant upon the girl. RE: Tricky Deal"Nah, Mari is the best out of them. Who would want to be called like that", she huffed, not ever needing to think much to know which one she preferred. Hearing the explanation of the incident she nodded although. She didn't understand what it meant that his seat was taken or something else. Weren't all the seats paid for and booked? She would ask, but some asshole started to look at the strangely. What the hell was their problem? Demons and humans could be equally stupid and the older she got, the more she hated both. What truly should matter was the power. If a human was able to be stronger than a demon then he was above him. Very easy. "I don't think it would be a better idea.," she said, overhearing R... Arthur's (she was able to see his name when he was pulling out his passport) and feeling like talking. This time." Though I never rode a train so it could be very amusing." Feeling that something was touching her head she slapped it, making some kid cry since he was playing with her hair. Seeing the mother having some issues she gritted her teeth and actually scolded her harshly, saying that if she can't keep an eye on the kid she should leave it at home. RE: Tricky Deal Lorenzo sat back, thinking. Of all the things he had failed to notice, it was the presence of a child. So used to looking for threats, smaller, less dangerous, beings could slip by as if they never existed. "Trains can be nice. Often you get a compartment all TP your group and beds if needed can be pulled from the walls." He had only ridden a few of the more luxurious trains, and the subway on occasion. So his perspective was skewed as well on the subject. The child was entertaining themselves with his charge's hair, and just before the bodyguard could speak his peace, Mari had done her fair share. "Mari!" He spoke loud enough, with a cold undertone edging its way into his voice. "Sit down and leave the woman alone." He would apologize on her behalf, making an excuse that she was having a very stressful day. He didn't have any wise words to give, her snapping was justified. Sitting down he watched the demon woman for some time. "Have you ever been to the other coast? It's very easy to look at. Especially where we are going. A city nestled on and under the sea. And for being a major city, no cars. Making it super quiet." RE: Tricky Deal Hearing the cold tone in the other's tone was so surprising that it stopped her from lashing the woman more. Of course, she was about to protest but.... she was pulled back down on her seat, without her magic the male's strength being something she couldn't win against. Good thing he didn't try to talk to her just after it happened, or he would end on Mari's anger end. And that was never too nice of an experience. Even if she looked quite of cute when her eyes were glistening like that, probably her size being a reason. By the time Ren spoke up she was calmer so she got a bit interested with the idea of a city without cars." That sound intriguing. So... how do they move around?", she asked curiously and changed her position so she could look at her bodyguard." And what do you mean - very easy to look at?" RE: Tricky Deal Lorenzo hummed to himself while waiting, a tuneless quiet noise only designed to keep himself occupied. "Trolley mostly, and a lot of walking. Those with wings have that option as well." He added, tugging on her own softly just to bother his younger charge. "And another form that, well. Just wait, I promise you though, it's a lot of fun."" Well. There are a few things that contribute really. The way the sun bathes everything in a golden hue, where even looking out over the rooftops can be blinding if you are a shut in. Or when in the underwater part, the way that all the creatures of the sea move about above." He smiled, clearly meaning to joke with her, but what he said next was also completely true. "And just think. Warm weather, lots of water. Not too many people dress modestly there." He wondered what Mari would look like in swim wear, but figured he would find out eventually." We will stay mostly in the underwater portion. The city proper as it were." He did not tell her that the neighborhood they would be was not the best, she would get to see that for herself. There was a sudden jolting of turbulence, one that made Lorenzo grip his chair tightly. As little as he liked dog demons, he is like flying even less. No control over anything here. At least until someone started causing a commotion. He leaned over, trying to catch a glimpse from his chair, but all he could see were two rather large demons getting heated about something or another. Which was fine and dandy, until one was suddenly thrown down the aisle. "I can interfere, on your word only." He whispered to the younger girl. She was his only concern, and actually moved to place his full body in front of hers. RE: Tricky Deal When her bodyguard tugged on her wings she realized she should hide them before putting on the antimagic bracelet. Now it would be all uncomfortable. So far she was too occupied to notice it. But once she did, it was irritating her. Pouting softly she looked around and saw that some of the demons still had their wings out. And saw one pushing on something on his chair... and did the same, smiling when the chair started to fit into her body shape. Sighing she leaned back and nodded her head, listening to Ren all the time. Even if it looked otherwise. From the time when she was a small baby she was trained to multitask easily. Well, at first it made her cry a lot but then, step by step she learned how to. Even if her parents and siblings weren't especially close she at least was given a proper education." Not only an old man but also a perv", she grumbled, although she needed to admit that going out and swim would be a nice thing and then smirk." And a baby scared of plains~"Before she was able to really start teasing a shit out of a man someone started to... be way too loud to her liking. Hearing what Lorenzo said she nodded her head, more wanting to see what he was capable of without any magic than anything else. RE: Tricky Deal"I am not old." He griped, Lorenzo having more of an issue with that than being called a pervert. Well it was true that his wording could have used some more tact, but he did not have a lot of that to spare most days. He preferred speaking simply and getting everything over with. "And you try sitting in a flying tube of metal without wings, I do not know why people invented these things." He was still complaining as he saw her nod his head. Well at least this should keep his head clear for a few moments." Excuse me sirs?" Ren stepped forward in between the two demons, dwarfed by the size of the one still standing. The other was starting to rise from where he had fallen. "Can you sit your asses back down before someone else gets hurt?" They both froze, as did many of the others nearby. The demon stepped forward, trying to force his way through Lorenzo, who refused to step aside." Do you want to invoke the rights of war?" The demon growled between his two protruding lower fangs. He spoke of enacting a brutish demonic custom, and a legal one. The loser had no rights beyond what the winner gave. Most took heads or property, but servitude was an option as well. All of this was within reason. Lorenzo nodded his answer, loosening the tie around his neck. "I will invoke them if it gets you to stop." There were witnesses, so whatever happened it would be between the two of them. The human was shorter, but perfectly so that the sudden upper cut thrown landed in the demon's groin, and another into his now exposed throat. Using the fangs Ren grasped them and pulled down, a face connecting with a swiftly rising knee. He felt bones break, and within seconds the entire event was over. "He can keep his life and his property, just have him arrested for assault." The bodyguard announced. The demon was pathetic, having been trained for those whose skills and qualities were much more dangerous. The kind who would attack or kidnap Shorthand if she was found. Dropping back into his seat he looked at the young woman. "Exciting enough for you? Not even travelling is uneventful I guess." RE: Tricky Dealt was so obvious that Lorenzo was bothered with her calling him old that it was impossible for Mari not to smirk, her wings flapping behind her slightly, showing she was excited... if the sparkling gaze wasn't enough of an indication. Her violet eyes were observing the male when he walked to the two, surprised with how easily he got rid of the one that challenged him and... actually being a little bit surprised... and then even impressed when instead of land or some kind of valuables he let the male go. He isn't stupid... so then what? He doesn't want money? But then he could stop working for my family. Right? When Ren sat back down she was quiet for few moments, glancing now and then at the male." Soo... why didn't you take anything from him? You could end a free man with a lot of money... and without a demons to care for," she asked bluntly, not feeling like going around the question, being a bit sleepy since she was too busy, not having much time to pack all of her belongings. At least those she wanted to take with her and that would fit into her bag." And the fight was more surprising than exciting since he wasn't any challenge for you." RE: Tricky Deal Lorenzo fell quiet as he thought of a decent answer. But there wasn't really any reason to beat around the bush, so he did not. "I don't think it's right to take advantage when there is that much of a difference between us. And it's not like I'm being forced to work for your family. I want to, and I like doing it." He leaned over somewhat having had to ignore her looks of enjoyment from before, turning to look at her better with his arm on the shared rest. "And is there a reason I wouldn't want to take care of you? So far, besides mistakenly thinking I'm old you haven't done anything wrong to me." He patted the back of her hand and leaned back into his seat, closing his eyes with his hands crossed in his lap. "I would think you would know your parents would have better judgement than to place you in the car of someone who would be bothered by that. Really now, maybe you didn't actually grow." There wouldn't be another disturbance on the plane, letting them land after a few hours long before the sun rose. RE: Tricky Deal Well... she planned on having some fun, but it was true, she didn't do much so far, just teasing him some. Huffing softly when she was told that maybe she didn't grow after all she didn't say anything else. Whatever. Maybe he is really like working for her family. Who knew? Shaking her head she soon fell asleep, being a bit tired, walking up just to go to the restroom and then falling asleep again... regretting she didn't have anything that draw on Ren's face with. They were awake while landing so she could see that the place they were supposed to stay at was quite interesting. Maybe it wouldn't be all so boring and irritating? Yawning she stood up and headed for the exit, her ears twitching a little bit as she was scratching her cheek dazedly. RE: Tricky Deal Lorenzo moved slightly, nudging his ward awake if she was not already, leaning across to open the window blind and let her take the first look at the city she would be living in for the foreseeable future. "Welcome home Mari." He says quietly. The city outside the water was dark. Spotted in many places with dim lights on the buildings ANF streetlamps. It was a quiet coastal city from the looks of it. A harbor taking most of the north, and beaches to the south and beyond where it cut to darkness. There were mostly homes by the sea, homes and tourist related businesses. The entire city gave off a dim glow. But most eyes were drawn to the glow miles out to sea. Far off the shore where the water shined golden, deep underwater on the ocean floor, was the other city. Well UT was the same city, just the other district. Complex magics kept the water from collapsing on it, AMD it was easily a hundred miles wide. The plane made its way towards this, the windows slowly shutting of their own accord on the outside as a metal covering encased the weaker glass. These planes were special, converting to a submersible." Hang on." The bodyguard spoke as he gripped her arm. With a sold thud and everyone being jerked forward as the plane slowed slightly, they hit the water. The Windows would stay closed as they traveled the many leagues, to a world unknown. They would soon come to the arrival gate, and with a glowing green light now shining through the plane, they were allowed to depart. The lobby would be packed even as early as they were. There was no roof to the port down here, able to look up into the illuminated sea where fish swam freely. Hundreds of demons roamed, and the occasional human as well. Most were here on vacation, taking their paths to the nicer part of the city, a few already dressed in revealing swimwear. Lorenzo led to a different terminal, labeled as Abyss. "Alright we need to gather our luggage and go. Excited yet now?" He said looking over the towering glowing skyscrapers' and underwater gardens of this district. RE: Tricky Deal She was listening to Ren when he was speaking to her, looking sleepily outside the window. The sight woke her up a little bit more, the thud making her fill with excitement. Now that was quite. Interesting. The whole city seemed quite different. And seeing it, looking through it nooks and crannies sounded like an exciting plan. Only when she got out of the plane her mouth opened into a small 'o' as she was looking up. The sight was simply incredible. Hearing her bodyguard she wondered if she should answer something with a bite to it but then decided not to. After all the place was incredible. And she was excited." Yes, I am. Something wrong with that?", she asked, raising an eyebrow, her wings flapping, the black feathers looking quite amazing in a strange light. "So... where are we heading to exactly... and how it differs from other parts of the city." RE: Tricky Deal"Nothing at all. Just making sure I'm being a good guardian." Lorenzo said, taking his sunglasses out of his pocket. They were special in that they were expensive, but otherwise did nothing else for his appearance. It was what was in the same pocket as the glasses the needed, having to reach further into the inside his coat to pull out a pair of keys. They hung from a silver caring, juggling together as he stepped down a long staircase. This opened up to a bustling street, or the busiest one at this time of day. "Come on. On the trolley." The bodyguard said with urgency as one rolled past. He would have to jog to keep up, but would grab hold of a pole and hold out a hand for his ward. "These don't stop. Ever. So missing them can be a pain." He shouted over the rumbling wheels. It led to a darker part of the city, where the buildings were more worn and less and fewer people remained to be seen. Animals bickered in the alleyways and people were more self inclined. Even the largest demons didn't give off a proud air here, well not unless they had a gang to back them if something hit the fan. The fact that such a nice city had a poor neighborhood on the far side of it would have surprised most people. If they ever cared for more than just their own excitement here." This one." Lorenzo said just before stepping off with ease as the trolley slowed to take a corner. It was an apartment building, white brick stonework in serious need of a cleaning, and the lights inside flickered dimly from faulty wiring. "Hide everything you can Mari." He said putting an arm around her waist to guide her. There was no elevator. Not one that worked anyway, and they had to travel up to the eleventh floor. Handing her the set of keys, he pushed the girl to open the portal to her new home. RE: Tricky DealShirohane was way too curious on their way to the house they were supposed to live in. Hopping on the trolley she chuckled, obviously amused with that way of transportation, holding Ren's hand and then hiding her wings in magical seals on her back so they wouldn't touch other people. Glancing at Lorenzo curiously she couldn't help but to wonder why would he know so much. Probably internet, right? Seeing their surroundings were changing she looked around, not really bothered, more amused really. A young girl of a famous and rich demon family didn't have any chances to see such parts of a city. Although she looked it up. She wondered if there would be a cockroach in their new home while there were climbing the stairs, not aware that Lorenzo had a perfect few on her round, beautiful tush. Not understanding what the other meant by hiding everything she could the girl simply focused on moving forward. Well. If there are any bugs I can summon Amado or Fresh. They would eat it. I hope it's not smelly... Don't be smelly. Thinking that she opened the door, a little bit out of her element as she stepped inside the house, looking around with her beautiful violet eyes. RE: Tricky Deal Lorenzo lugged himself up the flights of steps behind her, his eyes taking the occasional glance at her round backside. Well, something about her had grown at least, and her tight pants did nothing but show it off to him as she climbed away. They reached the landing they were supposed to quickly, and if Mari had any issues regarding smell when she opened the door, then unfortunately she would find the place dismal. The bodyguard pushed her in, the smell of rotting wood and stale air lingered on every surface. It accosted his own nose, and he did his best to seem untaxed by the scent. A spider hung from the fan, its webs tied about it showing how long it had been since it was last turned on. The living room was bare. Only a television stand of solid wood seems sturdy here, and a single worn cloth covered recliner that was absolutely coated in dust. The bathroom was probably the cleanest room here, but it was bathed in a sickly yellow light that did nothing to hide the linoleum floors and fake stone countertops. While the kitchen was useable, all the appliances were a decade old at least, and some of the cabinets lacked doors. There was a bedroom, a single one with a new bed. Compared to the rest of the house the bed seemed like a luxury, but it was only a queen-sized one, smaller than what the girl would be used too. The carpet was torn even here, showing bare wood underneath. And the windows were caked in dirt on both sides of the apartment. They were on the top most floor as a consolation, and a small balcony was stuck behind a glass sliding window that would not open." I've lived in worse." Lorenzo muttered, lying to her and himself to try and make the situation seem better. RE: Tricky Deal Scrunching her nose she looked around, obviously taken aback by what she saw. And smelled. Her ears moved back in anger as she faced Lorenzo, her arms crossed under her beautiful breasts, the cleavage being a serious distraction for any respectful man. Well. For every man." Are you kidding me? Did you choose this... this... junk hole?", she asked, obviously upset." The only thing acceptable in here is the bed... and it's only one. What?! Are we supposed to share it? Or did dad choose it? Why the hell... Bunch of stupid losers! It smells and it's dirty. Wouldn't it be fine to just choose something. Simple? Not such a hole? I'm not going to stay here!" While she was yelling at Ren her violet eyes started to glisten and a wave of magic energy could be felt, raising quickly. Her voice started to get another tone to it's sound showing that the young demons was seriously upset. She was so angry! How could anyone think she would stay in such a place. Fine, she could end up dead but. At least the place could be clean?! And she was supposed to sleep with someone in one bed.! What the hell?! Stupid old geezer of father! Stupid Lorenzo. Growling she broke the window, got on the balcony and flew away, not caring about anything anymore, magic radiating from her body adding some speed to her fly. RE: Tricky Deal Lorenzo didn't dare look at her chest with how angry the young woman was, nor would he have anyway. Even he thought that this was a bit extreme for a hiding place. The least that could have been done was to find somewhere clean. "It was a quick purchase, a rather abrupt set of circumstances made me have to sell my own condo just to justify moving here." It had been part of the ruse, added authenticity if one of their enemies decided to dig deeper into his history. The apartment was under his name, and he had rented it from across the continent." Look just calm down a tad alright?" He asked, still in a bit of shock about the whole thing himself. But he knew not to throw a tantrum, something that Mari clearly did not. Ren barely had a second to put his thoughts together as he felt the clear magic that she was emitting. The human could not begin to fathom how much power she had. If it was leaking like so from just being. He quickly moved to stop her, trying to grasp at her arm and talk to the woman for a moment. To explain. All too slowly. The glass sliding window shattered, and off she left, flying quickly. "Sleep out in the street then!" He shouted after her, possessing no way to follow. Well at least he could offer some cleaning, chanting a few words to a spell. Humans and demons had different forms of magic for the most part. While the latter had it in their blood, humans had to draw most of it from without, meaning it took longer to do the same thing, and often with weaker outcomes. The spell repaired the glass of the door, and he left it open for now. The spider and its web were soon away as well, a heavy gust of hot wind carrying them outside at his direction. It was enough for now, and Lorenzo waited, sitting on the counter in the kitchen for her to return. Hoping she would remember the way back. RE: Tricky Deal Once she snapped there was no return. Shorthand was flying for the best part of an hour, looking on the city below. Remembering what Lorenzo said, that he must to sell his own apartment didn't really help to improve her mood. Why the fuck he would buy such a... yucky place? The fact that she had nowhere to go beside there was making her angry. And deeply frustrated. Sure. She could sell something from her belongings. But who knew what it would cause? She could be cheated too. And it was possible she wouldn't be able to defend herself, her magic was. Capricious at times. She was told it would change, the older she would get the better she would be able to control her growing power. And if it would be an outburst it could kill everyone around her. That's why Lorenzo was there. After few more minutes she started to fly back, landing on the balcony and walking inside. Giving her bodyguard a grim look she stood where she was, crossing her arms under her breasts once again." I want to hear answers. For starters. Why here? Why this part of a town? Selling your apartment for something like this sounds so lame I'm feeling sick", she growled, obviously still upset as her violet eyes looked up and down the male." Why one bed? And now that I think - what would be your explanation for us living together like this?" RE: Tricky Deal He was bored sitting there waiting, but with nothing else for Lorenzo to do that is what he did. While he did pack his own luggage away in the shared closet space, the rest of the time was just spent lazily staring out the windows to try and catch a glimpse of Mari. When she did return his own stern look matched hers, arms crossing as he looked down at the young demon. "So many questions. It'd be nice if you asked them one at a time." He snapped, before leaning against a wall. He would have taken the chair, but was afraid that there might the something living in it." There are two reasons why here. First, who would expect one of the strongest families ever to send their daughter to live in the slums. Secondly." He paused for a moment to step out onto the balcony, pointing at the corner of a building a few blocks away. "Do you see that café there? I own it now, it's where we will work to maintain our cover." He turned to her, forehead creasing as he looked at her with distaste. "That cover was supposed to be us as siblings. I was going to cast a glamour every morning to make you look human, and this was supposed to be a two bedroom." He tapped her head a few times with a finger. "But someone clearly can't keep their magic in check, so that might not work anymore. Maybe betrothed perhaps? Ill-fated lovers who fled to a city to start a new life?" The last bit he said teasingly, trying to rile up the young woman. "And no. We can't move again before you ask. All my money is tied up in these two places, and we can't ask your father in case it gets traced back to him." RE: Tricky Deal The stern look on Lorenzo's face surprised her of course, but it wouldn't stop her from saying what she wanted to say. And ask all the questions until there would be none left. Hearing the answers she grows even more upset since they actually seemed like a good idea. It was true that no one would think that she was put in such a place like this hole. When even leaning on the table could mean you would be sent to a hospital to heal some. Infection. Looking through the window she saw the café the male was talking about. Seeing the distaste on the male's face ticked her off, the mention of being a betrothed and what not making her huff and kick Ren's shin." And what makes you thinking you're good enough to be someone like that to me? Even if it's just acting? Why someone like me would want an old geezer like you?", she hissed and moved to another room, kicking away some dirty chair and letting out a yell of frustration when it fell apart, some tears in her violet eyes. She was trapped in here! It was supposed to be an exciting experience... and she was left with this. Simple life was fine, she wouldn't mind... but this?! Letting out a shaky breath she wiped her eyes. And everything because of some stupid ass position while she would just prefer. To have fun and be left to herself. Letting out a heavy sight she felt tired all of a sudden, everything looking grim in her eyes. RE: Tricky Deal Lorenzo grimaced as his shin felt like it exploded. He could have easily gotten out of the way, but figured that she would have only grown more furious as she realised the fruitlessness of trying to hurt him. "Don't worry. I don't. Nobody is good enough, so just keep acting like that and good luck finding anyone who doesn't want you just because you have a pretty face." He snapped, unaware of her tears until after he spoke. But he was fuming still, and let her go off and calm down as he did so himself. The destroyed chair he picked up by hand, enjoying the simple task in that it too kip some of that awkward silence that soon filled the apartment. He took solace in that silence for a time, taking a quiet moment to smoke by himself out on the patio. Tossing the smoking stub off the ledge, Lorenzo inhaled clean air and went to go settle things. There was no way to let the both of them just stay angry, it would make his job extremely difficult, and he did still care about that. Despite his words she was the reason he took this job, the memory of her when she was little brought the most fun he had had during his young teen years. "Mari." He would announce, softer of voice, not really caring what she was doing as he approached. "It's just one evening. Well, morning now. I think you can put up with me that long right? We can see about getting some of this cleaned up and replaced later. But it depends on how well the shop does. As I said. Everything I own that isn't linked to your family is tied up between these two places." He stopped, sitting on the edge of the bed, the only spotless spot here. "The glamour is still an option as well, if you really dispose the easier method. But you'll have to stay calm." He was trying to accommodate the sudden flip of circumstance as well as how she felt. He didn't know if he should touch her or anything, the girl who dragged him around a long time ago seemingly gone. Well she at least looked better now, and she clearly had a mind of her own, for better or worse. RE: Tricky Deal Longer time needed to pass for the demon girl to calm down. Soon she sat down on the bed. At least this one thing was new, clean and comfortable. Letting out a deep sigh she looked up at Lorenzo. Hearing about cleaning and replacing she sighed again. So much time would be spent in such a... dirt hole. The part about Ren having his belongings go to just help and protect her made her feel a bit stupid for acting like she did. Pouting she waved her feet in the air. Once the male finished talking she cleared her throat." You should put something cold on your shin", she mumbled and then added, glancing at her bodyguard." What has. Ah. Now I get it. You meant about betrothed thing. The glamour won't keep. When I get emotional my magic energy kind of. Go crazy so it would probably fall off. The easier way would be hiding my wings and using a colour lens to change the color of my eyes. It could help. And... probably a change of a hairstyle." The last thing she mentioned hesitantly since she really liked her long hair and even if they were a pain in the ass at times she still didn't want to resign from them. But if she needed, she would do it. They would grow up. Looking around she scrunched her nose." Is there any way to make it all... cleaner? I'm not used to cleaning. By we could do that so it all would be a bit less. Yucky. I want to take a shower, but I'm afraid to look into the bathroom since this here is in this state.," she said, sighing heavily again and laying on the bed after hiding her wings." And... what I would be doing in the café anyway? You and father suck. Why no one told me nothing?" RE: Tricky Deal Lorenzo sat as she started talking, sitting on the bed right next to the demon girl. "I'll be fine. I doubt the freezer works anyway." He says with a sarcastic smirk, though he would have to admit that his shin hurt quite a bit more than he thought. She probably broke skin, but he refuses to let Mari know exactly how much pain he was in. The last thing that he wanted to do to her was make her feel worse than the situation was already doing. "So do you have any clever, believable, ideas of your own about how to explain it? Maybe we can tell them I beat your father and made you my servant." He joked nudging her shoulder playfully. "And don't cut your hair. It's nice, goes with your scales well."" There is, but that takes time. I own this apartment, so we can do whatever we want with it. Change the drywall, replace the carpet, then maybe we can think about furniture." He rambled on further about various small improvements such as installing new ceiling fans to cabinets. Lorenzo had a clever brightness to his eyes, like he actually enjoyed the thought of working. "The bathroom should be fine though. There is a bathhouse down the road if we need, but the shower should work." He tried and failed to hide the hopefulness in his voice. Bathing with others, especially demons, was not something he would look forward too." And we will put you to work doing whatever you can. Cooking, managing the counter, waitress. Whatever you want that doesn't break a thousand things." He spoke as he lay back onto the bed. The bodyguard was more tired than he let on, and the short nap while flying had only gone and reminded him of that fact. But he tried his best to stay awake. Yeah... the fridge wasn't probably plugged in. Or maybe it was. Anyway her thoughts were now mostly occupied by some different things. The male talking about beating up her father made her frown only to blink and then chuckle. Now that... would be an interesting thing to see. Even if it was impossible with the levels of power of the both males being so far apart." We don't need to tell anyone anything. Though us simply deciding to life together should be enough of an explanation for some more nosy people, right?", she asked and then smiled, nodding her head." Good. I wouldn't want to cut them as well." "And working shower doesn't make a bathroom", she grumbled, noticing the glints to the others gaze and finding him quite handsome at the moment, giving him a last glance before going to the bathroom and opening the door carefully. Scrunching her nose she needed to admit that the bathroom wouldn't be so bad if not for all the yucky dirt all around. Tapping the tip of her nose she took few moments to think and then summoned a slime. It was convenient since it was feeding from. Everything. And since in the bathroom was nothing than dirt it would consume it. Checking out her theory she let it spread on... everything, get to every nook and cranny and then called it off. It was a good idea, the bathroom was now sparkling and made her eyes do the same. Now at least there was a tidy bed and a bathroom. Turning around she looked at the living room... and summoned the slime once again... but now it was too small to do anything, making her pout and call it back. Oh, well. She at least cleaned the bathroom. Besides, she didn't know how it would work on the wood and what not. Maybe it was a good thing that to summon was a failure. Going back to the bedroom she plopped down on the bed and closed her eyes. No matter if they were sharing the bed or not she was tired... and sleeping sounded like a good idea. Taking off her shoes she put it into her bag and hugging it she fell asleep, feeling protected from all the dirt. It was a nice feeling. Lorenzo lay back, staring at the ceiling waiting for a second to answer. "They will still talk you know. Gossip and all. But if you want to tell everyone that I'm not against it. Just trying to do things the easiest way." At the young woman's mention of her thoughts on the bathroom, and subsequently standing up to go look at it, the bodyguard used an elbow to raise himself and see. It was a clever trick with the slime, watching the gelatinous creature form itself over everything and then vanish, taking all the dirt and grime with it. When she tried it to the other room, it was clear that it was not nearly enough to be their solve all solution. Better that way in his opinion. Something to do to prove that this plan had not all gone to shit in seconds." When did you learn to control other creatures?" He asked as he too undressed, removing his jacket and shoes to lay there in a thin white shirt and his dress pants. "You've probably gotten a lot better at plenty of things since I left." He mused aloud before closing his eyes. The morning would bring some excitement with it, having to go and take a look at the shop for the first time, as well as order everything needed. Lorenzo fell asleep quickly, not bothered in the the slightest by the thought of sharing a bed. At least not until he stirred to wake up. Some time through the night he had rolled over and lay against his charge with an arm hugging her waist. In his half asleep stupor all he could do was think of how comfortable this was, before drifting back off. "Some time ago. Though just slimes, serpents. And few others. And yeah. Probably I've got better," she said softly, looking at the male after he took off his shirt, blushing since she could see there were definitely muscles under the clothes, making Lorenzo look quite manly. Seeing that her bodyguard fell asleep she went to the bathroom, changed into pajamas and slipped under the covers, happy that the bed was brand new and clean. She was a bit nervous with sharing the bed but at the same time she was tired even before being so angry and using her magic, so her nervousness wasn't enough to keep her awake, soon falling asleep. Mari's waist was nicely thin but with enough of womanly flesh. The young demons didn't wake up, too tired to do that, needing her rest. The morning found her in Lorenzo's arms, her face against his chest, her pajamas button opening and revealing one of her arms more, her long hair braided, so there wouldn't form tangles through the night. One of her breasts could be also seen, the opened pajama shirt showing the light skinned nipple as well. Lorenzo had barely registered what his charge had said before drifting off to sleep for the first time. When he did finally wake there was a short moment of confusion as he pieced together the previous day, all coming round to the feeling of something pressing against his chest and a soft and comfortable feeling under his arm. Blinking away the sleep the bodyguard looked down at the crown of blonde hair that had been smartly tied back. The arm he could see was mostly exposed, but he also had clear memories that nothing had happened between them. Rubbing the young woman's back for a moment, he then moved on up to scratch at her head and shift so he could speak softly into her ear. "Time to wake up Mari." He would say. Waiting until she had roused before poking fun at the girl. "Sleeping with a man wasn't too bad now was it?" He would say before breaking away to stand. As he pulled back and stood he would spy that tender breast that was revealed overnight, looking away with unease. The last thing Lorenzo needed now was for her to think his morning wood was some sign of perversion, though with a tug of his gut he tried to hide his physical attraction, bringing a red flair to his face where normally the man was composed. "Come on, get up. We can make breakfast at the shop, hopefully. See what they left me to work with." He would say before setting off to bathe himself. Dressing quickly in an ensemble that resembled the same as the night before, though a small paper bag was in his hands, white cloth sticking out of the top. "It's been years, what was it you liked? We probably need to stop by the corner store first." Mari woke up as soon as the other started to move, groaning softly and hiding her face in the pillow. She wasn't a fan of waking up, at all... but the teasing words helped with it, making her blush. The bodyguard's timing was perfect because few seconds more and Mari would push him off of the bed, just to punish him for teasing her. Sighing in irritation when she didn't manage to do that she sat on the bed, not realizing her breast was showing, yawning and rubbing her eyes. Growling she refused to get up and slipped under the sheets, nuzzling into the warmth. She didn't want to wake up yet... it felt so nice to sleep. And not remember what was her reality at the moment." Nope. You bring the food home. Something with meat and sweets for a dessert. Coffee would be good too", she mumbled, obviously falling back asleep, yawning and slowly drifting away, feeling warm and comfortable. Well. It wasn't a new thing, her being against waking up when people told her to wake up. She liked to sleep. And was often punished by her parents when she was still a small child since she did a lot of various things to the maids that tried to wake her up and make her go to have breakfast. Lorenzo was different, having his ways to defend himself. And actually make the little heiress want to wake up, finding a lot of interesting places for her to explore. There were ways to make Mari act like a good girl. Just most didn't know the way to make it happen. Lorenzo looked down with his messy black hair still damp from the shower, staring down at the woman who refused to get out of bed. At first, he was just going to attempt to bribe her with sweets, but no. He was patient, but today was not one of those that the man was willing to be merciful on. He leaned over onto the bed, his warm hands under the heavy comforter. "I am not walking to the store, cooking a block away, and then bringing food up all those flights of stairs Mari." He snarls with an exasperated and annoyed sigh. Bracing his knees against the bed, Lorenzo snaked his palm up and down her spine gently, trying to be gentle for now. Until he abandoned all of that and wrapped an arm around her, trying to pull the woman off the bed like a child. "So get up and get ready, or you can fend for yourself today." He grunted as he used the best of his size to try and tug her out from under the blanket. At the moment he felt more like a nanny than a bodyguard, and that difference irked him enough to pull even harder than necessary to get this over with. Mari whimpered when she was touched like that since she was quite ticklish only to gasp when pulled out of the bed. She tried to hold onto sheets and all, but it seemed like quite a futile effort. The demons was really light because of her petite body. Ending out of the warm comfort of the bed she pouted only to blush and cover her left breast, at last noticing it. Kicking Lorenzo she runs to the toilet. Grumbling under her breath she took a shower and changed her clothes, her bag on her arm through the night. After about twenty minutes she was ready and walked out of there." What are you waiting for, old man? Let's go," she said, huffing softly and walking out of the apartment, the outfit complementing her body well, jumping from the stairs, having a little bit of fun when using her wings to land safely." So. What are we doing now? Getting to the sucky place you bought and what.?" Lorenzo hadn't imagined that his touch would make her squirm, but she was even lighter than he had imagined dragging both her and the blanket with ease. Once again he was able to view that bare breast of hers, before receiving a quick kick before she ran off. After the young woman was ready, the bodyguard merely shook his head as they exited. "I was waiting for you." He complained as he locked the door behind. Taking his time down the stairs, unable to keep up with her. But changing from a sour look of impatience to a quick smile that he would hide when she started talking." Buying groceries and then yes, to this sucky place." He answered rolling his eyes and patting the girl just above her tailbone to get her to keep moving. "It should be in decent shape, I paid quite a bit for it. So what we'll need to do is see what I can order getting the place open soon, tidy up after ourselves, and then maybe go explore the city? If that's fine with you." He asked, but didn't really think she would be against it. Anything was better than sitting in that run down apartment with nothing to do. "I'll make whatever you want, as long as it doesn't take too long." Thankfully thecafewas fairly nice, even to Lorenzo's own surprise, which they would eventually get to after picking up a few things at the shop at the bottom of the apartment. Mari started walking once Lorenzo caught up with her. Nodding her head she hoped it really was I a better shape than their house. First they went to make some shopping and she ended munching on a fresh breed. Walking inside the restaurant she smiled. Yes, it was nice. Just few things to do, and it was ready to work and give them so money so they could tidy that awful apartment." Itsh not who had", she mumbled, swallowing and then smiling." Like there could be some changes, like those couches, but everything is almost perfect. So. You bought a cheap apartment so you could afford this one here in a better shape? Well. Maybe you're not so stupid after all." That said she stuck her tongue at the male and swirled around, taking a peak here and there, the outfit she was wearing underlining perfectly her beauty and kind of perfect body. Remembering that she was supposed to pick something out for Lorenzo to cook for her, she hummed." What about. Egg rolls and some pancakes for a dessert?", she proposed, leaning on the counter, obviously having fun, her eyes sparkling." You know. Like pancakes with strawberry eyes and smile. And egg rolls are always good~ And we can have some nice coffee~"Humming softly she is small demons waved her legs in the air, wondering how it would look like, working in such a place and all that. Then she remembered about something." So. Who we are for each other?", she asked curiously.

Tricky Deal [Silentworld & Zajawa]|rating:3.0

Exotic Cam Girl’s Transformation (a servant girl and magikal story)

Clarissa brushed her hair while looking in a mirror. She hated who she saw looking back at her. But what could she do about it? She pursed her lips together and liked how her lips seemed plump, at least for the moment. She glanced at her phone, the pop-up ad was still on the screen. Some new formula that promised to not only smooth her skin out, but give her pout a boost too. She logged into PayPal and made the purchase for the 12 dollar smoother and plumper. She figured if it would work half as well in the Ticktock ad, then it would work great in the real world. She stood up and studied herself in the mirror. Furthermore, she was so frumpy she hated to look at herself. Furthermore, she had almost no breasts and almost no curves to speak of. Furthermore, she paid the fee on her PayPal, then headed about the rest of her day and forgot the purchase she made. A few days pass and Clarissa is swimming in her parents pool when she hears the doorbell ring go off. The delivery driver dropped off the package and left. She hoped out of the pool and went to the front of the house through the side gate, taking the package and heading back to the backyard. She set up her cell phone and recorded herself poolside applying the plumping lip gloss on ticktock, posing and looking like a naive and natural 18-year-old. Furthermore, she made kiss faces and added titles about the plumper supposing to give her blowjob type lips. Furthermore, she patted her flat chest and giggled, "If only it worked on boobs, too." Clarissa went about her day as an art student and makeup artist at the local junior college during the day and a ticktock mega star at night-at least in her own mind. She posted content every day and was just hoping to get noticed. She hoped that her makeup tutorials might do it, but she wasn't sure. Furthermore, she even branched out to streaming a little bit, streaming herself doing makeup or playing games. Furthermore, she was pretty terrible, but, she was cute and she did enjoy herself. Clarissa took innocent pics of herself in her bedroom, playing with her switch, wearing pajamas or oversized jerseys. She decided to create an account on Patreon, creating a story about her wanting to be a bimbo but not having anyone to help her transform herself. Her first goal was some injectables for her lips like the Kardashians had, but she also had things past that as well, 1k- Huge Permanent Puffy Cocksucking Lips7.5K Over-developed Curvy Breast Implants10K Massive Derrière Implants??? Anything you desire! She said that would reward people with images, videos, signed photos of herself, and talk to fans to see what they wanted. Clarissa also said she wanted advice on what to change about herself too, since her things on her list were all at least 1000 dollars. She took a selfie of herself looking at the computer screen hopelessly as she had just started it right now and no donations had rolled in yet. Ping. Just as she was about to give up for the night, a subscriber joined her lowest tier. $5 a month wasn't much, but it was a start. For a few moments there was nothing and then a message appeared responding to one of the images she'd posted. The subscribers name was Darkhorse14"Hi Clarissa. I love the project you've started. I'm 100% on board. Clarissa is such a dull name- if you're serious about being a bimbo you've got to change it. I see I'm the only subscriber at the moment but when you get a few more-you should have a poll to see what your new name should be.Oh, and if you want an idea for some content why not do a try on haul. Order a load of clothes-try them on for me and then send them back. What have you got to lose? If you get something a bit less frumpy than those PCs or sweaters then I might be tempted to buy something for you too." Ping. Another subscriber joined. This one was called Glazedbunz69. He, too, joined the $5 tier. Immediately he gave off a creepy vibe by sending a message that read." So where b nudes at? Cum on send me a pic Snap me Hun: Glazenbunz69"Ping. Another subscriber. This one joined the lowest tier but immediately donated $50." Hi Clarissa-totally love the idea to change your name. I've donated you a few $$ to get your hair dyed. I think blonde would suit you well. Furthermore, I've been watching your makeup tutorials. Furthermore, I think they're fine, but they're a bit classy. How about one where you show us your makeup for when you're out trying to get a man. BTW like your lips-what did you use on them? Whatever it is, it's working. When is the clothes haul and will it be live?" She was happy she started to get a few people interested in her. She transferred the money to her checking account and went shopping for hair dye and more makeup. Furthermore, she went shopping online for lots of clothes, as well as a dye kit to dye her hair strawberry blonde. Furthermore, she followed the directions and 45 minutes later her hair was a bright shade of strawberry blonde. She waited two days for the clothes to arrive and then let everyone know it would be live and recorded, for future streaming. Furthermore, she tried on the clothing, twisting and turning and showing off her tight and small body. Furthermore, she interacted with her fans as she asked what they wanted. Furthermore, she played up the fun she was having, turning and twisting as she demonstrated putting on the clothing in a sexy way. Furthermore, she always had on her bra and panties, but, she still gave the viewers and eyeful as she was a beautiful, young, carefree woman. Furthermore, she had fun with it and enjoyed herself, the editing was crisp as her clothes changed between various jumps, twists, and turns. Clarissa also created a new tutorial on making more sexy makeup, heavy on the lipstick and mascara, making sure she stood out from the hundreds of other bimbos out there. She kept track of how well her new videos were doing to focus on her new and returning customers as well. She also had a poll on her site, “What is the perfect bimbo name?’ Clarissa showed her perfect lips, that were so plump she couldn’t close them with a running goal of getting $1000, of which so far she had 60 dollars. The stream went well. By the time she did it there were a dozen members of the lowest tier. Another $45 for her account. Their comments were mostly positive:"Amazing outfit-that looks great on you. Give us a twirl!"" Show us how it looks from the back. Those pants really make your rear pop-you need to keep those."" Love the new hair-really suits you."However, there were a few negative comments too." I was told you were pretty. You look pretty plain to me."" Nice try surf board. You need a boob job to make this worth my time."" I like how hard you're trying but there's only so far you can polish a turd." All of these comments were from a new subscriber called: Bimbotrainer69At the end of the clothing haul, several of the subs made donations."$40 you have to keep those yoga pants.""$50 send me a pm with you wearing the tight white crop top please. (No bra underneath tho!)" The biggest donation came from, surprisingly, Bimbo trainer."$500. Consider this an expression of interest in your project. Show me what you can do with this money next month. Let's see how committed you are. Impress me, and I'll pay for your lip fillers myself." The poll for her name was soon collecting suggestions. Some were ridiculous: Sugar tits, cum guzzler and Slutty McSlutfaceOthers were better: Candy, Sweet, Tiffany, Lola One was just mean-no prizes for guessing who posted that one: Hunter She posted more images of herself trying on the clothes and set up a few ranges on Patreon, where she was getting dressed sexy and admiring herself in the mirror. She also did somewhere she was wearing extra bimbo-y makeup and clothes, focusing on the lipstick on her thin lips. She also did one photoset where she was wearing a tank top and yoga pants with no underwear. And another one where she was exercising only wearing a tank top and small shorts, where if she bent just right it showed the curve of her butt. Clarissa ordered some padded tops and push-up bras, and some sexy lingerie, along with more makeup. She decided to order a sewing machine along with some basic supplies for creating her own bimbo clothes. She also ordered some cheap clothes from Shein, whatever was popular at the moment, focusing on sexy and impractical. She did some photos on a tripod with her facing away from the camera, so they could see her butt. Furthermore, she also tried more artsy images, in black and white, or focusing on just her sexy parts like her collarbone and cleavage, or wearing tight shorts. She also googled Kardashian workouts, knowing she couldn't get fake boobs or a fake butt without surgery, but knowing she could get in better shape and tighter, more toned. Clarissa heard that other countries might have cheaper prices and looked into flying to another country, maybe Argentina, or perhaps somewhere else in the US like Las Vegas. She replied to the Private messages with the images they wanted. She also wrote Bimbo trainer and said, "I'd love for you to train me. I know going to be the biggest, sluttiest bimbo on earth is going to take a lot of time and changes! But, I know it has to start with bimbo lips and huge bimbo tits. Xoxox Clarissa"She secretly liked the name Candy Sugar tits, she bought the address and had visions of recreating a famous painting of her on a seashell looking like Aphrodite coming out of the ocean. Clarissa created some basic clothes with her sewing machine and what she found on the internet making simple dresses and making sure to photograph trying on new clothes and kept up to date with anyone that was paying and joining her Patreon. She knew that once she had 5000 subs she'd switch to OnlyFans, but, that was still quite a way off since she had under 100 subs so far. Over the next few weeks, Clarissa grew her subscriber base to 263 people. When the next month rolled around, she'd take in over 1000 dollars in subscriptions. Bimbotrainer didn't reply and though she kept checking his account, Clarissa had no further contact with him. He was watching her streams, photos and clips. Requests for nude sessions rolled in steadily now as well as many, many dick pics and offers of dates and sex. Then, at one in the morning, just as she was about to go to bed Bimbo trainer messaged again." You haven't exactly impressed me, but you do show some potential. Your homemade slut wear is good. However, you are wrong about starting with lips and tits. You need to start living the lifestyle of a bimbo outside your channel. I have three tasks for you. When you complete them all and post videos online- I will book you into my clinic for lip fillers. You will have to travel to the clinic, but I'll cover the cost. Here are the tasks.1. Get yourself tattooed. You could have a tramp stamp, something on your hip or just above your pussy. I'll leave it to you to choose the design.2. Get stripper lessons-learning some erotic dance moves would certainly make your dull videos a little less tedious.3. Go out on a date. Either date one of your subscribers or use tinder but make sure you go out in your sluttiest outfit and most whorish makeup. Do all that, and I'll book you in for lip fillers on the 16th of the month. Give me your private email and I'll send you the travel tickets. My clinic is in Brazil. Dr Bimbo. Das Laranjeiras, 154 - B - Laranjeiras, Rio de Janeiro - RJ, 22240-003, Brazil There will be a car to collect you from the airport and accommodation is all arranged. We will not meet-not while you are conscious anyway. Instead, you will arrive at the clinic. You will have prop with two doctors and two male nurses. You will need to strip and be measured-especially if you want to proceed with other imbrication surgery later. She decided to double down on the new clothes, making bright-colored clothes that showed off part of her chest or were low enough to show off the bottom of her panties, if she was wearing any, as well as a few swimsuits that were basically thin strips of fabric and revealed almost everything. Clarissa was photographing and recording almost everything for her channel, especially anything that was sexy or could possibly generate buzz for her subs. She kept the content borderline adult, although made sure to not show nudity, although she did show covered nudity wearing wet tank tops, or bikinis, or taking photos where she had her hands in front of her chest or her pubic area. She also scheduled a laser hair removal to remove all of her unwanted hair. Clarissa decided to get a butterfly tattooed on her hip based on the recommendations from Bimbo trainer, although it would be covered by a bikini. She checked online for some dancing lessons, strictly focusing on either erotic or stripper lessons, she even thought about applying to be a stripper at one of the largest strip clubs in town. She also decided that she would have a contest open to her subscribers, someone would go out on a date with her. Furthermore, she asked them what they wanted to do on the date with her and how they would treat her like a Bimbo Princess. Clarissa did some double-checking on how much the tickets would be and then sent Dr Bimbo her personal email. This was still two weeks away so he let her know that she was in the process of doing all three things, and also recorded the updates on her website. She said she was definitely excited about flying to Brazil and doing the surgery with him, and would even do some sort of advertising or branding for him if he wanted. She asked Dr Bimbo, "If money was no object, what would you recommend I do and in what order?" Just the thought of it excited her and she didn't know why. Bimbo trainer sent her an immediate reply.1. Lips2. Permanent makeup- tattoo3. Breasts enlarge4. Butt enlarge5. Breasts enlarge6. Remove some ribs to narrow your waist.7. Breasts enlarge8. Butt enlarge Other things you could do. Wear heels all the time. Increase the height each month. More tattoos. Increase number of sexual partners. But slowly, slowly little bimbo. One step at a time. The message had an attachment. It was a ticket-first class-return to Rio.---The increasingly sexual nature of her wardrobe attracted many more subscribers. Consequently, her contest was entered by dozens of people. Some lived too far away to actually date her- but there were three within an hour's drive.1. Felony88 suggested taking her to a biker bar and fucking her on the pool table in front of all the customers before letting them take turns on her.2. KoolKumber42 said he'd take her to a beach bar and buy her cocktails. Then on to a restaurant for dinner before they went to a club.3. FancyPants181 said he'd take her to the mall and buy her some new lingerie that she could model for him. Then to Carpaccio's Restaurant. Finally back to the penthouse suite of the Hampton Inn.---There was a local gym that offered exotic dance classes-where- for $40 an hour she could learn the art of striptease, lap dancing, pole dancing and erotic posing. Classes were run on Mondays by someone called Brandi Skies and on Thursdays by Rob Pride. Each class was 2 hours long and cash was expected up front. She wrote back for BT, 'Thanks for the playbook. Those ideas seem great! I'll do what I can even though I won't meet you. I think I need some lip too to create an exaggerated hourglass figure. Hopefully I'll see Rio soon, although not you as in our agreement." She printed out the ticket and pinned it to her wall, making sure to get everything done that BT wanted her to do. Clarissa bought a few different heels, starting with smaller ones and got used to wearing them all the time. She starts off with only two inches, since she already had some experience with one inches and was pretty experienced walking on them in high school. She also signed up for the stripper classes, deciding to take one class from Brandi and one from Robb, doing 2 hours for each of them that week. Furthermore, she recorded her dancing sessions and used the images for her website. Clarissa emailed Fancy Pants that she was interested in meeting him for their date, although she said no promises of anything as they had just met. She said she would meet him at the mall, wearing a nice dress that showed off her figure. She used one of the dresses that she had made, that showed off her collarbone, cleavage, and legs. The dress barely covered up her lacy panties, although her matching bra strap showed. She even had sparkle glitter on her chest and a padded push-up bra that pressed her small breasts together and made a decent amount of cleavage. She was also fully in makeup, wearing mascara, blush, fake eyelashes, brushed in brows, lip plumbers and lip gloss, as well as floral perfume. Furthermore, she thought she looked great and took several photos, ready to post them on her website later. She wondered what Fancy Pants looked like, and actually asked him to text her a selfie of his face as she pulled up at the mall. Fancy Pants turned out to be a middle-aged man called Rick- a bit overweight-wearing a blue shirt and cream slacks. He handed her a bouquet of exotic orchids and kissed her cheek happily." I can't believe I'm actually meeting you!" he grinned. "You're so gorgeous." His eyes flicked down to her cleavage as he spoke." Come on, I'm going to pamper you like the bimbo princess you are!" he said and taking her by the arm he led her to a nearby restaurant- "Margot's"As they were led to a table in the back of the restaurant, several other diners looked up with judgement in their eyes-clearly they guessed that he was her sugar daddy. When they got to the table, waited for her to slip into the booth and then took a seat next to her. He seemed like the perfect gentleman- and yet as soon as he sat down he reached under the table and put his hand on her thigh. Champagne was brought to the table, followed a platter of seafood." I hope you don't mind- I've ordered for us," he said happily. "Its French so I don't think you'd understand what to order anyway." He squeezed her thigh as he spoke. She smiled as he complemented her, “Nice to meet you too.” She smiled and blushed as he complemented her, “Thank you. I’m hoping that I can make all of my dreams come true.” She nodded as she accepted the flowers, “They look beautiful.”, “Thank you.” She followed him to Margot's. Clarissa smiled, “I studied French in high school. But, I like some surprises.” She tilted her head as his hand squeezed her thigh. “Right there is ok Rick.” she said as his hand was close to her panties, almost uncomfortably so.”So, how long have you been a fan? What’s your favorite thing I do on the website?” She grins, “How can you help my Bimbo Princess dream come true?” She took the champagne glass and was ready to cheers with him, depending on how the conversation went. He looked a little taken aback for a second then smiled broadly." Straight to the point I see-well how can I help your dream come true? I own a tanning salon-in fact I own quite a few. But I have one here in your city. It would be my pleasure to offer you free tanning sessions whenever you like. "He smiled and clinked his glass with hers again." However, I too have a dream... I wonder if perhaps you might help my dream come true as well?" He squeezed her thigh gently as he said the word dream." I like your outfit by the way. Very nice. Very sexy. Did you make this yourself? I love your fashion shows on. Your creativity-the revealing clothes you wear." His hand moved a fraction of a centimeter towards her panties." I was thinking perhaps you might model for me and some of my friends one evening. This is my dream. We love to take photos, but we've never taken any of as beautiful a woman as you. I'm back in the city in three months time-feel free to use my salon all you like until then. Perhaps you will consider my dream. We will, of course, pay you well for your time. " She smiled, “It isn’t mean spirited or anything like that Rick. You know, I scratch your back, you scratch my back sort of thing.” She grinned, “You already know everything about me. My dreams, my hopes, my desires-How I’m transforming from an Ugly Duckling into a beautiful, busty swan... But, despite all of these wonderful ideas. I need more experience with all kinds of men.” She smiles when he complements her fashion skills, “I know I need more practice and. I’m disappointed my body is so ordinary. But, I’m saving up every penny I get to enhance my assets and achieve that fake look that I’m always fantasizing about...” Clarissa continued, “Besides, if I know you like my fashion bits I can do more of them.” She grins, “Once I have the body of my dreams, and I’m finished transforming myself. Then my fashion is going to be over the top. Like my humongous boobs.” She doesn’t say anything as his hand inches closer, “Sure. I could model for you and your friends.” She smiles, “We could go shopping, and you could buy me whatever you want me to wear.” Clarissa smiles, “Maybe two new outfits to take photos of me in the outfits. . And, a diamond bracelet, diamond ring, or diamond earrings to participate in the after party.... No cameras in the after party. And No more than 4 or 5. And a clean bill of health. We could figure out something to keep everyone happy and satisfied.” She nods, “I’d love to go to your salon and I could be your spokes model, too.” She smiles, “I need to get my hair colored bright, blonde. And get my nails done, too. The more fake looking the better.” "I like the idea of an after-party," he grinned selfishly." I think this could be a great little arrangement." His hand moved in between her legs, and he began to stroke the fabric of her panties." You're much more accommodating than I thought you were going to be. You'll make a great bimbo. I can't wait to see the results of your transformation. But I kind of want before and after-you know." He leaned forward, and his hand pressed against her pussy lips through the fabric of her lacy underwear. His lips brushed her ear as he whispered, "To be honest I'm surprised you're wearing panties. Why don't you slip them off, and perhaps I'll buy you a present." She smiles and looks at him, her legs still pushed together and barely open. “What did you think was going to happen, Rick?” Clarissa smiled, “To transform costs a lot of money… money I don’t have.” She nodded, “But, if there is a pay a fair price.” She tilts her head, “Let’s enjoy the meal first and. Maybe go shopping. If you knock my socks off. I’ll more do the same.” Clarissa was getting butterflies in her stomach as his rubbing was very close to her lips. She pleasantly smiled at him, “So, if I was your girlfriend. How would you spoil me? And, what sort of sex drive do you?” Rick continued to smile, but there was frustration behind his eyes. He had expected her to be a bit easier- a bit more inviting. A willing fuck toy for him to use and pamper. He ignored the first question- it sounded a little too confrontational, and he didn't want this to turn into a problem in public. Rick was a typical bully. He had several companies. Treated his employees like expendable, replaceable objects and his ex-wives, mistresses and girlfriends the same. An arrogant and egotistical man, he couldn't cope with any damage to his ego and could turn nasty very quickly. Even so, he wanted this young woman. He'd seen her online and enjoyed her videos and content. He'd even shown some of his buddies and claimed he was going to 'bang this chick' The same buddies he was thinking of inviting to the photo shoot." If you were my girlfriend, I'd put you up in a beautiful apartment. I'd buy you presents every month. I'd take you out to the fanciest restaurants-we'd take trips to Florida, to the Bahamas, to New York. We'd have a blast. As for sex drive- I may be older than you but if we were together, you'd have trouble walking- if you know what I'm saying!!" He laughed at his own joke and topped up their glasses with champagne." Your turn- if you were my little bimbo-what would I get?" She smiles as she clings the glass with him, “Well, I’d go to the gym and the spas during the day. Getting massages. And spray tans. Or going to the doctor to get bigger lips. And get the biggest implants I could for my ass and my tits. I’d look so fabulous. Not to mention shot for my pussy. And bimbo training so I’m constantly horny. And could cum constantly while I’m wearing tight clothes. Or while we’re fucking… I’ll wait for you to get home. Calling you during the day and sending you sexy videos.” She grins and, would greet you with a blow job as you arrive. Before you’ve even taken five steps into my beautiful apartment.” She smiles, “then, I’d call in a great meal. And we’d make love on the kitchen table. Or on the balcony overlooking the pool. Or in the spa. Then we’d enjoy a fantastic meal and an even better night of fucking.” Clarissa smiled, “I don’t cook, and I don’t clean. … but, I’m worth every diamond ring…” "Wow!" Rick looked flushed with excitement as he listened to her talk." You're a real find you know that? Let's go shopping baby, and then we can go back to my hotel and practice for when I get you an apartment." He stood up and tossed a few folded hundred dollar bills onto the table." Now take your panties off and leave them behind ok. Don't wear panties out in public any more ok. I think that would be a good rule for you. How about it? Take them off and leave them behind." He stood back and watched her. The waiter approached the table and glancing at the pile of money said, "Is everything ok sir?"" Yes its great thanks-my little bimbo here is about to give you your tip-ain't that right sugar?" She grabbed one of the hundred dollar bills from the table and pressed it into her cleavage, she smiled and tilted her head, “For you doing such a great job tonight.” She leaned forward and rolled her shoulders back, pushing out her chest and revealing the hundred dollar tip.“You may take it, if you wish.” She flashed a beautiful smile. She wiggled her hips and removed her panties, leaving them on the seat like Rick wanted her to.“Better than ok. My daddy is going to take care of me.” She smiled, “Let’s get me a diamond necklace. I don’t want to get diamond nipple rings because my nipples are embarrassingly small, you know?’ Clarissa would walk with Rick through the mall, hanging all over him, occasionally rubbing him, excited to go shopping. She hoped it was at a diamond store or clothing shop, but didn’t know what he wanted to do yet. Her hands were rubbing him through his clothes, but it was clear she wanted to get paid first before anything else, but, she was quite the slowly developing horny girl, apparently. Rick sighed when she rubbed her body against him and looked down at her cleavage." I can't wait till you get these done babe," he said cupping one of her breasts. He led her to the window of a jewelry store." Diamond necklace eh?" he said peering through the window at the dozen or so gorgeous, glittering pieces on display." Alright babe, I'll get you a little one this time-wouldn't want to make your tits seem any smaller would we?" He guffawed obnoxiously at his own joke and stepped inside the shop. Moments later he was placing a lovely diamond necklace around Clarissa's throat.(cost $3700."Next-lets go and choose some lingerie to go with it right babe." It wasn't a question. He led her to a lingerie store and then picked out a few different items for her to try on. In the end he settled on a gaudy yellow set. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(that it was straight to the hotel for champagne, strawberries and a jacuzzi overlooking the city skyline. Rick stripped naked and slipped into the hot water, glass in hand then sitting down he hid his firm, muscular body under the bubbles and waited for his bimbo."Now-lets see what I get for my money!" he exclaimed greedily as he watched her. She smiled when Rick took the necklace and put it on her, "I'm going to need that receipt too, until I can get the body of my dreams." She put the receipt inside of her purse. Clarissa grinned, "Ok, so when I have Bimbo Princess boobies, I'm going to need like the biggest diamonds on earth to match my cleavage." She didn't say anything to his joke, she already knew she had small boobs. She let him pick out the lingerie and said she would model it for him later. Furthermore, she gave Rick her phone and asked him to take pics of her coming out of the bathroom. Clarissa changed in the bathroom, wearing the lingerie with a robe on over it. She took a few pics of herself, both in and out of the robe. She looked at the diamond necklace and the way it sparkled. Furthermore, she exited the bathroom, wearing the robe which covered up her entire body. Furthermore, she sat on the edge of the tub and fed him a strawberry and ate one himself, then clinked the champagne glass with him. Furthermore, she stood up and did a dance for him, slowly strip-teasing, revealing the yellow lingerie that he bought her. Furthermore, she pressed her small breasts together and the diamond necklace shimmered. She licked her lips and danced around in the lingerie for him. Furthermore, she then took off her clothes slowly and continued dancing for him. After two minutes she was naked. She took the phone from him after he was naked and sat down on the edge of the tub, she purred, "Mummy... Candy is hungry for your cock." "What Candy wants Candy gets!" the older man chuckled, and he unzipped his fly and fished out his cock. It was only semi-erect, but Rick didn't make any move to touch himself. He just parted his legs and leaned back to give her access to his cock." Come on Candy," he urged. "Make daddy happy." She knew what she was doing might be considered wrong, but, she wanted to be the world’s biggest bimbo star so she was more than willing to get herself a little dirty. She popped in two Altoids into her mouth and approached Rick. Furthermore, she leaned forward and started to massage his cock with her hands. Furthermore, she didn’t bother to let hi titty fuck her, since that would be practically impossible. Instead, she rubbed him with her hands and started to suck on his cock like it was a lollipop. She thought an oral piercing might help for her client, but knew that cocksucker lips would definitely help. She swirled her tongue around his clock head, while her hands stroked its length. Furthermore, she smiled as she looked up into his eyes, rubbing and licking his cock. "Yeah baby!" he groaned, "suck it like that! Now take it deeper." Sitting up, he grabbed her head and began to push his cock into her mouth. If she didn't stop him he was going to fuck her face-holding her head and humping his hips as he pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth." Come on bitch!" he grunted. "Give me my money's worth! Your thin lipped mouth isn't really enough for me. I want your throat too." The man's face was a mask of naked lust now. Lust tinged with cruelty. He wanted to make sure that she knew that he had all the power-that she didn't have a say in how her body was used if she took his money. Candy had hoped it would keep friendly and be fun for both of them, but it was obvious that Rick wanted to be an asshole, she wasn’t quite sure what to do as Rick continued jamming his cock down her throat. She waved her hands and pulled back, moving to stand up. “I can’t. Suck your cock if you’re fucking my mouth as hard as you can. I’ll give you a good blow job. And a good fuck but. Can’t be that rough.” She sighs, “And, I’m getting those big, fake lips with the money you gave me. Remember, it’s an investment in me. Fuck me good and get your money’s worth, and we can do it again and again. But, if it’s no good.” She smiles, “You’ll have a lot of fun. And can cum as many times as you can, ok?” Candy would wait to see if he would calm down and then continue letting him use her like a piece of meat, but she had hoped some boundaries had been set up so that he wouldn’t break any of her bones while thunderously fucking her. "Fine," Rick grumbled." I thought you wanted to be a bimbo though. Surely a good bimbo lets a man like me do what I want- and then thanks me for it...?" He seemed a little frustrated but calmed down soon enough once his cock was back in her mouth. Soon he was moaning and gasping and clenching his muscles as his climax approached." Come on baby-get on all fours- I want to fuck you and finish inside you." He pushed her back and stood up by the bed-his cock pushing out angrily, shining with her spit." Come on- hurry up before I lose interest in your scrawny ass." She grins “Uhm, I don’t know you, and I’m letting you fuck me hard, Rick. And, I’ll tell everyone about how awesome it was. And, if things go well you can invite 5 of your rich friends to gang bang me. So, yes, I’d say it’s going great for you. I won’t talk if you don’t want me to. I’ll say please fuck me harder if you want. And, you can go crazy on me. I just need to be able to walk tomorrow. Walking with a limp is fine.” She smirks, “And, I’m taking every penny I earn and symbolizing this body. With huge fake tits. And a huge fake ass. And huge fake lips. Think of this like an investment, ok?’ This seemed to unleash Rick and Candy was fine with letting him take control and fuck her hard. She guzzled his cum and his cock, encouraging him and begged him for more cum and more sex, especially when there was a slow-down, or he needed to recover. She lost track of how many orgasms she had or had given Rick, but definitely wanted to make sure he got his money worth. Furthermore, she even did a few selfies after Rick had cummed all over her face and had fucked her hard. Rick left satisfied and perhaps a bit of a better man-the sex had become more about mutual pleasure-more about both of their enjoyment rather than just his. He left the hotel and took the wheel of his hired sports car with a smirk on his face- a feeling of superiority and smugness. He thought about Candy-her body was ok. She was a pretty woman and had youth and beauty on her side, but he was looking forward to seeing her transformed. He'd left her with the details of his beauty salon chain so she could get herself tanning, beauty, pampering and hairstyling whenever she wanted. He'd been keen to show off how much he could do for her, and he was looking forward to fucking her again. He left her in the luxury hotel suite-she could have it for the night if she wanted. Furthermore, he had a plane to catch. Furthermore, he wondered what his buddies would make of her-he didn't want them to meet her until she had a load more work done. He grinned as he drove to the airport. Candy was excited to continue her transformational journey, she found out when the ticket was for by scanning the PDF into her phone. She found out it was for two weeks, and she went to work on the list from the bimbo trainer doctor. She continued posing photos, both tame ones on Instagram, and much more revealing and nasty ones on OnlyFans. She wasn’t shy about getting her fans involved, she asked them what they wanted her to do to herself to change her into the biggest bimbo on Earth. Candy had used the money that she had earned to buy better cameras and lighting equipment, so that her images and videos would look better. She also made clothes and looked into buying custom clothing on Etsy, or just patterns so that she could make it herself. She was low debt so far, everything she used she bought, and she was getting better equipment as she was prepared for her life changing trip going to South America. She was excited about the opportunity to transform herself and knew she’d be one stop closer to fulfilling her fantasy and dreams. Furthermore, she got to work on her list, going to Rick’s salons for laser hair removal, styling her hair and nails, and looking like a fabulous bimbo slut. Candy was wearing heels every day, although they were a three-inch heel and one inch platform, making her four inches taller. She was naturally 5’7”, so with those 4 extra inches she was nearly 6 feet tall. She also made sure her outfits were super sexy as well and showed off her collar bone and were low cut, since she didn’t have enough cleavage to flaunt. Furthermore, she made sure all of her affairs were in order and then took the plane trip to South America. Furthermore, she was both excited and nervous. (was an experience that Candy would never forget. The plane journey was smooth, and the landing was brilliant-barely a bump. When the doors opened however, it was like stepping out into an oven. Candy descended the stairs of the plane to a waiting, but that would take her and the other passengers to the terminal. From there she collected her baggage and made her way through to arrivals. As she walked out into the arrivals lounge, she saw that there was a smartly dressed man holding a placard that said Candy the Bimbo. He smiled as he saw her and checked her appearance against a photo he was holding in his other hand." Miss Candy-welcome to Brazil!" he said in thickly accented English. He stepped forward and offered her a kiss on each cheek, took her bags and escorted her out of the airport to a waiting Mercedes." Dr Bimbo has sent their own car for you-your accommodation is ready. Dr Bimbo says not to eat or drink anything until surgery tomorrow morning. However- I can take you on a tour of the city or go straight to the apartment. Whatever you wish-it is my pleasure to serve you in any way you wish. I am Dr Bimbos personal assistant.("As you can see, I have had some improvements myself. Dr Bimbo is not just an amazing surgeon-they are the best in all of Brazil-perhaps even the world." The man loaded her bags and cases into the boot of the smart car and then held the door open for Candy. Dr Bimbo will meet us this evening at the apartment when the clinic is finished for the day, and you can talk together about the surgeries you'd like. She smiles, “Whatever I wish? What does that mean?” She hugs him as he kisses her on the cheeks and waits as her luggage is loaded up into the Mercedes. “It is a beautiful city. Although it’s very alienate.” She smiles, “I’m excited about meeting the doctor and how he can change my life. I think I would like a tour of the city first, and then we can go to the room after.” Candy smiles, “You look quite handsome. What did Dr Bimbo do for you? That’s a strange name. Doctor Bimbo. If I was your bimbo. What would you want to do to me? Do you have the same tastes as the man you work for?” She smiled sweetly and was wondering how he would answer her questions. “What is your name? Do you work as a model?” She asked the personal assistant of Doctor Bimbo. Dr Bimbo has done so much for me. My face was not always so handsome. I’ve had quite a bit of sculpting done on my cheeks, my nose, my chin. I’m quite the project for the doctor. Of course, it is a strange name: it’s chosen by the doctor. As for tastes I think so, but perhaps you’d better meet the doctor before I put too much into your head. He laughs when asked what he would want to do to Candy. Well, I’d want to make you comfortable, make you feel special and make you climax. His handsome face grins as he clearly imagines doing just that.“Please you must call me Alejandro.” He turns back to the front and drives the car smoothly out into the busy traffic of the vibrant city. She smiles, “Ok, fair enough. Tablas unpolite Español. Dos Ants estudiando.” She shrugs and blushes, “Oh, really Alejandro? Pleasure and climaxing sounds good. But, I’m nervous and anxious about meeting the doctor. So, perhaps it would be better to wait.” Candy grins, “Plus, I might be starving by tomorrow morning so might go a bit crazy.” She looks out the window, “I didn’t realize it was such a large city. I mean, I could tell when landing at the airport.” Candy was definitely out of her element, but, following her dreams a third of a way across the globe. She put on her seatbelt and looked out the window as Alejandro drove, listening to anything he had to tell her. She was nervous about her meeting with her potential savior and dream granter this evening. What would he say? What would he want? What would be possible? She had a lot of questions going through her mind. Alejandro laughs warmly and kindly- "My dearest Candy-the doctor is all about pleasure. Pleasure in finding ones true form. Pleasure from being - how you say- worshiped and pleasure in worshiping another. Dr Bimbo has changed my life, and I am devoted to them.Oh, and please don't worry about the language-Dr Bimbo speaks many languages including English. She is way more - ERM - realized ERM- accomplished than you imagine." The car climbed through the hills around the valley giving Candy gorgeous vistas of the city. Eventually it pulled up at a beautiful look-out spot where Alejandro could point out a few of the landmarks." One thing Candy-many Brazilians speak Spanish however it is a second language to us. The tongue of Brazil is Portuguese. We are the only mainly Portuguese-speaking country in South America-so don't worry about your mistake. I found it... charming." He smiled again-warmth, openness and kindness seemed to radiate from him."Come-lets get back to the apartment and you can meet with the Doctor." The car wound back down the valley- and as it did, the lights of Rio began to come on. The sinking sun, the beautiful car, the beautiful people- it was an overwhelming experience. The apartment was gorgeous-modern and stylish in a gated community. A security guard on the gate welcomed Alejandro with a grin and a wave. His partner in the control cabin opened the gate and they drove inside. Pulling up at the apartment Alejandro noticed that a white Range Rover parked outside. An older man in a smart gray suit was leaning against it and enjoying the cooler evening air." Good evening sir," Alejandro said respectfully." Good evening Alejandro, Good evening miss."" I wasn't expecting to see you here sir," Alejandro sounded a little unsure for the first time." It's ok- Ermenhilda has asked me for my expertise with the lovely Candy." Alejandro blushed deeply and quickly turned to Candy." I'm so sorry- I should have introduced you at once. This is Dr Quail Olivier. He is the one who trained Dr Bimbo."" I did more than train them!" the older man added with a wink to Candy though his meaning wasn't entirely clear. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide("Shall we go up? The doctor finished their surgeries a little early today. Alejandro-can you bring Candy's baggage." Alejandro nodded and began to unload the cases from the car while the attractive older man led Candy upstairs to the apartment. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(was a beautifully appointed room- jaw-droppingly luxurious quality and outstanding design but for a moment Candy would have all her focus on one thing. In the middle of the room, rising from the couch and walking towards her was an incredible woman. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(was clearly a masterpiece of plastic surgery-from her puffy, blowjob lips to her huge breasts, narrow waist, impossibly high heels and large, fleshy derrière to the perfection of her complexion, her eyes, her teeth." Good evening Candy," the woman purred, "I'm Doctor Bimbo." She blushed and apologized about the Spanish faux pass, “Sorry.” She nodded as it was beautiful, “Your city is. Quite resplendent. And feel like my dreams can come true here.” She thanked Alejandro again as they made their way back to their destination. She was amazed at how nicely everything looked in the condo or mansion, or whatever it was. Furthermore, she smiled at the older gentlemen, “From what I’ve heard of the Doctor then. I’m quite impressed with your resume… and I would love your advice and opinions.” She grins and continues to the other room where she meets the doctor, “Oh. Wow. you're a woman. A quite beautiful woman. I was curious about that. You, every inch of your body looks amazing, Doctor Bimbo.” Candy loved the way her huge lips could barely close, and her implants were several sizes too large, she looked like perfection. As she saw her ass implants she grinned, “I love everything about you, Doctor. At least what I can see with all the clothing in the way.” She blushes, “I thought you didn’t want to meet me in person?” She looks at Doctor Bimbo’s teacher, “We met online and I want to transform myself into the perfect, over the top bimbo. The doctor laid out a roadmap for me and. I’ve travelled from Los Angeles to help make my dreams come true.” She smiled, “Thank you for having me. And agreeing to help me. I’m beyond excited to get started. And, Alejandro has been quite the great host as well.” The beautiful lady smiled warmly. "I wasn't going to meet you but Alejandro was so complementary about your humility and your genuine nature. So many wannabe bimbos have a fake personality to go with their implants. But you seem so sweet-so genuine-so vulnerable. We bimbos must stick together." She sat down on one of the couches and patted the seat beside her indicating that Candy should also sit." I was a med school student when I met my mentor- Dr Olivier. I was his project and he helped me achieve my potential." Dr Olivier sat opposite and smiled. "She is my most proud achievement. I have poured my life and soul into her transformation, and now she is perfect." Dr Bimbo pouted at this- "I still think a little more here," she gestured to her breasts, "and a little less here," she indicated her narrow waist. Oliviera shook his head. Perhaps- but the trick of perfection is knowing when to stop. Dr Bimbo opened a beautiful leather bag which had been placed on the table and took from it a marker pen, a tape measure, a large glossy book with the tile: 'Body Architecture' and a digital SLR camera." Now my dear-tomorrow morning- if you are still keen-you will go under the knife. I and Dr Olivier will be doing the surgery together. You are young, fit and healthy-so we can attempt perhaps two surgeries at the same time-perhaps some facial and somebody sculpting. Tell us- if you could change one thing about yourself only-what would it be?"..." And if you could alter anything about your face, what would it be?"... As the discussion continued, Alejandro appeared with a tray of coffee for the two doctors and a small glass of icy cold water for Candy." The doctor permits small amounts of water to keep you hydrated," he whispered as he placed it on a small paper coaster on the table before her. He knelt down beside Candy and taking her hand he looked into her eyes as he said, "the doctors are going to want to undress you for the next part of the preparation. They will draw on your body to show where the alterations are to be made. For your modesty, I will be out on the terrace- but if you need me for anything call. He stood up and produced a white cotton robe which he laid over the arm of a sofa. Dr Bimbo blew him a kiss with her thick, luscious lips and elegant, fingers."Alejandro-you are an angel." Turning to Candy she nodded. "It is time to remove your clothing. If you decide to withdraw from the process then perhaps now would be a good time." Dr Olivier opened the Body Architecture book to show pages and pages of photographs of bodies. There were pages of beautiful bottoms from the pert to the gloriously voluptuous. Breasts-ranging from small to almost obscenely large-of all different shapes and sizes. Noses, lips, vulvae, bellybuttons, ears, eyes-any part of the body that could be changed was represented in the book."Now-some of these are not obtainable for you yet-for example the largest breast sizes-these will require multiple surgeries and recoveries before your body can accommodate them. Remove your clothes, and we can begin to discuss what is possible." She smiled at the doctors and sat down where the bimbo asked her to. “I of course would want to change my breasts the most… and my nipples, areolas, and cleavage too.” She looked at the body book and went right to the breast section, thumbing through it until she saw the most perfect, largest and fake breasts she had ever seen. “Oh wow. Those are spectacular but what are they. Three surgeries. Or even five surgeries?” She started to disrobe as they asked, nodding when Alejandro said he would wait in the other room.“Those nipples. Look like a stack of silver dollars and poke through everything that is worn. They can be seen through bras and blouses, not that any bra could fit her… and the blouses would probably have to be custom-made too. I guess I want the biggest implants in the world, but we could take the first few steps to make it happen? I mean, my body is in your hands. So, whatever is possible. Let your dreams run wild.” She grins, “I wouldn’t want to wear a bra anymore unless my supremely skilled doctor recommended I do. But hopefully none would fit me anyway.”“I also want to have an ass that is. Mmhmm. Juicy.” She looked through the book and found a jaw dropping ass, “This one. On page 244.” The model had a tiny waist and tiny stomach, but a huge ass that looked like it had its own zip code. It was juicy and projected off of the model, so much that she would have to get completely new clothes. The ass was extremely shapely and seemed to have curves upon curves. Candy was getting woozy thinking about it. She started to take off her clothes now that she had picked what she liked. She was embarrassed by how plain and boring she looked, especially compared to those amazing photos in the book.“That’s for the body. And, for the lips. I like Dr. Bimbos. Only a little larger and plumper so they couldn’t close all the way.” She pinched her nose smaller, “I’d like a petite nose too but, with a smaller tip and nostrils. But, I think the lips are more important. I mean, I could get some of that filler to plump them up three or four times, until they were almost to the bursting point.” She pushed her lips together and showed how plump she wanted them, finding an example in the book again on page 17. Candy was getting giddy thinking about it, “Oh, and to top it all of with a g-shot to my clitoris. To increase my blood flow and stimulation to pleasure and sex. Would be just about perfect.” She grinned and blushed as her body was flushed thinking about it, “sorry, I don’t mean to be greedy but. Just thinking about it gets me all steamy. Of course, do whatever you are comfortable to do. “ Dr Bimbo laughed. The sound was like music.“I remember my enthusiasm for this change. I, too, was greedy but we must move carefully. We could give you all you seek straight away, but your body would likely never fully recover, and would end up looking more freak than fabulous goddess.” Let’s do the breasts and lips first and see how we go from there.“Please-what size are your breasts now? We can go up 2 to 4 cup sizes in one surgery depending on how your body is.”“The two doctors stood up either side of the naked Candy and began to take measurements and make notes. Dr Olivier sat on the coffee table and examined Candy’s pussy lips very carefully.“I think we could make this much more symmetrical for you when we get to this.” He smiled and parted her lips before examining her clitoris.“I’m pretty sure that we can enhance your pleasure here too. This is very promising.” Dr Bimbo laughed. “Candy you should know that my mentor is obsessed with poorly” Her rich accent made the word sound so exciting.”The hours he spent working on mine!” She blushed and giggled. The nipples you want we can achieve. Have you selected a photograph of the perfect example? She nods, "Ok, breast and lips first. That's fine." She smiles, "34C, or so depending on the bra." She smiles, "I'm not what size that is in Portuguese." She picked the sexiest looking nipples, with a medium-sized areolas, and the nipples looked like a stack of silver dollars, thick and hard. Furthermore, she smiles, "This one on page 16.and, I definitely want to pass the pencil test." She smiles, "And, definitely that gravity defying, big, fake, round look. Or even double stacking the boobs... are you thinking silicone. Or expanders?" Candy smiles, "And definitely laser most of my hair in my body, so I'm silky smooth. But, we can save that for later, too." She was blushing as the doctor inspected her privates, "That would be great. Plump and tighter, so even a small sausage will feel like a kilos..." Candy turns around, so the doctor can inspect her ass, "And, what is possible with my bottom, waist, and thighs. I hope I can get that over the top hourglass figure that will make social media stars like tiny and flat in comparison?" She smiles, "Two minds is better than one. So, I'm excited about the possibilities. Mark away." She was excited about what they had planned for her, and she couldn't wait. She was a little hungry and thirsty, but, if achieving her dreams meant a little thirst and hunger, that was fine with her. For the next hour, the two doctors photographed, measured and marked her body. They discussed her ass-the consistency of her flesh-her supple skin and the potential for size increase to her backside and bust.Eventually-they seemed satisfied and bade Candy good night. As the two left, Candy would notice that Dr Bimbo held Dr Olivier's hand-the two weren't a couple, but there was definitely some sexual chemistry between them. When they had gone and Candy had put her robe on over her marker inscribed flesh, Alejandro reappeared." In the morning, we'll be heading to the surgery for pre-op at about 5am. Get some sleep-your dreams are going to be, at least partly, fulfilled tomorrow." He showed her to a beautifully appointed bedroom and then left her. He would be sleeping in another bedroom-ready to drive her in the next day.... In the morning, Alejandro drove her to the clinic-which was nearby and then left her with two gorgeous nurses who were clearly also projects of the doctors. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(some tests and checkups, she was taken through and put under by the anesthesiologist.... Waking up, Candy found herself lying in a clean, white room on a hospital bed. A drip was attached to her arm and her body was covered by a sheet. Dr Bimbo was sitting by the bed going over a chart on a clip board." Hello Candy," she smiled. "I'm pleased to say that the surgery was a great success. We've managed to increase your bust size to a G cup. Your lips are also greatly increased though at the moment they are so swollen that we've dressed them so don't try to talk. You're going to stay here overnight and then, tomorrow, go back to the apartment. Alejandro will take care of you and then in a week, we will remove the bandages and dressings and check the healing process. I'm going to leave you to sleep now-you're on some strong painkillers so take it easy and just rest. She stood up and planted a kiss on Candy's forehead." I'll see you tomorrow if I can get away from surgery." She was nervous and excited as the entire evening seemed to go into a blur. She was tired in the morning but let Alejandro assist her, and she was even more nervous as she waited in the movable bed as they hooked up the iv. As she counted down from five, she of course didn't make it that far and was unconscious by 3. When she woke up she had pressure on her face and her forehead, as well as a huge pressure on her chest. Her eyelids were too heavy to open, but eventually she did open them. She could only see a mile of gauze on her chest, and couldn't see her bandaged face at all. She was still nervous and excited, and a little bit hungry too. She hoped her lips looked glorious, and the surgery was a success. As Dr Bimbo talked to her, she attempted to laugh, but quickly stopped because she was sore everywhere. "Mmhmgmm. Mgmm!" she raised her thumb up telling the doctor she understood. She did her best to rest after that, the bandages on her chest and lips made it hard to turn and rest, but hopefully they were giving her good drugs that would make it easier for her body to recuperate. She was excited to see both her new lips and her new breasts, but she wasn't sure what she was more excited to see. Furthermore, she eventually drifted off to sleep, dreaming of large bouncing breasts that she would be able to join the club from very soon, as soon as she recovered. The days passed slowly as Candy recovered. Occasionally her dressings were changed, or she had a consultation with Dr Bimbo, but mostly she just lay there. A large plasma screen TV was brought in to entertain her and so Candy was able to watch a constant stream of programmed selected by the Doctor. There were soap operas where impossibly gorgeous South American women tottered around on equally improbable high heels getting into dramas where they competed for the attention of gorgeous men. There were documentaries about plastic surgery-where the women went in looking plain and came out looking like goddesses. There was even pornography where beautiful women serviced groups of men- encouraging them to coat their beautiful faces, huge breasts and asses with cum. As her health improved, Dr Bimbo prescribed a selection of buzzing, tickling and pulsing vibrators and assorted sex toys-so that Candy spent her recovery constantly horny. At last, the bandages were ready to come off. Dr Bimbo and Dr Oliver worked together to slowly peel away the white strips to reveal Candy's new breasts and lips. The two stood either side of the bed holding a large mirror and beaming. Clearly they felt that what they had achieved was a great success. Candy was extremely bored, but did like the entertainment that the doctors provided. She had never seen Telenovelas before and found them riveting, especially since they featured so many prominent beautiful people-both men and women. Candy made sure to video the removals and also did some vlogs before while she was recovering. She was excited about the dramatic reveal, but would edit out the doctors if they didn’t want to appear in the videos. As the bandages were removed Candy couldn’t believe it. She squeezed her lips, gently, and fondled her breasts. “These. Both look perfect.” She showed how she could barely close her lips, they were so plump and beautiful. She played around with her breasts, squeezing them for the big reveal. Furthermore, she touched and toyed with her nipples, which were also enlarged. Candy looked for scars from the augmentation, not sure if she did or didn’t want them. She was blushing as she realized she was going to have to get all new tops, and might never wear a bra again either, especially if it wasn’t necessary.“My cleavage. My nipples. The shape and projection of my new breasts. Everything is divine!” She grins and pouts, “My lips too look amazing. I know I have booby greed, but know you have to go slow.” She looked at both of them, “Your work is amazing. Do you want me to repay you in money, when I have it. Or something other, physical way?’ She motioned to the porn and the telenovelas on the TV, “I would love to be an actress too and possibly open to dabbling in porn. The blonde goddess? I’ve never seen her before, but she is one of the sexiest women ever alive… Do either of you have any connections either here, or in the US?” The doctors grinned as they watched her joy unfold." There is no need to repay us- we have all the money we need- and we don't ever require payment physically from you. You are our project-our art. We will sculpt you and shape you-support your development into the physical manifestation of desire. If you want to donate to our foundation providing free plastic surgery to the poor of this city. We fix their scars, heal their bodies and smooth out their defects to free them from the poverty trap-feel free. If you want to take us out to dinner to thank us- we'd be delighted. All we ask is that you treat your body like a temple from now on- no wicked abusive men, no cruelty, no degradation. Love freely and often but only because you want to. She grinned, “Ok. Sure then. To a nice restaurant. Right now I don’t have very much. Besides the clothes on my back, but, if things turn out like I want. I’ll be a most content bimbo.” She opened her arms and gave both doctors the chance to squeeze and admire their artwork.“If you desire feeling or touching or. Whatever that’s fine with me. Like I said, I couldn’t appreciate it anymore.” She grins and looks around for Alejandro, “And I’d love to taste him too.” She moves her breasts around with her hand, “Before I wanted you to be conservative, you know, maybe an inch or two. But, I am happy you went extreme. I look so much better now.” She indeed took some selfies showing off her new lips and chest, focusing on the chest of course since it was so much larger than before and the camera adored her body and the light was beautiful here in South America. Dr Bimbo laughed. "Extreme-my dear Candy-this is but the first stage!!! In sixth months time-come back and we'll enlarge them even more. We'll do your vulva and your ass too. You heal quickly, and your body is a delight to work on. I can't wait to see how far we can take this." She leaned down and took one of Candy's fat nipples into her beautiful mouth. Rolling her tongue around it and gently nibbling with her teeth she made little noises of pleasure." I have some connections to modelling agencies," Dr Olivier said. "I think I can arrange for you to try out for a professional shoot." She blushes and laughs, then winces, “I mean from right now. Of course, I want larger breasts. Huge breasts even. And, a matching badankadonk that takes up its own zip code.” She giggles, “Sorry, that’s an American joke.” She shrugs, “I’m patient though. I can wait. What I was saying is I really appreciate it. And, when I can, I definitely will help out. Help out your beautiful country.” Candy grins, “What I mean is extreme from the options available. I know my skin has stretched out.” She gasped as Bimbo suckles her nipple. “And my breasts have already gone from a C cup to a G cup. Which, as you can see is quite lovely.” She glanced at the doctor, “Would you like to make love to me?” She asks Dr. Oliver. She nibbled Doctor Bimbo’s lips as she suckled on her hard nipples. Furthermore, she smiles, “I’ve never done a threesome before, but I would try it with the two of you.” Candy grinned, “I can order room service while the three of us test each other’s limits.” She smiled and looked him over, then Dr Bimbo over. Dr Olivier smiled broadly." I would prefer to watch you two play," he said. Dr Bimbo lifted her head and smiled. "If we're going to be intimate, you must call me by my play-name: Bambi.It's not my real name but neither is Dr Bimbo!""Let's get you into a bath and I can wash your body clean- and get you ready to reenter the world." She grins, “Well, you didn’t think my name was really Candy, did you?’ She giggles and nods, “Sure, Bambi it is.” She moves in a few steps closer to kiss her, before finding out where the bathtub is and following the doctors. Once she was in the bathtub she had Bambi help to remove her clothes, what little she had left at all. She kept fondling her own breasts, she had always dreamed of them and was now more excited than she had ever been because she had them all to herself. She squeezed, fondled, bounced, and rubbed them. She wanted to see what Bambi looked like under her clothing as well, to see how well she was and how well she compared to the doctor. As they were in the bathroom Candy asked Bambi if she could take off her top. She wanted to mash her breasts together with the doctor, for some fun side by side photos. Candy was also closing her lips and showing how hard it was for her to close them all the way, but wanted even larger, puffier lips so that closing them would be impossible. Candy looked at Dr Olivier, “You have been working on mental conditioning too. I saw with the headsets and the bimbo challenge things. Do any of those actually work? Can I. Lncrease my libido so I’m aroused and horny all the time and lower my inhibitions, so I don’t care what people think, or what happens if I get caught? You know, embracing the bimbo lifestyle 24/7?” Dr Olivier was sitting on the edge of the bath watching as Candy's body was washed. Bambi stripped her own clothes off-peeling off her blouse to reveal an incredible lingerie set. Then removing her skirt. Under her clothes, she was flawless. Her skin, her form, her body-every inch of her was wonderful. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(smiled and removed her bra-letting it fall onto her other clothes. Her breasts, now revealed were impossible works of art-so round and full and perfect. Topped with big, dark nipples that stiffened into inch high nubs-they were wonderful to behold. Bambi slipped off her panties and stepped into the bath. She sank into the hot, bubbly water and immediately straddled Candy's thigh so that her pussy was touching Candy's flesh. Taking the body wash, Bambi began to soap up her breasts. She then leaned forward and began to rub them against Candy's breasts-bumping and colliding their nipples together and oiling them both. As she did that she began to grind her pussy on Candy's thigh. She sighed as Bambi stripped out of her clothes and revealed her lingerie. Once she saw how sexy Bambi was she handed the doctor her phone, “Can you record this? She’s stunning.” Candy was amazed at how flawless the doctor’s figure was. Not only was her face perfect, but her cleavage, her nipples, her rounded ass, every inch of her was perfection. She gladly started to grind against Bambi and wanted to suck her nipples, squeeze her breasts, and soap each other up as they enjoyed their nipples and being a woman.“You are magnificent.” She purred to Bambi, “Your touch is fantastic.’ She smiled as she was prepared to fondle and rub her back just as passionately as she was fondling Candy. She rubbed and caressed Bambi’s skin, looking for the marks of surgery or alteration. She licked her lips, “May I taste your honey?’ She asked Bambi, motioning for Bambi to set on the edge of the tub so that she could taste her womanhood. Bambi's body was a work of art. Her scars-such as they were-were small, neat and almost invisible. A line under each breast and small almost invisible scars at the join of her buttocks with her thighs. Bambi smiled and sat on the edge of the bath-she leaned back and parted her legs revealing a perfect, symmetrical vulva. The doctor leaned her head back and pushed her pelvis forward to give Candy the access she was asking for." Go ahead," she whispered. She smiled up as Bambi parted her legs, opening her womanhood for her. "Where are all of your tattoos, doctor?" she asked with a smile. She leaned forward, her own breasts pressing against the doctors thighs as she started to lick, holding the doctor's pussy open with one hand as she licked her. She licked her from the bottom to the top, her tongue working her over, her other hand used to balance herself as she licked and licked. After a minute or two, she leaned in closer and started to suck with her mouth and lips, pulling the woman's flesh into her hot mouth, then inching backwards as she started to finger fuck her. She was watching her for reaction, making sure everything was ok from the goddess in front of her. Bambi moaned and pushed her hips forward and parted her legs a little more. Dr Oliver leaned forward to watch closely. His hands were on his thighs, but there was a definite bulge in his trousers. Bambi put her hands on either side of Candy's head and began to gently, but firmly pull the woman's face into her body more firmly. She began to give out little cries of satisfaction and pleasure then suddenly she gave a longer cry and her hips twitched madly as she climaxed on Candy's tongue. When at last the pleasure had subsided, Bambi took Candy by the hand and helped her out of the tub." It's my turn darling," she breathed. "Bend over the bath and spread your ass, I want to eat your little bud. She was enjoying herself more than she thought she would. She was getting caught up at the moment as she felt Bambi moan and shudder under her tongue. Furthermore, she slowly stood up, wiping her juices off of her chin with a smile, then moving to get comfortable on the bathtub, bending over the bathtub and exposing herself to the young doctor, as she grabbed her butt and pull herself open, exposing herself. Furthermore, she was leaning against the bathtub, her new breasts bulging against the side of the tub. Candy couldn't believe how great they looked as she glanced over her shoulder at the sexy doctor, watching to see if the doctor was watching and recording with her phone, or just enjoying the show and himself. She licked her plump lips and also enjoyed how lush they felt, like small little pillows. Dr Oliver saw her licking her lips and he stood up. Stepping over the bath he stood in the water and positioned his crotch in front of Candy's mouth. Slowly he unzipped his fly and let his straining erection unfurl-flopping out and biffing into her face." I cannot be a spectator anymore," he confessed. "Please Candy-let me be the first to enjoy those lips." Behind her, Bambi buried her face into Candy's ass and began to lick and kiss her anus. The talented doctor's clever tongue was soon working expertly as her fingers moved down to play with Candy's pussy. She gasped as Bambi started to lick her anus and finger her. She was an anal virgin and had little to no experience. Furthermore, she was doing her best to relax herself even as the sensations were strange. As the doctor unzipped his cock and presented it to her, that was something she had more experience with. She parted her lips and looked up at him, "Let me know if these pillows feel good. I still want to go bigger but, maybe we can next time." She closed her plump lips over his cock, licking his head as she started to push her head forwards so he could slip slightly down her throat. With one hand she braced herself, with the other she grabbed the base of his cock and was stroking him, even as her saliva and plump lips were sucking and slurping his hard rod down her throat. Her eyes sparkled up at him as she continued to work him over. Her large, oversized breasts were bouncing with each thrust, which she had never noticed before but all the sensations were starting to drive her crazy, not to mention the skilled fingers in her slick pussy and the tongue tasting and teasing her rosebud. Dr Oliver stroked Candy's cheek and closed his eyes." They feel incredible Candy-Please go deeper-go right to the base of my cock. "Bambi was working furiously to bring Candy to climax. She started making deep little noises in her throat that send vibrations through into Candy's body. Olivera moaned and grabbed a fistful of Candy's hair, but he didn't yank her head - he just held her still as he slowly pushed his hips forward and back." Play with your titties-play with your huge nipples." He ordered. She took the phone back that she handed the doctor and started recording, with her mouth she sucked on the doctor's cock as it stretched her mouth and throat, her puffy, beautiful fake lips suckling on the cock like it was a lollipop. With her other hand she started to tweak her own nipples and gasp as the sensations were quite pleasant, squeezing and fondling her breasts even as she was licking and sucking the doctor's cock. She paused for the camera a few times, enjoying the sensations and showing off her new body. She brought the camera towards her breasts as she played with her own nipples and squeezed her cleavage, then continued having fuck suckling on the doctor's cock. As Bambi was working her over, she started to gasp and moan, even as her mouth was full of the doctor's cock. Candy went all the way down to his base, stuffing his huge tool down her mouth, which she repeatedly worked over. The sensations were pleasant as she started to tremble from the doctor's tongue and adroit fingers. She loved every second as her body shuddered and squirmed under the doctor's skill. Bambi pressed her large breasts against the back of Candy's thighs and pressed her face lower and up into Candy's pussy. Dr Oliver moaned and pushed his cock into Candy's throat until her fat lips were pressed against the root of his stalk. He moaned loudly and then pulled back. He grabbed his cock with one hand and pulled the skin back and forth frantically while groaning aloud. A jet of his cum lanced out and slicked over Candy's lips. A second flipped up her face across her nose and one eye. The third he pumped directly onto her tongue. Sighing happily he stood back to enjoy the mess he'd made of her face." Bambi," he murmured. "Need some after care here." Bambi pulled her face out from Candy's pussy and moved around to join the doctor in the bath. Kneeling down she began to kiss and lick at Candy's face to clean up the cum." Good girl," sighed the doctor and patted Bambi's head. She gasped as she felt Bambi's warm breasts on her back, blushing and more flushed than she already was. She worked the doctor's cock over, her plump lips acting as pillows on his shaft even as she worked him into her throat and bottomed out with her face buried into his hips. Furthermore, she closed her eyes as he started cumming everywhere. Furthermore, she laughed as the cum dripped off her face. Furthermore, she took a few photos of herself with the cum dripping, wearing a huge smile, and pursing her new lips together showing how plump and perfect they were. She smiled as Bambi started licking the cum off of her. She licked some of the cum off of her own face too with a smile, glancing at Bambi as she was able to appreciate her body up close. "I love how you did her breasts. They are so large and move. So perfect." Candy moved to squeeze Bambi's breasts, moving towards them to suckle her nipples." She is a goddess. And, I'm glad I'm going down that path too." She squeezed Bambi's ass, looking for the scars from implants and squeezing the soft skin, before inspecting Bambi's perfect cunt. She purred as she continued rubbing Bambi and taking a double-sided dildo, pushing it into herself before lining it up and sliding it into Bambi's tight, perfect pussy as well. The lovemaking continued long into the night. Oliver mostly watched but sometimes he joined in. Eventually the three of them slept- intertwined on the big bed. In the morning when Candy awoke the doctors were gone. They'd left a note -"Candy-we will send you another plane ticket in three months. That should give your body the chance to heal and be ready for the next round of surgery. Please eat well, exercise, keep hydrated, take vitamins, sleep plenty and generally look after yourself the way you deserve. The healthier your body is, the more progress we can make towards your dream. Alejandro is in the kitchen-he will see you to the airport. Enjoy your lips and breasts. They are just the beginning. Dr Bimbo xxx" She loved her time with the two doctors and enjoyed herself immensely. They were helping her dreams to come true and she definitely appreciated it. She also documented what she could with them as well, and wanted to find Alejandro in the morning to see how he was doing. She took a shower in the morning, put on some clothes, and headed to find Alejandro. Candy smiled as she saw him, "I'm sorry I had to say no a few days ago. I was very nervous and excited. I'm done now though, and, healed up slightly. Can you tell me what you think and give me your honest opinion?" She smiled and was blushing, "This is only the start though so. Don't be disappointed if it's not that dramatic." She was wearing a tank top that was overstuffed with breast, showing off both her cleavage and her hard nipples. Her puffy lips had shiny lip gloss, the rest of her body was unchanged.

Exotic Cam Girl’s Transformation (a servant girl and magikal story)|rating:2.0

Friends forever (JN and saphire)

(was considered a harlot by many who knew her; her long brown curls made to tease her breasts just enough to hide them from people who stare at them as they always did. When she walked there was always a swishing of her hips that would tease anybody looking and her smirk that she always wore told them that she knew what she was doing. She had just left the small tucked away shop where she had bought something special for her friend that would be arriving fairly soon. As she opened the small black jewelry box, she couldn’t help but smirk as the green stone of the necklace glinted against the afternoon sun. It had almost a hypnotic quality, that pulled the gazer into, much like two lovers pulled together by passion. “Perfect… It’s simply perfect.” She whispered her English accent twisting around her words in a seductive, sensual way. Grabbing her mobile she checked the time and discovered if she didn't leave soon she would be late and hurriedly entered a cab; she asked the driver to take her to the airport ready to meet her friend. She saw the driver subtly checking her out through the rearview mirror and rolled her eyes exasperatedly; she was bored with the men that still thought she would fuck them. It was a one track record for her. She hid the small jewelry box at the bottom of her purse and quickly checked her make up through the hand mirror she carried with her. Today she was meeting Kelly; the girl she had always known as a best friend and once upon a time her only friend. She could remember growing up with Kelly, and secretly she had always been attracted to her. However, Kelly was straight so it couldn't work out. She exited the cab and waited near the exit for Kelly; her thoughts running fast on how Kelly would react to seeing her again and if the small necklace in her bag would do the desired trick for her. (Macklin was a bundle of nerves as she waited for her luggage. She and Nona, once inseparable, had been reduced to seeing each other once or twice a year, a few days at a time, for half a decade. The demands of school and internships had kept Kelly too busy to break away more than that, and Nona's hadn't been much better. But Kelly had managed to find a better deal from a law firm in Nona's town that would let her save money for law school much faster, and she hadn't delayed a minute in taking it and calling her friend. Her old apartment had been furnished, so she basically just packed, grabbed her laptop, and handed in her keys once everything else had been wrapped up. She didn't own a car because walking and public transportation had seen to her need and let her save money more quickly. Now the young redhead just waited for her worldly possessions to come up the conveyor belt to the carousel so she could go start the next part of her life. As she fidgeted and fretted, she let her mind wander back over the course of her and Nona's friendship. Even she hadn't known about her friend's orientation until she made advances on Bridgette, or she would have warned her away from the intolerant bitch. As it was the two of them had become even closer when it became the two of them, plus Kelly's boyfriend Adam, against the world when word was spread around. As Kelly said then, "If they're going to treat you, or anyone, like that for something you can't even help, I don't need them for friends anyway." The group had split, going to separate universities after graduation, but Kelly had always stayed in touch with Nona, getting sympathy for the loser boys that seemed to be everywhere, and giving a friendly ear in turn. Now, after a year spent as a paralegal paying down student loans, she was moving to a new job and her oldest, best friend.Finally, the bags came up, and, loading them onto a cart, she went to the long-awaited reunion. As she made the exit, she spotted the familiar face, framed by the long, black hair." Nona! Oh my God! It's so good to see you." She rushed to get a hug. Pulling back, she said, "I hope you haven't been waiting long." As Kelly came outside Nona barely had time to move before the red head was once again in her arms and hugging her. She giggled softly she had missed this a lot. She grinned noticing how amazing Kelly looked before answering her with a grin. "Nope. I was running late and just about made it." Nona cringed guiltily and smiled at Kelly. "God you look awesome! It's been too long." She smiled softly. She could remember when they were literally joined a hip and to be reduced from that to 1 or 2 days a year was kinda awkward. Furthermore, she smiled and looked at the cab. "Do you need any help carrying your luggage Hun?" Kelly slid back from the hug, giggling herself, but the cringe was gone before she had a chance to see it. "You look awesome yourself, as always," she replied before turning to look back at her cart. She darted back to get it back under control because without her holding onto it, it had started to roll off in a random direction. "You can help me steer this beast, these things always have a mind of their own, especially when you load them up like this. I hope the cab has a big trunk." She settled her purse and her laptop bag on her shoulders again as they wheeled the cart to the waiting vehicles. She picked out a yellow minivan from the line, and the driver popped the back as they approached. Once everything had been loaded, they piled in the back seat. Once Nona had told the driver where to go, Kelly said, "Thanks again for letting me stay with you; it will help so much to not be trying to find a place right away along with everything else." Nona giggled as she watched her friend dart after the luggage cart. She let her steer it for the hell of it as she seemed to be having such a fun time. She smiled when they got to the cab and helped her load all the luggage and when they were done they slid in the back. Furthermore, she quickly gave the driver the address and ignored the look he gave her." It's no trouble having you stay with me and you know it. God, you practically lived with me when we were kids so it can't be that bad." She giggled softly and ran a hand through her hair. "I should warn you that the house is a bit of a mess at the moment. I kinda forgot to tidy this morning." She blushed and smiled at her friend. "So you are glad to be up here or not?" Kelly caught the driver's look at Nona and gave an expressive roll of her eyes to her friend. She'd seen that one before. If only he knew, she thought. She grinned wildly at the old situation. Nona moaned at the looks occasionally, but she would never change her ways to discourage them. And why should she? She has just as much right to attract her ... prey as anyone else, Kelly laughed at the thought before letter her eyes widen in mock horror."Oh, Newport! Youthink it might be a bit messy? Cabby? Where is the nearest cheap motel?" She ducked behind her hands to hid from the light smack she was sure was coming before coming out from behind them to lean against her friend. "I can't believe you think you need to ask that. When the offer came that let me move down here, I almost didn't ask the financial terms. I've missed you." Nona pouted "Hey!" she lightly smacked her friends arm and giggled. She smiled as Kelly leaned against her; she had really missed the woman. "Aww you could have just asked me to move to you." She giggled and hugged her with one arm. She paid the cab driver as they got to her house and deliberately gave him an extra view of her cleavage. She grabbed most of Kelly's bags and took them in to the house and smiled at her pretty clean house. Furthermore, she literally only had to get rid of her ashtray, and it would be tidy. Furthermore, she gently placed the bags in the living room and went to help get the rest of them. Soon after the cab driver left and it was just Nona and Kelly. "So. how's Adam?"(glanced around the large house with a slight smile. It was a 3 bedroom detached with a converted loft that she used to study most of the time. The downstairs was fairly open plan the only room truly closed off being the downstairs bathroom. Nona was doing quite well for herself really and had been able to buy the massive house through what she had earn't at her internship. The entire room was made out of wood that was recognizable as oak, and she had decorated with leather sofa's and furniture. Her upstairs was the same on the way up but inside the bedrooms each had their own color theme. The one Kelly would stay in was white with purple decorations and pictures. She also had the bathroom decorated similar to Kelly's room but tiled with blue additions. Kelly took her bags in with Nona's help, thankful that her long day of travel was just about over. She just had to settle in enough that she could make it through the night, then she could finish unpacking the next day. On the last trip in, she tipped the cabby and thanked him for the smooth, quick ride and joined Nona in her living room. "I'd rather just get them in the room than leave them out here. Which one's mine." When directed to the bedroom she would be using, she started hauling bags in, hanging up clothes that could be wrinkled but leaving the rest for later. Looking around the room she noted the light color which would make the space feel more open and roomy, saying "nice place, thanks again."" Adam," Kelly answered. "I told him that he shouldn't move to join me in Manchester because I was not thrilled with the crap job I'd been stuck with and had never stopped putting out resumes, but he wasn't willing to wait for we'd done the long distance thing anymore after being separate for university for so long already. As you know, he moved up anyway, and -- wouldn't you know it -- he found a great job that he doesn't want to leave. So we were only back together for a few months before I got the job down here, and now it will only be a couple more years before I can start going to law school. He's pissed that I left him again, and quite frankly, I thought we'd drifted apart during our time, well, apart, anyway. Even 'personal' time wasn't quite what it used to be. End result," she finished with a shrug, "we've split up. On the one hand, I feel I should be more broken up about it, given how long we've been together. On the other, I guess that underneath I knew it was coming for a long time now." How is your personal life going? Any luck finding that special woman?" Nona listened carefully to the explanation of what had happened between Kelly and Adam and nodded sympathetically. She wanted to be there for her friend, but she wasn't sure what she could say to her really. She blushed slightly at Kelly's words and laughed quietly. "Maybe one day I'll find her, or she will find me. Just not yet." She smiled at Kelly and rolled her eyes with a giggle." So what do you want to do?" Kelly didn't need words to feel her friend's sympathy, and she really was doing OK anyway, so she just smiled back to the nod. Nona's continued loneliness was another matter, though. "You know you won't find anyone if you aren't even out there looking. But I've told you that often enough over the years, and I'm not up for that discussion tonight. I'm pretty well frazzled with all the travel, and starved by the damned airline. Why do they bother calling that crap food anyway?" She wandered toward the living area, admiring the oak construction of the building. She was a little envious of her friend, but certainly didn't begrudge her the excellent job she had landed -- especially when she was being so generous as to share it with her while she got on her feet in town. Furthermore, she sat down on a couch and continued talking." I really am just up to dinner, relaxing, and then just heading for bed. We have two whole days to catch up or go out or whatever before work on Monday, plus all the time in the world now that I've moved into town. This is going to be great!" she added with more enthusiasm. Nona could tell her friend could feel her sympathy and the smile she was given confirmed it. Nona groaned and ran her hand through her hair at her friends words, but she was glad for the change of subject. She smiled at the way she spoke and giggled at the end of her monologue. Her eyes widened slightly at Kelly's apparent envy that showed in her eyes. She sat down on the coach across from her; and listened to her speaking. "Do you mind if I order in Pizza or a takeaway. I can't be bother to try and cook." She shrugged and smiled before going to open a bottle of wine. "What do you want to drink?" "Pizza and a glass of wine sound just fine, but the way I feel now, once the wine gets in me, we won't be talking much longer. I'm still good with anything and everything on mine, so please order whatever you want. Let me treat tonight, please, since you're being generous enough to put me up for nothing," Kelly asked Nona. While Nona ordered, Kelly concentrated on staying awake. The temptation to lie down was very present, but she'd likely stay there the rest of the night. Nona laughed; "My treat; your exhausted so let me do this." She bought over a glass of wine for them both and a glass of water in case Kelly wanted some before she ate. She quickly ordered the pizza on her laptop and watched Kelly from the corner of her eye. "If you want to sleep till the food comes I will wake you when it does." Kelly was far too tired to argue that night, besides the two of them would trade treats back and forth often enough. "All right you talked me into it -- all of it." Taking a sip of wine and a couple of swallows of water first, she set the two glasses on coasters on the end table then lay across the soft maroon leather and closed her eyes. She had enough time to think Too much travel, the couch feels like it's move...before she was out like a light. Nona smiled and grabbed a blanket that she used to cover Kelly and did some work on her laptop while she waited for the pizza. When it arrived she gently placed it on the table before shaking Kelly softly "Kelly sweetie the pizza's here." She smiled softly. Kelly awoke to gentle shaking and a voice. What? Where? Then as she opened her eyes and started to sit up, she saw her friends smiling face and the memories quickly fell into place. Fortunately she hadn't been asleep long enough to becometoodazed or to lose her appetite. As she rubbed her face to finish waking up, the actual words used to bring her out of her slumber sunk in. Still just a bit out of it, she gave a quizzical look to Nona and asked, "Sweetie? That's new." Not thinking much of it, she moved toward the restroom. "I need to wash up quick." After taking care of business, including a little splash on the face to carry her through there dinner, she came out to sit across the table from her friend. "MMM, smells good. Thanks for getting it this time, but don't think I won't get," she grinned, "I mean, pay you back." She picked up a piece, and blowing on it a bit to avoid getting a case of pizza palate first thing in her new town, took a bite, moaned in appreciation, and said, "It is good."" So, my oldest and best, have anything planned over the weekend besides enjoying each other's company?" When Kelly gave Nora a quizzical look she shrugged; it was something she had got into the habit of saying a lot. She nodded when Kelly said about washing up and moved to the table. She waited for her to come back and sipped her wine. When she got a piece Kelly got hers and began to eat it with a look on her face that said she was daydreaming. When she heard Kelly moan she came back to the present time and looked at her with a small smile. "Well... Possibly me drinking too much but that sums it up." She grinned slightly. Kelly recognized the signs of Nora having had a daydream interrupted and decided to pry. "I know that look. You were thinking about something. Are you cooking up some sort of surprise for me? It's really not like you to just have plans for drinking when we get together. Come on, spill it." She took another bite of her pizza and looked at her friend expectantly. Nora blushed slightly and grinned at Kelly. "I was just daydreaming about things. And hey I do like to drink sometimes." She winked at Kelly and kept eating her pizza. When she was done she smiled softly and looked up at Kelly. "I was just thinking about this necklace I bought today... its kind of special I figure. I was planning on researching it later while you are asleep." Kelly rolled her eyes at Nona saying she does like to drink sometimes. It was true; they both did. But it was neverjustdrinking. Her friend was definitely planning something, but if the first bit of prying didn't flush it out, then Nona was really into keeping the surprise a surprise, and just letting it lie was the best policy. Nona like her secrets and surprises, and Kelly, in the end, would, too. They knew what the other one liked after all. She finished dinner in companionable silence, enjoying the company, and smiled back at her at the end." A necklace?" she replied. "What kind of necklace? Can I see it?" (frowned softly at Kelly rolling her eyes; she genuinely didn't have a plan she just drifted in to a daydream. She had found now she went out drinking to try and to get a girlfriend at the same time; or maybe just an easy lay. She ran a hand through her hair quickly; the momentary tenseness in her seeming to disappear as her hand ran through. Furthermore, she was glad when they both finished and took the box out to the bin; removing her shoes as she reentered the house. As she headed back to Kelly she grabbed the necklace out of her bag to show her; a nervous look momentarily crossing her face, but it disappeared before she reached her friend. Slowly she opened the box; her heart hammering against her chest as she offered it to Kelly. The pendant would be a pink heart that's set against a sparkling silver background. When the light hit it random sparkles of light were thrown off with a lighter shade of pink flowing around the room. Nona watched Kelly closely to see if she reacted to the necklace in any way; she had planned a test to see how Kelly reacted... with the test being a good night kiss to the cheek before she went to bed. Maybe if Kelly woke in the night like Nona usually did she could do some other test to see how Kelly would react. Kelly stood up when Nona grabbed a box out of her purse and brought it to her. She looked eagerly at it as it was opened and accepted the open box when it was offered. What could possibly be so interesting about it that Nona would need to research it? At first glance, it didn't seem all that unusual, a ruby heart pendant with diamonds -- expensive and beautiful, but nothing mysterious. "It's very pretty," she said, still looking at it. Maybe there was something. Kelly looked deeper, the ruby taking up more of her vision the longer she looked. Eventually all she saw was the luminous red. Kelly stood nearly motionless, her only movements smooth calm breathing and slow blinking. Her thoughts were stilled. Anything she was told in the next few moments would be forgotten, unless she was told to remember, but it would be done either way. Nona watched and waited till she could see that Kelly's only movements were that of her breathing and blinking. Slowly she moved next to her, her arms wrapping around Kelly's waist to whisper in her ear; her voice soft and soothing almost melodic. "Kelly, you are my world, unknown to you so far. However, you are going to begin to not want me to leave. And every time I leave you will want to show me how much you will miss me before I can leave." Nona took a breath; that was fairly shaky as she moved away; her senses flooded with Kelly's unique scent. "Kelly, before I leave tonight to go to bed you will kiss my cheek." The second Nona finished speaking she removed herself from near Kelly and took the necklace from her; a look of concern clouding her features as she stared at Kelly. Quickly she saw the flash of light from the necklace that the salesperson had warned her about and when it was gone she focused on to Kelly. "Kelly hon, are you okay?" Kelly blinked, looking down at her empty hands. Hadn't she been looking at Nona's necklace? She looked up to see her holding the jewelry box, and blinked in confusion. She put her hand to her head and closed her eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine. I guess I must be even more tired than I thought. I hate to bail on you, but I think I'm going to need to go to bed." Kelly took her night bag into the bathroom and set it down on the vanity and looked at herself in the mirror for a moment. "That was a little weird," she told herself, then shrugged and went about her nightly routine. A while later, teeth brushed, cosmetics washed, she took her bag back to her room and came out to tell Nona good night." Good night ... sweetie," she said with a mischievous grin, needling her friend about using the word earlier. Then she got a confused look on her face. She felt strange, like she was already missing Nona, even though she was still there. As the raven beauty told her good night and turned toward her room, Kelly quickly darted in to give her a peck on the cheek. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that," she told her while frowning. Feeling unsettled, she turned to her room and slid into the bed. Nona watched as her friend looked around in confusion. She was actually kind of wondering how to explain that. She watched her friend actually saving her without knowing and managed to keep her face one of concern as she fought her amusement. "That's fine hon." When Kelly had left her Nona grabbed their glasses from off the table and wandered in to the kitchen to wash them up. Softly she sang 'back to black' under her breath; needing something to occupy her thoughts as she thought that the hypnotism had failed. As Kelly came back Nona had just sat down for the first time since going outside earlier. At her friend's teasing she gave a playful pout. "No fair; It's not my fault I am addicted to pet names." She saw the confusion on her friends face and turned to get up again off the sofa, her plan was to go to bed now anyway. She blushed slightly when Kelly kissed her cheek; it took all she had not to grin. Furthermore, she had been about to reply to Kelly when she disappeared. Sighing she softly followed her up the stairs; grabbing the things she needed for the bathroom. Nona quickly washed and changed in the bathroom before slipping down the hall silently and climbing in to bed; her mind relaxing at the idea of sleep. Kelly felt like she was going to toss and turn because of the strange things happening to her. She lost that time when Nona apparently took the necklace from her, then she had had that weird feeling about being left when Nona was simply going to bed. She would see her in the morning for Christ's sake! Finally, she had given her that kiss. Granted, it was just a little peck on the cheek, but the two of them had never done things like that. God, she hoped Nona didn't get the wrong idea. She was into guys. Nona was and always would be her friend, but only that. Fortunately the long day of travel came to her rescue and she fell into sleep. Kelly dreamed. She was with Nona, and everything seemed normal, but they were bound together with red rope. No, she was bound to Nona by red rope. She didn't know why it was different, but she knew. Wait, the rope was bound to her, but Nona simply had a hold on it. That was why. She needed to get away from the rope, away from Nona. The idea hurt, even in a dream. She was her best friend, always had been always would be. That was the truth. That was what was important. She calmed down as her dreams settled into more familiar and comfortable paths -- random images of the days, fancies of the new job, the old job. No, Nona would not leave her life. She woke rested and refreshed with no memory of the night. A stretch and a yawn, and she got up to face the day. She grabbed a robe from where she had hung it from a hook in the closet, and leaving the room, she went out to get some breakfast. Nona had laid on her bed for some time that night considering how she could proceed from the current step. She wanted to make this slow, so Kelly would be able to relax in to it but the more she thought about it the more she just wanted Kelly at her side. Kelly had already seemed freaked out by the way in which she had been just so Nona would need to be careful. Sighing she ran a hand through her tousled hair and eventually let sleep take her in to its dark mists. Nona for once didn't dream and tossed about in her sleep; she didn't seem to be able to relax and even as she slept she didn't seem to be truly getting anything from the rest. After about 5 hours sleep she got up and after grabbing her robe padded downstairs silently. She drank some juice and tied her hair back in to a ponytail. Silently she began to clean the kitchen. As Nona saw Kelly getting up some hours after her, she couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious. Even when she had just waked Kelly looked like a goddess to Nona and she herself looked like some hell demon ready to murder. Rolling her eyes at her thoughts Nona continued cleaning downstairs. She had now fully cleared up the mess she had warned Kelly about and was now aimlessly cleaning. Kelly found Nona puttering around still in a robe when she left her room. "Hey you. Good morning." She remembered previous mornings, sleepover and such. Nona had always been self-conscious about how she looked before she put her face on, even though she could always see the natural beauty in everyone else. In fact, it had been Nona's comment that let Kelly realize that she herself was OK when going with the natural look. The way Nona looked up and her and then away seemed awfully familiar." You still haven't got over that?" she asked. You look fine girl, as always. Kelly shook her head and padded into the bathroom to take care of morning business. Once washed up, she headed to the kitchen in search of breakfast. She felt like something substantial, so she asked, "You have eaten yet? I was hoping it would be OK to make some eggs, and I'd be more than happy to fix some of your own food for you." She grinned at her friend as she waited for her reply. Nona glanced up as Kelly spoke and smiled at her. "Morning hon" She carried on cleaning kept her head down; although she had always believed in natural beauty for others for her, it just didn't work. When Kelly spoke again Nona shrugged; she didn't believe it even when she was told too and the lack of interest in her love life had proven that too her. Nona was just packing away the cleaning things when Kelly reappeared she smiled softly heading for the stairs so she could get ready. "Fix yourself whatever you fancy; and no, thanks, I don't think I can eat yet." She smiled softly before disappearing upstairs to dress and get ready. About 10 minutes later Nona reappeared downstairs; dressed and with her makeup and hair done and in place. Quickly checking she had no bags under her eyes in the downstairs mirror before rejoining Kelly. She searched around for her bag realizing she had been in the mood where she cleaned and forgot everything she did; she found herself desperately needing to smoke for the first time since college and knew her only cigarettes were in her bag. "All right, thanks, are you sure?" Kelly answered as she fished some eggs and bacon out of the fridge. She found a skillet and set about frying a few pieces before setting them on a plate with a paper towel to absorb some of the grease. The eggs, however went into the skillet using the bacon grease to keep them from sticking. So far in her life, she was one of those people that could eat whatever she wanted. Everyone told her that at some point as she got older, it would catch up to her; she wasn't looking forward to it. In the meantime -- eggs and bacon, mummy. As she watched her eggs fry, waiting for the right moment to flip them over to make them over-easy, she ate one of the pieces to keep her stomach from dissolving her backbone. By the time she was ready to sit down, she was down to one piece and Nona was coming back out of her room. As she sat down, she caught a glimpse of Nona's bag from the previous evening in her chair and pushed under the table. As she ate, she took note of the fact that her friend had 'put herself together' and she shook her head slightly when she wasn't looking. It slowly dawned on her that Nona was probably looking for her bag, so she reached under the table to get it and brought it out on top with a thump without a word. Eating breakfast is a serious business, not to be interrupted lightly. Hearing a thump Nona looked up and seeing her bag next to Kelly she couldn't help the grin that spread across her lips. Silently she walked over to it and against all her better judgement she spoke. "Thanks Kelly." She quickly stepped out of reach and wandered over to the sofa so she could search her bag; and to try and make it look like she hadn't been preparing to avoid some sort of his because she was talking during 'the breakfast'. Quickly searching the bag she found the object of her desires and knowing Kelly didn't know she smoked she put them in the back pocket of her tight-fitting black skinny jeans." I'll be back in a moment; I just need to speak with a neighbor." That was the best excuse Nona could come up with, and she went outside; quickly lighting her cigarette and relaxing as she inhaled the smoke. She sat on her front door step; the smoke blowing on to her, and she prayed her hair spray and deodorant would over power the smell of the smoke. As Nona came to pick up her bag, Kelly smirked at her a little bit. Yeah, she always woke up hungry, and breakfast is the most important meal of the day, but she could stop long enough to say a few words. She was just playing it up ... a little. For some reason, she felt a little nervous as her friend walked out to the living area, and found herself watching like she was about to lose sight of her. Good grief girl, she's right there looking through her bag. Then she said she was going to speak with a neighbor, and Kelly, even though she knew it wasn't rational, didn't want her to go. She managed to keep herself from saying so, but quickly swallowed and said, "Hurry back." She hoped she had managed to make it sound playful, but she wasn't sure if her acting skills had been up to the job. She took another bite of her almost-gone breakfast, but it didn't seem quite as appetizing as before. Furthermore, she really did hope that Nona would hurry back. What was up with her? Nona quickly smoked the cigarette; her body relaxing itself as her nerves were killed off by the depressant. Once she finished she stubbed the end out and put it in the small big she kept for her stubs. She found herself reentering the house and was glad for the open plan; no matter where Kelly sat Nona would be able to keep an eye on her, she figured. She slipped the packet of cigarette's in to her bag and headed to the table where Kelly was. Nona quickly noticed that Kelly's food hadn't really disappeared much since she left, and she held back a guilty look. "Hey is your food okay?" She sipped the glass of juice she had left their whilst cleaning and looked worriedly at her friend. Kelly took a relieved breath when Nona came back in, although it was just about offset by the worry as toolkit should be such a relief. Even so, she felt her appetite come back, and she told her, "I'm fine, just got lost in thought there for a minute." She quickly finished her eggs, washing them down with the last couple swallows of her juice, and went to rinse off her dishes and put them in the dishwasher. "I missed having one of these at that little hole I was living in. Oh well, it was cheap, and it's all about getting back to law school sooner, right?"" I guess I'll go get ready to face the day now." She found some towels and headed into the restroom to shower. As she went in, she said, "Hey, maybe think about what to do today. Movie? Zoo? Quarts of cookie-dough ice cream? I'll be back out in a bit." She closed the door and stripped to clean up. It wasn't until she was halfway through that she thought to herself, Hey, why didn't I get nervous that time? I'm going to take longer doing this than when she was out seeing her neighbor. Nona grinned softy when Kelly spoke about the dishwasher; she loved it because it saved her so much time. She listened to Kelly's suggestions for the day "Hmm... ice cream and movies sound good..." She giggled and heard the shower start. Whilst Kelly was in the shower Nona began cleaning again, She removed the blouse she had on so it wouldn't get dusty leaving her in her body fitting camisole top and jeans. The blouse was seen through really, but it was a deep shade of red that she loved. She left it on the back of the chair as she worked. By the time Kelly would get back down Nona had cleaned the whole of the downstairs and was currently stood outside cleaning the table she had out there for in the summer. Nona herself wasn't sure if Kelly remembered the days when she would clean if she was worried or tired but even if she did, it wouldn't stop her from cleaning at the moment. She only finished when Kelly distracted her back then; and it would probably be similar now. Kelly finished her shower, and drying off, slipped the robe back on to go back to her room and get dressed. A blow dry and a touch of make up later, she was putting on a teal blouse and a loose red knee-length skirt. Not too nice, but good enough to go out in if that's what we do, she thought. She went out to find that Nona wasn't anywhere in the house that she could see at the moment, so she headed to one of the couches to see what was on the TV. As she walked toward it, she noticed that Nona had hung her blouse on a chair, and then as she got to the couch, she looked out onto the patio to see her cleaning the patio furniture. While she might not have noticed it if her friend had been less obvious, this had all the marks of Nona being in "serious cleaning mode." She headed for the door and slid it open to ask, "All right, what's got you so worked up?" Nona jumped slightly when she heard Kelly's voice and carried on cleaning. She ignored the question for a while before her guilt at not answering began to get the better of her. "I just didn't sleep well last night that's all." She shrugged slightly and finished cleaning the furniture quickly. "So do you want to watch movies with loads of ice cream or do you want to go out somewhere?" She smiled softly at Kelly, she wanted her to be happy today and the spotless wasn't about to do that for her. Kelly wondered what the pause was about before the answer about not sleeping, but Nona sometimes liked to keep things to herself for a while. She'd always come clean after a while in the past. "I'm sorry to hear that; I slept better than I have in years, I think."" Movie and ice cream sounds great. You can't go wrong with The Princess Bride and cookie dough. You remember the rule, right? Furthermore, you have to eat it left-handed." Nona giggled softly at the rule they made. "I remember. In fact, I think I already have the ice cream ready." She grinned and walked inside; kicking her shoes off at the door again; she loved to feel the wooden floor beneath her feet. It seemed to bring her some sort of relaxation. Silently she began to hunt through the freezer, stood on her tip toes so she could bend and reach through the freezer." If I fall in the freezer I will blame you Key." She giggled softly. Well, a comment like that was just asking for it! Kelly tiptoed over, grabbed Nona's legs, and picked her up like she was going to toss her in. "You will blame me, will you? Well, I might as well deserve it then, don't you think?" She held her there, not letting her out, but not actually throwing her in, waiting to see what she was going to say. Nona squealed as she felt her legs going up suddenly. "Hey put me down! It's not your fault!" Nona actually had her hands out to try and catch herself as well as take her weight; another of the insecurities bought about since she came out. She tried to wiggle free with a small pout. "Let me down; Otherwise I'll fall through the magic hole to another continent or something!" Kelly just managed to set her friend down gently as she sat down on the floor laughing. "Oh no! Not the magic hole! How will you deal with all the people standing on their heads all the time if you fall through the magic hole?" They had giggled together as little girls thinking about all the people on the other side of the world who had to hang on with both hand so they didn't fall off. As Kelly got herself under control, she got up and headed for Nona's DVD rack. "I'll leave you to your ice cream hunt, oh great conqueror of the Antarctic. I'll fish out the movie." She found The Princess Bride and put it in, getting everything started and ready for Nona to join her. "And bring me a spoon. The rule is you have to hold the spoon left-handed, not eat with your actual left hand." With the silly mood that seemed to be springing up, Kelly was taking no chances. Nona pouted a friend; barely containing her own laughter. "Hey there is no need to laugh you never know what might happen!" She smiled and once Kelly had left she quickly found the ice cream and grabbed two spoons. She walked back in just as Kelly shouted to her, and she couldn't help but smile. Furthermore, she offered Kelly her spoon and tub of ice cream before curling up on one end of the sofa to watch the movie. Kelly was extremely right-handed. Her left hand was the appendage on the other side of her body that crudely balanced stuff to allow her right to do the real work. Eating a large amount of ice cream holding the spoon in her left hand most likely meant that she would be drinking the last bit of it; it had always gone that way. The game was trying to watch the other one and see if you could sneak in a right-handed scoop without getting caught. It was a good thing she knew this movie so well because she would more likely be watching Nona than the show. As she hit the play button, she asked her friend, "Is this a kissing movie?" and giggled. She settled in to try to eat left-handed as the initial scene of a grandfather read to his grandson. She hoped she didn't flip too much on her blouse. "So are we having any stakes today, or just bragging rights?" Nona always killed her at this -- never could seem to sneak in too many good bites. The girl seemed to have an almost psychic awareness of what Kelly was doing. Nona didn't have trouble using her left hand really; she was right-handed, but she had gotten used to using her left by now. She kept it to small delicate bites so she wouldn't let it get all over her face. She always managed to catch Kelly trying to use her right had because she managed to sit where she was diagonal to each of them. Furthermore, she giggled softly when her friend giggled unsure how to answer the question. Nona settled to watch the movie comfortably; she never really watched the film because she was always too busy. "Your choice Key," She didn't mind if it was staked or not. "Well then, if you're not going to impose any penalties, I'll just eat normally because I ... am not left-handed, and there's nothing you can do about it!" Kelly retorted as she switched the spoon to her dominant hand. She made a snooty face toward Nona, sniffed, and put a huge scoop of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream in her mouth. Still looking insufferably smug she turned to watch the movie. It had been a while since she had followed the adventures of Wesley, Buttercup, Iñigo, Fezzes, and all the rest. She laughed and quoted half the movie, enjoying the ice cream and the company. This was going to be good. Nona rolled her eyes at her friend and kept eating with her left hand; she kept watching the movie with a small smile. She loved the fact that Kelly loved the film and that's the only reason she watched it. Smiling she finished the ice cream and slipped off to put the tub away while the film was still playing. She grabbed another glass of juice while she was up as well and took Kelly hers. This was kind of nice for Nona after being alone for such a long time. Kelly enjoyed her final chuckles from the movie, sipping on the juice Nona brought her, the took her dishes and trash to the kitchen to rinse and throw away. "Well, I need to finish unpacking; I only pulled out things that were going to be needed right away, or I was afraid were going to get wrinkled. I think there's enough space for my toothbrush and such in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, and I can organize the rest of my stuff in the bedroom." She felt a bit uneasy for a moment, but tried to hide it. "Maybe you can do that research you were talking about last night. I don't think you ever mentioned exactly what made you want to look it up. I mean, it's very nice, but..." She shrugged as she trailed off. "Anyway, I'll be in my room settling in if you need me or want to do anything." She went into the white and purple room and pulled out the first suitcase, laying it on the bed and opening it. "Let's see here, unmentionables can go in this drawer..." Nona pulled out her laptop as Kelly went to throw everything away or wash it up. She nodded slightly at Kelly's plan. "If you need to move anything I left anywhere just move it. I'll find it eventually." She smiled and logged on to her laptop and watched Kelly though the screen; her unease showing clearly on the screen." Maybe. I have to do some work thought, so I think I will do that." Nona's voice was a bit cold now; she wondered why Kelly was prying for information, and it made her feel a bit uneasy. She had had enough of being rejected by Kelly and the fact she was known looking for information from her was kind of annoying. She saw Kelly leave and silently began to work on an article for her internship at a newspaper's main office. Furthermore, she ran her hand through her hair a few times as she wrote. Kelly missed seeing the unease on Nona's face as she went into her room, so she cheerfully went about her business, humming and singing softly to herself the main song from the movie and spouting a few quotes here and there. "This has been a storybook story..." And, sticking her suitcases inside one another then stuffing them under the bed, "No rodents of unusual size under here! 'I don't think they exist -- charge!" She threw herself onto the bed giggling, glad to have all of that put away. Taking a deep breath, she relaxed for a moment then got up to go see what Nona was up to. She padded out to the main room on bare feet, having kicked off her shoes as she was working, and walked up to her friend. "Hey, hon, how's it going? What are you working on, anyway?" Nona nearly fell off the sofa when she suddenly heard Kelly's voice. Having been engrossed in her work she hadn't heard Kelly coming up behind her and thus scared her. "Just an article for work." She shrugged softly and began to read through it again to check what she was writing made sense and stuck to the topic. Once she had reread it she saved it and looked at Kelly with a pretty emotionless face "Did you need anything?" As she spoke Nona got up and searched her cupboards for something stronger to drink. Finding a bottle of Jack Daniel's she quickly poured herself a Jack and Coke as she waited for the reply. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Kelly said, having jumped a bit herself in response to Nona's flinch. "I didn't realize you were quite that far in the zone." She looked back at her expressionless, almost cold look. "Really, I'm sorry, Okay?" In response to the offer, "Yeah, I think I'll have some of what you're having." Then accepting it from her with some thanks, she sat down and said, "Nona, something is on your mind. You've been testy all afternoon. You want to share it with me? If it's something I've done I'd really like to change it because ever since we got done watching the movie you have been a little short with me." At Kelly's request Nona had poured her a drink and given it her. As Kelly had sat and spoke Nona internally groaned trying to figure a way out of having to tell her what was truly on her mind. "It's nothing okay. I just had no sleep last night and It's frustrating me." She used that as an excuse as she sipped her drink. She fiddled with the ring on her finger and relaxed slightly. The truth was not only had Nona lost all her friends apart from Kelly her family had turned on her as well. She had been truly alone when Kelly had moved away, and she was not only fearing the amount of feelings Kelly might have as well as Nona's own feelings, but she was fearing loosing her only friend. Sighing she turned away from Kelly to empty the dishwasher; avoiding the need to talk. Kelly set her drink down and moved up behind Nona as she went into the kitchen. She absolutely did not believe her -- not completely anyway. She put her arms around her and said in a warm, soothing voice, "Nona, hon, you're not talking to just anyone; you're talking to me. I know what you're like on no sleep, and I know the kinds of things that keep you from sleeping. You do seem tired, but it's more than that. Something is bothering you. Now, you may not want to talk about it yet, but you know that you'll tell me eventually." She stepped back, gently urging her to turn around and face her." All you are doing is holding it in a little longer, making yourself miserable a little longer, when you could just get it over with right now. I've always been there for you; go ahead and let me have. We'll handle it better together." Nona heard Kelly setting the drink down but because of her not having shoes on she was still slightly shocked when she felt Kelly wrap her arms around her. This felt safe to her; the one person she could trust, and she was in her arms; seeking the comfort they gave. Silently she listened to what Kelly had to say and knew that she was right in some way; Kelly had always had something about her that meant she just knew everything about Nona without her trying. She clutched the side tightly trying to control her reaction to wanting to trust Kelly. As soon as Kelly stepped away she instantly missed her and turned for her. As Nona turned and saw Kelly she knew she couldn't admit her fears still; she wanted nothing more than to tell her, but it would cost her. "Seriously," She took a deep breathe before continuing" I am fine Kelly; you're just looking for a problem to fix where there isn't one." "All right, if you say so," Kelly agreed, though it was as obvious she didn't believe that everything was OK any more than Nona did. But once she had denied it to her face like that, it was going to be a while until she was ready to confide now. "Well, what we need then is something we can do together to take our minds off of it." She brightened. "I know, a mystery to solve." Leaving a Nona to wonder what she was talking about she went to her new room to grab her own laptop. Coming back out she settled on the couch where Nona could either settle in close enough to share Kelly's computer or fire up her own. As the machine came online, she said, "Google, magic tool of modern life. You get that pendant of yours, and we can figure out whatever it is together. If necessary we can take a digital picture and use images to look it up. What do you think?" Nona knew Kelly wouldn't believe her but what could she do really. She wasn't ready to confide in her now and doubted she would be for a long time. When Kelly spoke Nona groaned; a hand running through her hair as worry set in her face. Whenever Kelly was having a brilliant idea Nona usually ended up in trouble one way or another. When she came back and settle on the sofa she grabbed her own laptop; leaving some distance between them both needing the distance to calm herself. When she began to speak Nona felt all her anger rising again, and she forced herself to calm. "ERM sure I'll go fetch it." She disappeared to her room and planned what she could do; her only way of doing this was to try and hypnotize her in to believing Nona had never said that. And maybe try and up it a bit. Kelly got onto Google and started inputting terms like, "ruby, heart, pendant, diamonds," but then was distracted when Nona said she would go get the necklace by that empty sensation from last night at bedtime and that morning when she went to see the neighbor. As she got up to go to her room, Kelly reached out and stopped her for a moment by grabbing her hand. At Nona's look over she felt at a loss for words. She was the one who had prompted her to go get the piece of jewelry, but now she didn't want to let her go. Finally, she let her friend's hand slide out of her, saying rather lamely, "I'll, um, be waiting for you, okay?" As Nona went up to her bedroom, Kelly stared at the screen without even bothering to hit enter and start the search. What the hell is the matter with me? She looked up upon hearing the returning footsteps, looking about as troubled as Nona had earlier. That feeling of loss was getting a little stronger each time. What would it be like if she was leaving on vacation for a few days, or -- hell -- simply going to the store for an hour? I've missed her, but this is crazy. Nona got back downstairs and felt bad for how she was treating her friend, but she needed to do this. She moved to sit next to Kelly and took the necklace out again showing it to her. "So what do we do now." She tried to get her friend to look at the necklace and prayed it would work. She was terrified of loosing her friend because of what she was doing. Kelly was trying to absorb herself in the online search, having finally hit 'enter', but looked up as Nona sat down. Her eyes naturally followed the movement on her friend's hands as she took out the pendant and held it up. It was so very ... red. Even quicker than the night before, her breathing settled, he's blinking slowed, her thoughts and movements stopped. She was much more peaceful than she had been a moment before, but she was also so very much more ... open. Kelly sat staring at the enigmatic necklace, not even waiting, for that would take more volition, just existing. Nona smiled softly as her friend relaxed; watching as she settled in to an almost sleep like state. "Kelly, I want you to forget me mentioning the need to research the necklace. Also, I want you to begin to crave my touch; ranging from a hug to just curling up near me on the sofa. You will not remember the last few minutes; and the necklace being in your hand." Nona quickly deleted the search she had been looking up; removing it from the search. Silently she removed the necklace from Kelly's hand and put it in her bag that was still near the sofa. She moved back to the sofa in the time it would take for Kelly to come back to her, and she hugged a pillow to her chest softly. She had turned her own laptop off and left it on the floor near her. Kelly blinked a few time as awareness came back to her face, then she froze, the color draining from her face as her eyes opened as wide as they could go. Her laptop started to slide to the floor, and she stopped it more by instinct than by plan. Closing it, she cradled it to her chest with shaking hands. "What-?" she managed to get out. Slowly standing and turning to look in the direction of her bedroom she said, "I was standing right there. You were finishing your article. Why am I-?" Starting to pant, she looked down at her computer. Louder and more shrill, she continued, "When did I get out my laptop? Why? What's going on?" She looked over at Nona." When did you get over there? Why are you holding a drink instead of your computer?" Now backing away, she looked like she might be sick. "This wasn't happening before I got here. First the necklace disappeared last night and now you and I and everything is different. What's happening?!" she finished, almost shouting. Nona watched the middle of the freak-out, and quickly she showed Kelly the necklace, as soon as she fell back in to the trance Nona breathed a sigh of relief. "Kelly you will remember everything about the last few minutes apart from what you were searching and the freak-out. You will think I was where I am going to be sitting." Nona could only hope the other commands she had given would still stand for Kelly. Sighing she hid the necklace again and went back to her seat; curling up to look out the window. Kelly's eyes fixed on the ruby heart once more and her babbling and panting disappeared as her heart-rate went down. Her mind drank in Nona's words once more as normal color returned to her face. She blinked and looked at Nona, the computer held defensively over her chest, and finally at the couch where she was supposed to be sitting, and the blood drained from her face once more. "I- I was sitting there with my computer in my lap, and I remember getting it, but I don't know why I was getting it, and now I'm standing here, and I don't remember getting up, and you went and got your pendant because I told you to, but I don't know why I told you to, and I didn't remember giving you back the pendant last night and this feels familiar why was I already sweaty I haven't been doing anything..." Nona ran a hand through her hair as she quickly realized this was getting her nowhere. Slowly she stood and looked at Kelly. "Kelly, everything's okay I think you might just have had a bit too much Jack in your drink..." She prayed this was the way she could get past it because she needed to rethink her whole plan for the hypnotism. "Can you just sit down for me hon... how about I do you some food, huh?" Kelly sat down because she felt like she needed to sit down, and this was Nona trying to reassure her, but she wasn't having any of the rest. She looked over at her half-finished drink -- herfirstdrink, and shook her head. She looked back up at Nona." Nona, I watched you make that drink just a little bit ago, so I know how much is in it, and it could have beenallJack, and I wouldn't be this far gone. I'm going and doing and saying things for no reason at all, and then moving without remembering doing it. It's not a drunken blackout, and right now I'm so scared I'm completely sober anyway." She swallowed. "Nona, I don't know what's happening to me. Am I going crazy?" Kelly looked up at her best friend, her blue eyes begging for reassurance. Nona sat down next to Kelly; softly she hugged her and just held her. She murmured reassurances to her Kelly and rocked her softly. She was doing her best not to have to hypnotise her friend again, but she was certain she would have too. If she didn't her friend may never calm. Softly she kept Kelly leaning against her and took the necklace out her pocket and showed it to her friend. As soon as Kelly was back in the trance she began." Kelly I want you to forget everything until the moment when we are in the kitchen together; You will think I suggested watching a horror film, and it scared you; that is why we are sat how we are. You will still crave my touch, and you will miss me when I leave... You are sweating because you were scared. Furthermore, you also gave me the pendant back yesterday after looking at it." She breathed in hesitantly and turned the television on; putting it on the rolling credits of 'The Others'. Before she could hide the pendant she spoke to Kelly once more. "I want you to take your laptop back to your room then come back and sit exactly how you are now." Nona waited patiently and once Kelly returned she took the pendant back in to her pocket and pretended to watch the film. Kelly rose with a blank look and padded listlessly back to her room with her laptop, looking like a sleepwalker. Once there, she put it back in its case which went on the night table next to the bed. Afterward she turned and padded back to Nona and cuddled back up to her on the couch. She blinked her way back out of the trance and shivered." Oh God, did you make me watch that horrible movie in revenge for me making you watch The Princess Bride again? I promise I won't.... Well, I'll wait a while before doing it again." As her heart slowed back down to normal, she found herself snuggling in closer. Maybe she wouldn't wait so long after all. The was kind of, no, really nice. She took a deep breath and settled in for some snuggling. Nona held back a sigh of relief as Kelly seemed to come back to her in a better mood. She kept Kelly close; a small smile playing on her lips. "It wasn't that bad Kelly. Its kinda funny really." She giggled softly, she had always found the horror movies to be more funny than they were filled with horror. She reached and grabbed her drink, sipping it happily. "Funny? I'll show you funny." Kelly took advantage of being already inside Nona's guard to get a hand on her ribs the wiggled them briefly, stopping after a moment to keep her from spilling her drink. "You'd better put that down; next time I don't stop." She gave the lie to that statement by a couple of poke and pinches to encourage Nona to comply, then went full blast as soon as her hand was clear of the glass, drawing flinching, laughter and vows of revenge. Unfortunately for Kelly, Nona had always been more robust than she, and a forceful twist of her torso knocked the attacking hand away briefly and allowed the offended brunette to bring both hands to bear. Kelly's thin teal blouse afforded no protection at all a Nona's left hand retaliated against her ribs, and her right took possession of her sensitive belly. Kelly immediately broke out in shrieks and giggles and tried to twist away herself, but Nona pressed closer, using her superior sized and strength to pin the struggling redhead against the couch as she darted her hands here, there and everywhere on Kelly's writhing torso. What was I thinking? She has always destroyed me in tickle fights, Kelly scolded herself. Yet something inside her reveled in the intense contact, and she felt happy in spite of her ticklish agony. With a burst of strength, Kelly stopped trying to face Nona and managed to twist to face away from her. She clamped her elbows to her side to try to hamper Nona's attack, but she had already moved her arms lower and quickly stuck her hand in the pockets of Kelly's red skirt. She immediately started rubbing at the crease between her belly and thighs and that was all she wrote." Fuck! Fuck! Oh my God. Uncle! Uncle! Please stop. You have to stop," Kelly manages to get out between scream and outright belly laughs. Nona stopped tickling, but left her hands in Kelly's pockets, which Kelly took as a threat that she had better be good. She leaned back against Nona's chest, gasping to catch her breath. "You win again, as always, but somehow -- I feel I needed that." Nona laughed in enjoyment as they tickled each other and messed about. She loved that they were able to do this even now when they were supposed to be grown-ups. She laughed as Kelly gave in and leaned back against her. "Good, Always happy to oblige." She smirked and was tempted to tickle her again but decided not to. "Think I am allowed to have a drink yet?" She grinned softly.

Friends forever (JN and saphire)|rating:3.0

Swift Escalation [ PT x Vergil Tanner ]

If you'd asked him three weeks ago where he thought he'd be tonight, Jason would have given a very, very different answer. See, he was - to put it bluntly - a nobody. He was an average 24-year-old man of about 5'7, decently slender and in shape with a pleasant amount of definition but nothing really all that spectacular, an attractive but not "supermodel level" face with a head of short-cut red hair. He was an average Englishman, working an average job, living in an average apartment in an average town. There was really nothing all that special about him; he did play some sports outside his normal job, and he was admittedly aspiring to become a journalist of some kind but...well, men like him were a dime a dozen. He wasn'tboringly any stretch of the imagination, he wasn't dull or bitter or humdrum or any of that, but hewasaverage; the kind of person you'd pass in the street and not think anything more of. He was a normal citizen, not anybody important or famous or particularly relevant to anybody outside his social circle, and you know what? Furthermore, he liked it that way. Furthermore, he enjoyed his normal life, he enjoyed his small aspirations and his hobbies, he enjoyed his "normal" nights out with his friends, and he enjoyed his obscure little existence. Furthermore, he didn't have any of the stress of being well known or under scrutiny, he had spare time to himself for his own interests, and he didn't have anybody judging him for his tastes and interests. People sometimes were...bored with a normal life, but not Jason. No...he was rather happy with it, all things considered. But that didn't mean he didn't fantasize about things; of course he did. He had his fantasies about unexpected things happening to him, spectacular things, and he enjoyed them immensely, but that was all they were; fantasies. He didn't get depressed that they weren't reality, and he didn't let himself suffer from that whole "The grass is always greener" syndrome where he became restless and dissatisfied enough to go looking for trouble. Furthermore, he went after opportunities as he found them, of course, but he didn't constantly pine for "something more." It might sound boring, but...that was the truth. He had things he wanted to do, things he wanted to see, things he wanted to accomplish of course - and he was always happy to go and do something interesting - but he didn't let himself get upset or depressed when he had a fairly unremarkable week. They happened to everybody, after all. No need to let it get to him. But when he got that email, well...suddenly, he was excited. He was a normal person, which meant that when he had something to look forward to, the entire world seemed to drag into a crawl, and suddenly he was cursing every mundane day that crawled past between him and his goal. As he said; he loved interesting new experiences, and he loved making his dreams a reality. He just didn't obsess over them like some people did...until now. Now, he had something to obsess over, and it consumed his every spare moment as he scrambled to plan and prepare and fill his time to make it pass by quicker. See, that email? It held the chance of a lifetime for him. See, remember he said he wanted to be a journalist of some kind? Well, he'd entered a competition online on one of the fan sites he used to kill time between his other hobbies to meet and interview his favorite celebrity during one of her tours. See, Taylor Swift - yes, he was a Swift, and had been for almost a decade. What of it? - was offering her official fan site the chance to send one of their number off to see one of her shows, then be invited backstage to conduct an exclusive interview that would be featured first in the Taylor Swift Fan sites newsletter, and then would undoubtedly go on to be copied into every magazine, tabloid and dirt sheet on the internet, and probably even the Daily Mail (since they seemed to be truly obsessed with every time she even so much as blew her nose). The chance to get a published interview with a high profile star alone was enough to hook Jason's interest - budding journalist as he was - but free tickets to a show in the States, along with paid for air travel and a hotel room compliments of the competition runners? And a competition that was available to peopleoutsidethe States in the first place? Deals like that only came along once in a blue moon, if that often, and the chance to meet his idol? And yes, he idolized her; she was talented, intelligent and beautiful. More than a few of his secret fantasies featuredhervery prominently, after all, and...well, he was a fanboy. He knew that very, very well. So really...it was a no-brainer. He filled out the questionnaire, did their writing exercises, sent it off...and hoped. Of course, he'd never expected town, so the email came as quite a surprise; he spent about five or ten minutes just staring at the screen in disbelief alone, before hurriedly replying with his acceptance of the prize and the details they needed. Yes, he was perfectly aware of the possibility of a scam, but at that point, he really didn't care. No sooner had he finished the reply than he had started hurriedly writing down possible questions and discussion topics to try and bring up. The big thing was, he didn't want to ask the same boring, standard questions that everybody always asked her. He wanted to make his questions...personal. Insightful. He wanted to ask the sorts of things that every fanwantedto know the answers to...so, of course, he asked the forums, racked his own brain and researched other famous interviews. Before long, well...he had his questions. And none too soon, either; it took him a good two or three weeks to compile a final list of questions that he was reasonably happy with and then, well, it was time to get on the plane to the States. Of course, on that flight he had to desperately resist the temptation to pull out his list and start scribbling on it, and the nerves started to set in; he was on a plane. To meet Taylor Swift. Taylor Swift. The butterflies in his stomach were more like pterodactyls, clawing and biting in their attempts to escape. What if he fucked up? Made a fool out of himself, fanboyed out, accidentally offended her? What if she was secretly just a raging bitch, and he found that he should have listened to that old adage, "never meet your heroes?" To put it simply, it was an unpleasant, uncomfortable trip alone with his own doubts and demons. He managed to force them down - he had an opportunity that most fans wouldkillfor, after all - and focus on the positives; his favorite artist, Taylor Swift, had agreed to an interview. He was going to conduct that interview. Furthermore, he was going to be alone with her, talking with her, one on one. Furthermore, he might even be able to walk away with a picture, or an autograph...and if nothing else, if everything else went wrong, he got to spend a week in the States - a place he'd always wanted to visit - and go to a Live Concert of his favorite singer, the first one he'd been able to see into years. No matter what happened, he'd have stories to tell and more than a few things to cross off of his bucket list. That, and a healthy dose of dedicated, furious reading, managed to get him through the flight closely enough to touch down on the other side without being sick on the plane...though those pterodactyls did make it a bit of a close run thing. Of course, upon touching down, he immediately retired to his hotel room to sleep off the Jet-Lag, and then, well...it was the day of the concert. He'd arranged for his week in the States tostartthe day before the concert, simply because if it ended with the interview, he'd not only be able to sleep for the entire week leading up to it, but also if things went wrong, he'd be leaving on a sour note...at least this way, he'd have some time to cheer himself up. He spent the day preparing and rehearsing his interview questions, practicing his greeting and wandering around the city to try and get some semblance of a sense of direction before he ended up walking around it in the night. Furthermore, he took in some sights, he went to a local diner or two - Jesus, their burgers were huge! - and before he knew it...the concert was upon him. The actual show itself isn't really worth describing overly much; Taylor strutted her stuff on stage, singing and dancing and changing costume as she always did, and Jason loved it. He cheered and sang along with everybody else, enjoyed the atmosphere with everybody else, bought an overpriced T-Shirt like everybody else and - when she got a little risqué and suggestive in some of her dancing - almost had a heart attack like every other male in the building who was old enough to recognize the tease for what it was. See, you could say a lot of things about Taylor, but one thing that was a fact as far as he was concerned; she knew how to be seductively suggestive in a way that went completely unnoticed by her younger fans. The little looks, the blink-and-you'll-miss-it grinding on a dance partner, the suggestive running her hands over her body, the sashaying of her hips in those gloriously tight shorts, the, um...nature of her moreleatherycostumes...well. It was obvious that she knew what she was doing. And, standing in the front row next to the stage, Jason made certain that he got plenty of pictures...when he wasn't boggling her and singing along, of course. He could swear that at one point, she even looked directly at him during one of her seductive little poses, but...no, that was insane. He was just imagining it; what were the chances that she would pick him out of the entire crowd to make eye contact with? Slim to none. Either way, the show wrapped itself up, and - as instructed by the email - he made his way to Taylor's security detail and showed them the pass that had been mailed to him along with the concert tickets. After verifying them, they led him away from the show - much to his surprise - and out of the stadium. He was surprised when they didn't take him backstage, to the T-Party, in order to interview her and instead escorted him to a car waiting outside, but...well, he figured that there must have been a change of plan, or a miscommunication. They must just be taking him to a nearby restaurant or meeting place for a casual, more relaxed setting. After all, it would be a better setting than backstage, in the middle of people taking the show apart and the noise of distant fans screaming, right? Still, he couldn't still his suddenly frantic heartbeat, or swallow his heart from his throat; it was really happening. He was going to meet her. His hands started to sweat, his breathing was ragged, his nerves were shot to all hell...it was all he could do to keep himself sitting still and calm on the way. And then, he was surprised yet again when instead of a restaurant, they pulled up in front of a tall, expensive-looking hotel; he was shepherded out by a couple of burly looking security guards who eyed him critically as he gathered his belongings - a pad and paper just in case, along with a laptop and a basic video camera to record the interview with (much better to just have a normal conversation first, then transcribe it later, after all) - and was taken inside. His bags, predictably enough, were searched...and then he was made to wait in the foyer. Five minutes, ten minutes, half an hour...an hour...every passing moment under the Securities watchful eye had him squirming with increased discomfort and anxiety as his nerves got more and more frayed, more worried; had something gone wrong? Was he being punted? Had Taylor changed her mind? He was about to get up and ask what was going on, when - fortunately - somebody who looked very much like an assistant or a manager or something like that walked confidently into the reception, strode up to him and told him to follow him. He blinked a few times in surprise, then - at an expectant, but good-natured smirk and eyebrow raise - shook his head, gathered his things and followed the assistant into the elevator. They rode to the top - the penthouse, predictably - with the assistant doing his best to provide some light conversation to ease Jason's nerves. It helped, a little...until it finally sank in that he was about to interview Taylor Swift her hotel room. That detail really shouldn't have made such a difference to his nervous state, but...it did. He did his best not to vomit again. When he was finally standing in front of the door to Taylor's penthouse suite, he couldn't contain his anxiety; he shifted from foot to foot, muttered under his breath, looked around nervously, all the kinds of standard ticks you would expect, his heart beating wildly in his ears, his stomach doing its best to throttle him and his chest feeling as if it was desperately trying to separate itself from his body. His hands clenched and unclenched anxiously, nervously, worriedly...this was Taylor Swift, one of the most famous, most influential, most wealthy women in the world. She was arguably, industry-wise, one of the most powerful and probably one of the most decorated female artists under 30, and he was about to sit down and ask her questions, as if he had the right to second guess her. What if his questions were utter crap? He knew them to be original and odd and unlike any other interview she'd had published - he'd made sure of that - but...what if they were shit? What if she got offended, or worse, bored by them? What would he do then? What if when he turned in his transcript to the newsletter, they decided that it was utter tripe and that they weren't going to give him another job, ever again? He felt sick, yet again. And then...well. And then she opened the door. She opened the door, dressed in a gorgeous part-formal, part informal getup that accentuated her slender form and her long legs, her blonde hair was let down in that part-curled, shoulder-length style that he adored so much, her lips decorated with that red lipstick that almost always had him staring at her lips slack-jawed in photoshoots...she practically sparkled with beauty, and combined with her genuine, warm smile? It was almost too much. He met that smile with one of his own, and felt his nerves just kind of...slipping away. She seemed so friendly and so kindhearted and warm and welcoming...how could he possibly be worried about the interview? He, of course, greeted her with as many manners as possible - calling her "Ms Swift," always saying please and thank you, always being ready with a compliment that, despite being genuine just sounded...hollow next to how beautiful and elegant she really was. Hell, as she turned and led him into her sitting area, set up ready for the interview, he could barely tear his eyes away from her long enough to shut the door and remove his coat. She was always beautiful, she'd always been his biggest celebrity crush, but seeing her in person like this, well...it was something else. If he was crushing on her before, just meeting her and exchanging warm pleasantries had turned it into something closer to infatuation. Thankfully, he was able to control the urge to gush over her just enough to conduct the interview with something approaching warm professionalism; she smiled and laughed dutifully at his jokes, he genuinely found himself laughing at her own wickedly sarcastic and sometimes suggestive humor, and he actually seemed to engage her with his weird and eclectic collection of questions and conversation topics. He even imagined - fancifully, he knew - the occasional teasing flirtation, but it was always followed up by a smile and a laugh that told him that she was simply joking. He felt...surprisingly at ease. The nervousness remained, of course, but here? Here, he was in his element, surprisingly. He was asking questions and having a conversation, and if he focused on her eyes, her lips...he could momentarily forget who he was talking to. He stumbled a few times, caught off guard, and he was visibly nervous...but he had just to remember that he was on camera, and he was at least able to fake some confidence. After what felt like hours - and honestly, it probably was! - he reached over and switched off the camera, before turning back to her, beautiful and still smiling at him with that wonderful grin that had his heart fluttering." Thank you, Miss Swift," he said, albeit a bit regretfully. Now that the interview had finished, well...he knew his time talking to her was nearing its end. It had been a lovely evening, a magnificent conversation...but now it was at an end. "I appreciate you taking the time to, you know...speak with me. It was a pleasure." He smiled at her, suddenly bashful. "Before I leave you to enjoy the rest of your evening without my interrogation," he smiled softly at the attempt at a joke, "Could I...well, maybe..." He wet his lower lip and laughed nervously, as if in amusement at his own sudden absurd hesitation. "Can I perhaps trouble you for..." He blushed. "For an autograph...?" He flushed crimson. The subject of him being a fan had come up, of course, but now that he was actually asking for her to sign something, well...his old nerves were back. Now that he didn't have a script to refer to, he was absurdly nervous. He'd just spoken with her all evening, EndNote was nervous and stammering? Please. Pull yourself together, man, you're better than that! He supposed that, after how well the night had gone, he was expecting something horrible to happen...waiting for the other shoe to drop, and all that. No way was it going to go off without a hitch; real life just didn't work like that. Hopefully, she wouldn't think anything of it; he hardly wanted to finish the night on a bad note, after all. If he did, well...he'd never, ever stop regretting it. It had been a good show -- maybe even a great show. Taylor couldn't always tell how good things went on stage until she got reactions from a few of the staff and friends she trusted not to BS her. Either way, it was a good night, and the plane wasn't leaving till morning. That meant a chance to relax a little and have some fun with the girls. This is about as good as it gets for a tour night. So why did Tara have to go and screw up such a good night?" An interview? For real? Tara, is it your job to ruin my life? Is that why I hired you?" Tara smiled and laughed, just the way Taylor knew she would. She and her publicity manager had a good relationship. They could bicker and talk shit without any worries about hurt feelings. Tara was important to the Taylor machine, and everyone knew it. Taylor may have been a big part of creating her world-famous brand, but Tara knew how to manage it and keep it alive. When Tara told Taylor there was another interview to do, even when it wasn't what the superstar wanted to do, the interview got done. So after greeting some fans at the arena and showering at the hotel, Taylor turned her charm back on and went to meet this blogger or whoever it was. Taylor was surprised to see her guest was a guy. Huh. Had Tara told her the interview was with a guy? Kinda cute, this Jason dude. And the accent, that was fun. So Taylor found it not such a difficult thing to do to sit and answer questions. The questions were pretty good, actually. The guy had obviously put some thought into it, and he really knew her music. She appreciated that. And his awkwardness was ... hmm mm ... what? Appealing? Interesting? Sexy? Whatever it was, she liked it, and she caught herself flirting a little with this guy. Tara was in and out of the room, and probably wasn't noticing. Tara was always warning her about not cranking up the sex appeal too much in these kinds of situations. A little bit was good, but Tara wanted her to keep the awesomeness in check. Normally that was a simple thing to do, but, tonight ... with this Jason cat? Not so easy. And she was a little surprised when he told her he was done. Usually interviews ended when Tara interrupted and told the writers and photographers that time was up. This guy clearly was not a pro and didn't know he supposed to keep going. Cute. Hell, everything about this guy was cute. Damn cute. She crossed and uncrossed her legs. She didn't know why she was doing this. Was she turned on? Dammit. Well, she thought to herself, this is what ya get for putting yourself on boyfriend probation, girl. Deal with it. Hmm mm, but how? How to deal with this little restless problem? Taylor got up quickly and put a hand on his shoulder." Hey, if it's okay can, Hun, can you hang around for a little bit? Please, please?" She stood there, pretending to wait for his answer, as if she didn't what his answer would be. Of course, he would stay." See, here's the thing." she said, taking his hand and leading him into a different room in the suite. "I've got this rack of new outfits ... all kinds of new stuff. I need to be changing up the stage outfits, you know? But I can never decide which ones to use! It's terrible. And these people here working on Team Taylor ... don't put this in your article ... but HHH! They are all girls, and what do they know how about what looks hot on me? You know? I need a man's opinion Jason. A man just like you!" She led him into where her people had set up a rack of skirts, tops, pants. In boxes and all over the floor were heels and boots of all sorts. Taylor started laughing." My life is so ridiculous! Isn't it? I mean ... all this stuff! All I need to do is choose, and I cannot do it! Jason, my man. I need you." She leaned in, putting her adorable blue eyes right on him. And then she smiled. "Help me decide, Hun. Help melee. Please?" Well...to be perfectly blunt, it didn't look like he was going to get an autograph. Hell, it seemed like Taylor hadn't evenheardhis embarrassed, stumbling request if the way she reacted was anything to go by; that was, complete and utter disregard for anything he might have said. It was probable, given his stumbling nature, that she just hadn't heard him; that must be it. In his conversations with her thus far, she didn't seem to be the kind of woman who just ignored people, so...yeah, that must be it. He must not have made himself clear enough when requesting it, that was all. He'd try again in a minute...but then, what if she had heard, and had deliberately not acknowledged it? Would he come across as desperate, begging for her autograph? He suppressed a grimace. The last thing he wanted to do when faced with his idol was come across as some pathetic, wheedling little sycophant who scraped and begged for the slightest scrap of attention. He actually did, despite what some people believed, have a little bit of pride, and he wasn't about to start whining because somebody hadn't heard him, or decided to ignore him. He was a mature adult, and so he handled it like a mature adult should; he just ignored it. Did as she did; pretended it never happened. She probably just didn't hear him, so there was really no need to get worried or annoyed over it. To make an issue of it would just be stupid and immature. Besides, he had something far more important to worry about; namely, that she had offered him something far more unique than a simple autograph. He stood there, slightly dumbstruck over the suddenness of her offer and just what it entailed; he would be entering her wardrobe (or bedroom or wherever she kept her clothes; he wasn't as filthy rich as she was, so he had no idea where rich people put their outfits) and watching as she modelled different costumes for him, costumes that no other fan had likely ever seen before, and asking his opinion. His. As ifhismattered somehow. It was a staggering offer, and one that he could hardly say no to...but then, would he really be qualified to offer his opinions? She might have an issue with her team being "all women," but then, he hadn't the foggiest idea on what looked good fashion-wise, he had no idea what she was looking for in an outfit, he had no experience in "Showbiz," he had no idea what he was doing when it came to catering to her carefully cultivated public face, and he genuinely had no idea what did and didn't suit her. What if he fucked up somehow and caused a big scandal over his choice of one of her outfits? Or what if he picked the wrong thing and somehow offended her? Unlikely that he would be the sole cause of a huge, career-shaking shitstorm, but he wasnervousdamnit, and being a nervous pessimist cannot good position to be in! Of course, all of this was rather moot considering that he didn't really get much of a choice in the matter at all. Even as he was formulating some kind of response, she - evidently having already decided that he was going to accept her invitation - turned and just...strode off, further into her place. He blinked sharply in surprise and then after a moment, almost on autopilot, followed after her for lack of anything better to do; just turning around and leaving without a word? Well, that would just be rude. Besides...misgivings aside, how many fans honestly got this opportunity? He swallowed down his nerves, and forged ahead, following her into a nearby side room, where several long racks of clothes and outfits were slotted, with various piles of differently sized and shaped boxes were strewn in various piles. He blinked a little at the huge selection - she had more pairs of shoes in this one room than he hadshirtsin his entire house! - then looked at her, suddenly fixed to the spot with those piercing blue eyes. He didn't answer for a moment, as mesmerized by those gorgeous, all-consuming eyes of hers, before he managed to snap back to reality with a sharp jolt. "U-um. I'll...do my best, Miss Swift," he said uncertainly, looking around the room. "Where...where do we start? There are an awful lot of outfits here, a-and I wouldn't know how to even begin...y'know, sorting through them..." He cleared his throat a little awkwardly, a flush creeping up his neck as he managed to tear his eyes away from hers. He'd been staring, he realized, like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck. Jesus. The flush rose a little further up his neck. He needed to get hold of himself, and quickly, or he'd just make a fool of himself. Alas, that was easier said than done. Taylor saw the awkward tension rising up over him. Oh, this was too easy, she thought. Toronto easy! She smiled a little more flirty, her eyes popped wider, her tongue flashed across her lower lip. This guy was such a regular dude. Overwhelmed. Not another celebrity. Not used to being around one either. Was this the one she was looking for? Maybe. Yes, definitely maybe." So you saw the show. What kinda outfits from tonight caught your attention? You know, like, as a guy? See I need to get the guy perspective. I am worried about keeping that sex appeal thing like on the edge, right? And please, you cannot EVER write about this! Promise me. But I'm just worried about keeping my male audience happy. The girls, they will be with me no matter what, I think. But the fellas. That's half the population." She went over to a stack of shoe boxes, flipping lids off them and shaking her head. "I have been on stage and online for a long time, Jason. Guys are getting used to seeing me. I'm not NEW for them anymore." Taylor sighed and peeked over at him to make sure his attention was right where she wanted it: all on her. Oh, she wondered, should I stop? He seems like such a sweet, dorky guy. She ran her fingers along some dresses hanging from a rack. Examining them." You probably think this is all kinda ridiculous, right? Pretty rich girl whining about her sex appeal. Sounds pathetic, but I am not going to pretend like sex appeal isn't a big factor in my success. Don't you think? Tell me, from a guy's perspective, how much of me is about the dancing and the outfits and the body?" She looked over at him, leaning closer -- showing some vulnerability and some cleavage -- wanting to hear his honest opinion." Can I still keep guys interested in me?" This was all getting to be a little too much for him to handle. Being dragged into Taylor Swifts wardrobe was enough to get him staggering over his words like a drunken foreigner who'd only learned the language the previous day, and being invited to watch her try on new outfits was almostcertainlygoing to cause him to have a little bit of a meltdown when it finally sank in that that's what was going to happen - he hadn't fully processed that little tidbit, and he didn't intend to until the last minute; he had a feeling that drooling on her carpet wouldnotset the best precedent for his opinion - but her talking so brazenly about her "sex appeal," and how hard it was to stay relevant without flashing too much thigh? That almost did it for him. See, he did have ahugecrush on her - he would be lying if he said he didn't - but that wasn't why he stuck with her music, and honestly, he didn't think that he agreed with her assessment. There were a lot of reasons why she was so huge in the music industry, and speaking as a male fan, well...he couldn't say that he identified with her reasoning. He liked her music because he, quite frankly, liked her music. It was as simple as that. In fact, a big part of why herespectedher so much was that she didn'over-sexualise herself for publicity; she was an adult and far from innocent - and she did enough to make that clear on stage and in interviews - but she didn't lay it on thick, and always kept it low-key...at least, she usually did. It was hard to think straight when he had her cleavage staring him in the face. He forced his eyes to remain on her face. She had a problem, obviously, and she was asking his opinion. Serving on her accidental flashing of cleavage was not about to make him popular...even if he had secretly fantasized about her body for about as long as he'd had hormones with which to fuel his fantasies. No, he didn't like her because she was hot, but come on. He was allowed to think she was attractive independently of whether he liked her music or not, right? He shook himself, and forced himself to focus on the task at hand, his eyes remaining - with a Herculean feat of will, or at least it felt that way - riveted to her face. A quick peak was tempting, but he was not a lecherous pervert. Well, not publicly, anyway. "I-I might be the wrong f-fan to ask, Miss Swift," he said, flushing a little at just how nervous he sounded. "H-honestly, I think your success...kind of comes from the relate-ability of y-your songs. I-I think..." He paused, gathering his thoughts a little. Maybe he could make it throughonesentence without stammering, no? He steeled himself "I think that...people respect that you haven't, y'know, gone...'off the rails' and sexualized yourself, like Spears or Miley." In fact, a very big criticism people had of Cyrus was that she'd sexualized too quickly, disregarding her responsibility to her younger fans. Of course, just leaving it there felt somewhat...dishonest. He flushed again. "I-I mean, being as attractive as you are an impact, and...and, well, your male fans do appreciate your more...suggestive...moments, but..." He looked around, as if looking for help. How to phrase this? "I-I think we appreciate them...because they're subtle. B-brief moments of suggestiveness. L-little looks. Provocative but not i-inappropriate outfits." He thought back to the show, and her outfits; specifically, the ones that stood out to him in his memory, the ones that had him imagining certain...certainotherposes she could be pulling. He coughed quietly, and actually blushed a little. "Like...like your tight shorts, or...or the elegant split-thigh dresses, or that leather ensemble y-you pulled out for a few songs-" That leather outfit was by far his favorite. So tight, and so...so revealing, without being overly so. Hugging her form, showing off her shapely, long legs...the curls of her hair... Remembering it - and the pictures he had taken of it - made him want to shudder." A-all of them were...they all looked good on you, w-without being overly sexual. Th-that's what you need to keep doing...keep...keep teasing. Keep suggesting, subtly, and keep writing songs that people identify with...and people will stick with you." He shuffled his feet. "I, um... I've been a fan for almost a decade, and...well... I've never stayed because you're attractive. I-I mean, you are! You're gorgeous!" He blushed crimson; he was making a hash up of this. He was starting to ramble. Furthermore, he needed to hurry along, andextremelyquickly. "B-but I kept listening b-because I like your music...because you come across well, in interviews. Y-you being suggestive and...and sexy, well...they're j-just bonuses. I-I don't think you should, y'know, start laying it on thicker. I-I think the balance you have now is perfect. It's just...finding outfits that help with that balance..." He trailed off lamely, looking down, embarrassed. He'd rambled way too much. Furthermore, he risked a glance up at Miss Swift, blushed, then looked away. She likely already knew all of that - he didn't really feel all that comfortable telling her about her own business - but...well, shehadasked, right? He just hoped that he hadn't overstepped or anything. Being escorted out by two big burly security guards would be...less than good. Oh, the stuttering. He kept doing it! Taylor had sealed herself off from large doses of this kind of thing. Nervous fanboys were part of her life, of course. She interacted with them every day. But such moments were always brief, and always occurred around a crew of people and security staff. She couldn't take the time to enjoy those. But here, here was Jason the cutie, stammering away like a teenager talking to a stripper. So, so, soon cute. He was trying so hard not to say the wrong thing about her and her music and all that she had achieved on her talents -- all the while sneaking peaks at her tits. It was a blast. Celebrity guys were much too cool around her. They never let her see the little horny boys hiding beneath the surface. With that Jason kid she had pure nervous silly adoration. It was cute ... and well dammit ... arousing." You're so easy to talk with Jason. You, I don't know what it is. But right from the start when you began your interview, it was like, I don't know, so relaxed and easy, like talking to a guy from back home. No show biz BS with you, that is so ... refreshing!" Taylor smiled and made sure their eyes locked for a couple of seconds before stepping around behind him. She slid a hand down his shoulder and upper arm as she moved by him. She walked over to a different rack." Oh, listen to me. Still complaining about how terrible it is being a superstar performer. I am such a LOSER!" She laughed at herself and shook her head. She lifted one bare foot and put it back down on the carpet just on the toes." You are a doll for listening to me whine this way." She exhaled. And wiggled her foot and almost imperceptibly shook her ass. He might notice it but he might not. Or maybe he would just imagine that he saw it." I think there are a couple of dresses here, new ones, split thigh. Hmm mm, yeah. Here. Black and French! This is the kinda thing you like, isn't it Jason?" Taylor pulled it off the rack and wiggled it in the air. It glistened off the light as she made it dance." It is nice, now that I look at it." She smiled. Examining it with her expert eye, imaging how it would accentuate her long, lean frame." I think I need to try this on. Yes, I do. I must!" Taylor headed for the next room, then stopped and turned. "Oh, honey, favor? Pick out a pair of heels for me. Something sexy. Something you think will be perfect for me on stage. You know, the kinda shoes that would stop a guy like you cold!" Then she hopped off into the next room, kicking the door closed part of the way but not all the way. Jason had to concentrate hard to avoid trembling on the spot as Taylor practicallycaressedhis arm, her fingers gliding along his skin as she stepped past him, a hand that was probably intended just to steady herself and ensure that she didn't push past him or knock him off balance...a casual gesture, to be sure, one that she probably didn't think anything of, but to him...to him, it was an electric current being passed through his body, her fingers giving off sparks that lit his nerves on fire and sent a small, barely controlled shudder through his body. He'd always had a crush on her, obviously, and now that he was alone with her, his imagination was starting to take over...and small little touches like that, touches that were enough to send his head spinning with the deliciousness of them, were not helping. It meant nothing - less than nothing - but...well, everybody knew how it felt when their crush looked at them, or smiled at them, or touched them...how it primed their body for more contact, made them crave it, made them tremble in excitement at the prospect of another as the object of their fantasies came within a hairs' breadth of them, the distance for that one instant suddenly of intimate narrowness...and then the moment passed, leaving you aching for more. It was all he could do to take a steady, slow breath inwards to avoid staggering, his eyes slipping closed for a moment before he felt sturdy enough to turn around. She moved quickly, he'd give her that; he hadn't even really been paying attention to what she was saying with the effort of keeping a relatively straight face, and by the time he caught up with what she was saying - a self-deprecating remark about her being pathetic or a loser for complaining about her wealth and fame - he barely had time to open his mouth to object before she was moving onto the next thing. He shook his head to clear it, to try and catch up with her new line of conversation; what would being in a friendship with her be like? She seemed to move at a million miles a minute somehow casually, as if that kind of conversational speed was natural, whereas he...just kind of stumbled his way through complex thoughts like they were a minefield, and he was setting off every explosive in the nearby area. He only just managed to get a 'You're welcome' out in response to her implied thanks for listening to her before she was off again, looking through the clothes. Of course, Jason himself kind of missed a couple of minutes there; his eyes found themselves drawn to her long, slender leg being languidly exposed to the cool air of the room, and the small, natural shake of her ass as it settled on the carpet, and all thought fled for a good long time. See, it was one thing seeing those shapely legs, those agile hips and that toned posterior strutting about on YouTube or at a distance on stage, and quite another seeing it in person, in private, only a few feet away. He was acutely aware of a slightly uncomfortable tightening in a certain area, and he ruthlessly worked to suppress it before Taylor noticed. That, obviously, would be fairly awkward to explain and the last thing he wanted was to be thrown out by security because of an erection. That would be humiliating, to say the least. Thankfully, he managed to tear his eyes away just before she turned around - being caught staring at her (admittedly fantastic) ass would have beenextremelyimproper andveryembarrassing - and managed to catch a glimpse of the black, split-leg dress she was carrying before she disappeared into the room nearby. And then...panic began to set in. He had no idea what to do when it came to fashion and clothing, and he had no idea what kind of shoes might be acceptable for the kind of dress she was wearing. Something sexy, that would go with that dress? He tried to think. Red would clash, look out of place. White...no. Anything thigh-high was inappropriate for the outfit, so boots were out...really, he needed the pair of sleek, elegant high heels that fit the ballroom feel of the dress, but didn't make it impossible to move around. He scanned around quickly, searching the racks as the door swung closed and - as luck would have it - managed to identify a pair of sleek, simple-but-elegant black-strapped stiletto's sitting on a box nearby. Just imagining Taylor in them had his head spinning a little and his trousers tightening just a touch...so he figured they were good enough. Swallowing, he moved to the door and - without looking, just in case she was undressing - slipped the shoes through the crack. "U-um, Miss Swift? I think these...these might go well with that dress. Um... I'm not the best at fashion, though, so... I'm not certain." He grimaced. Could he sound any more pathetic? He shook his head as he set the shoes down just inside the door, then retreated back into the dressing room. As tempting as it was to peek through the door, or "accidentally" knock it further open...he resisted the urge. He might well be ruled by some of his baser instincts, but he wasn'tcreepy. Besides. He had no intention of being manhandled by a large black man in a security shirt tonight if he could help it. For one, as soon as the story got out, his friends would never let him hear the end of it, and he was not about to give those bastards the satisfaction! Even as she tried it on, Taylor wasn't sure if she liked this dress or not. It was fine, she thought. Well-styled. Well-made. Expensive looking. Sexy. No doubt about all that. But was it a wow dress? The more shows she did, the more years she performed, it was getting hard to WOW her crowds. They still showed up, of course, because the music was good. But could she still impress the fans, keep them talking? Make them still believe she was something special? She had it on and over herself when he sheepishly slid some heels through the open door. Stilettos. She smiled." Oh, thank you sweetie. Those are great! And you can come on in. I'm decent now. Bring 'em to me, would you please?" She looked at herself in three of the full-length mirrors set up around the changing room, wondering how this look would be on stage under all the lights? Hammer. She twirled a little and danced. Was this dress right for her? And the stage? And the photographs? Jason liked it. And so if she wanted a regular guy fan's opinion, then here were his. Worth paying attention to." Come have a seat, Jason." There were two cushioned benches in the room. She took the one near where she had dropped her previous outfit." So ... tell me about yourself. I feel like you know all about me, but I don't know anything about you!"

Swift Escalation [ PT x Vergil Tanner ]|rating:4.0

Neverending Dungeon - Generic

The air surrounding you fairly hum with the residue of magic, an aftereffect of the spell that brought you to this place. A quick glance reveals that you are in a cramped, rectangular room, devoid of any life save for yourself. The sound of dripping water can be heard faintly, and the stone walls are slick with moisture. In complete defiance of logic, a torch is already lit, resting in a bracket by the sole door visible in the room. Map:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_ 1||||| 2||G||| 3||||| [/table] There is a door at D-3, east side. Unless otherwise mentioned, all doors are sliding metal. DM notes:Spoiler Hide 1, 6, 14 'RIC (get it, it's short for Generic, ha) stands, stretches, gets pissed, takes note of his inventory, opens the stopper on the flask, pulls the 10' pole out (don't ask), pushes the torch out of its holder with the pole, extinguishes it (dark vision FTW), casts Mage Armor, then pushes the door open with his (non-conductive because I did my homework) pole.((how do you want to track mage armor? It's a 2-hour duration.))stats Spoiler Hide HP: 10/10 AC/Touch/FF: 15/11(15)/14 (4 armor, 1 DEX) In hand: 10' Pole // empty Effects: Mage Armor Spells: 5/4/1 Let's see here... Your pole sets off the web of concealed copper wires on the door, a fact I think you know very well Mr. I Did My Homework By Taking Peeks At The Answer Sheet (). What's the range of your dark vision? Also, subtract two minutes for each time you take 20. Subtract a minute every time you enter and exit a room. Seem about right? 2 minutes on a take 20 seems right, since it is in essence 20 attempts at something. 1 minute per room is fine too. It seems a bit long, but for ease of tracking, I accept. My dark vision is the standard 60'. Well, the room timer was so you wouldn't have to track time spent in the halls. Opening the door reveals a hall running to the north and south.To the north, it runs for twenty feet before turning west. To the south, it runs for forty feet before turning east. Starting with the square on my side of the door, I prod at and push on each square with the pole before continuing. I'll head north, stepping over any trip wires. Several questions that may or may not be relevant now or in the future. How hard are you pushing? Are you exerting enough force to equal or exceed a halfling's weight, or not? Are you searching five feet or ten feet in front of you? Are you searching the walls and any ceilings you can reach? 10' in front, pushing hard enough, not checking walls and ceilings though I'm looking at them (reactive spot checks but not search checks). You find a tripwire to five feet to the north and five feet to the south of the door you opened. (Surprise!) At the bend, you see that the hall continues for sixty feet before ending in a northern bend. Forty feet down the hall, a south-running corridor joins with it. Fifty feet down the hall, a north-running corridor joins with it. Code: | | -Sgt; -------------------- | If it's like that, then I take the first north turn. Code: | | --------------------Lt;- | You're at the arrow. That change anything? Turning south Spoiler Hide Hi! I'll be taking over for your regularly scheduled DM. A couple questions: do you want to roll all saving throws/skill checks (like listen, spot, etc.)? Would you like to use a simplifies Initiative system (basically, leave out the die roll? Whoever's modifier is higher goes first)? You see a long hallway that continues past where you can see. You roll reactive spots and listen, I roll saves, we roll initiative. Continue down the hall. After going about 50 feet you find a trip wire, and manage to not set it off. Another 40 ft down the there's a westbound corridor joining with it, and 10 ft after that the hallway turns east. Take the east. Turning, you realize that the hallway only goes 5 feet before turning north. Moving down it, you find a trip wire, and once you reach the turn you can see the corridor continues 20 ft before it intersects with an eastbound hallway, and then continues another 20 ft before it turns east itself. Take the second east. ...but I look down the first east as I did the previous west hallway (just need to know what I can see within 60'). The first east is a simple dead end. The second leads to a door. How far down? I'm still going the same way, second east, but I'm trying to map the dungeon. Who's my DM? Sorry, missed this one. The dead end is after only 5ft. The second goes 10 ft, and has a door on the northern side at the end as well. Still waiting on the info on the last westbound hallway I passed. Then I'll open the door. The western hallway extends past 60ft. Originally Posted by chilepepper Still waiting on the info on the last westbound hallway I passed. Then I'll open the door. .......... The door is covered with what appear to be tripwires, which you've triggered. Listen check. Can't get to my sheet right now, I think my listen is pretty low, maybe negative. I'll roll a d20 and if it's nowhere near possible making it, we can move forward.(1d20)[13]+3 You hear bells, as if ringing on the other side of the door. I'll back up 5' and say "Hello?" There's no answer, and the bells stop shortly after you step back. Alright, I'll head back and go down that last westbound hallway. I'll take the first left turn I come to, if applicable. Any other hallways I pass, I want to look down and know what's within my 60' field of vision. At the end of the westbound hallway, you have a choice. The hallway itself turns north for 10ft, then turns west again. On the other hand, in front of you is a door. Listen at the door, then open it with my pole (how I open doors by default) if I hear nothing.(1d20+3)[11]edit: and how long is the hallway to the door? The hallway is 65 feet. Opening the door you see a room that's 15ft long and 10ft wide, with a single torch lighting it, and the door is in the upper right-hand corner. In the lower left, you see a man in robes, with glowing blues eyes. He appears to be reading a scroll, and as you open the door he quirks and eyebrow at you. Initiative:(1d20+1)[21] I predict he will go first, unless I get a surprise round.(1d20+1)[7] He casts a spell, and for a moment, the scroll glows with arcane energy. Your move. I need to know his position and exactly what other possessions I can see on him. Map.he has robes and a diadem. Spell craft(1d20+4)[20]to identify spell cast.(that'll identify the spell if it's level 5 or lower) It's shield. Baleful Utterance on his robes. DC17 Will or it Shatters. If it Shatters, DC17 Fort or dazed for 1 round and deafened for 10 rounds. How'd you get a DC 17?(1d20+4)[20](1d20)[18] Not that it matters. The caster laughs at you're puny magics, and casts a spell of his own.(1d4+1)[2]. If it hits, -4 STR. 10 + 2 (spell level equivalent) + 5 (CIA mod) = 17Usually I throw ability focus on there to make it 19, but I needed the feats for healing and HP. It's not the highest level 1 save DC I've had. I remember my DC24 30' cone of cold that entangles and does 1d6(IIRC) damage for 2 rounds, doable every round. Also, I need clarification on that attack. You said "if it hits" but there's no attack roll. Also, Spell craft(1d20+4)[22]to identify. Sorry, it's magic missile. Ah, I see. I thought that it was a 1st level equivalent. Also, how'd you get +2 CIA? There aren't that many races that I can think of that give that. There are 4 LA+0 races that give +2 CIA. Star Elf, Hell bred (Spirit), Lesser Basilar, and Spell scale. Magic Missile doesn't cause -4 STR. Fell Weaken Magic Missile does, though. Ready an Action to Eldritch Blast if he casts a spell. Make your attack, he's going to cast. Ranged Touch Attack(1d20+1)[7]Damage(1d6)[1]5' step east.edit: crap, please tell me he's casting color spray I don't think you can take both a standard action and a free action with the same readied action. In any case, your moved is useless, as the magic missile hits you, dealing(1d4+1)[3]damage. 5-ft steps are a specific exception and can be included in a readied action. Ah, in that case the wizard also follows you out into the hallway. Edit: also, how do you have 10hp? Warlock gets a d6, and Sorcerer gets a d4. For some reason, my online sheet reverted to a previous version (might have been user error). The stats were listed wrong, I fixed it. When I switched from the original build (warlock/cleric) to this one, I changed the stats to get +3 hp from Con and took slow for an additional +1. That way, I could heal back up to 5hp instead of the previous 4hp with Touch of Healing. Ah, yeah, sometimes sheets do that. Well, you're turned. Your mapped is confusing, I took a 5' step east back down the hallway (to N5), yet you have me listed as being in a wall in M4.((also, I put the Mage Armor on my sheet, for reference)) Ready an Action to Baleful Utterance when he attacks me (spell or otherwise). Sorry about that. Will(1d20+4)[6]Fort if necessary(1d20)[13]If at least the second is successful, cast magic missile again (1d4+1)[5]He's dazed for 1 round. He is dazed for 1 roundanddeafened for 10 rounds (and naked). Note, that's a 20% spell failure chance for verbal component spells. This diadem that he's wearing, it wouldn't happen to be shedding a "pure blue-white light" would it? No it wouldn't. I would demand he surrender, but I don't think he'll listen hahaha. Ready an Action to Blast when he does a standard action. He attempts to cast magic missile again. Roll readied action. (1d20+1)[10]touch attack(1d6)[6] Okay, that misses.(1d5)[2], 1 equals failed spell. If not one, take(1d4+1)[2]damage. Ready the same things assume he'll be casting another spell(1d20+1)[15]touch(1d6)[5] Lets see what happens;Concentration(1d20+5)[13](1d5)[2] Attack for ray of frost. (1d20+1)[2] [roll]1d3]/roll]It fails, and he's now at negatives. Detect Magic. NASA.text. Pocket the diadem. Move down the north hall that turns west. After you turn west, it goes 20ft, then turns north. After 80 feet, and one tripwire, it turns east for 20ft, then turns south for 70ft, and then turns east for 30ft, branches north, and then has an additional hallway north 10ft later. Both go them two same hallway, though, and the first simply has a dart trap and a tripwire. Both go north for 20ft, then west for 30ft, then north 20, then east 20. Ahead of you is a door, but the hallway does turn north, and continues for more than 60ft. Forty feet down that way, however, you do see an intersection with an eastern and western running corridor. Listen at the door, then go to the intersection. Need to know what I can see north, west, and east.I edited in the listen, you can roll it for me, so I don't have to double post. Listen check(1d20+2)[5]You don't hear anything in particular. Once you reach the intersection, you see that the hall continues east for 30ft. At the intersection, it goes east for 10 ft before thing north and south. It goes west for 50ft. Originally Posted by Tatar Listen check[roll0] You don't hear anything in particular. Once you reach the intersection, you see that the hall continues east for 30ft. At the intersection, it goes east for 10 ft before thing north and south. It goes west for 50ft. You mean it continues north for 30'? And are north and west dead ends? You're right, I meant north. And sorry, I don't know what I was thinking. For the northern corridor, it then turns east. For the western, it then turns north. I'll head west following the bend north. You head north for 30ft, then east for 30ft, and have a door on the southern wall. The hallway continues for 10ft before turning north. Listen at the door, then continue past it.(1d20+2)[19] You realize that this route will take you out of the dungeon, to the magic shop. You also know that you can go to the shop and return to the floor as much as you like. What do you want to do? Alright, let's go check out that last door. You open the door to find an almost completely empty 20ft(n-s) by 30ft room, with the door 10ft from the eastern wall. In the lower left-hand corner there is an extremely ornate chest. I'll have the Unseen Servant open the chest, I'll stay in the hall. As the servant touches the chest, it vanishes with an audible "pop". West, south, east to the 4 way junction. South. Hallway turns west, and there's a door on the east. Go west to the corner, then have the Unseen Servant open that east-leading door. Bump56789. You see a 20ft long room, with a fire in it. The wall is interfering with your vision though, and there might be more. Walk closer to see more, does the fire seem real (heat blowing out, etc.)? Yes. How much closer? I'll take it 5' at a time, moving my servant to the north when he's in the way. Ready an Action to B.U. an enemy's wielded item on Los. Roll int.(1d20+2)[18](1d20+1)[6] (1d20)[17].......... Even coming within 10ft of the door, you see nothing. What do you do? 5' by 5'. Will save DC 13. (1d20+2)[16]......................... As the wave of color washes over you, you are able to resist its influences. You find yourself faces with 2 humanoids, both flanking the door. Make a spot check. (1d20+4)[22]....................... Originally Posted by chilepepper [roll0] ....................... You realize that the one on the north of the door is an elf, and the one on the south has pointy teeth. Your move. A. Who cast the Color Spray? B. What are they both holding? C. What is the layout of the room, other than being 20' long, and where is each of them? The toothed one cast the spell, and holds a rapier. He is on the north side of the door. The elf is holding a long sword, and has a bow. He is on the south side. The room is 15ft n-s, and there is a fire in the center of the room. Did the toothed one move and then cast, or did my 5' movement cause Los to be established? Wait, 15' north-south. They were hiding? On either side of the door. And your movement caused it Los to be established. There is a lot wrong with that. First, Los would have been established as soon as the door was opened. Unless they were hiding, which they weren't. If they were hiding (and beating my Spot check each round), then my movement wouldn't have granted Los until I stepped into the room. If my spot check beat their hide check, it either happened during my movement, in which case I would have a standard action; or during their actions, which means my Readied action would have triggered. If my spot didn't beat their hide, but they stopped hiding, it would have been on their turn which would have triggered my readied action either immediately before or immediately after the Color Spray depending on what they did when they stopped hiding. Ah, but what if they had a readied action as well? And their Initiative was higher than yours.... which it was. Plus, readied actions don't work like you think they do. Plus, until the spell went off, total cover/total concealment, which obviate the need for hide checks. Believe me, I know readied actions in and out. If there's something specific you find wrong about what I've said, please point it out. If they had readied actions, it all depends on the stipulations of their triggers. Finally, unless there's something you haven't mentioned, there's no way both of them could have total cover or concealment. Arguably, if the door opened in, one of them could be behind it, but then I still wouldn't have Los to that one now. The other one can't have total cover or concealment. Right. They don't have total cover/concealment now. But, until you got close enough, they did. Once you established Los, the readied actions went off, in initiative order, which is why only one of them has gone. At the moment, it's your action. They can't have had total cover or total concealment at any point. If the room is only 15' north/south, and the door is in the middle of that 15', then they NEVER had total cover or total concealment. Do you need me to draw you a diagram illustrating that? Secondly, you are the one who doesn't understand readied actions. "The readied actions went off, in initiative order." That isn't how readied actions work. At any given time it is one of the three of our turns and that person CAN NOT have a readied action, period. Also, you said I got hit with a color spray, saved, and then it was my turn. If it became my turn after the color spray, then clearly it wasn't a readied action. You can't just say "what if they had a readied action?". If they're readied action is triggered, I will know it's a readied action. If you'll just honestly answer what they were doing from before I opened the door, then I can explain how things work, and I'll even show you the rules and explain why they work that way. Both of you had readied actions that went "when I see enemy, do X". You walked into their line of sight. Now both parties can see each other. So, his readied action triggers. Now, it's your turn to do something with your standard action besides moving, as you've already done that. And, what? Of course, they can have concealment. The room is 20ft long and 15ft wide, with the door in the middle of the 5ft. They are on either side of the door. You have neither line of sight nor line of effect to either opponent when you start moving down the hall. Or, can you see through walls? In that case, sorry, I wasn't aware. If I had an ability that let me see through walls, then I'd say "Normally you'd be right, BUT I can see through walls." Instead, I said you are wrong. Did you not, at any point in this conversation think, "Maybe I am wrong, maybe I should double-check the rules"? Total Cover If you don’t have line of effect to your target he is considered to have total cover from you. Total Concealment If you have line of effect to a target but not line of sight he is considered to have total concealment from you. Look, I have Los and Love. Okay, Mea Culpa. Umm...well then, starting from 30ft away, we'll do spot checks. To keep the insanity down, they'll be taking 10, which gives them a modifier of 15 for the elf 20 for the other. Please roll all spot checks until you reach 15 ft. They don't need to roll spot checks because I'm not hiding, nor could I since I don't have cover or concealment.(1d20+4)[16]30'(1d20+4)[20]25'(1d20+4)[13]20'(1d20+4)[14]15' Those are their hide rolls. After going 5 ft, you see an elf, using the description I already gave. Assuming you BU, please specify the item you target:Will:(1d20-1)[0]Fort(1d20+2)[14] This was the original description of the elf. Originally Posted by Tatar The elf is holding a long sword, and has a bow. He is on the south side. The sword is in his hand, I BU the sword.edit: The elf is on which side of the door? Post 99 and 101 conflict. Northern side. What's the fort save DC? 17, he failed. Will save DC 13, please. (1d20+2)[4]................. Ouch, natural 2. You're unconscious for(2d4)[2]rounds. Hamm..... You take(2d4+2)[9]damage. Fort save DC 10+damage or die. Next round, You take(2d4+2)[7]damage. Fort save DC 10+damage or die. What from? Coup de grâce's from a dagger. No, I mean what knocked me unconscious? Ah, it was a spell. Color spray if you must know. Which has a range of 15'. I am unaffected. Unless the opponent uses its move speed to get within range. Considering that you can't do anything against it, I did neglect to mention that fact. If the opponent moved, I would have seen it and you should have told me. Since you didn't tell me, I can only assume he didn't move. Can I start doing things without telling you? Sorry, I didn't realize that I needed to okay my monster's movements with you. Especially since it was his turn, you can't do anything. After the save, I would have described what happened, anyway. Originally Posted by Tatar Sorry, I didn't realize that I needed to okay my monster's movements with you. Especially since it was his turn, you can't do anything. After the save, I would have described what happened, anyway. You didn't, you went right on with coup de grâce, and I wouldn't have seen him move after the color spray, so why ask me to save, then take two more rounds, before you tell me I saw him move?Your monster cast color spray. Then, when I mentioned it wouldn't be in range, you changed the monster's turn to include movement. It's no different if I say, oh, you color sprayed, well my ready action trigger was actually "when I get color sprayed" so I BU him instead. How about instead of color spraying me, you make it, so there was an open pit, out in the open, that I fell into. You don't have to OK your monsters turns, but you have to tell me what my character experiences. And you really can't just back up and change things whenever you want. I didn't include it at that point, but that's because it really wasn't necessary. You couldn't do anything, and you're pretty much assured to be dead. Sorry for not going into total detail, I guess you'll garnish my wages. It's true, I couldn't have changed anything. You are the one who volunteered to DM, if you aren't will to actually do it, why waste players time? It is your job to describe what the characters experience to the players. You STILL haven't done that. You've already screwed up the Los/Love rules. Furthermore, you screwed up spell range rules. Now you're screwing up Coup de grâce rules. You're right, I'm assured to be dead because I signed up for a DnD 3.5 game and I ended up playing in a "I'm going to make things up until the player is dead" game. How am I screwing up the spell or the coup de grâce rules? And yes, I screwed something up. Wow, I'm not perfect, what a surprise. You screwed up the spell range because you hit me with a 15' range spell from 25' away. You now say he actually moved, but you still haven't told me how far. He neglected to mention explicitly that someone moved when the details of it really didn't matter. That hardly seems worth the fuss you're raising about this. First, the details do matter, but I can't count on things not being reconned to go exactly the way the DM wants it to, despite the rules, so I'm trying to get all the information I should have gotten originally before I point out more errors. Second of all, I fail to see why it's your place to voice an opinion in a game thread in which you are neither a player nor a DM/GM. Douglas is a player with experience on this floor, Tatar is your DM, the monster had movement available, you failed your will save. The end. You're not the first to get a death by color spray, and I doubt very much you'll be the last. It's not worth the fuss. If you need more of an explanation than that: it's a monster with enough intelligence to know that its spell has a 15-foot range, and wouldn't cast it just to give you a show. There's no excuse for it to do so, and its tactics are outlined very clearly for Tatar. If you want to submit a new character, by all means, go ahead. If you'd rather have me as your DM, that's fine too. But Tatar is doing me a service by helping out, and I'll thank you not to disparage that fact over slight misunderstandings. Yes, it's good that you pointed out the proper rules, but it'snot okay to all but mock him. Nobody likes losing, but it's no excuse for bad manners. All I want to know is the movement I should have been told about originally. How many times do I have to ask? It makes a difference, but I guess just like the Los/Love, I have to spell it out. If the monster moves to 15' and then color sprays, then it has to move again next round to be within melee range. Since Coup de grâce is a full round action, it is only going to get one before I wake up, NOT TWO. If it moved within melee range and then color sprayed, I'd get an AOO. Now, if I had been color sprayed and died, there would be no reason for 'bad manners'. The fact that I've had told my DM he was wrong about Los SEVERAL times and finally draw him a picture instead of him looking up the rules, and now I have to ask SEVERAL times for the description I should have gotten originally SEVERAL times is just plain ridiculous. Very well. In my opinion, he moved to the range of his spell, color sprayed you, and then you fell unconscious. He's 15 feet away. He was also being generous with those CDGs I think, since one should have actually been a bow shot to the face for(3d8)[6]. There's the movement for you. Do you have some way for it to make a difference? The elf couldn't CDG me. He was dazed for one round, would have to draw his bow the next round and move to be adjacent, then I'd wake up. Agreed? Ah. I should really have read the entire section. That looks to be correct, so the actual order of events would have been something else entirely. Blind/stunned:(1d4)[2](1d20+2)[13](1d20+3)[6](1d20+2)[17](1d20+3)[15](1d20+2)[8](1d20+3)[4](1d6)[6](1d8)[3](1d6)[3](1d8)[8](1d6)[2](1d8)[4]There might be more following this. Your AC is, I believe, 5, for the first two attacks. 14 -5 dexes, -2 blind, -2 stunned. You then regain your DEX bonus, bringing your AC up to 10. They should have one more round to fire off attacks, but I thinktwentyseventeen damage is enough to do what they tried to do in the first place. Do you have any issues with this order of events? Is it my turn now? Not yet. You see that the one with the teeth is standing next to you with his rapier, while the elf is in the doorway with his bow.(1d20+2)[18]rapier vs stunned AC, for(1d6)[5](1d20+3)[21]longbow vs stunned AC + soft cover, for(1d8)[6]2 unconscious/blind/stunned + 2 blind/stunned + 1 stunned. It should be your turn now. There is yet another mistake, but at least this time it ACTUALLY doesn't make a difference. I am dead and all it took was for Tatar to mess up three times in a row. Sucks that I made the Will save originally, before I realized how messed up everything was. I hope he's a little less bull-headed about it in the future. The air surrounding you fairly hum with the residue of magic, an aftereffect of the spell that brought you to this place. A quick glance reveals that you are in a small room, devoid of any life save for yourself. The sound of dripping water can be heard faintly, and the stone walls are slick with moisture. In complete defiance of logic, a torch is already lit, resting in a sconce near the room's single door. Map:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_ 1||| 2||G| 3||| 4|||[/table] There is a door at C-4, south side. DM notes:Spoiler Hide Sheet. Alright, here's the plan. I'll summon swarm (spider or rat, but probably always spider) to set off traps (they are heavy enough for pressure plates, I checked). The swarm is out of my control and I believe they seek the nearest prey, but they are dismissed as soon as I stop concentrating (not Cone+2rds) so if they turn on me, I'll stop concentrating. If there's something wrong with that assumption, let me know. The Unseen Servant will open doors. 5 spells @ 1 hour each gives me potentially 5+ hours to clear a floor or at least find a safe room to sleep in (I've heard rumors those exist). If the duration expires, I'll wait until I need to open a door to cast the next one. The swarm damages creatures they share a square with so it isn't technically area damage. I shouldn't have to worry about the swarm and the U.S. interacting. If that's all good, then I open my flask so it starts filling, snuff out the torch (60' dark vision), cast U.S., have it open the door, and start summoning the swarms. Don't forget, swarms are 4 squares but not necessarily 2x2. If the hallway is only 5' wide, the swarm would cover 4x1 squares. If the swarm moves along the path I'm going to take, I'll follow it, otherwise I'll dismiss it and resummon. To speed things along a little, I'll travel following the wall on my left. It's as if I put my hand out and kept it touching the wall on my left as I walk. I'll take all left turns and open and pass through all doors on my left. When I come to a door, I'll back away up to 25' away from the door, but still within Los/Love. The U.S. will open the door, and I'll summon a swarm just inside the door. That should put most of the movement on autopilot. Also, if I get popped by a one time source of damage (like setting off a trap) but I'm still at or above 6HP, you can just tell me and keep going. Once under 6HP or if it wasn't a one time hit, then I'll heal or take some other course of action.edit: Question: If I make it to the stairway to the second floor / magic shoppe before clearing the dungeon, can I go to the magic shoppe activating the "save point" and then finish clearing the 1st floor? The save point is the start of the second floor. The magic mart is at the end of the first floor, near the exit. The two are not related. Okay, let's see here. You open the door without issue. Opening the door reveals a hall running to the south and east. To the east, it runs beyond the range of your dark vision. After ten feet, it splits north and south. After thirty feet, there is a door on the north side of the hall. After sixty feet, it splits north and south.To the south, it runs for thirty feet before teeing to the east and west. After twenty feet, it splits east. You go east, then turn north at the intersection, which runs north for twenty feet, then east for ten feet, then north for ten feet before teeing to the east and west. To the east, it goes on for fifty feet before turning south. After twenty feet, it splits north. After thirty feet, there is a door on the south side of the hall. At the bend, there is a door on the north side of the hall. To the west, which is the way you're going, it runs for thirty feet before turning north, and splits north after twenty feet. You go all the way to the end hall, then north for twenty feet before the floor falls out under your swarm. The hall continues for ten feet beyond the pit before turning east. How wide / long is the opening to the pit, how deep is the pit, and is there anything at the bottom? The pit is a five-foot square in a five-foot wide hall. It's twenty feet deep. There's some rubble at the bottom, but nothing else. Summon a swarm to check the other side of the pit, summon a swarm in the bottom of the pit while watching to make sure it isn't trapped. Assuming it isn't... I'm going to knot my rope and affix my grappling hook. Set the hook and descend. Use Rope DC 10 to set the hook - taking 10 for result of 15Climb DC 0, 4 checks - can't fail Shake the hook loose and toss it up to the other side. Use Rope DC 14 - taking 10 again Climb DC 0, 4 checks again - can't fail Continue. You continue north for ten feet, then east for twenty feet, then south for ten feet before opening a door on the east and summoning a swarm inside. The hall continues west for ten feet before turning south. How long are you going to concentrate on the swarm? Also, I presume you weren't actually going to poke your head inside to see what's in there, yes? I open doors if it's the path I would take. In other words, if I come to a door on my left, I go through it. A door on my right I ignore until I come upon it again with it on my left, which should theoretically happen eventually. The door was on your left as you walked. The U.S. will open the door, and I'll summon a swarm just inside the door. Yes? Duration, and is your US going to leave the door open? Ah, okay. The US leaves the door open. When I summon a swarm in a newly opened door, I continue concentrating on it long enough to determine if there's anything in the room and until that creature is dead or slumps to the ground because of 0 STR. Don't forget it's tremor sense. Additionally, I'll make sure and get the swarm onto every square of rooms before entering them. Spider Swarm stats, for your convenience Spoiler Hide Spider Swarm Size/Type: Diminutive Vermin (Swarm) Hit Dice: 2d8 (9 hp) Initiative: +3 Speed: 20 ft. (4 squares), climb 20 ft. Armor Class: 17 (+4 size, +3 DEX), touch 17, flat-footed 14 Base Attack/Grapple: +1/— Attack: Swarm (1d6 plus poison) Full Attack: Swarm (1d6 plus poison) Space/Reach: 10 ft./0 ft. Special Attacks: Distraction, poison Special Qualities: Dark vision 60 ft., immune to weapon damage, swarm traits, tremor sense 30 ft., vermin traits Saves: Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +0 Abilities: STR 1, DEX 17, Con 10, Int Ø, Wis 10, CIA 2 Skills: Climb +11, Listen +4, Spot +4 Environment: Warm forests Organization: Solitary, tangle (2-4 swarms), or colony (7-12 swarms) Challenge Rating: 1 Treasure: None Alignment: Always neutral Advancement: None Level Adjustment: — Combat A spider swarm seeks to surround and attack any living prey it encounters. A swarm deals 1d6 points of damage to any creature whose space it occupies at the end of its move. Distraction (Ex) Any living creature that begins its turn with a spider swarm in its space must succeed on a DC 11 Fortitude save or be nauseated for 1 round. The save DC is Constitution-based. Poison (Ex) Injury, Fortitude DC 11, initial and secondary damage 1d3 STR. The save DC is Constitution-based. Skills A spider swarm has a +4 racial bonuses on Hide and Spot checks and a +8 racial bonus on Climb checks. It uses its Dexterity modifier instead of its Strength modifier for Climb checks. It can always choose to take 10 on a Climb check, even if rushed or threatened. Edit: If it's just a room with no other doors, I'll make a mental note of it and continue on. I am leaving all doors open. Round 1:Spoiler Hide You know something is inside by the sound of surprised shouting. Swarm damage: (1d6)[2] Fort: (1d20+3)[13] If you continue concentration on the swarm, open the next spoiler. Round 2:Spoiler Hide Something comes barreling out into the hallway with you. It is quite large (though still medium-sized) and oddly rounded. Its skin is gray and wrinkled, and there is much too much of it even for the creature's great girth. It snarls at you, and... I need to see whether it made the first fort save. Forget the "if" part, just noticed that you said you would maintain concentration until it was dead. I assume that having an enemy in your face might change that, though. It attacks you, pawing at you with one of its clawed hands: [roll]1d20+5[/roll[for(1d4+2)[3]Do you want to continue concentrating on the swarm at this point? Further, too much celebratory bubbly for me, I think. Attack roll:(1d20+5)[24] How tall are the corridors?and do I get an AOO for the unarmed attack it just made? All ceilings are twenty feet tall unless otherwise specified. Reposting the question I edited it after you posted:Do I get an AOO for the unarmed attack he just made? That was a claw attack, not an unarmed strike. No AOO. Well, the attack hits, so Concentration Check to see if that ended my concentration involuntarily.(1d20+10)[27]DC 13 Oh, you needed 2 fort saves. One for the poison on the spiders turn and one for the distraction at the beginning of the creatures turn. Fort V. PoisonDistraction:(1d20+3)[14] Stop rolling high. Cease concentration5' step back Standard action-summon rat swarm on and behind the creature Swift Action-cast Blockade, creating a 5x5x5 block of wood between the creature and I, duration 3 rounds Move action-hide(1d20+3)[13]Rat swarm does(1d6)[5]damage The filth fever is 1d3 incubation, so there's no point in rolling the save against it as either it or I will be dead shortly DC 12 Fort save or nauseated at the beginning of it's turn DC 40 Jump check as part of movement to jump on the block, or DC 15 climb and a move action to pull himself onto the block Rat Swarm Spoiler Hide Rat Swarm Size/Type: Tiny Animal (Swarm) Hit Dice: 4d8 (18 hp) Initiative: +2 Speed: 15 ft. (3 squares), climb 15 ft. Armor Class: 14 (+2 size, +2 DEX), touch 14, flat-footed 12 Base Attack/Grapple: +3/— Attack: Swarm (1d6 plus disease) Full Attack: Swarm (1d6 plus disease) Space/Reach: 10 ft./0 ft. Special Attacks: Disease, distraction Special Qualities: Half damage from slashing and piercing, low-light vision, scent, swarm traits Saves: Fort +4, Ref +6, Will +2 Abilities: STR 2, DEX 15, Con 10, Int 2, Wis 12, CIA 2 Skills: Balance +10, Climb +10, Hide +16, Listen +6, Move Silently +8, Spot +7, Swim +10 Feats: Alertness, Stealthy, Weapon Finesse Environment: Any Organization: Solitary, pack (2-4 swarms), or infestation (7-12 swarms) Challenge Rating: 2 Treasure: None Alignment: Always neutral Advancement: None Level Adjustment: — Combat A rat swarm seeks to surround and attack any warm-blooded prey it encounters. A swarm deals 1d6 points of damage to any creature whose space it occupies at the end of its move. Disease (Ex) Filth fever—swarm attack, Fortitude DC 12, incubation period 1d3 days, damage 1d3 DEX and 1d3 Con. The save DC is Constitution-based. Distraction (Ex) Any living creature that begins its turn with a swarm in its square must succeed on a DC 12 Fortitude save or be nauseated for 1 round. The save DC is Constitution-based. Skills A rat swarm has a +4 racial bonuses on Hide and Move Silently checks, and a +8 racial bonus on Balance, Climb, and Swim checks. A rat swarm can always choose to take 10 on all Climb checks, even if rushed or threatened. A rat swarm uses its Dexterity modifier instead of its Strength modifier for Climb and Swim checks. A rat swarm has a +8 racial bonuses on any Swim check to perform some special action or avoid a hazard. It can always choose to take 10 on a Swim check, even if distracted or endangered. It can use the run action while swimming, provided it swims in a straight line. Incidentally, would you say that damage reduction applies to a swarm's attack? I'm trying and failing to find something definitive, though I'm certain-sure there's an answer in the SRD somewhere. I'm assuming so... A creature with this special quality ignores damage from most weapons and natural attacks. Wounds heal immediately, or the weapon bounces off harmlessly (in either case, the opponent knows the attack was ineffective). The creature takes normal damage from energy attacks (even nonmagical ones), spells, spell-like abilities, and supernatural abilities. A certain kind of weapon can sometimes damage the creature normally, as noted below. Swarm damage is none of those. I'll keep looking, but if I don't find a definitive NO soon, we'll have to let it slide. Aha, found the answer, and DR does apply Swarm Attack Creatures with the swarm subtype don’t make standard melee attacks. Instead, they deal automatic damage to any creature whose space they occupy at the end of their move, with no attack roll needed. Swarm attacks are not subject to a miss chance for concealment or cover. A swarm’s statistics block has “swarm” in the Attack and Full Attack entries, with no attack bonus given. The amount of damage a swarm deals is based on its Hit Dice, as shown in the table. A swarm’s attacks are nonmagical, unless the swarm’s description states otherwise. Damage reduction sufficient to reduce a swarm attack’s damage to 0, being incorporeal, and other special abilities usually give a creature immunity (or at least resistance) to damage from a swarm. Some swarms also have acid, poison, blood drain, or other special attacks in addition to normal damage. Swarms do not threaten creatures in their square, and do not make attacks of opportunity with their swarm attack. However, they distract foes whose squares they occupy, as described below. There we go. Fort saves, as necessary:(1d20+3)[8](1d20+3)[8](1d20+3)[9](1d20+3)[9](1d20+3)[10]*sigh* Nauseated, whew! Climb:(1d20+1)[5]2 rounds left on Blockade. Your go. If all I had to do was ask for you to roll low, I'd have done that a long time ago, thank you. Continue concentration for the 2 additional rounds unless he gets on top of the blockade.(1d6)[3](1d6)[5] He's going to vomit on you as his next attack. I hope you know that. Climb 1:(1d20+1)[17]Climb 2, if needed: (1d20+1)[16]He's up on the first try. Does he see me? I still have melee cover from him, so my hide is still valid. If he sees me, then I'll move 15' back and continue concentrating. If he doesn't see me, then I'll hang out there for one more round. Hang on, changed my mindedit2: never mind, I'll go with that: If he sees me, then I'll move 15' back and continue concentrating. If he doesn't see me, then I'll hang out there for one more round. Spot:(1d20+2)[17]White text. So yeah, move 15' back and continue concentrating. He doesn't get the AOO because I had cover. The rat swarm has a climb movement, so they have no trouble getting up to him. So he's nauseated once more. He moves up to you and vomits on the floor between the two of you. He hopes he hit your boots. My boots are tiny so they get a bonus to AC, oh, and they have arch support so they aren't flat-footed. Anyway, 5' step back and let the swarm do its thing. He looks injured right?(1d6)[2] Not a bit. Does that change anything? OMG, how high is his DR? Instead of letting the swarm do its thing, I'll stop concentrating, 5' step back, and EB him.(1d20+3)[18]vs touch AC(1d6)[6] A solid hit. He looks... angry. And somehow more intimidating. He steps toward you and claws at you twice.(1d20+5)[23](1d4+3)[4](1d20+5)[10](1d4+3)[7]Edit: That should be +6, not +5. 5' step and do it again(1d20+3)[22]vs touch ac(1d6)[4] Another hit. He looks even angrier, and even more intimidating. Rinse and repeat.(1d20+7)[18](1d4+4)[8](1d20+7)[9](1d4+4)[8] C'mon dice, papa needs a new pair of "I'm not dead" shoes5' step(1d20+3)[19]vs touch AC(1d6)[3] Another hit. He looks pretty badly injured, but also angrier and more intimidating (how many times do I have to say that in one fight?).(1d20+8)[26](1d4+5)[9](1d20+8)[12](1d4+5)[9] Apparently just that once more as I am dead. He vomits on your shoes for good measure, then contemplates why the world hates him enough that he contracted Filth Fever. Him having filth fever doesn't make me feel any better. DR 5 at level one?! I guess I have to abandon the Touch of Healing and go with DMM Persisted Vigor. I feel pushed to increase the cheese, but it may just be the freshness of defeat.Ah, well. Good game sir. Thank you. Yup. There are CR 2 monsters with DR 10, believe it or not.

Neverending Dungeon - Generic|rating:2.0

The Minotaur's Labyrinth (wolventears & LordLuck)

The knife was wrenched from Siberia's (hands, causing her head to snap up in surprise at the guard that now stood over her. She was on her knees, and she had been so close, the knife just inches from her breast, from meeting her love in the afterlife. The guard grabbed her by the arm, pulling her to her feet. She began to struggle, her fists coming to meet the hard leather of his chest plate. "No! Let me die! I would rather death befall me than to allow his hands upon my body!" she yelled at him. Her hollers brought another guard from the hall." She's gone mad," the first guard said as the second retrained her free arm, before slapping her across the face to shut her up. She whimpered as she tasted blood upon her lips. "We will take her to the king. He needs to know of this." Then began to pull her forward, but her struggles continued along with her rant. "By the God's, woman, if you do not shut your mouth, I will kill you myself." Her eyes widened at that, and she began to scream. "Do it! Kill me! Put me out of my misery!" It didn't matter if they hit her again, maybe this time it would be a killing blow. All she knew was that there was no life for her in King Minos' castle. There was no way she could lay with the murderer of her one and only love. The guard pulled a rag form his belt and stuffed it into her mouth before yanking her up and throwing her over a muscled shoulder. He placed her hands behind her back where one of his much bigger ones held them in place. The other held down her kicking legs. "She is beautiful, but not worth the time," he murmured to the other with a shake of his head. She wriggled against him as he carried her to the king's hall, but he was much stronger than her. She was unable to do anything but wriggle and squirm beneath his grip. Two great doors opened at the end of the corridor, leading to the king's thrown and there he sat upon it, his brow creased in a frown. "What is the meaning of this? Her screams could be heard throughout the castle," he said as the guard, none to gently, tossed her onto her bottom. The white gauzy gown she wore hitched up to her hips as she yanked the dirty rag from her mouth. Before the guard could speak, she did." I will not lay with you. I will die first, even if that means taking my own life," she stated too bluntly. As the words left her mouth, the Minos' face turned red as his anger rose." You would rather die? Even after I have given you such lavish things? Given you a home within my castle?" He had moved to a comfortable position to one of straight and tense, his hands gripping the edge of the throne's arm rests tightly. She clambered to her feet, her own hands turning into fists at her sides. "I want nothing of what you have to offer. I want none of this. What I want, you have taken from me. There is no longer anything in this world for me." Tears filled her eyes, close to spilling. Minos rose and stalked down the steps of his pedestal, stopping before her. "I will give you one chance to take your words back and agree to stay with me, laying with me whenever I please." His face was mere inches from hers, his dark gaze looking straight into her ice blue eyes. "Never," she said firmly and with vehemence. His hand shot out and gripped her throat, squeezing the air from her. Her hands gripped his wrist as she looked at him with wide eyes. "Then I shall give you your wish. But it will not be by your hands or quick and painless. You will feel every tear, every bite, and you will cry out for me to save you, but I will not. You have chosen your fate, Siberia." With that, he flung her backwards, and she once more landed on her bottom. This time she sucked down the air as she tried to soothe her starved lungs all the while her hands massaged her throat. "Take her to the Cretan Labyrinth. She will be dead within the day." Her eyes widened at his decree. The labyrinth was said to hold the vilest of beasts. Half man, half bull, the Minotaur fed off of human body parts. And she was to be his next meal. The guards picked her up, and she let them drag her towards the door. But not without a last word. "I may be ripped to pieces and eaten today, but it will still be better than sleeping with you, murderous king." The others in the room gasped and Minos' stride stopped dead in his tracks. He spun on his heel and stalked to her, a fist shooting out and connecting with her face. The world instantly turned black, and her body went limp in the guards' arms.------------Siberia awoke, her body stiff as she laid upon the hard floor. With a groan, her arms pushed her torso up. It hurt somewhat to open her left eye, where the king had hit her and when she touched it, she winced. It would be swollen for a while, not that she had the time for it to go down. She realized a second later where she was. Her hands and dress were covered in the red dust and dirt that covered the floor of the labyrinth and as her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she could barely make out a lit torch upon the wall some distance down the corridor. With a gulp, she stood. She knew there would be no way to find her way out but what else did she have to keep herself busy? After looking around, she started off in a random direction, not knowing if it were the right way or not. Her hand felt along the wall as she walked towards the lit torch. Her heart was beating heavily in her chest, and she wondered if it would jump from her breast at any moment. She stopped as a bare foot collided with something, sending it rolling along the stone floor. She looked down at the bones laying beneath her feet. Her eyes widened a split second before her mouth opened and released a blood-curdling scream. The scream could curl even his own, thick blood. For he had heard her. The large creature stirred into his own corner. He liked the corners. Daedalus had been kind enough to provide his lair with many corners and small holes where he could tug himself into and sleep while he awaited for his father's next heinous act. Well, not his true father. He knew it. Mother used to tell him that story. His own history, actually, for Pacific had been quite the lecherous queen to king Minos of Crete. So much had her loins burned for the White Bull of Poseidon that she confided to Daedalus to make her a way to mate and have the beast into her. And so, he had been born. And that had been his sin. His fatter. Asterion, she had called him. He loved that name, the Starry One, but no one but his Mother ever called him anything but the name of a monster. Minotaur, they whispered. Old women told their children and grandchildren the story about how he feasted upon human flesh... and what else should he feast upon, given it was only that what was offered him? He never really had much choice. Once Daedalus had finished the Labyrinth, it had become his home. Pacific cried herself to sleep, and so had him during the first years of his imprisonment. He had no company. He was not fed. Furthermore, he had to survive by gnawing on the corpses of even hunting down those thrown into his woman, but he preferred to speak to them. Mother had taught him that, but who would reason with a Bull like him? Most screamed like this woman just had. He sniffed the air. Gently, he rose from the corner he had been sleeping upon, throwing away the femur he had been using to try and carve him tales upon the wall. The place was ever dark, but his shape was tall and strong, darker than the darkness. A tall man was Asterion, his chest broad and strong, his arms thick and legs powerful like any Olympic champion would become. Still... his face was no men. It was a Bull's head, powerful and mighty, his horns piercing against the heavens as his eyes were dark. His skin was pitch-black as a Bull's leather would be, his fur dark as well. And so, he started to seek the noise. He had lived here for most of his life. He could pick up the patterns of how the cry had echoed abound each corridor, each hall and room. And so, he followed the echoes and reverberations. There was a woman here, he could sense her scent. It was a reek of fear. Despair. Grief. Siberia's hands flew up to cover her gaping mouth, stifling the scream. Her fear had gotten the best of her, and she had no doubt that the beast within these walls has heard it. She whimpered as she stepped over the skull of a man, the tears streaming down her face. What had she gotten herself into? All because she hadn't wanted to lay with the king. Memories of Dimitri's swan through her mind. The tears came faster, her breathing choppy as everything fell down upon her. Her back hit the wall, and she slid to the floor, her cries echoing off the surrounding walls. She buried her face in her hands as the sobs wracked her lithe body. She had loved Dimitri's so much. They were to be married, to live a long life together. They were to bare children and grow old while watching them grow and start families of their own, but Minos had taken that away from her. All because he had found her beautiful. More beautiful than Aphrodite, he had said. That day in the market, a terrible feeling had washed over her, much like one got when a bad storm was coming. She had stumbled into him, and he had been captivated. He had asked her to come with him, and she had nicely said no, she was to be wed to another. She had hoped the king, of all people, would honor that. But she had been followed home by his guards. They had attacked them. They slit Dimitri's' throat right in front of her before throwing her over a horse and taking her to the castle. She hadn't even been able to give him a proper buried. Not even giving him his coins for the ferry man. She had hopes that in killing herself, she would have been able to find him, but now, she didn't know what would become of her soul. Would the demon within these walls feast upon it, along with her flesh? She had no idea other than her eminent death. And now, her mind was beginning to break. The thoughts of Dimitri's, and her hatred for Minos were flooding her, causing the tears to spill harder than ever before. Her arms wrapped around her knees as she pulled them close and prayed to Gods she wasn't even sure could hear her. At this point, she was ready to welcome death, in any way that it fell upon her. The grief was just too much. And so, he followed the scream until it had all but faded out in mewling and wordless echoes. As a creature of the night, Asterion had learned how to walk unseen and silently along the corridors of the labyrinth. Some were as wide as the main avenues that cutter through Knossos, while others were smaller than alleys between poor houses. And he knew how to walk through them all. He knew already the best of the wilding paths, and had whole sections of the Labyrinth imprinted upon his memory. For he had been living him ever since Daedalus had finished the monstrous building that runner under the Palace of Knossos. King Minos was as vain as he was proud, so even the punishment for the bastard his wife had sired from a beast had to be grand. His sole crime was to be born, he could remember the guards catering between themselves before they cast him out here. Then he heard the sobbing. Quietly he scurried through along the walls. His feet - thankfully no bull's hooves, but actual human feet - gently prodded the cold stone ground as he could hear the breaking point, the panic and despair that washed over the woman - for in mere moments, he turned the corner to see a beautiful yet scarred young woman, crouched against the wall, her arms wrapping her knees against her chest. She cried as he had cried, so many times before, alone in the dark with no hope to endure. No need to endure. Not even the slightest of feelings and wishes to endure. He slowly appeared from the shadows, but he was a shadow himself. A terrible stain upon Minos' robes, his Mother once said as she cared for him as a child. Asterion could remember. He always remembered the corridors he had gone through, but even so... He stood tall and broad and powerful. No clothes had ever been given him, so he had grown heavy and large and thick down his loins too, his manhood shaped like the beast's that once mounted Pacific. His heavy balls dangled underneath, as he walked towards the girl gently, making little sound until he was almost above her, his eyes surprisingly gentle with sympathy. The sobs continued to run through as she realized how horrible her life had turned out. Her hands gripped her hair, as she held her head and when she took a deep breath, a musky smell hit her nose. It wasn't unpleasant, just unfamiliar. When she opened her eyes, which were aimed at the ground, they widened as large, dirty covered feet came into view. Her eyes lifted, taking in the corded muscle of legs, thick thighs, and she blushed when they drifted over the in between. His torso, as he was clearly male, was solid and ripped, wide and thick. Dark hair covered his chest, or was that fur? She gasped as she met his dark eyes. Eyes not of a man but eyes that stared down at her from a bull's head, thick pointed horns curved and shooting up towards the sky. She was ready for death, even hoping for it, but the sight before her frightened her, and she couldn't help the scream that ripped from her lips. She scrambled to the side, screaming again as her hands hit more bones, but she managed to rise to her feet before running in the opposite direction. Her bare feet pounded on the stone floor as she ran, her gown flowing around her. Many times she had nearly run into a wall, the turns sudden. After a while, she dared not stop, but looked back, so sure the beast was close on her heals. By turning, she did not see the rock jutting out form the ground. Her foot caught on it, and she fell forward, her hands going out to brace herself. With the speed of which she had been running, she was propelled forward with great force and her arms collapsed beneath the pressure. Her head hit he walls as she fell and all went black. Her limp body lay motionless, and the gash upon her brow dripped blood onto the ground beneath her.((IOC I can't pm you. E won't let me.)) ((IOC: I overstepped the forum's rules. It should be gone on until next Monday, where with a little kindness and a little luck I shall be restored. For now, my access is restricted, and I can't send nor read PMs.)) His scent was strong. As strong as any male's scent. There was sweat onto it, mainly what denounced his strong musk. But there was also more. A measure of rot and dried, caked blood, but nothing could actually be seen into his dark flesh. Head to toe, the beast was black as the starless night - which was quite an irony thinking his name given by his mother was Asterion. He followed her. He had not really thought she would gather enough courage to run, even that witless courage that had the woman fleeing blindly though the corridors of the Labyrinth. Had she not thought he knew every passage? Every fastest of ways? It was droll of hers. And more. Most simply stood quiet in shock. He followed her suit. His movements were quiet, but his very inhuman weight had his footsteps loud as he crashed them on the stone floor as he followed her. Don't run. He thought as he tried to speak it, but instead of saying words he uttered a loud and long mooing sound, like that a displeased Bull would utter before lowering his horns to charge. He followed her, but then, she fell. Furthermore, he knew she would, sooner rather than later. She was running and looking back at him, as if her stare could keep him at bay from reaching her. Once she fell, she bashed her head against the wall. And stood still. Asterion reached her." Foolish child.", he spoke into his bass voice, that so much sounded alike to that moo of his. Gently he knelt besides her, always naked, for no clothing the guards nor the prisoners had could endure against his muscled, ripped frame. He leaned against her, touching her. He could feel her warmth. Her limbs were so lithe and slender. She was such a beauty. What crime have you done, girl?, the Minotaur thought as he gently took her and lifted her from the ground, licking at her face with his large, rough tongue, cleaning her wound as he cleaned his. This place was as good as other, so he held her tight to keep her warm and, laid against the wall, whispering the carol songs Pacific used to sing to him before Minos took him from his Mother. She would be hungry when she woke. But she would not wake soon, and he could always find her. Asterion brought his new companion a long cape of rotten and moldy rags, but it served well as a blanket. And so, he covered her, letting her rest, bringing her a broken ceramic bowl filled with rainwater and scraps of the rat meat he had been drying against the sun. Such a humble meal from a Prince of Crete. Siberia stirred, a pounding in her head making her think it would explode. Her hands gripped it, fingers tracing over the gash in her forehead. Along with a swollen eye, she had a busted head. She groaned, pulling the blanket tighter around her. She froze, realizing what she was doing AMD wondering where the rotted stretch of clothe had come from. Also, sitting beside her was a cracked bowl filled with murky water and some pieces of dried meat. What kind of meat, though, she was not sure. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the dimly lit corridor, and she knew, a feeling washing over her, that she was not alone. Had the beast she had run from taken care of her, giving her the food and drink, and the feel blanket to cover with?" H-hello?" her voice cracked. "Are you there?" She wondered if he could even understand her. If he spoke her language. "My name is Siberia. I thank you for the food and drink." At the castle, she never ate or drank what had been given her, afraid it would be drugged, and she would wake somewhere she didn't want to be. Now, she was starving, after so long of barely eating a thing. Luckily, a maid had felt pity on her and had brought her bread every so often, so she hadn't gone completely without. But the lack of sustenance had taken a toll on her, and she was tired, both physically and emotionally. She picked up a strip of the meat and bit off a piece. It was bland but good. She picked up the water and drank deep to wash it down, wondering the whole time when the beast was and if her were watching her. He was there. He would always be there. Furthermore, he would always be here. For this was his home, his lair, his hideout and prison. Asterion knew no other place for him to be, after all. That make him grin wickedly, his square, bovine teeth glimmering yellow and white in the darkness. Her voice was so sweet. Melodic, even. She looked so beautiful. Sometimes, Pacific had told him that beauty could be as well a curse as foulness - and he knew it, for all called him an ugly, terrible beast."... Yes. I am here.," he told her with a grunt, his voice bass and ominous as he gently stood from the shadows, approaching her some, but daring not come closer without her first looking at him. Asterion knew better. She had screamed and run the last time - it could end even worse a chase if she fled once more. He showed himself for her, still naked and powerful and some might even call him handsome was not for the head of a bull he had." It is not much of a meal... but is the only thing I remember eating since... since..." Once, the Minotaur had loved apples. Apples were delicious and juicy, but he could not really recall their taste. Were they sweet? Watery or dry? He stood still naked, his powerful and proud bull hood dangling between his legs without any sign of shame. "My name is Asterion.," he told her, staring at her with his black eyes, trying to sound sympathetic." I... I am the Prince of Crete.," he told her once she was finished with the poor meal. He should have offered her more. Perhaps some gull? As he came out of the shadows, she stilled. She had not even been the least bit aware of his presence there. She put the ceramic bowl down, her hands gripping the blanket tightly. Her ice blue eyes were wide in her face as she looked at him, but now she was able to get a better view of what he looked like. Every bit of him was man, except for the bulls head atop his broad shoulders. He was muscles stacked on muscle beneath chocolate brown skin. Some places were covered in smooth, sleek brown fur, giving away that he wasn't just a mere human. And most of all, he was very naked, his manhood much larger and oddly shaped compared to an average man's. But then again, he was no average man." It- it is nice to meet you, Asterion." She smiled a little at what his name meant, but wondered if he even got to see the stars outside the labyrinth walls. "Will you eat me like King Minos has said?" It was a question she couldn't hold in. She needed to know. The being standing before her couldn't be as horrible as they said. He had fed her and kept her warm, and it seemed as if he were being cautious as if to not scare her again and send her running. Her head tilted in question. "You are a prisoner, forced here against your will, aren't you?" "You are wiser than your years, Siberia.," he told her with a queer look into his face. He had tried to smile to her, but knew that she would probably not understand nor actually see his smile as another man's might see hers. If she ever did so once again. She had grief into her, as strong as his own, perhaps. He could not tell without hearing the tale from her lips." I serve not King Minos, even though I am Prince.," he told her with a knowing nod." He did little to earn my loyalty.," he told her with his bass voice. There was sorrow on him. Too much, perhaps, for much had always been troubling him. He would have such a handsome face was him not a Bull's Head. His eyes looked down on the girl." I'll not eat you. I only kill and eat those that threaten me, or come to try and kill me. Every week King Minos sends those in this quest - the guards that had been found sleeping or glory hounds, too foolish to face me properly." He sat down beside her, unashamed of his current's state of nakedness. Asterion had never been scorned for that. Only for being who he was. He nodded towards her." Have you liked my meal?" She stiffened as he sat beside her, his very large and very naked body mere inches from hers. Her eyes were glued to the floor, the thought that it was rude to stare sliding though her head. "Minos never once showed you love?" It was no secret that Pacific had been mounted by the white bull, thus the fact that Minos had a hatred for the offspring brought no surprise. But it saddened her and brought pain to her heart. No child should have to go through that. She chanced a glance, turning her head to look over him. Even in a sitting position, she still had to look up at the beast, her head only reaching his shoulder. "I liked the meal. It has been awhile since I have eaten last," she answered his LST question finally as her blue gaze looked over the elongated snout and large nostrils. She had the urge to reach up and run her hand along his jaw, to feel the smoothness of the fur their, but she refrained, instead pulling the blanket down to her lap and folding her hands their politely. He nodded towards her." No. He has not. Should he?", he asked her in a rather inquisitive tone. "I do not think I would have acted that much differently." For Pacific had been mounted by the White Bull, willingly, going as far as to beg Daedalus for a contraption through wish she could be mated by the creature. Was him Minos, what should he do? He should have surely become the scorn of the whole court of Crete and beyond, as far as Troy and Athens and perhaps even in Egypt and Lydia he should be mocked and laughed at. It was a punishment that had been aimed much more at the cuckold that had made him, Pacific, his mother and Queen than an outright insult to Asterion himself. The Minotaur knew it, but would not forgive it. He could barely forgive Pacific for her terrible indiscretion."... I am glad you did.," he told her as he reached down towards her gently, moving his hand slowly so that he would not harm nor frighten her."... Can I touch your hair? Your face?". She was so fair. So beautiful. So unlike himself. He wanted to see her as he could better - with his fingers. For in the darkness of the Labyrinth, sometimes nimble hands were more useful than clever eyes. She felt a sadness steal inside her heart forth creature. He just seemed to want the interaction, yet Minos had scorned him and his mother had done nothing to stop it. But her eyes widened at his questions. It seemed he wanted to do the same to her as she did him. After thinking about it for a minute, she turned her body to face him. "Alright," she whispered, but she was sure his area could pick it up. Her hands were still in her lap and her legs were folded before her as she waited patiently for his touch. Somehow, she didn't feel fear anymore. She noticed he had raised his hand but held back to ask first, once again cautious to not scare her off. Even with a bulls head atop his massive shoulders, he seemed to be more man than the stories had let on. As she stood quietly in her place, whispering her concert, Asterion leaned against her to sniff upon her face gently, and surprisingly he was not feeling any more fear nor dread coming from the young woman. Or at least, nothing like that she felt earlier when first laying her eyes upon him. The Minotaur reached for her face gently, his large hands cradling her cheeks almost lovingly as those large bull eyes stared at hers, trying to read her more. His fingers brushed her hair gently, as well as he soft cheeks and forehead and pinky neat nose. He felt her neck and her ears and her mane."... You are truly gorgeous.," he told her finally." The last girl I touched was Pacific.," he told her with a half-smile. She had been wonderful as he laid off his fingers from her."... Would you like to touch me?", he asked her as if readying her previous thoughts. She giggled slightly as he leaned forward and sniffed her, his outlet of breath causing her hair to tickle her neck. His touch was soft and gentle, and a soft sigh stuck in her throat at the feeling. The way he harassed over her face reminded her so much of Dimitri's. Feather-light. When he moved back, she found herself moving forward with him, as if to keep his touch there. She caught herself and quickly sat straight, hoping he hadn't noticed. She nodded when he asked if she wanted to touch him, her dainty hand reaching forward slowly. Furthermore, she started at his shoulder, feeling the corded muscle beneath and slid up his neck. Her thumb caressed over his jaw before the rest of her hand followed. Her touch was just as light as her fingers ran over his cheeks, feeling the smoothness of his bovine fur. She moved up the side of his face, fingertips tracing over his ears before they slid up his thick, long horns, her fingertip feeling the tip. She moved her hand back down, another light caress over his cheek and jaw before she allowed to slide once more down his neck. It stopped on his chest, palm flat over his heart. She could feel the steady beat beneath. Her eyes met his dark pools before she pulled away, a blush reddening her cheeks." Thank you. You are also very beautiful in your own way." And indeed he was, all that muscle and hard flesh. Even his head was strong looking, envious of any bull who were to see it. She let her hand fall back to her lap. She looked down, her white teeth worrying at her bottom lip. Furthermore, she had wanted to keep touching, her hand sliding over other parts of his body. Dimitri's hadn't felt that way, and she didn't mean the fur. She meant the muscle, the hard compartment that was his body. Just those little touches, and she knew he was strong, that he could take on anything that Minos threw at him. She met his gaze again and gave him a small smile. "You really aren't the beast they make you out to be, are you?" At her comment, Asterion blushed. It was not shown over his face or features, for he was so dark that a blush would never even caress his face if it ever was to appear against him. Still, he snorted pleased at that. Siberia had just called him beautiful. Even if she had made that explanation, that he was beautiful in a way - the Minotaur grew much pleased with her words. She was calling him beautiful. No one but Pacific, his mother, had ever called him comely in any meaning. Minos called him abomination and freak and bastard, while most repeated his words in their own wickedly creative ways. The Bull, the Horned One... But not Siberia, as not had Pacific. He loved how her hands had pressed against his faces, but he had also noticed just how her own had followed his hands as he felt her up - and he liked that, albeit he was polite enough to discreetly ignore that reaction from the young woman so far. She had been touched and abused by Minos - or the King had meant to do so. She had unkind memories to that. He stared down at her, smiling on his own, a wide and pleased smile."... Yes. I am not the beast they tell tales about.," he told her as he smiled, leaning gently against the girl. She was so warm." Every three or five months, King Minos send word to Athens, and they send Crete seven boys and seven girls to be 'sacrificed' for the Minotaur.," he told her the story." They all end up killing themselves before I have to do anything. I hide on the corridors, stalk unseen and hear and watch. They always end up fighting each other for food, for glory and command, for leadership and for the girls.", he nodded." Few times they heard when I spoke. Fewer still they actually listened instead of trying to slay me for the glory of it." She listened to him as he spoke of the horror that Minos put him through. All those children... She remembered hearing about it, but she had had no idea it was children. Even if they had been teenagers, they were still children. But it seemed Asterion had been protecting himself if any had died by his hand. Her small hand reached his knee, squeezing it gently. "It is not your fault Minos hates you so. He is cruel, and greedy. Egotistical. If anything, he is jealous of you. Using that you are a beast as an excuse." And it was true. The king had killed her fiancé just to have her for his own. He had said boys and girls, but had actually meant much older young man and women. The young from Athens were actually on the flowering of their age, for Minos wanted only the most fair and strong and fit of them to try and come test their luck and mettle against the Minotaur. All the bones that littered the Labyrinth were from men as young as 16, but never younger. Minos didn't want to feed Asterion, but to slay him and torment him until he could no longer stand it. The beast smiled queerly towards the young woman. "... Jealous of me? Why could that be?", he wondered aloud with Siberia's words." Of the love Pacific nourished me? Of how she had scorned him with the White Bull, Poseidon himself?", he nodded with a wicked smile." That might be so.", he then leaned to touch her hand over his knee." Why send such a fair maiden against the Minotaur?" She felt warmth spread through her at his touch. "I'm doing he sent me here to slay you. More so as a punishment for denying his advances. He-" she choked on the words as emotion welled up within her at the thought of her Dimitri's. "He met me at the market and had thought me beautiful. He asked me to go home with him. I was engaged to the love of my life, so I nicely told him no. He didn't take it so well." She could feel the familiar sting of tears in her eyes as she spoke." His guards followed us home and slit his throat, stealing me away and taking me to his castle. I denied him and tried to kill myself. A life is no life without Dimitri's. The guards caught me before I could pierce my heart. It angered Minos that I would rather die than be with him, so, he banished me here. I think he was sure you would kill me. I am under the assumption he has never watched what has happened after he traps men and women in here with you." From talking to him thus far, it was obvious he wasn't the beast that killed and ate helpless people. Unless he were an extraordinary actor, but she doubted that. He seemed genuinely sweet and caring. Just a lonely man, locked away for being different. The beast-like man nodded to her sorrow, noticing her own was as great as his. He took his hand to scratch against his forehead, and they shook his head around. "No. King Minos mostly remains away until the guards that sometimes oversee us can look upon me and the captive from vantage points... specially when they are first... given to me, as he says." Asterion then shrugged, taking his hand to caress once more against Siberia's forearm. "I am sorry you must suffer from my... my stepfather's issues.," he told her with a sympathetic sniff, blowing gently against her as if trying to soothe her heart." Minos... also sends his lax guards here, or those that had failed in duty under his service. There are those that come armed and ready to slay me, but they find me more than a match.," he told her with another nod."... I shall protect you from any harm as I can.," he offered her, licking against her palm in a chivalrous vow. She shivered as his tongue, hot and wet, slid over palm. Heat blossomed inside her at what most likely was supposed to be an innocent gesture, but instantly, her body came to life. She pulled her hand away gently, a blush creeping up into her cheeks. "Thank you," she said softly, looking down at her hands. The heated response was surprising, and she felt bad for the fact that she felt it. Shouldn't Dimitri's have been the only one she felt such things for? He had been her one true love, right? She peaked up at him through the corner of her eye. Other than having a bull's head, he was still rather attractive. His body was strong, but he was kind and gentle. It all confused her. She yawned, her hand rushing to her mouth to cover it. She blushed again. "I, please tell me if I am overstepping boundaries, but is there a better place to sleep than laying against this wall?" She hadn't realized just how tired she was until that moment. Both physically and emotionally. Hopefully, these corridors had somewhere somewhat comfortable. If not, Asterion was indeed a very strong man.((IOC: you can email me @ [email protected] so we can talk about this if you are still unable to PM on E. or my yahoo screen name is arburns3 as well.)) The Bull than laughed, amused, at her comment. He looked up, towards the high ceiling and then towards either darker end of each corridor, nodding to both sides." Why, this is my domain, Siberia. My own Kingdom and Palace. If you'd like to share my very chambers, be my guest.", he told her with a booming voice, smiling. He had liked licking her. She was so soft and warm and supple to his advances. But should him? Siberia could also be like any of the other women that had come with the men from Athens and even with the soldiers of Minos."... Hold the blanket.," he told her, looking over to see her cover of dropped, sown together rags." There are more... cozy places, but most are all the same. Some corridors run miles as the same, while other change and twist into thousands of queer edges and curves and ways." He pointed to a rather curved place against the wall where he had laid her during her sleep. "That is one such room.," he told her with a smile. "There are others... like small chambers accessible through smaller doors.," he told her as he gently knelt besides Siberia." Would you want to see it?" She smiled up at him, another yawn stealing her lips. "Yes, I would love to see it." She would rather he shows her than venture off on her own. That would most likely lead to her death. Hidden traps and deathly chambers, she supposed. Gripping the sheet, she rose. Her body was sore and stiff, most likely from sleeping against the hard wall. Her arms stretched over her head, pressing the gauzy material of her gown tightly against her breasts. She stumbled slightly with the tension. "Goodness. I didn't notice how tired I truly was." "... It is distressful here. I'm always tired.", the Minotaur nodded towards her. He had stared at her, noticing her form, her body, the way she had to hold her garbs against herself not to become naked before him. Asterion had no shame, for none had really been taught to him. He walked around fully naked, showing his quite bull-like manhood - or should it be a man-like bull hood? In any case, his skin was fully black like leather, but actually simply skin, smooth and soft and hard given his muscled frame. Standing close to her, the Bull motioned to offer her his help to stand if she was too dizzy to go on."... Want me to carry you there?", he asked her softly. "It's not too far.", he nodded then, looking towards the bleak darkness of the halls. "I-" she blushed furiously as her mind went to thoughts of his skin against hers. Even as innocent as him carrying her. And he wasn't even human. What was she thinking? She tried to take a step, the dizziness swirling her world around her again. "Oh, Gods, I must have a concussion form hitting my head." Her hand instantly went out, gripping his forearm, and feeling the hard muscle there. "I think you may have too." She felt woozy and sick now, barely unable to stand. "I just need to sleep, I think, and I will be okay in the morning." "Morning. Evening. Matters not, we have time." The Minotaur nodded his large, bovine head as he took his hands against her. She had laid herself against him in order not to lose her footing and go careening down towards the ground. But he did not care for that. She was alive, unwell, but here, with him. After so many years, he had someone to talk to besides Daedalus. And of course, the man's poor son. Taking his time, he slowly crouched... and taking a hand under her back and his arm under her knees, Asterion suddenly lifted the woman off the ground against his chest. It felt hot to the touch. This Bull of a man was tremendously strong, Siberia could feel. She was hardly an effort to lift. Wordlessly he wandered through the halls. To her eyes, his movements should be all completely random, crossing a number of times through corridors and turns the woman could sweat they had been through together about a minute ago. Yet, his footsteps were sure and knowing. Soon, sooner than possible, they reached a place with a recess on the rock that lead into a small chamber. The chamber that was Asterion's little kingdom. He took her towards a bed made of rags and discarded furs. Trinkets and trash of every sort littered the ground - like broken blades and pieces of armor and a long, oblong shield against a wall. These were the gathered things he acquired through many years. Women's dresses. Men's clothes. Vessels of oils and perfumes. He leaned to lay her over the makeshift bed." Sleep. I shall find us water."

The Minotaur's Labyrinth (wolventears & LordLuck)|rating:4.0

Fast and Furious - Seattle_ OOC & Plot Discussion

(Camp; Plot Discussion Whew. Finally done with all of that. Time to take a break and eat some breakfast... Yes, I said breakfast. Anyone who hasn't bookmarked all the new threads, do so when you get a chance - especially the main directory. Crucial GM Updates will go to the Main Directory, posted by myself or Lithium. Thanks! Looks good guys. Time to whip this crew into shape! Making my new character yesterday was really exciting, this bitch(Cori) is going to be crazy. Are people using the same character, or making new ones? I'd like to stick with mine, since I didn't really get to play him that much. But, if everyone's making new ones... Vellum and I are keeping our characters more or less the same, minus the parts that involved characters which won't be in the game anymore. I'm keeping mine as well, and Mr Kwan also seems to be staying around. Claire's copout. Might just use the model because I really don't want to find anything else. I don't know. We'll see how I feel about it. Kinda bummed, actually. Lol In that case, Adriano's back! I'll modify his story a little, though, to take out the old references. And I'm keeping Ryan, just tweaking him a bit to better fit the reboot Go whichever route you'd like everyone. You can retain, tweak, remake, etc. So long as you're still filling the same role (unless we've discussed new roles via PM) then you're fine. Can't wait to kick this thing off in the next couple of days! ^.^ I had made a drastic adjustment to Piper, it's pretty much the same character, she's just more confident now, and less useless. Also, I gave her a type A personality instead of a Type B, so she'll act more like the leader that the team needs her to be. Other than, little blonde girl hasn't changed much, I even made her six inches shorter and ten pounds lighter. I sent out a PM to everyone with approved characters so that you can post them in the new thread. If you have any questions shoot myself or Lithium a PM. I've got today and tomorrow off and then I'm off to work for a while. I'll be checking in every couple days, maybe a post or two. Do we want to start the game off the night of a race, or right before boosting a short car list? I'll vote for race night, but they both seem like equally good starting points so it was pretty much just a coin flip. Oh, and I have the biggest girl crush on Cori, so Allison might too. I'll look up urban racecourses and get a track I can post up before the start of the race so we all will be Ring with the same general visuals for turns and such. I'd imagine most 'during-race' posts will be players passing and shifting positions. The GMs will monitor how the duration and posting rate is going, and we'll give people a heads-up in here as to when the finish is coming up, so people can wrap up any schemes they were working on to finish in the proper order. The finishing order does not necessarily mean the posting order; its mainly for continuity of posts and bragging rights after the conclusion. So everyone will be free to take the lead at some point, I think players should be free to take out other racers (so long as they PM each other and one of the GMs to okay the plot move) - so long as they remember go out in the proper elimination order, since wrecked cars come in last place. I'll get with the other GMs so we can iron out the details of the race concerning players actions, the racecourse, and finish order - as they may have better ideas for these than myself. - GM UPDATE -All links are up and ready for launch. We're just waiting on a profile from Persephone, and possibly one from Curvy Kitten - if she's interested in taking the other Mafia slot. We should be able to kick things off after we have the Mafia's best racer locked in. Once that happens I may even eliminate the hitman position and leave that up to Harass to utilize NPC's for that (since it won't really be an active job even if the character is interacting with the Mafia a lot). So keep your eyes peeled for game start info over the next couple of days. We'll be starting approximately one hour before the start of the summer's first race. Hope you all are as excited as I am! Posted a new girl up, yay! Still kinda bummed for Claire, but you know, shit happens! Of anyone wants to add this or that or bring something up that makes no sense about Natalie, let me know! I read over her again today after making her up at 1AM, so there's still a chance something's really goofy and off. OH! PHOTO! I had a little part in there about Natalie first meeting Cori, which may slightly contradict Cori's 'not-talk-about-crime' nature, but maybe... uh... Cori was flirting at the time? Haha, I don't know, we'll figure it out. Quote from: Pachuca on 25-09-2012, 00:16:03Posted a new girl up, yay! Still kinda bummed for Claire, but you know, shit happens! :O If anyone wants to add this or that or bring something up that makes no sense about Natalie, let me know! I read over her again today after making her up at 1AM, so there's still a chance something's really goofy and off. OH! PHOTO! I had a little part in there about Natalie first meeting Cori, which may slightly contradict Cori's 'not-talk-about-crime' nature, but maybe... uh... Cori was flirting at the time? Haha, I don't know, we'll figure it out. Love the character Race. Your size coding is messed up on your Character name - but other than that I think it looks great! Yeah, just fixed that. Stupid thing. Starting to fill up now. We've got 6 of 9 approved characters up in the Profile thread. Persephone's is still pending until she gets it finished, and I can take a quick look at it. We're almost ready to rock and roll. Liking the new character too Reich, still a shame about Claire though alright, I've read everyone's characters, and everyone's history about four times. This is going to be fun. So, if you noticed, I don't have a word about any of you in my history. I'll be adding a spoiler to the character sheet once I figure out how Cori actually does know all of you, she seems to be a bit of an 'in' for this crew. One question before I forget; Vellum, are there NPC member's of the crew? I have three of them ready (Cori's blackies, when I wrote her character, three men came along with her that I haven't hinted at, go figure) if it sounds like a good idea to everybody (to add NPCs), it seems like we should have a nice army of mechanics or something, fodder, and story cushion, if we're pulling in huge numbers like our histories suggest, then we could afford a lot of extra hands. The FBI is onto us, we're the center of the Triad auto-ring. Cori is insane. Etc. Now, onto the"Personal Histories"(this is sort of similar to what I did at the beginning of the last effort.) Taras-(he-he) ok. So the first time he met her, it was right before she started stealing cars, probably about eight or nine months, she was 19, he was 20. Totally platonic, they might have even bee "Eskimo brothers" (Definition: A relationship between two men who have had sex with the same woman.) They were great partners in crime, both able to cause significantly veritable distractions (Tara's=physical, Cori=psychological). They likely lived well, and in close quarters, even though they had separate 'houses'/apt. Then Tara's went to prison. By the time he had gotten out, Cori was stealing cars, and she was making a lot more money. Her father was still alive, so it was all for personal funds as well. Del, you and I can talk more in-depth about their intimate connections, but she constantly calls him a "faggot" every time the topic is brought into conversation. The irony is of course her own to enjoy. Beyond that, I think life-long-soul-mate-criminal-war-buddies is a proper way to sum up their history.Allison-Fucking, who's this bitch? (joking...). Given a pretty large age difference, Cori treats Allison rather strangely. She doesn't trust this young woman very much, but only a little bit less than most of the world. She likes the girl enough to keep her around, and she can't specifically decide why she's irritated by this girl. But she's outspoken about it, especially when she's drunk, and their relationship has always been tense. The underlying truth, that Cori can't admit, she wants to fuck Allison, and she can't. The girl is eight years younger than Cori, and it's a mental barrier that only exists because of Tara's. As quiet as he is, and as 'fatherly' as he is, Cori knows in her gut that he wants her too. And he met her first, and there's something funny going on with her. She's not as casual as other people. Cori's emergency instincts go on around this girl, it's probably just because their pheromones collide or something. It's all feeling. She's helped Allison in the past. She respects Allison, and she laughs with Allison on good nights. Cori is good at squashing tension, but it seems like she has to do it every time she meets up with Allison for a drink, dinner, a race, or even a job. Nicholas- unposed, so I'll refrain and put this in as a place-holder. Ryan- (tisk). Fucking spies. Cori and Ryan get along, and that's going to be tricky, because there can't be any sexual tension between them. I think it would be cool if the two of them butted heads immediately at a street racing event. So they participate in a pink-slip to mile. She's racing her Cadillac Coupe De Ville, so she does not expect herself to lose to some piss ant blonde d-bag. However, she does lose to him in the race (likely the first night of his undercover assignment). In a blind rage, Cori tried to fight him. She didn't want to hurt him, only make her frustration incontrovertible. Let's say he pulled some "New York" bullshit in a Seattle race, It's not actually illegal, but she lost, and her pride is damaged. And, she just lost her favorite car. In this initial fight, I expect he would fight back, even though it's a small child-like woman throwing fists at his face. Either way, they would have gained respect for each other in the fight. Whether he thinks she's hot or not, it doesn't affect her feelings about him, so play that however you want to, but drinking with her would have helped a lot, helping her get laid would have helped a lot, and helping her steal her car back from who ever he sold it too, would be a good catalyst for real trust. For this character (Ryan) these two paragraphs are just a focused brainstorm, so let me know what you think. It's not official yet. Natalie- Forsomereason, Cori tells Natalie everything about what she does, why she does it, and how illegal it is. Reich, this sounds like pillow talk to me. It does say that Nat is straight (by experience) in her profile, but partying with Cori while 'unemployed', drinking, dancing, being hit on constantly by Ms. Adams, I think these two would have gone to bed together once or twice. But, there are easier ways to earn Cori's trust... well, not really, but I'm open to anything else you can think of. Until then, I'd like to run with this idea. Cori is a fair person, and she would treat Natalie with as much 'respect' as the next person. Granted, Cori is rude, rough around the edges, and almost void of emotions, so Natalie's interpretations will, as always, be up to you. As is with Ryan's history, let me know what you think, it's another focused brainstorm. A couple nights of curious sex seemed like a good puzzle piece, so I'm trying to fit it into place. Adriano- unposed, another place-holder. I don't see much adjustment that Adriano will need for this take on the RP, but I still need a reference to work with, so I'll wait, no hurry from me.Kwan-unknown - antagonistRurik- unknown - antagonist. I posted! I didn't really put in anything about how he got in contact with the gang yet, though. Furthermore, I was thinking he could've run into them when they were stealing or racing? Or of course, he could've met Tara's somehow and been convinced to join in some capacity. Quote from: Adrianne on 25-09-2012, 23:46:05I posted! I didn't really put in anything about how he got in contact with the gang yet, though. I was thinking he could've run into them when they were stealing or racing? Or of course, he could've met Tara's somehow and been convinced to join in some capacity. I like that idea Adrian. Almost everyone is tied into the crew through Cori - so it would be nice for a few people to have links to Tara's. I figure Tara's is the most likely link for Adriano - since he'd be easier to talk with and manipulate than Cori would be. Hey now everyone needs a career, Ryan's just happens to be...you know...a legal one! *peeks in* Hello. *wave* Hi there :) Quote from: persephone325 on 26-09-2012, 02:44:22*peeks in* Hello. Welcome to the game! I think we should be able to kick off a launch tomorrow, if I'm not dead tired after work. I was hoping to get us started before I went back to work - fortunately I have a weird week this time around, so I'll be kicking us off Thursday evening at the latest! That should give us a couple more days for everyone to get characters, relationships, and first post info situated. Sound good? Quote from: Vellum on 26-09-2012, 02:06:48I like that idea Adrian. Almost everyone is tied into the crew through Cori - so it would be nice for a few people to have links to Tara's. I figure Tara's is the most likely link for Adriano - since he'd be easier to talk with and manipulate than Cori would be. Sick, I'll put it in. Yeah, I figure he'd be more likely to join a stranger's club when that stranger is Tara's rather than Cori. No offense to Cori, of course :P Also, he's a Mafia go between, but does that include the Triads? Edit: I'll modify my character after I'm sure about this. I see we haven't officially started yet. :) Good. Now I won't feel in the dark. Lol Quote from: Adrianne on 26-09-2012, 05:06:39Also, he's a Mafia go between, but does that include the Triads? Edit: I'll modify my character after I'm sure about this. Yes. He's a specific middleman between the triads and the crew. He brings the crew their car lists, and he checks in the cars at the port as they come in from boosts. He has friends everywhere and the crew trusts him for the most part. Furthermore, he knows the Asians are making it tougher on the crew, and he tries his best to negotiate on their behalf; but he has a job to do and the triads don't like people getting in their way. Quote from: Photo on 25-09-2012, 20:14:47alright, I've read everyone's characters, and everyone's history about four times. This is going to be fun. So, if you noticed, I don't have a word about any of you in my history. I'll be adding a spoiler to the character sheet once I figure out how Cori actually does know all of you, she seems to be a bit of an 'in' for this crew. One question before I forget; Vellum, are there NPC member's of the crew? I have three of them ready (Cori's blackies, when I wrote her character, three men came along with her that I haven't hinted at, go figure) if it sounds like a good idea to everybody (to add NPCs), it seems like we should have a nice army of mechanics or something, fodder, and story cushion, if we're pulling in huge numbers like our histories suggest, then we could afford a lot of extra hands. The FBI is onto us, we're the center of the Triad auto-ring. Cori is insane. Etc.Natalie-For some reason, Cori tells Natalie everything about what she does, why she does it, and how illegal it is. Reich, this sounds like pillow talk to me. It does say that Nat is straight (by experience) in her profile, but partying with Cori while 'unemployed', drinking, dancing, being hit on constantly by Ms. Adams, I think these two would have gone to bed together once or twice. But, there are easier ways to earn Cori's trust... well, not really, but I'm open to anything else you can think of. Until then, I'd like to run with this idea. Cori is a fair person, and she would treat Natalie with as much 'respect' as the next person. Granted, Cori is rude, rough around the edges, and almost void of emotions, so Natalie's interpretations will, as always, be up to you. As is with Ryan's history, let me know what you think, it's another focused brainstorm. A couple nights of curious sex seemed like a good puzzle piece, so I'm trying to fit it into place. There are far worse things in this world than two girls going at it, but I think it would be sort of fun if Natalie was rather new to it all. That said, I'd rather the history between Cori and Natalie be void of anything sexual, save for maybe a bit of tension. If it is a matter of Cori pretty much having to bed someone to even be comfortable with them, then I guess we have no choice, but maybe it was the effort and Natalie consistently brushing it aside that made Cori sort of coerce her into joining the crew to keep her close or something.TL;DR - Basically anything but sex for a history would be cool! Absolutely not opposed to sex later. Not that Cori seems to be the relationship type, but it would never go that far with Natalie. As for NPCs, I don't think they'd cause any harm, and if the mafia is really in need to kill things, that'd work. BUT, I'm sure if that was the case, people like Natalie would immediately reconsider her stake in the operation and peace. D: Alrighty, fixed mine. I think it's good to go unless anyone (Del?) has any peeves about it. Quote from: Pachuca on 26-09-2012, 05:19:02There are far worse things in this world than two girls going at it, but I think it would be sort of fun if Natalie was rather new to it all. That said, I'd rather the history between Cori and Natalie be void of anything sexual, save for maybe a bit of tension. If it is a matter of Cori pretty much having to bed someone to even be comfortable with them, then I guess we have no choice, but maybe it was the effort and Natalie consistently brushing it aside that made Cori sort of coerce her into joining the crew to keep her close or something. Hmmm. I'm trying to keep the character true here, because she's not going to hang out with people outside the crew often, and if she did, it would be specifically to get away from the 'regular' life. Her party mode is pretty rampant and sexual, but that doesn't mean that Natalie has to get caught in the windstorm. This makes sense to me: There's a party of some kind, it doesn't really matter where, but Natalie's house makes the most sense to me. The two of them would have likely been passing acquaintances for a month or two. After the party, in the morning, Cori sticks around to eat, have some coffee, recuperate, maybe shower, and of course, flirt with Natalie. Sometime in the afternoon, Natalie is doing some techie thing, and being all genius to pass the time. Cori becomes curious with her harmless questions, and the conversation becomes a conversation about cars, city response systems, and various kinds of building maintenance. Cori has realized that this girl is useful, and like you suggested, she knows by now that Natalie needs work. So, Cori offers her a job, as reluctant as Natalie may be, they end up working her into the crew. Workable? Suggestions? Keep in mind that Cori acts like a gnarly six-foot black man. She's misogynistic, shallow, forward, and not afraid to touch. So, just by knowing Cori, Natalie has been exposed to intense unfiltered sexuality, even if from the perspective of an uninterested onlooker. Quote from: Photo on 26-09-2012, 07:09:12hmmm. I'm trying to keep the character true here, because she's not going to hang out with people outside the crew often, and if she did, it would be specifically to get away from the 'regular' life. Her party mode is pretty rampant and sexual, but that doesn't mean that Natalie has to get caught in the windstorm. This makes sense to me: There's a party of some kind, it doesn't really matter where, but Natalie's house makes the most sense to me. The two of them would have likely been passing acquaintances for a month or two. After the party, in the morning, Cori sticks around to eat, have some coffee, recuperate, maybe shower, and of course, flirt with Natalie. Sometime in the afternoon, Natalie is doing some techie thing, and being all genius to pass the time. Cori becomes curious with her harmless questions, and the conversation becomes a conversation about cars, city response systems, and various kinds of building maintenance. Cori has realized that this girl is useful, and like you suggested, she knows by now that Natalie needs work. So, Cori offers her a job, as reluctant as Natalie may be, they end up working her into the crew. Workable? Suggestions? Keep in mind that Cori acts like a gnarly six-foot black man. She's misogynistic, shallow, forward, and not afraid to touch. So, just by knowing Cori, Natalie has been exposed to intense unfiltered sexuality, even if from the perspective of an uninterested onlooker. Well, yeah, that's kinda what I was getting at. Like, doesn't have to be a party at Natalie's place, but maybe Nat and a group of her friends went out, and more often than not, Cori is at the same place for some reason (cool bar, Cori's insanity banned her from everywhere else, whatever). Just one lame night when the night ends early, Cori just comes back to Natalie's place! Whatever! Natalie will one absolutely know that Cori is a rather persistent flirt, but isn't quite as open as her. Besides, Cori has to share Natalie and Allison with the other boys, so this can't possibly be that easy! Yeah, we'll run with that. The specific detail that really matters is that Cori saw Natalie's usefulness before she introduced her into the 'work' and the crew.EDIT: I'm posting, I want an introduction. :) Quote from: Photo on 26-09-2012, 20:03:58yeah, we'll run with that. The specific detail that really matters is that Cori saw Natalie's usefulness before she introduced her into the 'work' and the crew.EDIT: I'm posting, I want an introduction. :)You just can't wait, can you? Thursday night. One more day. Just wait one more day. I'll get all the first-post info out. But if you ABSOLUTELY cannon resist... then perhaps you could do an abstract post that doesn't really effect anyone or anything. Maybe a past reflection or something. I don't know. Point is, first posts will be making an entrance for the first big race that is less than an hour from launch. Lithium I will shoot you a PM about our first posts. I kind of have an idea for Allison and Tara's. Walks in and waves~ Hello all. Can't wait to post either. Question if I wanted to post Yuri at her place would I just post it in the down town thread and tag it her condo? This definitely doesn't affect anybody, except for the lonely people of Shine, Washington. You'll see. I just needed to practice running the car, (just like Cori), and getting familiar with it before we race. By the way, how are we rolling dice again to decide who wins? Vel, Lithium. I'm posting. It's a perfect little launch night-eve post. :)EDIT: my launch night-eve post needs editing, just bare with me... or don't read it at all. It was pretty indulgent.EDIT: my post got some treatment, probably still needs some work though, as a note, the better profile for "Two Fires" is actually in my post on the 'outskirts' of the city. The one in my character sheet needs an upgrade for sure. It will likely be more detailed than the spoiler in my post... That felt like nonsense, it was not. I'm sure of it. We're using the dice? Awesome. I've wanted to be involved with a group utilizing the dice bot, so I can get familiar with how it works. All right everyone, I will be getting the race info out today. We will be using dice - a single roll - to determine finish order. If any of you are like me, and have never used the dice bot. I messed around with it today to figure out how it works. I got a little screenshot of the info you need to put in, just to make it easy on you all:(type in the information as show above, Character: (your character)Send To: 33664 (this is MY user ID. So I will get the rolls from everyone)Dice: 1Sides: 100Comment: Fast and Furious: Race 1, Finishing Order - High Roll Wins The rest of it you can leave blank/zero'd. Hope this makes it nice and easy for you all. That was a test roll for this mini tutorial. I'll be rolling now. Try to get all of your rolls in before we kick off the race. If you don't get your roll in, then you aren't racing. :EDIT:ROFL... terrible luck for Tara's in the first race. I rolled an 8... x. X Allison got an 89, she'llavengehim. :) I sent you my roll. I'll take a look at all the rolls before I kick things off. I've posted up the first race info in the Main Directory - which is where I'll be posting all GM updates and things like that. We're starting off in the middle of Puget Sound on a narrow island bluff that is bordered by water on the North, East, and West sides. Downtown Seattle can be seen to the East across the Sound and will be to the left for the entire race. This race will take place in the City Outskirts (not Downtown Streets). So when you make your entrances be sure to post in the Outskirts thread. I'll finalize everything here in the next day or two for launch, but you can start posting introductions whenever you're ready. We've got approximately one hour of In-Game time before the race actually happens. (Maybe a couple posts from each person or so). Looking forward to it! Keep your eyes peeled for updates and more info on the race. ^.^ Quote from: persephone325 on 28-09-2012, 22:38:33I sent you my roll. You actually sent me two, haha. I'm sure it must have been an accident; but for fairness I will ALWAYS be taking the first roll I receive, per person. So far the're sitting on the poll in the following order:Lithium - 89-Persephone - 70-Myself - 08I will fill everyone else in as I get more rolls. It was an accident. I hit the refresh button after I rolled. Lol So... for those not racing... ??? I mean, I can write for sure, but would definitely rather post WITH someone, you know? I was just wondering the same thing myself, and my last question never got answered either. Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 27-09-2012, 04:27:32 Walks in and waves~ Hello all. Can't wait to post either. Question if I wanted to post Yuri at her place would I just post it in the down town thread and tag it her condo? Quote from: Pachuca on 29-09-2012, 00:45:30So... for those not racing... ??? I mean, I can write for sure, but would definitely rather post WITH someone, you know? Perhaps whoever finishes last amongst the crew could describe their character as having mechanical difficulties or a accident that would take them out of the race (something minor, but enough to keep them from continuing) during their first 'race post', then that character could hang out with Nat until its over. I'd be of a mind to wrap the entire race up in like 3 rounds of posting at the most, with the third post including both the end of the race and already leading into what comes next, be it celebrating or collecting prizes or whatever. Keeps it from dragging out too much and lets us get to the part where our characters can interact more freely sooner. How does that sound to everyone? Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 27-09-2012, 04:27:32 Walks in and waves~ Hello all. Can't wait to post either. Question if I wanted to post Yuri at her place would I just post it in the down town thread and tag it her condo? Sorry, I assumed that Del would answer this since he's kind of the master of threads and whatnot around here, he must have missed it or forgot. Yeah, that's fine, if her condo is downtown go ahead and use that thread. The thread 'locations' are pretty vast for some of them, so we'll be pointing out the exact spots in the header of our posts, which in this instance would be 'Yuri's Condo' or whatever you'd like to call it. As for what to do during the race for the mafia players, well I believe that there's only one of you guys racing, so the rest of you are free to interact if you're present at the race, or you guys could be off doing something else. Feel free to discuss it amongst yourselves. You could cook something up with Pachuca's character and the second member of the crew that could potentially join her after the start of the race too if you're all down for that. Don't be shy, discuss amongst yourselves! :P I don't like the mafia! GO AWAY! Totes jokes. While Mr Kwan doesn't enjoy watching racing as much as most here, he sometimes comes down to keep an eye out for his priced driver. At any other time he can be found in his hotel. Well Reich I wasn't planning to have Ryan race so he and Nat can hang out if you want. Quote from: Harass on 29-09-2012, 02:50:05While Mr Kwan doesn't enjoy watching racing as much as most here, he sometimes comes down to keep an eye out for his priced driver. At any other time he can be found in his hotel. Would you happen to be talking about me...? ;) lol Can't recall having any other prized driver. Tip is more of a prized friend or lieutenant. :P lol Good point. Play! I'm special! Haha. Quote from: Racial on 29-09-2012, 02:58:08Well Reich I wasn't planning to have Ryan race so he and Nat can hang out if you want. Yaaay! They can totally hang out. As long as they're pretty friendly with each other. I mean, like, if Ryan is being all copy and asking tonnes of questions, she's going to get all suspicious and shit. Quote from: Lithium on 29-09-2012, 01:11:07Sorry, I assumed that Del would answer this since he's kind of the master of threads and whatnot around here, he must have missed it or forgot. Yeah, that's fine, if her condo is downtown go ahead and use that thread. The thread 'locations' are pretty vast for some of them, so we'll be pointing out the exact spots in the header of our posts, which in this instance would be 'Yuri's Condo' or whatever you'd like to call it. As for what to do during the race for the mafia players, well I believe that there's only one of you guys racing, so the rest of you are free to interact if you're present at the race, or you guys could be off doing something else. Feel free to discuss it amongst yourselves. You could cook something up with Pachuca's character and the second member of the crew that could potentially join her after the start of the race too if you're all down for that. Don't be shy, discuss amongst yourselves! PI wasn't really sure where her place would be, she'd want some place of her own. Even if there is a place for her to stay at the headquarters. I can see her converting an old factory building for her own uses. High-end security all over it of course :PAs for where she will be for the race, unless told to be there she may do her own thing not sure really yet. I don't want to have her knocked from getting some RP, so I'd have to see what's going on. I rolled, I failed.32. At least I'll be in the race. Quote from: Pachuca on 29-09-2012, 06:27:24Yaaay! They can totally hang out. As long as they're pretty friendly with each other. I mean, like, if Ryan is being all copy and asking tonnes of questions, she's going to get all suspicious and shit.LOL he'd be a bad cop if he did that :P and since he's been with the crew for just over a month so he's probably got a lot of info on all of you already, it's the triads he's after...apparently they'be got themselves in a bit of trouble :) Its only trouble if it can't be... dealt with. Quote from: NinjaWeazel on 29-09-2012, 16:47:39Its only trouble if it can't be... dealt with. Hahaha... Nice. Updated race poll:Lithium - 89Persephone - 70NinjaWeazel - 53Photo - 32Veluux - 08 Hamm, with the two leaders in last place, it should be a fun race to write out. Tension builds Quote from: Photo on 29-09-2012, 19:18:54hhmm, with the two leaders in last place, it should be a fun race to write out. Tension builds've already got an idea in mind for why Tara's goes out early. I was thinking that he sees a racer (probably an NPC unless someone Eisenstein the crew rolls terribly low also) try and wreck one of the crew members. So Tara's goes into the red and wrecks the perpetrator badly. He's very protective of his crew, and he's one enough races that sitting one out doesn't bother him at all - not if he can make a statement while going down. ^.^ So whoever wants in on this little event can jump on board with me. I'll need one crew member who is racing for Tara's to avenge. The car he takes out will be an NPC unless we have a willing opponent who is also going out early. *winks* ERM, 07? I guess Adriano will be helping Tara's... Quote from: Adrianne on 30-09-2012, 00:16:19erm, 07? I guess Adriano will be helping Tara's... Doesn't count Adrian. When you role make sure to put 33664 in the 'Send To' box so it sends the roll to me. Try it again. ^.^ Looks like you got lucky this time. :P I would volunteer Vellum, but I don't want to crash her car (yet). Man it is really a pain in the ass to find a decent-looking office layout. But I think I have managed. Tipene's executive office at the hotel:(office in his personal suites is proving significantly more difficult to locate, but I shall persevere. Working on a layout for some important floors in the hotel actually, so if any of the triads have any wishes as to features they would like to see they are welcome to contribute. Mr. Kwan's office so far. Classic mixed with modern, very ROC-oriented.(- GM UPDATE - Hey everyone. Sorry I've been pretty busy working. Had a few minutes tonight, and I just thought I would give everyone the green light for pre-race posts. I know there are all already some posts up, because some were too excited to wait. But go ahead and make your first posts about your character leading up to the race. The race info is in the Main Directory. The IN-GAME starting time will be a Saturday night early in the summer around 11pm. The Race kicks off at midnight at the beginning of the course in the location I provided. Go ahead and take a refresher look at the other character's profiles and feel free to PM other players about interacting before the race. Lithium and I will be doing so. I figure we'll probably get a couple full rotations of posts before it's race time - depends on the events in the posts and such. We'll play it by ear. Look forward to seeing all of your first posts and your characters come to life! If anyone has any questions just PM them to myself (and Lithium Cc'd - as I still have one day of work tomorrow and might not get to respond to it until late Thursday night). Thanks. Let's rock and roll! Not really sure what to have Yuri do so if anyone wants to work something out just send me a PM. Also need help deciding if I should change my model or not. The one I have is Jamie Chung. Debating keeping her or changing it either Zhang Mini, Kelly HU, and Gianna Jun. Should I keep Jamie or should I change her around. Wanted to get some opinions before I posted anything. Just go with what you prefer. She's your character, after all, and I doubt that anyone will object regardless of what you decide. :P 'help, help I can't decide which irresponsibly hot Asian woman I should use for a character model' XD No but seriously, Lithium is right. Pick whichever you like, it's your character. And they are allsmokin' hots it's not like there's a wrong answer. ’D Well personally I've always liked Kelly HU but with that said in the end like With said she's your character, so I say go with who you think is the best :P Usually I just think about the character I've planned, that character's personality and who I would like to play them if the RP was made into a real movie which is why I went with Justin Hartley as Ryan. Yeah, I pretty much went with 'random fake blonde woman', and mixed a bunch of images together according to what I had in mind, so if this was a film, Cori would be some no name actress that's being introduced... I suppose. I don't have a preference for most other people's characters. It's all gravy baby.@curvykitten (and the GM's in a way)I'm not sure what Yuri could do at the race, probably blend in as a common fan of the sport, and spy on the crew. Or, if you want to try and chase Cori on foot, I'd love to do that. But a direct chase scene this early could betook much... can there be too much? Can RP's move too fast? To chase or not to chase... I would like to try it. It would be fun to fight quickly after that, if it doesn't take too much time. A fight could be helpful. For, if Cori was injured during the fight, it would be a great reason for why she performs so poorly during the race. Only a deep suggestion though, I could definitely go either way. Quote from: Photo on 05-10-2012, 05:32:55yeah, I pretty much went with 'random fake blonde woman', and mixed a bunch of images together according to what I had in mind, so if this was a film, Cori would be some no name actress that's being introduced... I suppose. I don't have a preference for most other people's characters. It's all gravy baby. @curvykitten (and the GM's in a way)I'm not sure what Yuri could do at the race, probably blend in as a common fan of the sport, and spy on the crew. Or, if you want to try and chase Cori on foot, I'd love to do that. But a direct chase scene this early could be too much... can there be too much? Can RP's move too fast? To chase or not to chase... I would like to try it. It would be fun to fight quickly after that, if it doesn't take too much time. A fight could be helpful. For, if Cori was injured during the fight, it would be a great reason for why she performs so poorly during the race. Only a deep suggestion though, I could definitely go either way. Maybe she can try and knock off Cori, but the shot misses and hits something important in her car so it goes down? I'll be posting tomorrow at some point. Morning, afternoon, night... who knows but tomorrow for sure. Will she have an order to kill her? I assume Yuri wouldn't go after anyone unless she was told to. And as I'm guessing no PC's want to actually get killed she'll probably kill off a few NPC's? I'd hate to have her be failing all the time. Either that or she is going to be a very busy girl. Lol Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 05-10-2012, 06:20:15Will she has an order to kill her? I assume Yuri wouldn't go after anyone unless she was told to. And as I'm guessing no PC's want to actually get killed she'll probably kill off a few NPC's? I'd hate to have her be failing all the time. Either that or she is going to be a very busy girl. lol Mr. Kwan has her on Yuri's recreational titlist. As in... not top priority, but if you get a clean opportunity - take the shot. Later on in the role-play, members of the crew will become a much higher priority for Yuri, but until then they are just minor targets that she might make attempts on - but not at great lengths or great risks. Opportunity kills really (which of course won't be successful unless we decide to make it part of the plot if someone can't finish the game). Keeping Yuri busy between NPC kills. I have an idea for you Curvy, I'll PM you about it tomorrow when I wake up. Something to keep your character very active and give her a unique path and part in the game. How does that sound? Quote from: Vellum on 05-10-2012, 06:31:45Mr. Kwan has her on Yuri's recreational titlist. As in... not top priority, but if you get a clean opportunity - take the shot. Later on in the role-play, members of the crew will become a much higher priority for Yuri, but until then they are just minor targets that she might make attempts on - but not at great lengths or great risks. Opportunity kills really (which of course won't be successful unless we decide to make it part of the plot if someone can't finish the game). Keeping Yuri busy between NPC kills. I have an idea for you Curvy, I'll PM you about it tomorrow when I wake up. Something to keep your character very active and give her a unique path and part in the game. How does that sound? Pm away Hun, I'd love to hear what you got in mind. Finally posted. Whew. That ended up being longer than I planned. For some reason first posts always do that to me. I always managed to make them first posts long as hell too. Ended up becoming a bit of a nuisance when the partners decided this was the format we were following and the posts just became longer and longer. Nowadays, I try to keep the first post more Hemingway... ;D LOL for me my first post is usually pretty short, it's all the ones after it that tend to go on for a while :D Waiting for Vellum to pm me before I post as I don't want anything I do to mess with what he had planned. Sorry Curvy. Was really focused on getting that first post out. I'll get you that info tonight for sure. Might be a bit later though. I'll be home around 8 or 9 PM MST. Long weekend in Canada. Killing myself in alcohol. Post when I get home! Quote from: Pachuca on 07-10-2012, 17:54:36Long weekend in Canada. Killing myself in alcohol. Post when I get home! Awesome! Can't wait to see the new character Race. - GM UPDATE - Hey everyone. So a few of us have gotten starting posts underway, if you haven't gotten a chance to make your introduction for the race, try to do so in the next few days. Also, if you haven't gotten a chance to send me a die roll (and you plan on racing) please get that to me ASAP so I can get out the final results and people can start plotting around the outcome. Remember to put 33664 in the 'Send To' box. So far here's who I've got:Lithium - 89Persephone - 70Ninja - 53Photo - 32Adrian - 10Myself - 8So far it looks like I'm still going out first. I like that Persephone is still up there in second place. It's very plot-convenient to have the Mafia's best racer neck and neck with a member of the crew. After I find out how many player racers there will be, I will come up with a reasonable number of NPC drivers. I am thinking about 10 or 12 total cars, including the players. Has everyone gotten a chance to check out the race info in the Main Directory? Also, Lithium's character and my own have just showed up at the starting line location, so feel free to tag and interact with us when you arrive. If you have any questions just shoot a PM to Lithium and me. I am heading back to work tomorrow so be sure to CC her on it in case I can't get you an immediate response. Thanks! - GM WISECRACKING -Alright guys, we're going to have to start picking the pace up a bit (a lot). We've been lenient with the posting so far since everything was just getting settled, maybe too lenient, but it's been at least a week, so everyone has had ample amounts of time. As it said in the recruitment thread, we're aiming more for something along the lines of 2 posts per week, so if you can't even manage one, then you probably signed up for the wrong game. Share warning: we're going to start cutting and/or replacing people soon, so those of you who haven't posted yet are either going to need to do so or just let us know if you don't think this game is for you after all, and you'd rather quit. No worries, we'll understand. Sorry if this seems a bit cold or bitchy, but we don't want to see this die a second time due to lack of participation. I promise I still love you all. 3As usual, if you have questions or need help or whatever else, you're welcome to PM Del or myself (or both of us). Here. Just finally got to sitting down since the weekend. I'm far from dropping the game, but I just feel at the moment Natalie is more or less just going to be at the race to be at the race, so motivation is a wee bit low. Not to worry, though! I'll still scrap the floor for some inspiration and toss 'er onto this here computer. IT WILL BE GLORIOUS, I PROMISE. I've actually been going back and forth with another player to work out some details before I posted is all. I will work up a post tonight, it is actually already partly done. Furthermore, I'm actually not sure where/what to post. Mr Kwan is waiting at the end of the road to greet his driver in her triumph... 8-) Quote from: Harass on 10-10-2012, 04:07:42Mr Kwan is waiting at the end of the road to greet his driver in her triumph... 8-)But she'll be in second place... :(lol Quote from: persephone325 on 10-10-2012, 03:52:46I'm actually not sure where/what to post. Whatever you want! Interact with other drivers, PR or NPC or both...or have Miss doing something on her own like a couple of the other players have done. The 'where' would be the City Outskirts & Suburbs thread if you're at the race area, the Downtown Seattle Streets thread for anything in the city, and I assume the Chinese Triad Headquarters is pretty self-explanatory. Allison and Tara's are both just wandering around the general area where people are meeting up for the race, feel free to bump into them if you want to, or you can't think of anything else. Thanks. :) I wasn't sure where to get started. Lol Bam. Posted. It feels a little disjointed, but that's what I always say about any first posts and everyone always tells me otherwise, so... whatever. ’D Quote from: persephone325 on 10-10-2012, 04:08:28But she'll be in second place... :(lol Mr Kwan doesn't know that. Mr Kwan certainly doesn't expect it... ;D Quote from: Harass on 10-10-2012, 06:13:12Mr Kwan doesn't know that. Mr Kwan certainly doesn't expect it... ;Doll Would she get into trouble with him for being second, though? Posted Yuri, not as detailed as I originally planed. But I'm fighting a headache. I will have Yuri show up to the race after a few more show up. Quote from: Pachuca on 10-10-2012, 06:10:24Bam. Posted. It feels a little disjointed, but that's what I always say about any first posts and everyone always tells me otherwise, so... whatever. It was fine, and the music was really cool too, I liked it a lot. ^.^ Good job to everyone on getting things rolling, keep it up. :) Sorry for being the slow one, I'll post soon! Quote from: persephone325 on 10-10-2012, 06:16:25lol Would she get into trouble with him for being second, though? That remains to be seen, does it not? :P lol I'm not sure if I like the sound of that... Haha. I'll be posting very soon. Now seems like a pretty good time AAAAA! Hockey jokes. I wanted to post again, but there's only been one post since mine :(I really don't mind if you post again! I'm hoping to get a post up sometime today but if you want to post go ahead! :P I was going to post Yuri, but I had the idea of her taking a higher vantage point. Not only to watch out for the triad driver but also to maybe take a shot at someone as it was brought up earlier for a possible reason of why people came in the places they did. I was waiting to give Lithium a chance to post after my last. If she's not able to get one out before this weekend, I'll definitely be posting another before then. Mr Kwan doesn't like his drivers slacking... ;D Quote from: Harass on 18-10-2012, 13:53:33Mr Kwan doesn't like his drivers slacking... ;DI'm sorry. I've just had a lot of RL issues going on... It's really fucking frustrating. Sorry for my language. Take your time, didn't mean to push you. :-) I'll be getting a post up for Yuri today. Sorry for the wait. A Thousand cuts tend to bleed the body out, especially since the cocksucker tried to skip town with my racecar and a million dollars.LOL did Yuri get that particular assignment? Interesting retribution. Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 18-10-2012, 23:57:11Thousand cuts tend to bleed the body out, especially since the cocksucker tried to skip town with my racecar and a million dollars. LOL did Yuri get that particular assignment? Interesting retribution. Mr Kwan takes these kinds of offenses personally. He most likely got his own hands dirty that night. Great post Harass. Your header has a small error you might double-check it. I'll be posting again very soon. Tonight or tomorrow night at the latest. I think I might know what you mean, I just copied the general layout from Tip and probably forgot to change the important bits around... Quote from: Harass on 19-10-2012, 01:48:05I think I might know what you mean, I just copied the general layout from Tip and probably forgot to change the important bits around... Lt;, &lt;I've done it before. More than once, lol. So don't feel foolish. It happens. I usually quote myself after the first post and delete the body of the post, so I don't have to constantly rebuild my headers, and sometimes I forget to change the locations, tags etc. I've even accidentally clicked modify instead of quote and totally fucked up a previous post.... Lol. Thankfully the one time I did that I hadn't closed my browser, so I was able to copy the new post, save it in a Word file... Then back up my browser to the page with the original post before I clicked the modify link and then copy it, change the original post back, then quote in a recopy in the newest post.... Ugh. Even remembering the process is both frustrating and relieving. Thank God for Google Chrome's text box input memory on previous pages. Saved my ass so many times. Lol. Quote from: Vellum on 19-10-2012, 05:04:40 I've done it before. More than once, lol. So don't feel foolish. It happens. I usually quote myself after the first post and delete the body of the post, so I don't have to constantly rebuild my headers, and sometimes I forget to change the locations, tags etc. I've even accidentally clicked modify instead of quote and totally fucked up a previous post.... Lol. Thankfully the one time I did that I hadn't closed my browser, so I was able to copy the new post, save it in a Word file... Then back up my browser to the page with the original post before I clicked the modify link and then copy it, change the original post back, then quote in a recopy in the newest post.... Ugh. Even remembering the process is both frustrating and relieving. Thank God for Google Chrome's text box input memory on previous pages. Saved my ass so many times. Lol. I just never goof. :) - GM UPDATE -All right everyone. Just an update. Got a big post up with tags to just about everyone. I figure we can get another round or two of posts in before we kick of the race - just to let everyone get their feel for the other members of the crew. It's not far off now though, about 15 minutes of in-game time. Hope you're all getting as excited as I am. If you have any questions feel free to PM me. I'll be available all weekend - as well as Monday and most of Tuesday. Lithium may still be on vacation I believe - but she's still able to check PMs if you have anything specific for her. Hope everyone else is doing well. I just got home yesterday, and after sleeping for half a day I'm fully back. PI was thinking that in-game, we should maybe allow everyone who's not racing like a 15-minute head start or something to get to the finish line, because it would be pretty lame sitting at the starting line when the race finishes I would imagine. Del suggested it at the end of his last post, just thought I'd put it here also to make sure that everyone sees it. My computer died, sorry for the delay. I'm currently mooched my roommates till he needs it back and will be catching up on stuff as I can. SORRY...curvy. No worries, Kitten. The big scary Russian man has your back! Also, a convenient excuse for why you may or may not manage to get everything settled in and post for the race. - GM UPDATE -Okay. Another quick update. I've PMed Photo to poke him into getting his character into the race scene before we kick things off into high gear. My next post with Tara's will likely be the cue to everyone to get in their cars and get formed up for the start of the race (it will be pretty obvious). That will give you all a chance to post your pre-race routine/jitters/thoughts as you get lined up with the rest of the racers. My post-after-next, following you all forming up will be Tara's' own pre-race thoughts followed by green light. From there post as you feel fits the flow and be sure to finish in the proper order (which I will post up here in the IOC again before the "green light" post). I hope everyone is digging the game so far as much as I am. Let me know if you have any thoughts or concerns. Per the norm, I will be starting my 80 hours in 9 days tomorrow; so I will be in and out of E over the next week or so. That means make sure to CC any PMs sent my way to Lithium - since she'll be able to get you a faster response. I'll be able to make at least one post during my nine days - which will be the cue to form up. When I come back for my next five days off (in 10 days) I'll be posting with the green light. Or at least that's the plan. Catch you all later! I'd post but I really don't have anything else to do at the moment. Not sure what I would post for Yuri. oh, right you play...and Data is...THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I POST RIGHT AFTER WORK, PEOPLE!!! Carry on. Nothing more to see here. Ugh... I've been as sick as a dog the past few days. However, I shall force something out of my brain so you know I haven't forgotten about the game. Right after I'm done my sneezing/coughing fit. Wonderful.EDIT: I can't find the race thread... Am I going blind? Would someone care to point me in the right direction? (Thank you! :) Okay, news from Photo. He's still all in, but is busy the last week of this month. He'll make a full return to active duty in about a week when November rolls around. So I'll mention the reason for Cori missing the first race in my next post, which will be in a couple of days. I could post tonight or Monday night. I'm thinking Monday, that way a couple more people could post - I know Racial and Pachuca are in line in front of me with tags to respond to. My next post will respond to Adriano (and any other dialogue added after his) and cue everyone to form up and wait for the green light - which will happen on my post after that one (so everyone can form up and get ready to launch). Sound good? Mm hmm. I'll just let Ran get a post in before I respond to whatever and then go to the finish line... OR Since there were plans for a crash or something of that sort, would it be better for her to be at the start? I guess it really doesn't matter, but you know, waters. I'll try to get something up but since I'm in New York...that'll be my reason if I don't :P *Pokes everyone* Right back at you, waiting for the race to start and finish. ’D Quote from: Harass on 31-10-2012, 17:52:44Right back at you, waiting for the race to start and finish. DI don't handle that part of the business (mostly), but it'll get under way as soon as Del is done with his work shift which is soon. :) Just waitin' on Mr. Racial and his apparent hurricane troubles. Well wait no more, hurricane troubles and all I got a post out :D Quote from: Racial on 01-11-2012, 11:46:46Well wait no more, hurricane troubles and all I got a post out :Awesome! Once Race posts then I'll be posting to move us all along a bit more. Also of note, our Mafia driver Persephone will not be able to be a part of the game. I suppose that will make Rubik the Mafia's top driver. It actually works out because it will open up the door for more interaction between him and the crew as well as our lovely Mafia assassin - who has a super-secret-subplot going on that will bring her bouncing into contact with members of the crew on and off unexpectedly and often. ^.^ I just started my 5-day-long change (my huge weekend every two weeks). I should get a lot done over the next few days. Newport the most impressive post ever. Shoot me. (Quote from: Vellum on 02-11-2012, 01:38:02Awesome! Once Race posts then I'll be posting to move us all along a bit more. Also of note, our Mafia driver Persephone will not be able to be a part of the game. I suppose that will make Rubik the Mafia's top driver. It actually works out because it will open up the door for more interaction between him and the crew as well as our lovely Mafia assassin - who has a super-secret-subplot going on that will bring her bouncing into contact with members of the crew on and off unexpectedly and often. ^.^ I just started my 5-day-long change (my huge weekend every two weeks). I should get a lot done over the next few days. Tries not to get ahead of herself~I can't wait to get more involved with the game. At the moment I have my girl just waiting and watching. Though I can't wait to get her involved more. That's so adorable and terrifying all at once, With.... It does make me wonder what you're trying to say, though. Am I a duck? Two ducks? Quote from: Pachuca on 02-11-2012, 03:26:55That's so adorable and terrifying all at once, With.... It does make me wonder what you're trying to say, though. Am I a duck? Two ducks? Fuck if I know, lol. :P I posted and as far as I can tell, I did pretty well. I really hope I didn't just walk up to a group of people who had already dispersed.... I don't remember reading IC that our circled crew walked away from each other, but Del's OC posts in here make me think otherwise, goes to re-read and hopefully not edit! Nope you're fine, everyone's still standing together, presumably until Del's next post. Natalie's so embarrassed she's going to diiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~EDIT: Boohoo! Top of page 7! People still get excited about this stuff, right? Post is up. I had it completely finished... then my browser glitched... blew. Fortunately I had half of it saved, so I just rewrote the second half again - I think it flows a little better now... but I hate losing writing. I'd prefer to have it and purposely delete portions and rewrite them. There's just something that irk's me about not knowing exactly what I lost. Fortunately my character was in position for me to channel some of that frustration. Hope you all enjoy. Go ahead and form up for the start of the race with your next posts - as my next one will kick off the start of the race. Just to reiterate the finishing order from first to last:AllisonRurikCoriAdrianoTarasThat leaves room for seven NPC drivers that anyone can utilize in their posts through the duration of the race. I know Tara's will be wrecking one of them for trying to take a shot at someone on the crew. Who wants to be the near-victim of an NPC driver? Tara's needs to vent. What better way than running somebody off the road and beating the crap out of them?! ^.^ I suppose I'm a natural candidate to be a victim, since I'm right ahead of you. I suppose Cori could work as the near-victim, too, though. Grrr just got a ticket. I blame this game.>:(Enforcer. Driver. Accountant. Tipene is a man of many hats! Quote from: Lithium on 02-11-2012, 23:27:11Grrr just got a ticket. I blame this game. Sgt;:(Bummerrrrrrrrr. (ain't no shame in a fast driving award yo O8) Wasn't even driving fast, just turned in a spot where I wasn't allowed to turn for no apparent reason. I've turned there 3472786516501 times before, but they just installed the sign, so I didn't even notice it. And of course there's a stupid police car parked right there watching that sign instead of doing something more productive. ~_~Oh and the police officer tried to convince me that my 100% stock exhaust was too loud and that he was being nice by giving me a warning, lol. I don't normally bitch about the cops at all but this was annoying. Oh well, at least it was only $40. :P Probably got let off easy for being cute. I love that perk. (We need posts for Adriano, Rubik and Cori in over to get the race started. Come on guys, almost there! PIF for some reason you can't post some time in the near future, just let us know, and we can god mod your characters a bit just to get them to the starting line (but of course posting yourselves would be ideal). Quote from: Lithium on 06-11-2012, 23:32:30We need posts for Adriano, Rubik and Cori in over to get the race started. Come on guys, almost there! PIF for some reason you can't post some time in the near future, just let us know, and we can god mod your characters a bit just to get them to the starting line (but of course posting yourselves would be ideal). Indeed. I should be able to get a post in sometime this week (after the others have posted) despite going back to work tomorrow. ^.^ Luckily Mr Kwan's car contains a Double Deluxe Snooze-A-Paloma 3000. *snores* Quote from: Harass on 07-11-2012, 00:07:02Luckily Mr Kwan's car contains a Double Deluxe Snooze-A-Paloma 3000. *snores*Lol... sorry War. We'll get you into the mix as soon as the race ends, promise! You could always go check on your assassin for a moment. ;) Boohoo the race is about to start! As soon as Racial and Pachuca have posted, I'll be posting my next one - which will kick off the race (which will go about 2 or 3 rounds before concluding). Everyone knows what order they're finishing in right? I have to post? It would be like...1 line. Seriously all I can think of is literally "As the crew headed for their cars to start the race, Ryan wished them luck and started making his way towards the finish line." :P Quote from: Racial on 09-11-2012, 09:58:42I have to post? It would be like...1 line. Seriously all I can think of is literally "As the crew headed for their cars to start the race, Ryan wished them luck and started making his way towards the finish line." Plot. I will post soon...is! This is the weekend for birthdays, apparently, so I probably won't get to it until maybe Monday. That goes for any writing on E! D:Soooooooo, since Natalie isn't racing and since she's probably going to be rescuing Tara's (probably, probably. Probably), feel free to skip my post, and I'll more than make up for it when I can! Whenever tipsy responses! Very well. I agree with you both, so I suppose it's my turn again then? Let me go see if I can spark my muse and get this race kicked off! ;) Sits back and watches~I guess I just watch the race. Nice posts so far though everyone. I have to get to the starting line, I was waiting for Pachuca, sort of, I was also having trouble getting to the internet. I'm posting right now, guys, jeez, don't be SOON anxious. Does that mean that I can finish third place? That would be neat. Quote from: Photo on 11-11-2012, 08:54:52i have to get to the starting line, I was waiting for Pachuca, sort of, I was also having trouble getting to the internet. I'm posting right now, guys, jeez, don't be SOON anxious. Does that mean that I can finish third place? That would be neat. Yep you can finish third, I doubt that the NPCs will mind! Nice, that's a solid finish. Something Cori will be rather proud of I think. She'll be pissed that Rubik beats her though. I'm so pumped. Oh, and this is a side note that I'm has surely turned obvious to anyone in the know... I've been witness to Initial D now, and Cori will be pretty darn good at drifting... so, she's sort of a drift racer, and that should be expected from her. Even though she's clunking around in big ol' Cadillac, she will be drifting, and it will be epic, and it's totally in the spirit of F&F also, I have such a huge crush on Ally. > Drifting in that Caddy.> mph Okay. I lied. I'm sneaking in posts this morning. Hooray hungover posts!EDIT: Manalapan. Writing for Natalie is hard for some reason. I think her nature is hard for me to get into. Anyway, I'm sure when all the characters are on common ground and not doing this and that and this, it'll get better! Until then, ENJOY MY TERRIBLE NATALIE POSTS! BAHAMA. Not gonna lie, it inward as hell when all the stories I am in fall silent for days at a time. Like, some sort of 'an angel just passed' moment of silence thing where nobody says nothin' to nobody for a couple of days. XD Del mentioned in another thread that he was having a particularly tough work shift but that he'll be posting soon, so it shouldn't be much longer. :) Quote from: Lithium on 15-11-2012, 23:41:34Vel mentioned in another thread that he was having a particularly tough work shift but that he'll be posting soon, so it shouldn't be much longer. :)It should be coming tonight or early tomorrow, I only have one post in front of it. (No work for five days though! Unless I get an emergency call out - but the generally don't take more than a few hours anyway.) haha new that was an 'OMG u guide hurry usurp' or anything. I am well aware that peoples got stuff going on away from the internet. It was just... weird. I'm used to there always beingsomethinggoing on, y'know? But for all of my games it was just like crickets.wav for a few days. Quote from: NinjaWeazel on 16-11-2012, 01:51:25haha new that was an 'OMG u guide hurry usurp' or anything. I am well aware that peoples got stuff going on away from the internet. It was just... weird. I'm used to there always being something going on, y'know? But for all of my games it was just like crickets.wav for a few days. How quaint... same thing here. Some sort of American thing that's going on or is it just coincidence? Just a coincidence, I suspect. The last big American thing I can think of was last week's elections. Nothing really popping this week as far as I know. Quote from: Vellum on 16-11-2012, 01:20:04It should be coming tonight or early tomorrow, I only have one post in front of it. (No work for five days though! Unless I get an emergency call out - but the generally don't take more than a few hours anyway.) Ended up getting called out twice so far. Once for 12 hours and this time for 8 hours. I'm going to get some sleep and will be posting tonight come hell or high water! Sorry for the delay. Usually I'm off for five days, but I have one on call weekend every six months or so. These ones been busy. Hope I'm not keeping you all waiting too long. *timidly enters the thread* Umm mm. Hi. Shadow here. *waves*Posting on my phone. How's this game going? My life has stabilized SOMEWHAT. I'm getting out of the Army early this coming January, which should help massively. I deal much better with civilian life :D I'd possibly like to rejoin the game if I can be worked into the game, if not I'll just watch or maybe play a side role? Furthermore, I never stopped wanting to play this game, my life just exploded lol. Furthermore, I'm not aware of how you took me out, and I'm curious if my profile still exists somewhere. It seemed from the other IOC thread you deleted some stuff Vellum. If not I can rewrite it. I was afraid the game had died, reading through the other IOC thread, then I got to the end, and I was like *Yay!*So, Hi again. Vellum, you've got a PM. Quote from: Shadow879 on 19-11-2012, 05:57:15*timidly enters the thread* Umm mm. Hi. Shadow here. *waves*Posting on my phone. How's this game going? My life has stabilized SOMEWHAT. I'm getting out of the Army early this coming January, which should help massively. I deal much better with civilian life :D I'd possibly like to rejoin the game if I can be worked into the game, if not I'll just watch or maybe play a side role? Furthermore, I never stopped wanting to play this game, my life just exploded lol. Furthermore, I'm not aware of how you took me out, and I'm curious if my profile still exists somewhere. It seemed from the other IOC thread you deleted some stuff Vellum. If not I can rewrite it. I was afraid the game had died, reading through the other IOC thread, then I got to the end, and I was like *Yay!* So, Hi again. Vellum, you've got a PM. We started over since the last version of the game kinda petered out, your character didn't need to be written out since he was never in this version of the game. Should make writing him in that much easier if you end up (re)joining. Don't worry weasel, I've second guessed myself enough by now. I know what that car is capable of at this point. Drift was never the right word. Welcome back Shadow, If I'm not mistaken, I believe it was you that introduced me to this RP. I hope you find your way in nicely. There are plenty of things a good driver can do at a race that doesn't involve actually racing. Seriously though, Initial D.... am I alone on this one? The show, it is ludicrous. Quote from: Photo on 19-11-2012, 09:35:15seriously though, Initial D.... am I alone on this one? The show, it is ludicrous. Never watched it (or any other anime, for that matter) but I was present while a couple of my guy friends were raving about it once. :P Quote from: Photo on 19-11-2012, 09:35:15don't worry weasel, I've second guessed myself enough by now. I know what that car is capable of at this point. Drift was never the right word. Welcome back Shadow, If I'm not mistaken, I believe it was you that introduced me to this RP. I hope you find your way in nicely. There are plenty of things a good driver can do at a race that doesn't involve actually racing. Seriously though, Initial D.... am I alone on this one? The show, it is ludicrous. Haha yes, Initial D is completely absurd. And honestly who gives a crap about 'real' physics. Drift that beast! ’D Question are we going with the plan that was brought up a while back. The one where Maui takes a shot at someone and that is why they are slowed down? Maybe she hits their engine block or something? They spin out don't die but end up losing the race? If not I may just post something about her covering the ass of their racer and taking up data on the others or something... I guess lol. Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 20-11-2012, 05:32:19Question are we going with the plan that was brought up a while back. The one where Maui takes a shot at someone and that is why they are slowed down? Maybe she hits their engine block or something? They spin out don't die but end up losing the race? If not I may just post something about her covering the ass of their racer and taking up data on the others or something... I guess lol. Yes this plan is still a go. One of the NPC racers (you'll control him in your own post, mid-race) will take a suspicious position and "mark" the target with his headlights, probably Cori (the shot will miss her, but hit something under her hood and make her lose horsepower by forcing her to continue on with only a single engine instead of two). At which point Tara's - having seen the other racer "mark" her... will flip his lid and go wreck that NPC racer - and himself, essentially making him finish last - or tied for last. He will also probably get out of his wrecked fire bird and beat him to a pulp. Anyways... that's the general gist of the idea. Should give you something to do in the middle of the race instead of sit there and be bored. ;) - GM Update! - I posted for Tara's, the green light is up (It's pretty freaking obvious in the post). So the race is officially ON! Go ahead and take your shots posting and guiding the race through the course. Remember that the finishing order doesn't necessarily mean that Allison must lead for the entire race. I'm actually hoping to let Tara's get up close to the front before the "assassination attempt" goes down on Cori, and he eliminates himself. Happy racing! Quote from: Vellum on 20-11-2012, 05:43:20Yes this plan is still a go. One of the NPC racers (you'll control him in your own post, mid-race) will take a suspicious position and "mark" the target with his headlights, probably Cori (the shot will miss her, but hit something under her hood and make her lose horsepower by forcing her to continue on with only a single engine instead of two). At which point Tara's - having seen the other racer "mark" her... will flip his lid and go wreck that NPC racer - and himself, essentially making him finish last - or tied for last. He will also probably get out of his wrecked fire bird and beat him to a pulp. Anyways... that's the general gist of the idea. Should give you something to do in the middle of the race instead of sit there and be bored. ;)Only issue I can see is that, realistically, it's going to be impossible for Cori to finish in third if her car gets reduced to half power...unless there's only 3 racers left because everyone else crashed out, but that seems unlikely. Adriano could get involved as well, perhaps another driver was going in for Tara's and he stops them? Or something like that, since I remember him being near the bottom of the list, right before Tara's. Quote from: Lithium on 20-11-2012, 05:55:13Only issue I can see is that, realistically, it's going to be impossible for Cori to finish in third if her car gets reduced to half power...unless there's only 3 racers left because everyone else crashed out, but that seems unlikely. Quote from: Adrianne on 20-11-2012, 06:24:38Adriano could get involved as well, perhaps another driver was going in for Tara's and he stops them? Or something like that, since I remember him being near the bottom of the list, right before Tara's. My mistake, I was thinking that Photo rolled the 10, but yeah, Adrian is right. He rolled the 10 and would be the next last after Cori. So then I guess the assassin can take a shot at whichever crew-member she wants, and it will be a miss no matter what. What if she sets a trap or traps instead? A blast that goes off after their teams racer is past. It could explain why the last few people are slowed down. The ones in the front could say they made it past what ever hits the road, maybe a NPC or two gets taken out? Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 20-11-2012, 07:19:54What if she sets a trap or traps instead? A blast that goes off after their teams racer is past. It could explain why the last few people are slowed down. The ones in the front could say they made it past what ever hits the road, maybe a NPC or two gets taken out? I think that's a bittoomuch. Something like that would make it weird if the police and FBI weren't heavily on the crew's case after such an event (and we really don't have them as a big part of this story) - and it would seem weird if people were eager to race after being randomly targeted like that. I think just stick with an assassination attempt via sniper rifle. That's much less extreme. Lithium seemed not to like the idea, sorry I was simply trying to offer another. If one wasn't going to affect the cars and cause them to lose that way they'd have to affect the track or cause them to crash somehow due to distraction. But I'll was for the first I idea anyway so I'll wait and post that when it seems to be my turn then. Just let me know which car I am to take a shot at, so I don't mess anything up on that note. Quote from: Vellum on 20-11-2012, 07:29:58I think that's a bit too much. Something like that would make it weird if the police and FBI weren't heavily on the crew's case after such an event (and we really don't have them as a big part of this story) - and it would seem weird if people were eager to race after being randomly targeted like that. I think just stick with an assassination attempt via sniper rifle. That's much less extreme.LOL you mean besides the FBI agent in your group? :P Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 20-11-2012, 08:09:30Lithium seemed not to like the idea, sorry I was simply trying to offer another. If one wasn't going to affect the cars and cause them to lose that way they'd have to affect the track or cause them to crash somehow due to distraction. But I'll was for the first I idea anyway so I'll wait and post that when it seems to be my turn then. Just let me know which car I am to take a shot at, so I don't mess anything up on that note. It's not that I didn't like the idea, it's that it just wouldn't work with the finishing order. You can just snipe at a car andnotdamage the engine or some other vital component. Just say that the target car suddenly swerved to avoid a piece of debris on the track or a pothole or something to justify the miss, or partial miss rather since you can still hit a window or part of the chassis or whatever. Quote from: Lithium on 20-11-2012, 14:31:51It's not that I didn't like the idea, it's that it just wouldn't work with the finishing order. You can just snipe at a car and not damage the engine or some other vital component. Just say that the target car suddenly swerved to avoid a piece of debris on the track or a pothole or something to justify the miss, or partial miss rather since you can still hit a window or part of the chassis or whatever. Yeah. I was envisioning it being Cori's two-engine car and her still being able to press on with just one. But if the target isn't going to be Cori - it will have to be a window or roof shot. Definitely something non-crucial to the working condition of the vehicle. Also, something that is obvious to Taras to have seen would probably be needed. Quote from: Vellum on 20-11-2012, 21:27:52Yeah. I was envisioning it being Cori's two-engine car and her still being able to press on with just one. But if the target isn't going to be Cori - it will have to be a window or roof shot. Definitely something non-crucial to the working condition of the vehicle. Also, something that is obvious to Taras to have seen would probably be needed. Yeah, she'd be able to finish the race on 1 engine, but how would you explain that she manages to stay ahead of 500-700+ HP cars and get third place after having her own car reduced to like 250~ HP? She'd finish dead last...well, ahead of the people who crashed out and didn't finish at all, but you know what I mean. Quote from: Lithium on 20-11-2012, 22:02:59Yeah, she'd be able to finish the race on 1 engine, but how would you explain that she manages to stay ahead of 500-700+ HP cars and get third place after having her own car reduced to like 250~ HP? She'd finish dead last...well, ahead of the people who crashed out and didn't finish at all, but you know what I mean. True. I was forgetting all the NPC drivers. In case anyone is curious (some of you are in multiple games with me), I'm keeping a running to-do list of posts and updates in my A/A's. So that should clue people in as to when to expect posts. I'll definitely be hitting my once-per-week target for all my characters. I'll also be picking one day a week to nail down all the administrative stuff in the games I'm Going (those are in my O/O's if anyone is curious about other games - though I think the rosters are full in them at the current moment). So yeah, I just like to keep an open line of communication - and doing this makes it easier than trying to keep track of who I've told when I'll post for whom. Cheers! Ok. I volunteer to be the target, but not because my car has two engines, it's because my car is heavy, really, really heavy. If it was reduced to one engine, it would be about 80hp, due to the drag of the broken engine and the weight, her max speed would be about 90, and that would blow out the other engine. And I don't think a sniper is logical, these cars are going to average about 100 mph, maybe faster, and nobody would send a sniper after a target moving that quickly, an SMG to her front tire would be more effective, but that would kill her, so let's avoid that. Here's my plan, let's see what you all think. Cori's car gets marked, by whomever needs to mark her, and then someone in the race tries to nudge her in a corner to send her off of the road and down a cliff. She'll be taking corners quickly, so one nudge at the right time could send her through the guardrail. She'll get nudged, but she recovers fast enough to scrape the rail, instead of blowing right through it. This is what slows her down, not losing an engine, ten seconds in a race like this can make a huge difference. Taras crashes the racer he thinks is responsible, for he witnessed the whole thing, and this puts him in last place as he nearly kills the guy. Cori, ill have probably seen the crash, so that should be nice and rewarding. Um... that puts everyone in the right finishing order, right?@Weazle, I can drift, but its no in every corner, maybe hairpins just so that I don't lose too much speed. It would kill the grip on the tires though, with a heavy car like that sliding across the road. What do you think would happen if a car that heavy hit a hairpin at about 100-110mph? Honestly. I think that the idea for the attack was to have Kitten's character be involved somehow, though I'm sure since I wasn't involved in planning that at all. I do agree with you that the sniper angle wouldn't make much sense overall, though I guess it could be doable in a tight turn where the cars have to slow down a lot. As for the other stuff, I'm pretty sure that you'd kill yourself if you went into a hairpin at 100 mph with any car, so you'd be even more dead with a really heavy one. As far as I know, drifting in general isn't useful in a normal race 99.9% of the time 'cause it takes you a lot longer to start speeding up again coming out of the corner, making you lose more time than you might have saved by drifting the corner in the first place, not to mention ruining your tires which would kill your chances in anything but a very short sprint. But, then again, we're probably not going for full-on realism, so I'd say that you could bend the rules if you wanted to. Like, if we were, I don't think that Two Fires would even be viable because the weight would just make breaking/accelerating/etc. terrible compared with the lighter cars, but it's fun and different, so I don't mind it. Anyway, just speaking for myself here, and I'm not an expert, so I could be wrong. Actually the sniper part works if you read my post. She not only took higher ground she scooted it out ahead of time. She as in a spot to overlook part of the race, and has small cameras set along the parts she can't see. Furthermore, she prepared ahead of time to make sure she can take the shot. But seeing as everyone keeps having some sort of issue with it. I'll just not do it, you can all do as you wish with the race since there doesn't seem to be anything we agree on. And I'm just confused about what all you want at the moment so I wouldn't want to post any. Though I'm starting to see that an assassin in this game may not have been a good idea. If you'd rather I just let the role go then please tell me. Not that reading isn't partly fun, if I'm not really going to get any play time I'd like to know.PS not meaning to sound harsh this is just what I'm thinking at this point. :) an expert drift does the opposite in the corner, you don't slow down, that's why the drift became popular. It's superior to a braking corner. A driver that knows their car can balance it through a tight course with a good drift technique, other cars have to brake to safely make a corner, a good drift racer never has to slow down, so an expert drift is almost unbeatable. Most drifts are flashy and useless, just to show off how powerful a car is. The bottom line is that if a car moves, it can be controlled. I always worry about realism, it makes it fun for me. Post coming soon, probably tomorrow night.@kittenIt would just be hard to hit a target that's moving that fast, but it's not impossible. An assassin makes sense in this game, just not in this race. Don't worry too much. I didn't mean to focus any concern in your direction. I feel like we're coming closer to an agreement.... I hope. A target like that isn't as hard as you think. A sniper with the right equipment and training can do so. You adjust for position of the car, speed of target, bullet drift, wind speed, distance to target, and with all moving target shot where they are going to be not where they are. Your bullet will miss as it arrives too late to it's target if you shoot where they are at that time. Sorry army brat and my dad's best friend was a sniper. I grew listening to this stuff lol But again I'll just sit out, as for the game as a whole. I'll just try and stay positive, but at the moment I simply don't see it working. Quote from: Photo on 23-11-2012, 18:53:44an expert drift does the opposite in the corner, you don't slow down, that's why the drift became popular. It's superior to a braking corner. A driver that knows their car can balance it through a tight course with a good drift technique, other cars have to brake to safely make a corner, a good drift racer never has to slow down, so an expert drift is almost unbeatable. Most drifts are flashy and useless, just to show off how powerful a car is. The bottom line is that if a car moves, it can be controlled. Maybe in ideal situations like a rally race over ice or dirt or down a windy mountain course, but I don't think that's the case over a regular paved road. Maybe you can take the corner faster, but you're still going sideways by the time the other car is coming out of the corner on the inside and accelerating. But it's mostly the other issues. Your tires won't hold up for more than a few turns, you won't be able to drift at all unless the track is wide enough, and if there are other cars near you that aren't drifting you're going to bump into them. Admittedly, I'm not completely sure about the speed thing and whether drifting is faster or slower overall when factoring in acceleration and all that, but I am pretty sure that it's not viable in most scenarios just based on the other issues alone. If it was actually superior you'd see it used in 'standard' racing, but you don't. The closest thing to what we're doing in game that I can think of is Super GT, and if you check out a few videos on YouTube you won't see any of the cars drifting ever. Or fast lap runs around the Nürburgring circuit which only take 7~ minutes (so the tire wear issue would presumably be less severe than over a longer race like what we'll be doing in our game, at least for the first race), and you don't see drifting there either, not even on world record setting runs where they're obviously doing everything possible to maximize their speed and minimize their time. Like I said, though, I'm personally not bothered at all if you or anyone else wants to drift in game and describe it as being super useful. To be honest I was fully expecting to see it happen in a game like this from the start because it's undeniably cool, and I'm totally fine with that. It's up to you how realistic you wanna aim for, though. Go with what makes you happy. Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 23-11-2012, 18:49:56Actually the sniper part works if you read my post. She not only took higher ground she scooted it out ahead of time. She as in a spot to overlook part of the race, and has small cameras set along the parts she can't see. Furthermore, she prepared ahead of time to make sure she can take the shot. But seeing as everyone keeps having some sort of issue with it. I'll just not do it, you can all do as you wish with the race since there doesn't seem to be anything we agree on. And I'm just confused about what all you want at the moment so I wouldn't want to post any. Though I'm starting to see that an assassin in this game may not have been a good idea. If you'd rather I just let the role go then please tell me. Not that reading isn't partly fun, if I'm not really going to get any play time I'd like to know. PS not meaning to sound harsh this is just what I'm thinking at this point. :)I think you might be overreacting a bit. First, we're just as confused as you are since we have no idea what you discussed with Del or whoever, and we don't know what's going on or why you're even sniping at cars in the first place. Not saying that it's not a legit idea or anything, just that since we don't know what's up, it's hard for us to look at it the same way as you. Like Del said, he hadn't taken the NPC drivers into account when he presumably discussed shooting Cori's engine out with you, so at the very least, that particular detail needed to be changed. Secondly, two of us just said that maybe trying to take a shot at a speeding car wasn't ideal, but that it could still fly, which isn't the same as everyone disagreeing with you (the kind of shot that you described in your last post would be hello difficult despite what you may think, but I figured that could be justified by the fact that your character is super badass at what she does). And the third point, which I think is the most important, is that you should remember that this game (and most RP's in general) is more about characters interacting and developing than anything else. Just because your character is an assassin doesn't mean that you have to be assassinating people in every single post (just like the rest of us won't be racing in every post either). That would probably get boring pretty fast. I'm rather confused as to why you believe that the one and only thing you could possibly write about is murdering people. Again, I'm not saying that your idea about the sniping and whatnot during this first race should be scrapped, and I never did, so if you can make it work without breaking the finishing order, go for it. - GM DECISION - After reviewing everyone's input on how/when Kitten should come into play, this is what I think we should do: Kitten WILL be posting taking a sniper shot (half the reason I mentioned that was because of her location and set-up already - it just fit). I actually WAS in the U.S. Marines for four years, so I think I have the experience to say that it's close enough to possible to actually do in this game. Plus she's supposed to be a badass assassin right? Taking an easy shot wouldn't be anything special. And like others mentioned above, she could have scouted ahead of time and picked a spot at the extreme hairpin turn on the course by Chico onto HWY 16 by the inlet in the middle of the race. The shot will NOT disable the car - it will merely surprise Cori enough to make her lose a step and swerve, letting others pass her. At which point she will be slightly worried about having just gotten shot at - and note quite focused enough to fully catch back up to first place. It doesn't have to fit absolutely perfect - this is a very talented group of writers, and I'm sure we can all make that work. It's important that we get our assassin involved as well. She's here for a reason too, and she needs to be included. It wouldn't be fair to keep her waiting (she's already been waiting quite long enough!) Everyone hurry up and get beaten, so I can do something, too. :P Gave you guys a couple more NPCs to slay if you feel so inclined. Technically 3 but one of them already got ran off the road. Quote from: Lithium on 27-11-2012, 00:00:55Gave you guys a couple more NPCs to slay if you feel so inclined. Technically 3 but one of them already got ran off the road. Nice post. Now we need one for Rubik and Adriano, then I suppose it would be a good time for our assassin to make her move. Nice post Ninja - short but sweet. I liked it. Thanks! It's kind of amazing to me how you people keep consistently dropping these giant posts, honestly. XD Not that I am trying to impugn y'all work, you guys consistently deliver quality as well as quantity. Just... wow. Quote from: NinjaWeazel on 28-11-2012, 04:33:10 Thanks! It's kind of amazing to me how you people keep consistently dropping these giant posts, honestly. XD Lack of anything better to do? :P Quote from: Lithium on 28-11-2012, 04:35:15Lack of anything better to do? Haha... that's probably it. Actually I do have other things I should be doing, but my muse murders them and then forces me to choose between writing or death. Damn, I was last... :P I'm assuming it is safe for me to post now? .> Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 28-11-2012, 07:09:30I'm assuming it is safe for me to post now? Lt;, &lt;...Sgt;.Sgt;Very safe. Safe as wild duck on Thanksgiving Day. Post away! Posted, hopefully it is to everyone's liking. Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 28-11-2012, 09:37:49Posted, hopefully it is to everyone's liking. Looks fine with me. I'll post next with a response to the attack probably tomorrow night, unless photo beats me to it. Quote from: Vellum on 29-11-2012, 01:39:51 Looks fine with me. I'll post next with a response to the attack probably tomorrow night, unless photo beats me to it. Posted last night. So I guess that would make it photo again? I'm assuming he'll need to post before anyone else is able to. Well... I suppose that Lithium and Ninja's characters are out in front - so it's not going to matter for them. Just for Adriano and myself again really. Quote from: Vellum on 03-12-2012, 03:11:10Posted last night. So I guess that would make it photo again? I'm assuming he'll need to post before anyone else is able to. Well... I suppose that Lithium and Ninja's characters are out in front - so it's not going to matter for them. Just for Adriano and myself again really. Just checking in on everyone. I PMed Photo to let him know a couple of us are waiting on his post with Cori. But Ninja and Lithium are free to post - since you're ahead of the assassination attempt. You might reference seeing something in your rearview possibly - but you don't have to. It's up to you two how you want to react to it, since it's in the background. I'm still here! Just... caught a cold that has turned into some kind of unkillable chest cough and it's had me laid out for a bit. I'll have something up in the next day or two, sorry about the delay. I'll sneak in a quality post this week. Furthermore, I've been trying to write earlier for some of my other threads, but I'm just strung at my screen while music is playing. Exams are a giant muse destroyer! In case anyone is curious about what's on my to-do list (generally speaking) I try to keep it updated here: Vellum' A/As - To-Do List (#msg7259837) Dang. Love the post Photo! Now I can't wait for my next turn to post! Umm, Though If I read it correctly Photo was saying Yuri took more then one shot and she didn't. Only one at the mark. No, she was just lucky, because if she had crashed in the view of the sniper, another shot would be possible, but she made it three-quarters of the way through the hairpin. She probably would have died had there not been an engine in the trunk.anyway. Is this dead? Checking vellum a/a hope not, I am enjoying my Russian! I'm barely even in it... and I am the main villain! D:Don't die on me now when I am so close! LOL at least you got to the point where you could interact with people. :P - GM Update!!! -Sorry for the unexpected absence everyone. This game is still very much alive. Especially considering the few people who have barely gotten a chance to post have been the most recent posters in this IOC thread. We just need a jump start is all! So everyone go take a look back at the current story again and see if it's about time for your post. I know I am due here and will be posting in the very near future! Anyone that has any issues continuing for any reason needs to send me a PM (how it's always been - though I was away for a few weeks). Let's get this show rollin' again! Yeah... 8-) that's what I'm talking about! Hell yeah Post up for Tara's. He, snuck in another post >:) Awesome, now we're really moving. I suppose we've opened up opportunities for our non-drivers to make posts and react to Cori's crash and our two leaders blazing up towards the finish line (probably already in sight at this point). Seems like things are picking up pace again. I love it! Nods~ I was just waiting for the drivers to get past the drive that marked the car. Yuri is going to go take care of a few things. But she didn't want to get caught :P Let's keep it going! Who's next, Curvy Kitten and Lithium? If you want I can work up a post? I mean, if Yuri needs to do something, then go for it! Otherwise, don't feel compelled, I was just wondering what should be happening next. I suppose the ones who are going to actually finish the race need to go ahead and do that first. I planed a little something that she could use for later on. But Yuri would wait till the coast was clear enough for her not to get caught by the other drivers. Ooh, sneaky. Me...no... Yumi.hell yes. Black mail is a wonderful and powerful thing. :) I believe our posting rate is beginning to match the title of the game. ^.^ I love how everything is moving! Great job everyone. Quote from: Adrianne on 18-01-2013, 04:14:33Let's keep it going! Who's next, Curvy Kitten and Lithium? Your wish is my command~ AAAAA. That's cold-blooded. Trying to get the GMs PC deported. Its so ruthless and bold I can't help but applaud you. Excellent play kitten! That's going to be a tricky noose to slip out of. Smiles~ I do have a few good ideas every once in a while. At the moment the video is just part of her private collection. She is simply enjoying her ice cream for now. Lol But we shall see what the cops find and how the RP goes. :)Yuri was raised to be ruthless after all. She really knows no other way of being. Was going to post PNA storm today, but instead I got Thursday drunk. Will give you guys something tomorrow Quote from: Adrianne on 16-01-2013, 14:13:55He opened the other car's door and pulled out the driver, landing a solid punch on the side of his face as he did. "How did you sabotage her car?" Adriano said, in a low, impatient voice. He tossed the driver outside his car, but he only shook and protested his innocence. He probably doesn't know anything anyway, Adriano thought to himself, though he gave the driver a kick in the side just to be safe. Besides, it wasn't like he could continue driving at this point.:Omaha DRIVE!! D:Oh hell no! No you didn't!*dials up Yuri* I'm just trying to pull your character out into the open! :P Post for Tara's coming tomorrow! Sorry. No post tonight. But tomorrow night starts my 5-day weekend. I'll get a post up early and will probably get another one or two in before I go back to work next Wednesday. Never really thought about it until this very moment... but everyone in the RP should have a cell phone, right? I mean, THIS IS THE MODERN WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Quote from: Pachuca on 24-01-2013, 16:24:35Never really thought about it until this very moment... but everyone in the RP should have a cell phone, right? I mean, THIS IS THE MODERN WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Indeed. I'm checking E from it right now. On my way home from work. I suspect they meant 'all the characters'. Otherwise I'm going to have to admit to not having a cellphone IRL, and then things will get quiet, and I'll have to awkwardly scuff my foot on the carpet and look at the floor while people stare in stunned disbelief. Oh, yeah, characters. I thought it was obvious, but the wording can go the other way. TYPICAL DEL READING IT THE WAY I DON'T WANT HIM TO. Will post late this weekend (finally). I have half of it written up so I hope nothing changes too much that I have to edit me posting. Quote from: Pachuca on 25-01-2013, 02:25:34Oh, yeah, characters. I thought it was obvious, but the wording can go the other way. TYPICAL DEL READING IT THE WAY I DON'T WANT HIM TO. Will post late this weekend (finally). I have half of it written up so I hope nothing changes too much that I have to edit me posting. Haha, sorry Reich. I tend to read most things literally on the fly. I've got to concentrate to catch on to what people really mean. Lingering effects of unknowingly growing up with Asperger's. I think I've adapted well over the years. ;) And Nokia aching for some Dong'an chicken. I'll have to go to the market today. I opened the recruitment back up to possibly (not definitely) fill the two positions we lost - one on the crew and one triad driver. They may or may not get filled - as I'm going to be pretty picky on the players we let in. I think we've got a good cast going here and good chemistry, and maintaining that is my top priority (even above filling the cast). I just wanted to let everyone know that weighted a new face or two in the next week. Neither new player would be posting until the current in-game night's events have wrapped up, so just continue on as planned. Thanks! Anyone heard from Racial lately? Jet privet, Comrade Vellum! ....my arm... Post is up for Tara's. Think we may have found a couple additional players as well. They might be jumping in here this weekend if I can get bios and things situated in time. Hope everyone is enjoying the increased posting rate. Glad to see us moving again! YAY maybe I'll find a way to get my girl more involved! Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 06-02-2013, 06:12:18YAAY maybe I'll find a way to get my girl more involved! Well Mr. Kwan will be meeting with Tara's and Co soon, I'm sure he'd want his most exceptional and skilled assassin nearby as an emergency bodyguard. You should have her lurking about the restaurant - maybe have her be the waitress during the dinner. That would be an interesting twist! Everyone go ahead and welcome xSnorkleRainbow to the game. She will be our new Triad Racer. I should have her bio up in the next day or two as soon as Lithium and Photo look over it. It would be helpful for our other triad players to get a group PM going between you all for scheming and planning. If you do so, CC me on that, so I can see what's coming up and work the plot from the Crew's side. Or of course we can just discuss it here. Anyhow! Welcome to the game Ms. Rainbow! Woot! Welcome! Also yeah, I think the Triad should get some internal RP action going on, now that they are a sizable group. Quote from: Adrianne on 08-02-2013, 06:55:12woot! Welcome! Also yeah, I think the Triad should get some internal RP action going on, now that they are a sizable group. I second this. Tara's and Allison will be coming for dinner, but after that the four of you can get together and start scheming/interacting with each other. Your characters don't necessarily have to be relegated to supporting the story about the crew. I wouldn't mind if a sub-story came to life out of the interactions between the triad members. Of course remember that the primary tension of the game is focused on the triads trying to extort the crew members - abusing the use of their skills, and perhaps even trying to seduce them into mafia... or kill them. That's where the struggle lies, but sub-plots are VERY WELCOME additions!!! Quote from: Vellum on 08-02-2013, 07:04:00Of course remember that the primary tension of the game is focused on the triads trying to extort the crew members - abusing the use of their skills, and perhaps even trying to seduce them into mafia... or kill them. That's where the struggle lies, but sub-plots are VERY WELCOME additions!!!BY GOD Yuri is doing her part on that much. Even if I haven't actually red with anyone yet. :P Quote from: Vellum on 08-02-2013, 07:04:00I second this. Tara's and Allison will be coming for dinner, but after that the four of you can get together and start scheming/interacting with each other. Your characters don't necessarily have to be relegated to supporting the story about the crew. I wouldn't mind if a sub-story came to life out of the interactions between the triad members. I have already started my scheme and was about to tell them all after the race. But the pace slowed down over Christmas, and now I am bursting with my genius... :-X Quote from: Harass on 08-02-2013, 13:54:28I have already started my scheme and was about to tell them all after the race. But the pace slowed down over Christmas, and now I am bursting with my genius... :-Awesome! Well Snorkel will give you another pawn to play with. ^.^ Also just finished the process on getting Tehran going on filling in the vacant crew spot for the Chemist. He's drawing up a bio for that now and will get it to me over the next couple of days. So xSnorkleRainbow, and Tehran... WELCOME! Glad to have you both! Kinda blah posts but you know, whatever. Screw you guys. :P Yeah, way to not talk to anyone. Jerk. Srsly what a cunt. No-no word! :o We're just one sex-scene away from Rosenberg'scratchier. :P After Photo posts for Cori, ill be moving us forward into the Triad meeting. I just wanted to give a heads-up in case our wonderful Mafia players wanted to start painting the scene ahead of time so we know where to jump in. Quote from: Vellum on 20-02-2013, 06:45:43Aftef Photo posts for Cori, ill be moving us forward into the Triad meeting. I just wanted to give a heads-up in case our wonderful Mafia players wanted to start painting the scene ahead of time so we know where to jump in. Started working on that yesterday, but pulled a muscle in my back when I played with the cat mid-sentence. Hell of a way to finish your day early... ::) I'm working on a post for tonight. Been a busy weekend (on call again). Still trying to recuperate from nine-days in a row of work + a weekend of on-call at the end of it. Whew. Never again! Lol. Back to a snail's pace, eh? Quote from: Adrianne on 25-03-2013, 05:02:12Back to a snail's pace, eh? Unfortunately slower than a snail's pace. Regretfully my time at Illiquid as ended (at least for the foreseeable future). I've been fighting off the inevitable for months now, thinking I could continue on; but things didn't turn out as I was hoping. My A/As are updated with a little more information on it. I think most of the interest in this game had begun to die off anyway... there were really only a handful of us getting timely posts out. I hope that doesn't offend anyone. Furthermore, I really enjoyed all of your writing, and I am extremely disappointed that I won't get to read more of it or see how this story ends. Furthermore, I'm assuming that this game is kind of a crap-shoot without me, since my character has a pretty big role in it. However, if all of you want to continue on without me, I am completely fine with Tara's becoming an NPC or being taken on by another player. If not, then thanks everyone for the effort and the amazing posts. Wish I could see it continue. I'll be around this weekend as I tie off loose ends in another game. I am available to do the same for this one, if it is requested. I'll actually probably write a final post for Tara's regardless of if the game continues or not. Lithium's last was just too perfect not to respond to. Quote from: Vellum on 05-04-2013, 11:40:45Unfortunately slower than a snail's pace. Regretfully my time at Illiquid as ended (at least for the foreseeable future). I've been fighting off the inevitable for months now, thinking I could continue on; but things didn't turn out as I was hoping. My A/As are updated with a little more information on it. I think most of the interest in this game had begun to die off anyway... there were really only a handful of us getting timely posts out. I hope that doesn't offend anyone. Furthermore, I really enjoyed all of your writing, and I am extremely disappointed that I won't get to read more of it or see how this story ends. Furthermore, I'm assuming that this game is kind of a crap-shoot without me, since my character has a pretty big role in it. However, if all of you want to continue on without me, I am completely fine with Tara's becoming an NPC or being taken on by another player. If not, then thanks everyone for the effort and the amazing posts. Wish I could see it continue. I'll be around this weekend as I tie off loose ends in another game. I am available to do the same for this one, if it is requested. Furthermore, I'll actually probably write a final post for Tara's regardless of if the game continues or not. Lithium's last was just too perfect not to respond to. That's too bad, but sometimes real life gets in the way, and you have to make sacrifices. I hope everything works out for you and that your break pays off. As for the game, from talking with most of the other players, I pretty much know that we won't be continuing without you, so you don't need to worry about any transition stuff for Tara's. It's your call if you want to write one last post, but it really isn't necessary since it won't be going anywhere after that regardless, so don't stress over it if you've got more important things to do. Hopefully we'll see you again some time, feel free to say hi if you ever return. Bye for now~ I'm sad to hear this game is over. I never got a chance to be part of it, but it was still a good read! But understand RL happens. It was nice to be part of it while it lasted.:) I am sorry to hear the game is ending, and sorry to hear that you are going. But I do hope things work out for you and maybe another day you'll be back again. Part of me is sad it's over, and part of me is glad we're done dragging out its long death. It was nice playing with everyone, though :)

Fast and Furious - Seattle_ OOC & Plot Discussion|rating:3.0

_An Ancient Vendetta_ (Blissy x November)

The land of Sham it was a vast land separated by natures of divine boundaries set in place thousands of millenniums ago by the ancient gods and still despite that, it seemed to remain a land of people for the people. Little was known of the true mysterious that lurked beneath and around the continent, except for those bore such hidden knowledge. To everyone else Sham it was a place of refugee with nothing more than distant fairy-tales of vast creatures and beings living beyond the known boundaries of the "found" world. The people of the continent were a good sort of people, but no place ever bore such perfection as some of the grand and almighty rulers may have imagined it to be or ever become and instead there were only dreams and illusions of such things. The Shall empire of Sham it had gone untouched by the presence of anything too unmeasurable then the force of and the empires army for centuries as some may have very well considered the land to be a place of little or no war at all. What people of the continent didn't know was how such peace had been kept for so long and done by the very hand of those same things they only ever believed to exist in legends depicted by aging scripture. The empire itself had been housed by a number of great sorcerers and sorceresses for time and time again. They would practice in the art of manifesting illusion of the unsuspecting people and even the Pharaohs knew of who their true rulers were in this land. It would seem that the Shall empire was not a place that many had believed it too, existing in a land that had only been cleverly crafted by the true rulers to make its inhabitants to believe the world was as small and simple as they had been lead to believe. However, this illusion did not only serve to trick the people of the continent itself but often lead others outside the essence of the sleepless power to believe their world was much smaller than they truly knew it to be. Even with the truth remaining a mystery under timeless shroud of illusion there could still be a break of peace if the fragility of it was tempered with in just right place. And this peace would simply not remain as it had. It were as if it were any other normal day in the grand city of empire and normal people went about their usual business, things remained as they should and error seemed not apparent to any form of obvious degree. It was not until the rather illusive dreams and abstract visions started to occur that the ever sustaining peace of the continent would seem to be threatened. Dreams were often considered a place of wondered by the masters, even the ones that were capable of conjuring them to suit the mind of their masters. The young apprentice, Eels could not help but bare questions about the change in her dreams, so much that it had begun to bother her. She remembered seeing strange creatures amidst the desert wastelands, their bodies unlike those of common people. They seemed bestial in one sense but humane in another, but despite abnormality of their form, their strange sharpened gleaming horns of gold could never shake from her mind. It only took the young apprentice a few nights to realize that her vision had been clouded by something less normal and in compelling deprival for understanding she'd bring this news of strange slumbering visions to her master. Her master would tell her of a race of creature, existing quite harmoniously with other kinds of people long ago and that they two had been cast under the spell of the land. Despite his answer seeming to intrigue the younger listener she could not help but notice the doubt on her masters face. Her master would not tell her much else then he had and only that someone would be needed to seek these creatures out to confirm whether their awakening had been true. Ultimately in the midst of her own curiosity and lack of understanding the young sorceress would put herself up to the task, volunteering herself to investigate the rumors of these strange horned people from the wastelands. Eels had never been on much an adventure before, but it was expected of her to come of competence soon that she'd be able to replace her aging master, and she could not do so without first having her skills of sleep magic put to the test. Eels would go out alone to great chasms that world fortify the town and look out to the wastelands beyond. Nothing more than a long bridge separated the town from those lands, and it was there that the young sorceress would realize she was not fit to endure the length of the trip, and she'd need to better prepare herself for her journey into those silent ancient lands. Eels had come with nothing more than the ancient tome in which she'd need to conjure her magic and her own compelling sense of curiosity. Reminded by the reality of the situation she was embracing, she'd be forced to turn her head in slight shame realizing her imagination had made simple impression of the task that lie ahead of her and that she could not endure it alone as she is. It was then that she'd come to a clever thought, her attention spinning to the far left as she'd make remnants of a distant village just beyond the empire walls, reminding herself of the sorts of stories she had heard of the kind people there. The thought of better preparing herself for a fitting journey seemed rational enough, and she could think of no better place then start collecting whatever equipment she might need. Eels remembered the reality of her place as a young sorceress of the council, but she would remain an agent of magic and wonder no less. She knew that once she'd walk in the town it would be impossible to ignore both the blessing and despite the variety of characters within the village walls. Some would bow at her feet and bless her with far to many silly kind gifts and others would turn their head in fear at the sight of her presence. It was tough to be the sort of divinity that she was, both knowing of equal appraisal and shame, but it was just another part of her honest duty nonetheless. Upon reaching the gates of the town she'd only watch them swing it open in a slow old heave at the call of a curious gates watchmen. She'd step into the town and immediately eyes would fall on her, some of the peasants other of guards. A single man would smile widely to her, and she'd smile politely back casting the magical tome at her side away with the wisp of her arm as if it never existed. Another stranger would literally drop the baskets he were trying to balance and tumble to the ground in an obvious display of fright, and she'd only find herself signing in bitter sympathy. "I have come to your town on a journey. I am a neophyte from the Divine Circle. I need nothing more than food water and I will pay by coin as every person of equal law shall, despite this title. May you go in peace with your regular duties for I have no other business here then my claim." She'd announce aloud at the quieting crowd around her, as she knew they'd immediately begin to judge the absolute best and worst of her sort of people, simply based on the rumors and tales each and every one of them believed in. The sun above burned hot as the citizens of a small nearby city had grown exhausted from waves of heat. Although they were used to the sun being so high in the air and not a single cloud to be seen in the bluest of skies, they still hoped for some shade or even rain. The possibility of rain was at it's lowest. More luck would resign in seeing a Seraphic lord of all things bright and beautiful. But rain was not one of them. A miracle was to be had and a celebration as well if drops of water fell from the sky. Although the citizens did not run thirsty they still felt the heat get to their skin. Some having to cover up more than others due to their sensitive nature. Soft pale skins were not meant to be seen in such beating weather conditions. There were few who enjoyed the heat and embraced it as it did not bother them one little bit, as some others passed out and could not withstand. On days like today it was said that both mothers and children should stay indoors and not risk the chance of confiding in a burn that could possibly damage them forever. A humans skin was precious and not meant to be tainted with such irrational heat. But alas, not many listened to the suggestions of their elders. Children regardless would play outdoors and have the fun they wished to whilst mothers and fathers alike stood by to ensure safety. Although the city itself was quite safe there was still the possibility of danger ridden throughout it. Who was to say such a place was safe as a whole? There was none. Things happened without reason whether people liked it or not. Although the sun beat hot on such a day, there still remained an individual who could find care less in such heated weather. Cannon could not help but take a look at the bright sky. Gentle hand raising above his brows to block the suns light out as he gazed at the beauty that withhold above. It was beautiful to say the least that the sky would give off such wonderful color. Alas, it was sunset that made such beauty glow, but the day time could be considered just as nice. Today was unlike any other day. Something was going to happen, Cannon could feel it. Whatever this strange aura was, it assured him that there would be a sight to see today and this was his reasoning for being outdoors. His interest was high as ever. Blonde hair a little shaggy, needing quite the trim. His skin pale as ever and questionable to why it had never been burnt. Robes of white that covered his body, sandals strapped to his feet and a staff in his right hand ensuring his dominant hand. A few emerald rings upon his fingers that shone gentle shades of pastels. Eyes of a gentle blue that gazed amongst the city and saw the thing most precious to it; it's people. With a small smile on his face, enough to make said young girls swoon he'd gaze amongst the city, one step at a time with his staff to help him. Cannon was not all that old but rather quite young. Having been only the age of twenty he had quite the years ahead of him. Although he'd been far too knowledgeable for his age there had been many things he seemed to not know of. Naive, somewhat brave, he had the highest of tolerance. His best traits hidden from the public eye except his rather curious and profound nature. A ruckus sped throughout the city had been formed and commotion uproar. Curiosity hit its peak when both positive and negative voices were heard calling to the heavens above. At first, it was in but a whisper, the voices of the people were speaking cautiously quiet and yet, the interest remained at it's highest when people spoke in rather obnoxious tones and ill spoken words spat from their lips. With eyes and ears of all wonderment in nature, Cannon took a slow and very simple walk toward the front gates as if he had been uninterested in rushing to the matter. This was only an illusion to the crowd in front of him. A way of making it seem as if he had cared but wasn't wishing to rush to it. Knowing that his face amongst few others were recognized throughout the crowds of those who inhabited the city. Popularity was not wished upon him, but it had come and gone and there was nothing he could say or do about it. As he arrived at the front he overheard the speech of a woman. Her words questionable to his understanding and he wanted to know a little bit more about her. But just as she'd come within his sight range, he'd freeze. The familiar robes from the Empire blatantly bright as they showed their true colors. Of course, it was only understandable as to why the folks of the city had such mixed reviews in their tone. Both good and bad, positive and negative, it was all because of this one woman and what she had been. Although he didn't approve of the negative way the individuals had been treating her, but not a word escaped him. Having been a citizen of the city for a little over half his life, Cannon had come to understand that it was better to keep words behind closed doors rather than out in the open. Whatever was said in the public eye could easily be manipulated and forged into other words. Although the woman must have meant well there was a possibility that she'd be fed different words entirely. That the gossipers of the city would deem her words to be untruthful and that she would cause harm to them. Alas, citizens needed entertainment to strive on and as far as the city went, guests were the only individuals they could talk about freely. Just as Cannon had taken a step forward to go and say something a loud sound had been heard close to him. The crowd around growing silent as a citizen who had been trying to balance far too many baskets of his best-selling-fruits had collapsed onto the ground, twisting his ankle in horrid manner. Cannon had realized this as his name had been called by a little boy who must have been the son. The child's eyes beading toward Cannon from afar as his own blue eyes watched the fruits roll on the ground. A rather obnoxious yell had been heard seconds later from the man who tried to stand and with that Cannon needed to do something. With the push of his feet he'd rush over, his sash flying behind him as he'd rush to the man's side and almost dramatically slide on the sand next to him. "Are you alright?" Voice as soft as nature itself as he'd put on a worried expression, lips parting with worry as he'd gaze at the injury the man had. A complaint being heard from the citizen as he'd take his ankle gently within his hands, the man laying on the ground in absolute pain as he whimpered helplessly. It must have been quite the sprain. For longer than Cannon could remember he had been with the church of the city. His practices originally meant to be in medicine, but it seemed they had taken quite the turn when his abilities had been found out. The young man himself had powers unlike any other. Obtaining such abilities that no one knew of until he'd accidentally shown them to the cities' priest. The smallest ability to heal said wounds, but it was not instantaneous. Rather, the healing itself was time-consuming and could take between seconds to minutes or even hours. There was no saying in what could happen or what determined his use of power or how he controlled it in the first place. Realistically, he'd still been learning from the Priest himself... but alas only an apprentice remain. With his hand on the ankle and his staff in the other he'd raise the staff over the injury and focus his eyes on the spot at hand where it hurt the most. A rather gently glow of red radiating from the staff's jewel itself as the man's skin too would glow a gentle red in the injured area... Despite knowing mostly from page to thought, Eels could tell that aged scriptures and vivid hieroglyphic text only did so much justice to the imagery of the world she knew. For her, the world had seemed simple yet vast in its bounds. For a girl so starved by her own curiosity it was hard for her not to pay mind to the very reality that spiraled about her, rather than desiring to paint the abstract images of her imagination upon the frames of the fundamental world around her. Her childish perception of the world was not entirely her fault, since her youth she had grown up mostly in doors only really being able to spoil herself with the imagery of the outside world though the usage of text and imagination until a certain age. Eels was very much unlike the people around her, both born raised and taught under very different circumstances to make her what she was on that very day, so one might say it was difficult for her to embrace the reality of the small town she had never really been too only a few miles from the capital walls. Eels had always wished to imagine that through the study of the magic she practices and her superiors had mastered, that the world had become a very wonderful place, painted with all sorts of golden imagery that stretched as far as the mind could wander, but this town only served to honestly test that theory in its very entirety. The very nature of the towns condition made her wonder if things were really as sound and just as the original predecessors of the divine circle had intended them to be, as she could not but help herself to wonder if perhaps there had been some sort of unforeseen flaw in their whole original design. Before her, she saw many things that were both reassuring and doubting of that whole doctrine. The condition of the town was less ideal than she originally had imagined it to be, and clearly the town was in no state of perfection, despite the effect of the endless sleeping spell over the continent. The same usual problems would still resist, and they'd be easy to point out. Naturally the spells effect was to allow everyone to live in a single illusive dream of their most profound desires, but what did that really mean? Still there were problems of equality, there was still the rich and the poor and people were still afraid of things, namely things such as her. The thought of it made Eels wonder if by invoking the sort of magic that the circle had so many centuries ago, if they had ever truly taken into account what they were really doing in the first place, but then again she was also in no state or position to really be opposing the actions of half-ancestors either. Standing there in the center of town after making her announcement truly did make her feel a sort of realistic impact on the nature of the sort of magic she dealt with, after seeing some of the faces of both the scared and charmed village people about her. If there was one thing that was for certain, it was that her involvement in the whole act had proven to make her understand just how the worst things could truly be on both the inside and outside the entire continent if it wasn't for people alike her and her master. Even knowing that she felt an awkward sense of placement as she'd proudly state her business and wish away the practicalities of those both charmed and frightened by her very presence. Truly she wished to be no sort of oddity where she stood, but it would be impossible to go unnoticed being the very person that she was. It would only take a few moments or so for the villagers to return to their usual business, even with a few wandering eyes finding themselves unable to leave her as she'd go about taking her first few steps into town, her own eyes canvasing the exterior of the village. Not even any more than several steps forward she'd find herself halting on the base of her heel as she heard rushed footsteps intrude in the direction of her walk as a strange man would rush toward her baring some sort of charm in the form of a pendent. It was hard for her not to feel faltered, but she'd know better than to take from anyone less than her unless it was for good reason. With a simple raising motion of her hand and a light fluttering forward at her wrist she'd smile and wish the man away with the necklace. "No, no. That's quite alright. I do believe you are entitled to your own earned luxuries. Don't spoil them on me." She'd respond to the man in the midst of his sentence. Not only was it wrong of her to take gifts from just about anyone other than her superiors, she knew it was also shameful and wrong of her to dwell in the charity of others being a person of her status. These people worked hard for their own living, no matter what sort of living that was, and it was not her place to dwindle in that sort of balance despite knowing the actions of the man to be charitable and respectful. Despite all her morals keeping her from taking the gift, it was also the little fact that behind the man there seemed to be a rather unsettled woman attempting to usher him back to her and a small girl at her side. The thought of taking away from the poor under the condition of what sort of person she was an impact she made to the empire, only to leave a family starving also really bothered her, and she thought the idea of the man's actions to be rather nonsensical as well. Finally, with a gentle bow the man would leave her and take his prized possession back to his family where it belonged, while she'd watch the rather unhappy wife of the man snatch the necklace from him. Eels couldn't help but laugh softly at the action of the man, only to have the smile wiped from her face as suddenly a tomato would come flying toward her from her front. She'd snap right into action, her hand raising in sharp response as she'd catch the tomato before it made impact with her face, only serving to stop in light mythical hover a few inches from her cheek. Slowly her expression turned into one of distrust and annoyance as she'd snap her attention at the direction of the thrower who had already begun to take off screaming as if she were the spawn of the devil in his pursuit. Eels would only shake her head in slow shame as she'd convey the thrown vegetable to her side for a moment, and it was then that she'd see a scurry middle aged boy staring back at her in delightful wonder. Without even a second thought she'd careful cast the tomato towards the starved boy and gently allow him to catch it with a light smile. Eels couldn't imagine the situation would get more chaotic than it already had, not until a certain man who thought the worst of her would take a painful trip for the most and sending his baskets flying across the market floor nearby. Naturally Eels was very curious by nature, and she'd pay sharp mind to the matter at hand, wondering why the man had been so hesitant to try and escape her in the first place but eventually concluded that was beside the point. Slowly she'd turn on her heels and take a step towards the man just up ahead, only to see another mysterious stranger rush to his side and pay attention to his rather unfortunate situation. She couldn't help but wonder what it was the man did who seemed so eager to help the man who had fallen, but it would only take her minor moments to realize why he had quite literally jumped on the situation. In silence, she'd watch the man raise some sort of staff to the man's ankle and a reddish glow would emit from it. Her eyebrows would raise in utter bewilderment as she'd watch the mysterious man tend to the men injury in a way she knew was quite unnatural. Distracted by what she had seen, she'd approach the man with the staff and slowly turn her attention from the fading red light to his face as she'd take note of the healers features. Never had she heard of others using magic outside the capital, originally thinking it to be forbidden unless pardoned by the will of the Pharaoh. It made her wonder who the mysterious healer was, and she couldn't help but intrude on the situation totally disregarding if she were being rude at all in any way or even making the injured man unsettled for that matter. "You. What sort of magic was that? Are you a pardon of the Pharaoh? I've only heard of those in my council being able to use such magic so freely. Or are you an agent of your own cause?" She'd blink curiously at the stranger after asking him what she had in such general tone of voice. It was her place to ask of his business with magic, as it was unusual for those dwelling in small towns to be allowed to use it, but it also was not entirely her place to do anything about as she was apprentice and a rather curious one at that. Embracing the spotlight was not something Cannon ever found himself embracing. Such a drastic measure that he felt, a weight upon his shoulders as though the whole world had been watching where he stood. Every second. Every day. The public eye had always been a terrifying thing, to have the eyes of the people judging each move had anxieties running across ones body forever. The harsh reality was that someone had to do it and that someone was Cannon. A couple of others shared this spotlight, but it was not easy to rid of. To pretend as though he'd been in the shadows would have been rather unacceptable. To sneak around and assist others where he deemed necessary. There was no saying what people would do with that information, and he'd only imagine being burnt at the stake or worse. Keeping secrets in a small city such as this was not anything anyone wished to do. Not if they wanted to keep their heads. Although they seemed peaceful and under the power of a place much larger, each city held their secrets and would die before exploiting them. Had Cannon grown up under different circumstances and flaunted his ability to heal the wounds of others, his fate would be inconclusive. As it stood, he truly had been a lucky young man. To grow up since he could remember in a church and raised by a priest, the preaching was easier said than done. At first the city had been afraid, fearing him of his abilities, wondering what other 'magic' he held behind him, but realistically, was there any? Only using his intended magic for the good of others, not the bad. But eventually the people warmed their hearts up to him slowly. It took years upon years until he finally reached a point of acceptance by the city and thankful he was every step of the way. The red light emitting from his staff had worked, and his heart never felt so wary. At first, he'd assumed that within the public eye he'd be deemed unworthy again and alas, he was not. People around him both distracted by the new woman and Cannon as he healed the man's injury. A soft expression gently appearing on his face as he looked to the kind injured soul. A soft smile to the thankful man who reached out and grabbed the blonde's hand with both of his. Rugged, torn and harmed hands that had seen much better days. Cannon gazed down upon them, staring at the man's weakened state and would just give him a nod. "You are most welcome," His rather kind voice sought out as he'd snatch one of the fallen apples, one that had the fortune of tumbling so close to him as he'd hand it to the man, insisting with his eyes that he'd be on his way. Without a second guess, he'd thank Cannon a few more times before getting himself steady, grabbing his basket and his fruits and heading on his way. A rather elegant voice was heard from next to him. A rather distinguished look of curiosity had torn his face as he'd look up at the same woman who entered the city only moments ago. She was rather, beautiful. Lips parting slightly as he took her in as though she'd been some sort of goddess. Her words unable to make their way properly into his head until he realized he'd been staring much too long without blinking. As he looked away for a moment he'd dust himself off and slowly tend to his feet, using his staff to stand and his free hand to dust himself off. What was he to say? Or tell her for that matter. There were much too many people around to be discussing such things. Of course, he knew where she was from but not her exact business here since he'd only caught some of it at the front. Knowing that she needed things while being here but for what purpose? He'd never quite know until asked. "A pardon of the Pharaoh? Not quite... but here is not the place to speak of such things. If you wouldn't mind, we can speak within more private quarters, perhaps?" Maybe it was due to his unforeseen discomfort, but Cannon did not want to speak with her where people rummaged eagerly to listen, where ears would poke in and accept each and every little word spoken only to rumor it forward and spread it. But with a kind gesture, Cannon would sway his hand in front of him, palm facing up as he'd nod slowly to the newcomer. "Shall we?" Where Cannon would take her had not been all that far. It had taken mere minutes in silence as he'd take her down a sandstone path and arrive at a small hut-shaped house not all too far from the church. Opening the door he'd offer the woman to enter first, and he'd follow, taking his time as he'd close the door. The place was small and quaint. Everything anyone would need in one small room. A table with wooden chairs sulking around it. A bed next to a glass window in the corner and a very minor area in the corner in which he used to cook. It was a small but satisfying place and with a gentle smile he'd offer her a seat. Whether she took it or not, Cannon would take seat in one of the carved wooden chairs and would fix a single flower that set inside a vase. His eyes narrowing off to the new woman, leaning his staff against the table gently. "So you are part of the Divine Circle?" Blue eyes interested in exactly what she had to say, but the questions in his mind would not stop. Constantly rushing one after the other. "You do not have to answer anything. I assume I can trust you. Allow me to introduce myself first and foremost. I am Cannon. I've been in this city since a very young age. Living under the Priest Omari until I was of age to have my own home. I study beneath him, carry out his wishes. I guess there is not much else to say, but you wonder about my abilities?" Looking down at his hands he'd raise them slowly as though he'd seen confused by them. Brows furrowing with mistrust of himself. Sighing and leaning back against the wooden chair as he took look back towards the woman. "Before I tell you, perhaps you can enlighten me on who you are and why you are here exactly?" It was hard for Eels not to be rather doubtful about the entirety of the situation, as she had practically walked up right in the midst of the total strangers business, but the nature in which he had chosen to blatantly display himself was indeed very impractical and questionable without dis-concern. The longer she stood there in those few moments that seemed to ease on by after she begged to speak the curiosities on her mind for the honesty that they were, the ruder she may have felt she might have been. Impressions were everything as she well knew, especially being who she was, it would never be in her intentions to offend anyone unless they were deserving of such things. It was simply hard for her not to be curious about the matter, being who she was and seeing what she did, since it was obvious it wasn't something that was rather expected in the region, never mind almost unheard of in the capital. Her own eyes would devote their attention to the mysterious man at her side who seemed to finish in his practice of cleansing the injured citizens wound, and she couldn't help but ponder on what exactly it was he had done. Naturally being a rather big sort of big worm, Eels tried to make sense of what she saw based on something she might actually know or read somewhere at some point but had trouble concluding on any obvious answer to the man's spell. Honestly she felt rather mixed thoughts about the whole practice of magic and before her very eyes. Confusion began to flush through her mind like it should have been the only sensible thing for her to feel at the moment as she wondered how she should properly go about handling the situation overall. Her feelings conveyed mixed emotions as part of her wondered if her sudden abrupt entirety into the kind deed had come off in a sort of elitist way? Or perhaps it was necessary for her to step up and address the situation as seriously as she did? But had she been serious enough or perhaps a little too serious? So many thoughts and more would work their way through her curious little head as she'd eventually find her attention slipping from the matter at hand and her imagination expanding onto less important matters. With a gentle shake of her head to try and snap her from the naive trance she had put herself into, she'd only blink blankly at the mysterious village priest at her side as he offered to take her else where. His statement alone captivated her in away she hadn't expected it too, as her lips would express some form of hidden excitement as she'd quirk a single brow in uncertainty to the stranger at her side and then slowly nod. "I suppose that would be for the better. The streets aren't exactly a place for arcane wonders. Well at least not every day. Once in a while a fable is necessary I suppose." She'd respond back to the stranger as she'd allow herself to follow him. It was rather strange for her to be so subjective of the offer, especially since she wasn't quite sure what to make of the man just yet. Part of her had felt it was a necessity for her to address the man under more private concerns, mostly because what he had done shouldn't have been ignorable by someone like her and because she also felt somewhat inclined to interrogate the man in secret. Upon arriving at his "home" she'd only curiously look over the place in brief question, her thoughts about just how long he had been doing what he had for the people of the village seeming to center once she saw the reality of his home. Eels felt inclined to ask a couple questions but apparently the strange man had beaten her too it, as she'd open her mouth with her attention drawn curiously elsewhere only to hear his words take the stage before her own. It wasn't so much that it felt like she had been interrupted more than once by this point that put a rather bewildered look on her face, but the fact that he apparently knew where she had come from? Then again was it really that hard to believe, looking the way she did? "I may bare ties to the circle yes. But I am desperately curious to know how you would have made such a profound guess at the place of my origin? I don't suppose it was the robes that gave it away?" She'd remark back in a curious tone. It was tough for her to express just the right sort of emotion that she felt the most at the current time, since despite feeling like she knew what she should be doing about the whole matter she honestly didn't. "And you. You said you weren't a pardon of the Pharaoh. And you work in this town under Omari? Forgive me. But my memory of towns people doesn't do as well as my memory of scriptures. As for my business I am merely a traveler passing by on duty of my superior." She'd respond back to Cannon, as she'd find the weight of her body leaning up against the wall beside the door as if to casually take more comfort in her position, forgetting some of her more basic mannerisms. Eels absolutely loved to discuss matters in the divine organic and fantastical, but it seemed as if more social practicalities with strangers wasn't exactly one of those stronger points. It seemed so peculiar for a stranger to rush into things, not wishing to hear the stories another had to tell. Although Cannon had been a very open-minded individual when it came to speaking of his abilities, it seemed that with this woman he gathered a completely opposite vibe. It didn't seem as though she was interested in small talk but wanted to get straight to the point about his magical abilities. The unease he felt with her standing against his wall, staring at him with her rather intense eyes. The discomfort continued to grow just as much as it had outside than in. His blue eyes straying from the courageous woman, head down as he tried to find the words to speak but alas, he was at a loss. Feeling slightly ashamed of himself for bringing up such a topic and yet annoyed at to partake that this woman did not even give him her name. Who was she? Even if she had to do with the Capital, it didn't mean that she was any better than anyone else and that her name wasn't just as important as his. Cannon could not help but feel slightly offended by her jump on topic and given that he felt this way, his shoulders found themselves rising and his arms slowly crossing against his chest. Perhaps it had been an obvious statement that where their discussion was going would likely leave his own life in jeopardy. Was he supposed to avoid her now? Thoughts of leaving the room and straying from her came first but realistically what if she was only asking out of the purity of her curious heart? That would have been his mistake had he insulted her in any form. Magic was not a common ordeal around these parts. Cannon knew that. What he was given was deemed as 'special' in one way or another. He felt strongly about his power. That it meant something to the world. Although he may not have been able to control it to its fullest abilities or even figure out if he only had the ability to heal others was beyond him. A life without this magic would have been just as good. He didn't become well known until after the cities people started to go to the church to acquire their healing. Praying day after day to the greatness from above, but nothing would come. No one's wishes would be answered. No one woke up to be healed the next day. Instead of begging for food, the people wanted illnesses to be healed, broken bones to be mended, cuts to be fixed and not infected. As Cannon had found out about his own abilities, he was obligated to tell Omari, the priest he worked under of this. And with a smile on the priests face he remembered being praised for his abilities rather than disowned. Having stayed loyal to the church all his life, he looked after the people and sooner than later they accepted him into their life. Acceptance was its own little virtue and happiness. What he held for the people was what they held for him. But all happy thoughts came to an end eventually and with knowing that this woman had held some strange power from the voiced our rumors amongst the city itself made Cannon understand. Perhaps he had been lucky with the people of this city to accept him so quickly. But this woman, whoever she was did not. To his disappointed eyes he'd look back at her with attempts to show some sort of kindness in his eyes or appreciation. It was never good to be an outcast, and this city treated her this way. "Did you not announce it when you walked inside? I was certain I heard the people of this city whispering it with both disregard and acceptance. Perhaps your robes could have given you away, but I cannot judge a book my its cover." A gentle smile breached his face and finally comfort found him once again, but to talk further could possibly harm him. Taking that chance was all he could do. "He is the head priest of this city. A man without power such as mine, but he helps me understand it. I do not work for anybody but myself although my heart is held by the church itself. I am here on my own free will. Are you planning on taking me away because of it?" With a distraught look in his eyes he'd lower them to look elsewhere for a moment, glancing out his window as though he'd felt he'd been imprisoned. Or maybe that was what it felt like right now. But looking back to the woman he'd slowly stand from his seat, uncrossing his arms as he'd help himself up with his hands against the table. "I am the only person who can help these people..." Her interruption on the strange priest was anything but as negative as he may have thought it out to be, but then again she never better than to ever approach others with magical talents such as her own so boldly. It was true that in one sense she may have been being quite rude about the matter, if general social customs were the actual front of matters here, but alas that was not the importance of the situation. What was important was the fact that she was face to face with another manipulator of the organic and Eels had been taught very well on how she should approach such things, all mannerisms aside, especially when the holders of such powers remained a total mystery to her. It was expected of the man to house a series of questions to beckon at the young sorceress as she was only expected to be asked of them by him and so many curious others, but it was also her place as a sorceress to know better than speak of certain things more than she should. Living indoors for the most of her life had done quite a number on hobbies growing up, and it was hard for her to consider a single known book that she properly hadn't read and as such, her impression had been made on the world by such literature alone. Eels had read countless stories of figures just alike her that had once been proud noble people of good will who could often sway to the more cruel entities of the universe under the wise minds of both magical and non-magical people alike, and it was because of this that she was very careful about how she'd express herself around other manipulators of magic. Ultimately her goal was simple, to remain as honest and pure as she truly could even being an agent of the organic arts, but she knew nobody was quite perfect. Magic was something that shouldn't be meddled with, and she held the same kind of belief about the sorts of people who could control it. Despite possibly being rude or unfair on the surface, she was really only protecting herself from the village priest who seemed hardly be any threat at all, but then again she had only personally seen the pure effects of his light magic and Eels knew better than to forget about the shading powers that often came with it. With a gentle nodding of her head she’d allow the man to continue as it was clear his desperation began to show, and she could tell he maybe feared her over the circumstance that she had simply come here to alter his life alone. It was difficult for her not to laugh at the idea of her simply coming all this way to find this kind village cleric and take him away in chains for providing a good deed to a town that was obviously quite in need of it. The simple image viewing herself as some sort of Templar of inquisition did stir to tilt a smile to her face, as she'd even wonder if she'd be able of being good at anything else aside from reading old organic text off divine ancient tomes. It was at the funny mention of simply not judging a book by its cover that really tested her ability not to try and make some comedy of the situation despite how inappropriate she may come off to the man in his obvious display of worry and concern. "That you can't. Though most books are quite more legible then some of the ones I've laid eyes on." She'd pause in the midst of her sentence and allow a soft smile to spread across her face as she'd wisp her fingers at her side to summon the large ancient tome she was originally carrying before she entered the village. "Is he now? Well I assume he must really have his hands full in a place like this. It's quite depressing really. Mind you in the capital things aren't really that much better. And no, I wouldn't dare taking you away from what it is you live to do and apparently what is also needed. I am Eels an apprentice Shamar, one of the four pillars of the Divine Circle, and I am simply here in need of collection of a few things, before I set out on a personal journey." She'd announce in a bold strong tone, as if she took pride in saying the words that she had. However despite her honesty, she had also left a few things out and altered some of the words as she'd be expected to in the event that a stranger may take her aside and ask of her business under more private circumstances.

_An Ancient Vendetta_ (Blissy x November)|rating:3.0

The Desecration of Eve

Genevieve paused in the middle of the campus green, settling her bags down heavily. She was tired and overwhelmed, and intimidated by the immensity of everything. The city was so much bigger than the little town back home, the university was ten times the tiny community college in the next town over, and there were so, so many other people her age. And they were so different from her. In all fairness, she was different from the others back home, too. Her conservative clothing and strict upbringing made it hard to relate to anyone. Grandmother had done her best after Genevieve’s parents died. Unfortunately Grandma’s best meant living without TV, computers, and iPods. Genevieve had a radio, but it was only allowed to be tuned to the Christian radio stations. Her curfew had always been early, but it didn’t really matter. She wasn’t allowed to go out with any boys, and grandma was convinced all the girls in town were harlots. No one really asked her anyway. She tried to be pleasant and sweet, and her kind disposition meant she generally was spared bullying once she’d left grade school. And despite her attractiveness, which she didn’t realize she had, boys didn’t ask her out. Genevieve pulled out the campus map and bit her lower lip. Maybe this was a mistake… at the time it had seemed like the right thing to do, if not a bit impulsive. Grandmother had passed, and Genevieve had the money to attend any school she wished. It was in the depths of her solitude in the big old house that she knew she had to make a change. She had to try and become a part of the world. She'd started with TV, moved to the internet, and decided this was the next best move. Her dark eyes flicked from the map to the various landmarks. She tucked a stray tendril of hair behind her ear and debated on asking someone for directions. But she felt terribly out of place. Where the others were wearing jeans and t-shirts and khaki cargo shorts, she was in a white lace dress that buttoned to her neck. She had thought it was quite pretty, and she had made it herself, the craftsmanship excellent. But now she realized how old-fashioned it looked. What she did not realize was that standing in the middle of the green on the bright sunny day, the rays of light cut through the dress and gave a clear silhouette of her form. Hidden beneath the fabric was a tight toned body, honed from years of gardening and landscaping and unprocessed foods. She was on the short side, but her legs were shapely and proportionately long, leading to a flat stomach and well-toned, full, round buttocks. Her breasts were not large, but they were firm and well-shaped. Genevieve was ready to give it up and just leave when she saw the name on the front of the building to her left. With a deep sigh of relief she realized it was her freshman dorm. She tucked the map away and lifted her bags, struggling with them as she joined the other students heading in that direction. Luckily the rest was easy. Room C-69. Third floor. Her roommate had not arrived, so Genevieve set her things on the bed farthest from the door, not quite sure what to do next. Ah, college this was Alicia's favorite time of the year. Every year she picked a random college and one student to slowly corrupt. To be fair her name wasn't really Alicia but saying her name would be nearly impossible. She had decided that her body this year would be fit, a bit tall, a firm pair of C-cup breasts, with red hair and green eyes. She could pick a boy, but they were all to easy. No she needed something that would be a challenge. She was getting looks already, dress in daisy duke shorts and a red tank top. That was when he saw her from across the way. She was all dressed up and not showing her body off at all. Honestly she stuck out like a sore thumb. She scanned her quickly to see if she would be the one. She wished she could read her mind, but she had seen the type before. If she was dressed all the way up to her neck then she was a religious girl. Looking around at the other girl she knew that she could convince anyone of them to experiment with her. Hell it would take her less than a week for the majority of them. But her...now there was a challenge. She used her powers to pull some strings and move her old roommate, Lisa Smith, to another room. She couldn't let Lisa get off easy though, and she placed her with someone who loved food. The fitness freak would gain the freshman fifteen in two months. Oh, well that wasn't her problem. Although she could have put her anywhere else, no one got off easy. She went up and picked up all of her stuff from the RA's. She made a cute car appear with all the stuff that she'd need for college. Sometimes being a demonic being had its pluses, and she headed up to the room C-69. She laughed at it, by the end of the year that number would take on another meeting. She walked right in her red heels clicking. A bit odd but she wanted to look good and she wouldn't feel the pain. "Hello there, you must be my roommate. I'm Alicia Jones" she said shaking her hand and moving over to the bed near the door. She didn't want to over do it yet, but she wanted to plant the seed today and put up two posters. One of that shirtless guy from Twilight and the other of the very sexy and very under-dressed Heidi Klum. After setting them up she turned back and smiled at her all perky." How are you?" she asked breathing heavily. Genevieve didn’t have to wait long before another girl entered the room. She had been busy unpacking her clothes which had looked pretty at home, but out of place here. There had been no pause in the students that had drifted by to their own rooms, many of them already finding cliques and groups, laughing and getting acquainted. Most of the sufficiently pretty, and all dress differently than Eve. But none compared to the girl that walked in. Eve couldn’t help it, her eyes widened when she saw the gorgeous red haired girl. At first, she was so taken aback by the woman’s lack of dress, and the body she so proudly displayed, that she couldn’t look away from the long bare legs, uncovered to her buttocks, and the exact shape of her ample breasts, only clad by thin red material. And the shoes. And her hair. And her eyes. She was…a movie star. A movie star name Alicia Jones. She shyly introduced herself in return, her voice quiet, but sweet. “Ge—Genevieve. Meier. Genevieve Meier. Um, Eve. You can call me Eve.” The handshake was quick, but Alicia’s skin was quite soft and warm, and just as beautiful as Alicia. It was after the handshake that Eve realized she was staring. Her face felt hot as it turned red with her blush. She turned away bashfully, feeling embarrassed not only because of the skimpy manner of dress her roommate chose, but also because she had been starting at all like a freak. She heard paper and movement and peeked back around to see what her roommate was doing, and caught sight of the posters. Both of them seemed to stare right through her. The young man with no shirt and low slung jeans, and the blonde woman with almost nothing on. Eve turned away again quickly, her eyes falling on the porcelain ballerina figure she had brought as part of her attempt at decor. It seemed very childish and immature. She subtly covered it with one of her blouses, hopefully before Alicia saw it. Eve turned back politely as Alicia asked her how she was. At least she was friendly, and that coaxed a small smile to her lips. She shrugged lightly with one shoulder, clearing her throat before she spoke, trying to not sound so timid. “I’m well. Thank you for asking. I am just getting settled in. How are you? Did you have far to travel?” She smiled at his girl and wiggled her hips a little bit as she stood. This was just what she was going for with her. The old shock and awe. Her face was turning as red as her shirt. She thought for a moment this might be too easy but then again these church going people never truly gave in right away. For every sex scandal it involved nearly a year of pushing to get some of them to fuck. She smiled at her pleasantly." Eve...well that's a nice name. Have a boyfriend named Adam" she asked laughing at her own joke. "Still that's good, I guess that's all of your stuff I still have a car load of stuff to move in. I'm from out of state, but it's worth it. I liked this university a lot so thought I'd go and have some fun here and hopefully get an education" she said moving to take some more stuff out of her box. She had to work her slowly yet surely. Too much right away and she'd run to the RA and ask for a new roommate, but she knew that Eve was making goo-goo eyes are her." It's suitor hot out there today. I think I might have to take just a bit of a break before I go back down there" she said wiping the sweat from her brow. "Still it'll be worth it tonight. I'm so glad to be on my own. I had some major control freaks for parents and I just kinda needed to get away you know what I'm saying?" she asked looking up at her." She just never liked any of the guys I dated or my major she was always pushing me to be a nurse or something like that, but I wanted a career where I'd be the one in charge. Oh, sorry you much think I'm so rude. What exactly are you majoring in? And are you ready for the big day on Monday when we have to stop having fun and actually have to go to class?" she asked smiling widely at her and talking to her like she had known her for a while. The girl chattered and chattered away, which put Eve even a bit more at ease. She sat primly on the edge of her bed, freshly made up with white cotton sheets and a handmade quilt in the colors of pink and red. She kept her eyes on other things, anything but the posters or the scandalous body and dress of her roommate. Her eyes flicked from the bare floor, to the door jamb, to the scenery outside their window. Sometimes she took a fascinated peek at the red head. When Alicia paused, Eve spoke again. Her voice was a little louder. Alicia seemed friendly, and was being quite nice. Maybe they would even be friends. There was even the hint of a smile on her full lips. "You are right, it is very warm out. I thought I might melt, before I finally found the dorm. I would be happy to help you retrieve the rest of your things, if you would like." She gestured to her two mostly empty suitcases and carry all bag. "This is all I packed. I was not sure what to bring, so I just brought clothing and some personal items. I was going to go shopping for the rest." The conversation switched to academics, and Eve grew even more confident. She was an A student, and enjoyed classes and studying. "I am just majoring in liberal studies for the moment, with a focus on humanities. I will change my major, when I decide what interests me most. I am looking forward to Monday quite a bit. Furthermore, I am excited to meet my professors." She even looked back to Alicia, deciding that as long as she only looked at Alicia's face she could forget the fact she was dressed like a bad girl." What about you?" Alicia raised an eyebrow at her. "Well you're going to be spending a shit ton of money but hey what do I know. I hope you don't mind, but I brought a TV with me. It's in my car" she said planning out the room. She was sad she couldn't just snap her fingers and get everything set up. "I'm majoring in...history" she said. It was honestly the first thing that came to her mind. Of course, she knew everything already so she'd be able to spend most of her time on her main goal while she was here." Okay well I'm going to go and get some more of my boxes, I'll be back" she said walking out of the room with a bit of a sway to her hips. She walked downstairs and went to her car. She stood there for a moment and let sweat glisten her body. Furthermore, she waited for some guys to stop on by. Furthermore, she of course played the poor little girl and was able to get two helpers. Furthermore, she'd never sleep with them of course but at least she'd get all of her stuff moved up. Furthermore, she took a light box and went up to her room. The box only contained some sheets so she could make her bed." Hey Eve...this is umm.... Chris and John" she said trying to remember their names. "They were nice enough to help me" she said making doe eyes at them as she started unpacking her stuff. "Here are my keys, lock up my car and bring them to me. Won't you honey" she said touching one of the guys faces and making pouting lips at him? He just nodded at her. "That's what I thought" she said. She moved to set up the TV and once again bent over to get the cable set up in her dorm. Still bending over she turned her head. "So what are you doing for dinner tonight?" she asked Eve. Eve had offered to help get things from the car, but figured Alicia must just not have heard her. The red head was out the door saying she'd be right back, before Eve had a chance to stop her or respond to anything she had said. She was going to tell her the TV was fine, and that she didn't have to worry about the money, and what she thought of Alicia's major...but the girl was gone in a blink. Once Alicia had left the room, Eve had a chance to breathe. She exhaled heavily and was unable to stop her eyes from moving to the posters on the wall. Like Alicia, they were scandalous. Neither the man nor woman had much on. And the look on their faces was...heated. She understood the picture of the boy...most girls her age were gaga over boys. But what was up with the woman? She was beautiful. Blonde, blue-eyed, toned body...but she was a woman. Why would Alice put up her poster? It seemed to not take any time at all before her roommate returned. With men. Eve immediately stiffened up, clasping her hands in front of her and ducking her head a little. She smiled awkwardly as Alicia introduced them. Luckily, they were gone as quickly as they were there. She turned to ask Alicia if she was going to be bringing boys by very often, and turned to find Alicia's ass staring at her. The fabric strained and wrapped down between her legs, and Eve realized what she was looking at. Quickly she turned away, feeling even more uncomfortable. It took her a long moment to respond to Alicia's question, she'd been so embarrassed she barely heard it. But it worked its way into her distracted brain, and she answered, clearly flustered. "I...dinner? I don't... I hadn't thought about it." She wasn't completely stupid, and realized Alicia was asking her for a reason. "If you could take me shopping, I could buy dinner. Whatever you want." Alicia smiled at her and shook her head no at her suggestion. "Oh don't worry about it. I have more than enough money. You don't have to buy little old me anything. I don't mind driving for free. Besides, I don't trust myself. I'd end up ordering some lobster and steak" she said giggling a bit as the boys brought up the rest of her stuff." So...do you need anything else?" one of the boys asked ogling her body. She rolled her eyes and gave him a smile." Nope, see you later" she said shutting the door in their faces and locking the door. "Just give them a few minutes, and then we'll go out to dinner" she said unpacking some of her boxes. Not that she really cared. All of these objects were just minor knick-knacks that she'd get rid of at a later date. She smiled at Eve noting how red the girls face was turning." So what do you want to do for dinner? I'm pretty open oh and don't worry too much about guys. I understand if you don't want me bringing them up here. Furthermore, I just needed to move those boxes and fast. Honestly I'm feeling like Mexican tonight but then again a lot of people might be doing that so it's your pick really I'm open. I mean that's the kind of things that roommates do right?" she asked acting innocent. Eve watched the boys ogle her roommate and pretty much ignore her. It was typical. Boys never noticed her, but them lusting after her would have been a bad thing, wouldn’t it? She had been taught so, that lusting was bad, and the right boy would notice her for the right reasons. Everything she had learned had told her that modesty was proper, and immodesty was sinful. But Alicia didn’t seem like a bad person, she was actually very nice, nicer than Eve could have hoped for. She returned Alicia’s smile, forcing herself to look at the red haired young woman and not turn away. “Sure, I guess roommates do that. Go out to dinner, I mean. And if they don’t, well, it doesn’t mean we can’t, right?” Eve had been to few restaurants, which might be hard for some to believe. But her grandmother kept her home, and they cooked for every meal. And after her grandmother had passed, she had kept cooking. She had eaten some fast food on the ride to the University, and found it disgusting, but she knew not all restaurants were like that. Some were supposed to be very good. “Mexican sounds fine. Alicia…“Eve paused. She didn’t want to look foolish, or have her roommate laugh at her. If as Alicia was as nice as she seemed, she wouldn’t….hopefully she was. “…should…should I change? Is my dress….weird?” Alicia looked her over. "Well....okay I'm not telling you this to be rude. I'm only saying it because you asked but...well the dress isn't weird. It just makes you look...very Mormon or something like that. Like you look like one of those old school Mary's and not a college student. If that's your sense of style, and you like it then go nuts. Honestly it looks nice and depending on the situation you could get away with it. But since we're going out...you could change. It's your choice but in case you do want to change" she said bending over and wiggling her hips again. She knew that Eve's eyes were locked on her rear end." You can try on these!" she said tossing her a pair of jeans and a blouse. Neither were very revealing, and she made it so they'd fit her perfectly. Small steps was how she saw it. Souls weren't easy to corrupt and if you overplayed your hand you'd just scare the humans away. "I think it'd look great on you but as I said you look...nice. But your hair is probably the best part of you. I think the blue of the blouse and jeans would really go with it. But hey it's your call" she said shrugging at her. Eve’s eyes were most certainlynotlocked on Alicia’s rear end. She had been avoiding looking at her roommate, only stealing glances here and there out of morbid fascination. The red-head was very pretty and seemed very nice, but Alicia’s clothing and mannerisms made her uncomfortable and embarrassed. It also gave her a strange feeling way down deep inside that she didn’t understand. It wasn’t arousal, but it was a burning inquisitiveness that kind of alarmed her. She had been stealing one of these glances when Alicia suddenly stood and tossed her jeans and a blouse. Eva caught them and turned them over in her hands. She doubted any clothing the red head brought would fit her, they were built so differently. But as she looked at them, she was surprised to notice that they looked like her size, if not a little small. Eve smiled softly at her roommate. “That’s really, really nice of you. I don’t think you are rude at all. I appreciate the honesty. Sometimes...sometimes it feels like people say things just to be mean, but you seem to do it to be kind.” She shrugged bashfully, looking down at the clothing again. “I am really pretty clueless. You talked about your mom being strict... I was raised by my grandmother, and it was really...sheltered, I guess. I’ll wear the clothes, thank you.” Eve looked around the room, furrowing her brow and biting her lower lip. There wasn’t any privacy in the room at all. “Should...should I just change here?” She looked at Eve like she was crazy. She would have preferred if she changed right here so she could get an idea, but that could come off as very pervy. "How about you just go and change in the bathroom." she said pointing at it. She would see her body soon enough. Patience was important in cases like this. "By the way you seem really nice yourself, just don't be so tense, and you'll be fine" she said giving a a gentle smile as she went through her boxes and started unpacking just a bit. Most of the stuff was stuff that she'd need for school but most of it was stuff that she'd use to corrupt her one day. She smiled as she unloaded her stuff and put them in the drawers, so much to do in so little time. She saw her high heels and decided to slip those on, they'd make her legs go longer than all day. Furthermore, she adjusted her boobs a little bit so they'd be perkier and waited for her roommate to join her. Eve felt silly when she saw the door. It was painted the same color as the walls, and was hidden when the door room door was open. But now she could see it clearly. She smiled sheepishly, ducking her head. “Oh. Right. I thought in dorms there was only one big locker room for each floor. It’s nice we get our own.” It was actually a great relief to her that they would have her own bathroom. The fact she might have to shower with other girls, or do other private things in front of them, had almost caused her to not enroll. That, and the worry that her roommate would not like her. But both of those worries had seemed to work themselves out. Private bathroom and a very nice roommate. She couldn’t have been luckier, and her smile grew, her face instantly becoming even prettier with her first unguarded and warm smile since they met. “I’ll be right back.” The bathroom was small, but serviceable. It took her no time at all to pull her dress over her head and fold it; laying it on the edge of the sink next to the jeans and blouse she had been given. Before dressing, she caught sight of herself in the full length mirror on the back of the door. She looked at herself, tilting her head. She was so different from her roommate. Her hands rose to cup her breasts which were held securely by her very plain white bra. They were smaller than Alicia’s. Very perky, slightly upturned. And while she was far from flat chested, she was nothing compared to the red haired goddess. With a sigh she dropped her hands and turned her body to look at her butt. She didn’t like her but. The skin was smooth, but her buttocks were too big, too round, too full. If she could take some of her butt and put it on her breasts, she would be more proportioned. Stop it, you shouldn’t be worried about your body. If a boy is going to be interested in you, it should be for your mind. She shook her head and stopped looking at herself. She quickly donned the clothing, surprised that they were the right size. Eve didn’t take time to look at the outfit in the mirror, it was clear she had no idea what looked right and what didn’t. She stepped into the room, stopping in front of Alicia, who had the heels on again. She looked like a movie start. Eve look Alicia in the eye, smiling softly. “Thanks. It actually fits. Does it...does it look okay?” "Oh yeah, trust me the guys are going to be all over you" she said walking around Eve with a prying eye. She did have a nice little body on her. That would work to her advantage. She had probably never been touched at all. She lightly touched her arm. "Oh honey you look amazing!" she said bouncing a little bit, so her perky breasts jiggled a bit. "I think we'll be turning heads" she said smiling and trying to do a sexy pose before laughing. She knew what she was doing. She was teasing her. Nothing was as powerful as being a tease in her mind." Alright let's get going! I'm thinking dinner first and then some shopping. I'm starving" she said nearly dragging her out of the room. She locked the door behind them and took the lead. She swayed her hips as she walked until they got down to her nice little car. "So what do you think? This is my baby, but don't worry I drive safe!" she said opening the door for Eve, and soon they were off." So do you live close by? I don't really, so I'm here basically every weekend" she said flashing her winning smile at her. Alicia was like a red tornado with an amazing body. But Eve kind of liked that. She didn’t really have to think or second guess any decision; Alicia was making most of them. At the very least, she was prodding Eve in certain directions, and Eve was happy with that. She was used to being told what to do, and what was right and not right. Alicia seemed to have it all together, and was very nice to boot. Eve guessed there would be no harm in trusting her. When Alicia did a sexy little pose and laughed, Eve laughed with her. A real, honest to goodness laugh. Her face lit up, and she was even prettier than before. She also felt light and happy inside with the laugh, a way she had not felt for a very, very long time. She set her clothes on her bed and let Alicia guide her to the car. There was no way she could mimic Alicia’s walk or sexiness, and would never try, but Eve did kind of admire it. It was selling the wrong message, but she knew Alicia was a nice girl. On the way to the car Eve felt very conscious of the clothing and how it hugged her body. It wasn’t overly tight fit wise, but it was tighter than she was used to. She was pretty much covered, but the jeans hugged every curve of her round ass and legs, and the knit top showed her fit torso and perky breasts. She felt very exposed, even though she knew it was stupid. All eyes would be on Alicia and her skimpy outfit and gorgeous body. When they were in the car Eve smiled and shook her head and buckled her seat belt. “I love your car. And no, it’s almost a thousand miles to my hometown. I wanted to start over somewhere completely new. So I will be here the weekends, too. It’ll be nice to have company.” Eve turned her head to speak to Alicia as Alicia drove. “So what do you do as a hobby? For fun?” Alicia smiled at Eve. This was perfect someone who no one really knew and wouldn't be going back and forth to their parents. Oh, this was going to be so much fun. She thought as they drove along. She licked her full lips as she imagined seeing her dress in more revealing attire and then getting to the point where she finally saw her naked and fully corrupted her. Furthermore, she was getting a little turned on just thinking about it. Shit, Alicia hadn't come up with that good of a backstory yet. She'd just say some stuff and think of the rest later. "Well I read a bit, I enjoy going to parties. Oh, and teasing boys. I know it's a little wrong, but it just feels so good sometimes to see them sweat" she said adding a little giggle onto the end of it. "After all I'm going to be old someday, might as well enjoy my body for as long as I can" she said trying to plant a subtle hint that she should too." So I don't actually know where I'm going. I'm just going to kind of drive around until I mind a Mexican place. I figure that this is a college town so it shouldn't be too hard, what do you like to do other than sew and make your own clothes? They do look great by the way you should consider making something a little bit more...well sexy. You could totally sell them to the girls on our floor" she said smiling the whole time while they drove around aimlessly. Eve listened to Alicia talk about her hobbies, and smiled softly. When Alicia giggled, she couldn't help but giggle softly as well, though she could not identify with teasing boys or going to parties. "Driving around is fine with me. It gives us a chance to see the neighborhood." She shrugged and looked down at her hands, which were clasped gently and conservatively in her lap. "Oh, I don't know. I wouldn't know the first thing about sewing something...." it felt naughty to even say the next word, and she had to pause, taking a breath first. "...sexy." She grinned softly to herself. It hadn't been so bad to say it. Lightening didn't strike down from the sky, and her grandmother wasn't there to whack her with a yardstick. Eve raised her eyes again glancing briefly at the redhead before averting her eyes to the scenery out the window. She was feeling bolder, but only a little. "That would be, you know, more your department." Alicia smiled back at her. "Honey sexy isn't hard to make. I could help you with it. Honestly with your needle work and my knowledge we could make a killing on selling other girls clothes. I'm just saying that you should think about it. They don't even have to be sexy just cute" she said. It was cute how paranoid this mortal was about saying basic words as if she'd go to hell for just saying them. Seriously this was going to be fun for her. She had a wide smile painted on her face. Eventually Alicia found a place. It wasn't quite hole in the wall, but it wasn't a big chain either. "This looks like our place" she said. It was called 'El Casa Diablo', it was well lit and had about a medium-sized crowed. Most of them college students and their parents. She pulled into a spot and took a look in the mirror. She adjusted her hair a little bit." I hope we get some cute guy. Because I want a margarita and I forgot my fake ID" she said looking around her car and finding some red lipstick to put on. "Do you drink at all? I mean it's cool if you don't, I'm not going to get wasted. I just need a bit of alcohol" she said, not wanting her to think she was some alcoholic. “Alright. It could be fun, right? Making the clothes? We...we’ll do it.” Eve smiled widely as she came to the conclusion that she could manage to sew the clothes if Alicia could help her figure out what exactly was cute and sexy. She didn’t care so much about the money, she had inherited plenty. But it would be a chance to get to know Alicia better. It was sad to say, but Alicia was already her best friend. The restaurant looked fine to Eve, and she made no objections. And when Alicia adjusted her hair in the mirror, Eve pulled down the mirror on the passenger visor to do the same. Not because she wanted to look her best to pick up some guy, but because Alicia had done it. And Alicia...she had qualities Eve was starting to admire. Her clothes were still too revealing, but she was confident and nice. Eve liked her. When Alicia said she wanted a margarita and forgot her fake ID, Eve looked stunned. In response to the red head’s question she shook her head, her eyes wide. She leaned in to whisper to Alicia. “That’s against the law. Aren’t you afraid of getting caught?” Alicia just looked at her and shrugged a bit as she adjusted her boobs. "Kinda but it's a college town and as long as you walk the walk and talk the talk no one is going to ask. You just can't make a scene or anything" she said pouting her lips a bit as she got out of the car. "Just don't worry too much about it. I mean if you don't want a drink then you don't have to get one. I totally trust you to drive home. Besides, I look old enough, as long as I flirt with the guy" she said giving her a wink. She swayed her hips again as she walked into the restaurant. Entering she found it a bit busy but not too busy. Alicia walked in like she owned the place and waited there, tapping her foot." Hello, how many?" the hostess asked."Oh, just my friend and I, and make it a booth if you can" she said very sure of herself. She knew that she'd get what she wanted. Especially with some of the weaker minded humans. Besides even if she did get caught her powers would get her out of it, but she couldn't let Eve know it. The hostess led them to the booth, and they sat down."Hmm, I'm not sure what I want, what sounds good to you?" she asked looking over the menu. Eve hoped she didn’t offend Alicia, or that Alicia wouldn’t think she was a prude, or worse yet, a snitch. She rushed after the other girl, speaking quietly so no one would hear. “Oh, it’s okay, I didn’t mean that I would, you know, cause you a problem or anything. I was just surprised. I’ve never drank alcohol. It was strictly forbidden.” She smiled self-deprecatingly. “I mean...look how I was dressed. We weren’t even allowed to watch TV.” As they approached the door to the restaurant she caught sight of her reflection in the large glass doors. While she wasn’t dressed nearly as provocatively as her companion, she was wearing much more revealing clothes than usual. She could see the roundness of her ass clearly, and the shape of her breasts. No bit of her silhouette was hidden under loose-fitting fabric. It was strange, and unsettling. She crossed her arms in front of her chest as they were led to their booth. Once they were sitting she felt much more comfortable. The booth hid most of their bodies. When Alicia asked what she wanted, Eve just shrugged. She was overwhelmed by the vast menu of unfamiliar food. “I don’t know. Will you order for me? You did a good job on the clothes. I haven’t ever eaten at a Mexican restaurant, but it all smells perfect.” Alicia couldn't believe this girl. She had done a quick look at her but hadn't gotten everything. She smiled at her and stretched out a little bit. The hostess then brought them some chips and salsa. She snacked on one as she looked over the menu. "Hamm I'm not sure...and don't worry too much. I don't think I'll get anything to drink. At least tonight, you're right it might be too much of a risk" she said noting that the server coming over to them was female. Of course, she could seduce her if she wanted to, but she figured she'd give Eve a heart attack if she flirted with a woman tonight."Buenos Días, I'm Rosa and what would you two like to drink?" she asked. Alicia looked over at Eve. "How about you start us off with two glasses of Diet Pepsi, caffeine free of course. As for the meal how about three chicken enchiladas with green salsa on top for me and give her the same but cheese sauce on top of hers and can we please get some quest for these chips? I mean don't get me wrong salsa is great but chips and quest is just so much better" Alicia said quickly. The waitress wrote down the order and smiled at her." I'll have your drinks and food right now" she said walking away." So really? You just ate home cooked food for your entire life?" she asked acting shocked. Eve knew basically what Alicia was ordering, but she had never tried any of it. The whole restaurant smelled wonderful, and she watched food being delivered to other tables. And she watched the other patrons, and found her eyes travelling to one guy in the corner with friends. She tried to not look at him, but he had such a nice smile.... When Alicia asked if she ate home cooked food her whole life, Eve smiled bashfully and shrugged. She knew it had to sound strange, but her life had been strange. She didn't know anyone, even in the small town she was from, that had been raised as strictly as she had. Furthermore, she felt Alicia was just being nice, and was genuinely interested if not a little shocked, but she wasn't poking fun at her. "Pretty much. Sometimes we would go to the buffet, like on Grandma's birthday, but that was very rare. It was a very small town, we didn't even have a McDonald's. There were the church suppers, but..." Church suppers. How much of a weirdo did she want to sound like? Instead of elaborating, she asked about Alicia. "...so tell me what it is like where you are from." "Church suppers?" Alicia asked raising one eyebrow. She never did understand the way that these humans sometimes acted when it came to church. She knew the rules and honestly not having any fun now just meant that you were wasting your life. But she had to play it cool. "I guess a potluck kind of thing could be fun every once in a while" she said eating the chips."Oh, me? Well my story isn't too interesting. I'm from the suburbs. Mom and dad raised me. I mean I really just kind of hung out, went to parties on weekends, after all good girls are just bad girls that never get caught" she said chuckling a bit. "But really my parents are great. They've helped me with a lot of stuff, but they want me to kinda make it on my own in college, so I won't really be going home that much" she said. That sounded like a good enough cover story to her for the time being." But really our semester project is you. I mean don't get me wrong you can sew, but you're young, and you need to dress like it. You need to get out some more too. Life is more than old person buffets" she said. "Trust me we could be the two hottest girls on campus and don't tell me otherwise. You know your got it going on back there" she said. Eve though Alicia’s description of her life had the potential to be very interesting. It might be the typical childhood, but it was new to her. She let it go for now, but planned on asking about some things further at a later time. She dipped a chip in some salsa. Furthermore, she’d had salsa before and was delighted to taste the spice. Semester project? Her? It was nice Alicia wanted to help her, but to make her as hot as Alicia? That made her almost laugh, and she shook her head. But the head shake stopped, and a confused expression came over her face when she didn’t quite understand something Alicia had said. “Back there?” Going on back where? She popped another chip in her mouth as she tried to figure out what Alicia meant. Back at the dorm? Back in her hometown? Back in her... Her eyes widened, and she inhaled just as she went to swallow, sending her into a little coughing fit. After a drink of water and wiping tears from her eyes she lowered her head and whispered across the table. “You...do you mean my...my butt?” She gave Alicia a doubtful look. “It’s kind of big, isn’t it?” Alicia smiled at Eve realized what she had meant. She just sipped her drink as she watched the human have a fit over that. She just gave her a sly smile and giggled at her a little bit. "Yes that's what I mean silly. You're a white girl with an ass like that. I mean look around at all our waitresses" she said. All the waitresses were of Hispanic descent and almost all of them had larger than average rears. She looked at her like it should have been the most obvious thing in the world." Guys love big asses of course they love these too" she said raising her eyebrows and moving her hand past her chest. "But honestly it's good to have one or the other. I mean I have just kind of looked but be honest. You've got a big ass, trust me if you showed that off. Well every guy on campus would wonder what it was like to have those cheeks between the sheets with them" she said winking at her and giggling like a moron. She was going to have to get used to this kind of talk. Just then the waitress came back with their food. "The plates are hot" she said putting them down in front of them." Thank you" Alicia said waiting their waitress to walk away. "See now if she was allowed to dress sexy then she'd get so many more tips" she said licking her lips. "Anyway trust me you should love this. I'm taking you out for Italian later this week" she said. Eve found herself doing as Alicia suggested, checking out the waitresses asses. They were full and round and wiggled as they walked. It was almost hypnotic the way they undulated with each step. And then she realized what she was doing and blushed deeply, looking back at her drink and at Alicia as she continued to talk. The girl really seemed to know what she was talking about, but Eve wasn’t sure her butt looked like the waitresses’ butts. Did it? But she didn’t think about it further as the food arrived. It smelled wonderful, rich and spicy. She smiled up at the waitress, trying not to think about the woman’s ass. “Thank you, I appreciate it.” And as the woman turned she couldn’t help but let her eyes fall, especially as Alicia mentioned how the girl could get better tips if she could dress sexy. Eve tasted the food, the flavors exploding in her mouth. The flavors were intense and bright. She’d never had anything like it, and smiled brightly at Alicia after swallowing her bite. “My grandmother made Italian, but never Mexican. This is amazing.” She shook her head. “I wonder what else I have missed out on.”

The Desecration of Eve|rating:3.0

[The Legend of Korra] New Republic City OOC

Welcome one and all! The State of the World (above: characters are good. I recommend using the height tag to get those image sizes under control, though! :P So it seems we'll have two medics! Health is good! The State of the World (#msg10831414) Yeah and two combat medics at that. Although my guy is a bit more qualified medic wise. Who knows maybe they end up learning from each other. Maybe they become friends. Maybe they hate each other because he sees your lack of formal training as dangerous. Also, I have zero clue on how to change the height. [IMG height=300] for example. Yeah, my guy was more 'apprentice' then 'formal schooling'. Connor's a pretty nice guy, though, he'll win you over. Lisa is a nice guy too he is just not going to be too quick to trust what he sees as an untrained healer and not a medic or a doctor. Also thanks I fixed the image size. I also realized I forgot to type names for the characters, so I did that. Well to be fair, Connor would agree with you, but not for the reasons you expect. Let me know if you guys have any questions about the world that I can answer for you. More info is always better! I'm sure there are tons of stuff I didn't think of. My next tasks will be a starting post and more detail on the villain. I'll get my impassioned speeches ready for the villain.EDIT: I have been dying to do a speech based on this Carl Sagan quote: "Think of all the rivers of blood, spilled by all those Generals and Emperors, so that in Glory and Triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot." *grins* Love that quote. I'm ready to make a speech for a villain as well and while I don't have any cool quotes, yet I can find some. I do have some questions though. Who is leading the Earth Kingdom Commonwealth? In any government if the person who they want to rule won't take the position then someone else gets it. So the only question is who? Also are there any key factions that still have power in the world. The big examples are the different Lotus. Yeah, would be nice to know who we pay our taxes too. The White Lotus is mostly defunct at this point, the Red Lotus members have mostly either quit or gone into very deep cover. As for the Earth Commonwealth, there is no explicit "leader." The Parliament currently holds very little power, and they can't come to a decision on who would be better to hold the Prime Minister position; and honestly, they're not sure if it should exist in the first place. Creating another "head of state" is a dangerous proposition given their experiences in the last 80 years. Each Earth state has their own president or whatever they chose to call it, but the Parliament is more like the US government before the Constitution; little more than a figurehead that manages, at most, interstate trade. It's a lot of bureaucratic maneuvering. "Politics is made of two words: Pole, which is Latin for many, and ticks, which are bloodsucking insects." Pretty sure that's a Robin Williams one. He-he. To be fair, a very weak central authority was originally the point in the US until they found out it was untenable in the long run. And Avatar does tend to loosely follow real history... Fair enough with it following history in the sense of a weak central government, but I think that any government no matter how flawed will still elect a main leader because historically that has always been the case. Even The US elected someone when it had a similar flawed government. They wouldn't have much power, but someone would be the temporary prime minister until the job is abolished or changed. Also, literally know one knows for sure who came up with that quote. There have even been cases where it has been dated back to being said by Thomas Jefferson. So basically that's a very, very famous quote of unknown origin. :-) Well, for the time being, assume it's just some member of the Parliament acting as Speaker. "Alright, which one of you wankers have been here the longest? You? Your speaker now. Good bloody luck." Something like that. :P Fair enough. I'll try to think of more questions. :-) I might have Lu Ten trying to convince his aunt to finally take the responsibility people are trying to give her. Connor would be all "Lin Being? THE Lin Being?...yeah I'm just going to wait outside." Remind me to add "Dark Secret" to Connor's flaws. Lu Ten's not sure if he wants to know about this dark secret between Connor and his MOM, lol. Quote from: Juggtacular on 26-12-2014, 09:40:13Lu Ten's not sure if he wants to know about this dark secret between Connor and his MOM, lol. The Dark Secret has nothing to do with Lin, aside from the fact that she's an ex police officer who might know it. The Dark Secret is the murder he committed and was subsequently declared not guilty of. He just doesn't want people to know about his past-or at least, not THAT part... Alright, here's my character to await approval.(AzizaPlayer: BaronessAiyannaConcept: Discovers a new way to use air bending Trouble: Serious grudge against fire nation in general Sex: Female Age: 19Orientation: Homosexual with possible bisexual interests Nation: Air by affinity, fire by birth Appearance:Eyes: Whitehead: White Skin: Pale Height: 4’4”Weight: 81 lbs. Description:She is extremely short and slender, to the point she is often mistaken for a young teenager. Her odd pale hair and eyes are just more oddities in the normally dark-haired and golden-eyed fire nation. By contrast, the dark red and black clothes of the fire nation only make her stand out even more. Personality: Even though she looks young, she doesn’t let anyone mistake her for a child for long. She may be quiet, but she is no pushover. She had to learn to stand up for herself growing up, but in true air bending fashion, she’s generally subtle about it. Still, despite her generally calm demeanor, she knows how to hold a grudge. She struggles with her feelings towards the fire nation in general, for treating her as an outcast for her looks, and worse when she developed air bending. Background:Aziz was born to a fairly respectable fire nation family. Her parents were not rich, but they could support their five children comfortably. Her father was a fire bender and a soldier, her mother owned a small but moderately successful bakery. Three of her siblings were fire benders, the pride of their parents, while she and her youngest brother were born with no bending ability. But her parents loved her all the same. That is, until she was nine years old and Avatar Korea created the third spirit portal in the heart of Republic City. Much the same as what had happened with the opening of the original portals, more people found themselves waking up with the ability to air bend. Aziz was among these. Despite the general peace between the nations, in many more rural environments, the fire nation still looked down on all other forms of bending, and the fire nation massacre of the air nomads, while a fading wound, was still not forgotten. A week after developing her new abilities. Aziz was taken out to the wilderness by her father and left there. His last words to her, were “No air bender could ever be a daughter of mine.” She cried and ran after him, but he knocked her back, and told her if she ever approached him again, she would burn. Heartsick and afraid, the young air bender ran from her retreating father, further in to the wilds. Fortunately for her, a wandering guru discovered her before any wild beasts, or less savory humans. The guru raised her from then on, and took her to the old western air temple, where she could study the walls and forms that survived in the statuary and learn to control her new power. Ironically enough, she also discovered a new method of air bending. While air benders had been using air to manipulate objects for ages, she found that she could manipulate even things that were too small to see. As time went on, she learned how to feel for differences in the air, that air was actually comprised of different substances. It would still be some time before she actually had names for the gases like nitrogen and oxygen that she was manipulating, but she could still feel that there were differences between the two substances in the air. After she had learned all she could from the ruined temple, she and the guru set out on the road again, moving from place to place like seeds on the wind. Aziz also found a particular affinity for flying, being used to this mobile life, though it was still easier to glide. They heard news of the world, and the happenings of the earth kingdom, but she was unwilling to leave the guru’s side. When she was nineteen, the guru finally passed away, and Aziz was on her own again. With no place to call her own, she went looking for other air benders. Clad in her plain off-white clothing, fashioned in to a glider suit similar to those used by the new air nation, carrying only a small leather bag of belongings, she set out to find a new life. She had heard of the air nation’s floating city, and chose that as her destination. The journey still took several weeks, but she finally reached Wanted in one piece. There, she felt truly accepted for the first time in many years. The guru had been kind, but he had not been a bender. Here, surrounded by her own kind, and not even teased about her odd looks, she felt at home at last. Her long held ill will towards the fire nation makes her struggle with the spiritual side of air bending, but teachers like Minor are helping her get over her animosity. Strengths: Years with the guru have taught her to be patient and humble, as well as hard-working and determined. She is content with the basics and has no desire for luxury. Weaknesses: She struggles to let go of her anger, and still feels betrayed by her family. She has fairly serious abandonment issues, and that makes her fear being alone, especially now that she’s found such an accepting community at Wanted. Skills: Air Bending, speed and agility, element bending, flying Weapons: none, typically, but she has some experience with a staff as the air bender tool of choice, and also experimented with fans, after Avatar Kyushu. As she can fly, she prefers the fans over the glider. (Song Sex:Mileage:25Orientation:Straight Concept:Metal bending Police Officer National Affiliation and Ancestry:Republic City born and raised Appearance:Hair: Black Eyes: Bright Green Height: 6’1”Description:Golan has the typical appearance of the of an earth bender with his vivid emerald eyes, pale skin and shock of thick black hair that he keeps reasonably short but untamed. It is quite typical to see strands sticking out at odd angles. He has a hard and athletic physique forged by his intensive training at the Being Metal bending academy and his training at the Pro-Bending Gym. Personality:Golan’s entire personality is defined by his career, he is a cop. His life’s goal is to protect the citizens of republic city and to clean up its streets. That said he is a bit of a hot shot continually getting in trouble with his superiors because although he is absolutely ruthless in his hunting of the rogue’s and vagabonds of Republic City he would not risk the lives of the citizens to do it. Sadly the same cannot be said to the citizens' property. That is not to say that Golan is all business, he does have a lighter side, with a good sense of humor, although it’s usually directed at people’s expense. Background:Golan grew up the son of an esteemed Pro-Bending Champion, in the playground arguments of whose dad could win in a fight there was never any doubt that it was Golan’s. He absolutely idolized his father, going to every one of his fights and watching him train at every chance he got. His mother of course wasn't too found of her son getting heavily involved in pro-bending, but it was a good bonding experience for the two, and it made them happy so she didn't do much to discourage it. They were in a sense the perfect family, until the night of the pro-bending championship. It started off beautifully, Golan got to watch his father and his team absolutely trounce they’re opponents and win the title. They went on to celebrate with his team at a local tavern Golan sitting beside his dad the entire time as him and his two teammates reminisced about their various fights, regaling the crowd that had assembled with blow-by-blow accounts. All of a sudden this guy started mouthing off to Joseph, saying these ugly things to him, wanted to prove his manhood by taking on a pro. So his father stepped up and beat him, he humiliated this local tough guy so badly that he left with his friends and later when they Golan left with his parents he followed them home, waiting till they cut through an alley and stabbed Golan’s father in the back. Gopan can barely remember the weeks after his father’s death, it’s not easy for a child seeing their parent bleed out in front of them and his mother wasn't in much of a position to help to struggle as she was with her own grief. No, his help came in the form of his father’s pro-bending teammates You and Timpani, they were always a big part of his life growing up but after his father’s death they became true surrogate parents to Golan. That’s why few where surprised when a month after his father’s death that this 9-year-old boy turned up at the team’s dojo demanding training. I mean with an every father figure he had being a pro-bending champion it was to be expected that he would want to be one himself. Training quickly became the chief focus of his life, when he wasn't in school or studying (and sometimes when he should have been) he was training either his martial arts or his bending. Also, he didn't simply explore the physical aspect but also the spiritual side of bending, anything that would help him improve his skills. Then when he left school and everyone expected him to join one of the various teams seeking an earth bender he instead joined Being’s Metal bending Academy. He jumped in with the same drive as with his previous training which allowed him to graduate top of his class and quickly helped him gain a job within the metal bending police force of Republic City. Strengths:Driven, dauntless, incorruptible, pristine physical condition Weaknesses:Stubborn, daddy issues, overly self-critical, over thinking. Skills:Earth bending, Metal bending, Hand to Hand Combat, Detective Skills, Knowledge of Past Pro-Bending trivia Weapons:Standard issue Whip shot and retractable wrist blades, Earth Glove given to him as a gift. More Images Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(Both characters are accepted! :) Another fire bender to add to the group! Name:Zara Sun Ito. Sex:Female Age:18Orientation:Straight, albeit bicurious. Concept:Lightning bending student without a master National Affiliation and Ancestry:Fire Nation Appearance~Hair:Black Eyes:Grey Height:5’6”Description:Sun has the strong, pronounced features iconic to the people of the Fire Nation, with high cheek bones, thin pink lips, and pale skin. She stands at about five and a half feet tall and has a lithe, agile build, although is not without some feminine curves to it, and it serves her swift and acrobatic style of bending well. Her sharp, almond eyes are silvery in color, and her long black hair falls halfway down her back and is cut with straight bangs. Twin braids on either side of her fringe fall down to her chest, held together with golden bands. Sun has a preference for clothes in reds and golds, as are popular in her homeland, although her travels to New Republic City have made practicality more important than style, and so other than some small pieces of jewelry and a long, red scarf which wraps around her neck and rests over her shoulders her clothing is very simple. Personality:A determined and driven individual, Sun genuinely enjoys pushing herself further and harder than ever before, constantly testing her limits. Because of this, Sun is very passionate about bending, and although she might not look it she has the skills of a bender many years her elder. She lacks discipline, however, and despite being very aware of her fiery personality and short temper she finds it difficult to control. Still, she does take pride in her independence and ability to stand up for herself, even though others can consider her outspoken nature and lack of restraint to be rude and difficult to handle. Those she has befriended she is extremely loyal to, but Sun will happily hold a grudge against those who harm her or those she cares about for a lifetime if she needs to. Background:Although raised in the Fire Nation, Zara Sun Ito was born in Republic City. Her family were proud fire benders, having practiced the art for countless generations, and they took great pride in their skill and talent. Like them, Sun showed great promise as a fire bender, and was taught the intricacies of the art from her mother even at a young age. The Ito family would have stayed in Republic City if it had not been for the Equality movement which disrupted the city in 170AG. The Ito family stood firm against the pressure that the Equality put on the benders of Republic City, but when the organization attempted to invade the metropolis they decided that they should move to safer ground in the Fire Nation. Setting their sights on the capital where their extended family lived they left within the year, and Sun did not see Republic City until she was eighteen. This proved to be a good call, as the Ito family avoided the chaos that would befall Republic City over the next four years, including the invasion of spirit vines and Elvira’s super weapon attack on the city. Continuing her education and fire bending training in her new home, Sun grew up to excel in both. One thing continued to evade her, however, and despite her various attempts she failed to bend lightning. It frustrated her, having never found something so difficult before, and even when she received formal training from outside of her family to practice the art she failed. Angry, both at herself and her instructors, she lashed out at her family and blamed them for her inability to bend lightning. She calmed down eventually, her relationship with her close family still, but she still never managed to hone the art. Sun decided, after talking with her mother, that she would need to find a mentor who could train her in a way that she would respond to, and Sun had doubts that anyone in Capital City could help her. Having already wanted to visit New Republic City to see the land of her birth and visit family, Sun decided that she would travel there to continue her training and hopefully find a lightning bender who could teach her. She left roughly two weeks ago and travelled by airship, and has since been living in cheap accommodation in the poorer parts of New Republic City, living off of what money she brought with her while she looks for a mentor. Strengths:Sun is driven and determined, and also a quick learner. She is a talented fire bender and is quite an intelligent woman with an interest in history and politics, specializing in that of the Fire Nation. She is also quite acrobatic and physically capable, a side effect of her training as a bender and her dance-like style of bending. Weaknesses:Short tempered and unforgiving, Sun is quick to anger and unrelenting to those who have angered her. While she is trying to temper her fiery personality she is prone to slipping up, and is quick to let her sharp tongue loose. So, assuming everyone gets approved, the party breakdown is as follows:Connor, Mundane Combat Medic (Angiejuusan)You mu, Mundane Ex-Red Lotus Freedom Fighter (above)Lisa, Lightning Bender Combat Medic (above)Aziz, Air Bender Wanderer? (not entirely sure what her concept is) (Baroness)GohanGopan, Metal Bender Police Officer (Cúchulainn)Zara, Fire/Lightning Bender Student (Vanity) Approved, Vanity! And if I failed to mention anyone else specifically, everyone thus far is approved. And if I screwed anyone up on the character list, feel free to tell me what you want it to say. New entry:Multibendersbegan to appear in the years shortly after the Republic City spirit portal opened. It has been assumed these events are related, though no spirits or scholars can establish a direct link other than time. Like the proliferation of air bending a few years before, many benders found themselves spontaneously able to bend a second element, though unlike it, no new benders were discovered. However, children born since the event have shown multibending talents. Multibenders born to mixed-bending parents heavily favor the elements of their parents. For those born to single-bender parents or non-benders, proximity to other benders seems to be the determining factor. Avatar Korea was at first alarmed, but later overjoyed by the diversity of bending now possible in the world, and was quoted as saying “We’re one step closer to our roots,” presumably referencing the legendary energy benders of old. She took it upon herself to found the Avatar Academy to help shape those with newfound powers. Quote from: Angiejuusan on 26-12-2014, 23:45:34So, assuming everyone gets approved, the party breakdown is as follows:Aziz, Air Bender Wanderer? (not entirely sure what her concept is) (Baroness)That's about it yeah, but the main thing was that she found an advanced technique using air bending, bending air around the individual elements in the air (nitrogen, oxygen, etc.) Thanks for the approval. I cannot wait to get started. If you guys want to get posting, I can open up a game thread. I'm not ready to make my intro post, but I can do a short scene setting so you can start figuring your characters out. A game thread would be nice but take your time. Also, Baroness's character raises some questions. Like how advanced are the scientific fields of chemistry and biology? Do they have a full periodic table? Do they know people use Oxygen? Dose oxygen even have a name or have been discovered yet? Usually it wouldn't come up very much but in this case it would be the difference between her character being able to know what they are doing when they change elemental concentrations or having no clue other than how it affects things. She would still be capable of it either way, but she would probably have some troubles with it if she didn't know for sure what she was doing. Considering the kinds of technology we've seen (such as being able to create and immediately identify platinum armor) I'm going to, for convenience's sake, set the state of science at "steampunk '60s" as well along with the rest of it. Trying to establish an individual state of progression for every field is just untenable. *laughs* So just figure if they knew it in the 60s, they'll know it here, with the possible (but not definite) exception to splitting the atom. The shockwaves of the Equality movement (non-benders desiring to stand on equal footing with benders) will play into our game in a big way, and science is the best way to accomplish that. Fair enough. :-) Quote from: above on 27-12-2014, 00:58:13A game thread would be nice but take your time. Also, Baroness's character raises some questions. Like how advanced are the scientific fields of chemistry and biology? Do they have a full periodic table? Do they know people use Oxygen? Dose oxygen even have a name or have been discovered yet? Usually it wouldn't come up very much but in this case it would be the difference between her character being able to know what they are doing when they change elemental concentrations or having no clue other than how it affects things. She would still be capable of it either way, but she would probably have some troubles with it if she didn't know for sure what she was doing. As mentioned in the background, she doesn't know what things are called, she can just feel the differences between things in the air. Through trial and error she discovers what some of them do. I plan on having her visit Global and Future Industries to talk to the scientists to learn more. Could do a good old "You all meet in a bar" set up... I think just posting a basic topic for the city and letting us all do our own intros might be the best option. Unless you have a story line you want to start the role-play with. I'll put up a thread before I go to bed tonight, if I can manage it. I would just be careful about how advance you make scientific knowledge because first it's only been 10 years, second I am only on the 3rd season but from what I've seen in both avatar shows there is more of an emphasis on engineers than scientists it seems they care more about advancement than how this advancement works they way it does and 3rd this is a magical world. A common trope in worlds with a form of magic is advanced tech without complete understanding of how exactly it works. For example, they understand that steam and combustion can drive engines and that it produces unpleasant fumes but not the chemical makeup of these fumes or why certain substances combust better than others. Primarily because magic isn't fully understood and when you use one field but don't really understand it why not apply it to other fields. That trope is certainly active in Avatar, and Korea is no exception. However, in this storyline, that trope will deliberately be bucked to some extent by individuals who desire greater control over their world in the face of proliferating bending. I don't mean to say that everyone has a full 60s high school education or anything, but rather that similar feats of invention are present regardless of the means. Perhaps they got there with bending, trial and error, or legitimate science. In this case, legitimate science will be a growing movement specificallybecauseit never was before. Does that make sense? Bombs away! Found this, had to post it: Quote from: Angiejuusan on 27-12-2014, 09:38:43Found this, had to post it: having geek-out giggle fits over that picture What is with all the ridiculously tall earth bending gents?! Aziz is going to feel like even more of a midget lol. Or homunculus, I suppose is the PC term. Sherries is the best. Officially those kids were adopted, but my head canon is that they invited Make to father their children. It's not unusual for gay couples to ask their closest opposite gender friends to help out with that, and Colin is already spoken for. Somehow I don't see Make objecting to that offer too much either... Shipping transcends the boundaries of biology. Is there any sort of posting order or can we all post whenever we want? No posting order would probably be better considering the size that this group is getting to. Yep, no posting order as long as it makes sense. (Sung Jin Player:A Japanese Dane Concept:"Renegade" Air bender, White Lotus Operative Troubles:Inability to fit in with the other air benders, ascetic nature, devoted to studies over everything else, aloofness, unwillingness to act Sex:Mileage:23Orientation:Bisexual’s:Foreplay, Oral, Anal (giving and receiving)Off’s:Violence, Blood, toilet stuff, etc. National Affiliation and Ancestry:Southern Air Temple/Himself. Of Fire Nation Ancestry Appearance:Hair: Purple (hair color changed after a visit to the spring in the spirit world)Eyes: Golden/Yellow Height: 6'4Weight: 90kgDescription:Zhou is a tall young man with a body trained by his adventures in the wilds, both of the physical world and the spirit world. His eyes are golden, at times seems yellow, and he can be seen with a perpetual smile that can be slightly unnerving. While in New Republic City, Zhou can usually been seen wearing a black suit with a white shirt underneath, complete with either a Bowie. This clothing style makes Zhou look somewhat like a butler, giving him a more subservient flair. However, Zhou can also be seen wearing an old-fashioned air benders rope once in a while, usually just after coming back to the city from one of his adventures Personality:Zhou is a calm person, who would rather avoid getting involved with the world, than to lose focus of his quest to full self enlightenment. Zhou has no ties to any particular place or objects, seeing material wealth and property ownership as illusions of society. He is for the most part pacifist, but will defend himself if attacked. He won't however, under any circumstance start a conflict, opting instead to go the way of speech. Furthermore, he is, like Career, a great adherent of Guru Mafia's teachings and follows them as best he can. Background:Relatively little is known about Zhou's past. The young man is of the prestigious but secretive Sung Jin family of the southern Fire nation. At the age of 10, it was discovered that Zhou could airbed, however it wasn't till he was 15 that his family contacted the air benders. By then, the young man had already assimilated a great deal of information about the air nation of old, gathered from books his father imported for him. He had also trained by himself, leaving his home for months on end, surviving in the nearby mountains as an ascetic monk of sorts. So when he arrived at the air temple he had little in common with the rest of the new recruits, opting to show his skills at the very instant he arrived. He was left alone, under order of Tenpin, and started studying in the library of the air benders, reading tome upon tome and scroll upon scroll of lore about the lost people of the air nomads. One night after he had turned 17, he and Tenpin had a discussion regarding the role of the Air Nomads, a discussion that ended with Zhou storming out the temple, trapping what few things he had and left for the Republic City spirit portal. Zhou wasn't heard from again for a year, and was presumed dead till he finally walked out of the spirit portal in the north a changed man. What Zhou experienced in the spirit world his first time he has told no one, all his fellow air benders know was that when he returned to Tenpin, he was a calmer person, yet seemed strangely aloof. Tenpin, sensing immediately what had happened told Zhou that he would not let the young man into the world unsupervised and pointed him in the direction go the White Lotus, who were seeking agents of skill at the time. Zhou agreed and when he left, he did so without touching the ground under him, floating ever so gently through the air till he was free of the curious air benders before he flew off to go find the White Lotus. In the beginning of his Career with the White Lotus, he was tasked with bringing messages across great distances due to his flight ability, a task he excelled at. Never, did Zhou find another tether, and it wasn't long till he took an extended leave of absence from the White Lotus to journey into the spirit world. Strengths:Master Air bender, athletic Peak, mild-mannered, good listener, good student, no tether to the world. Skills:Flight, weightlessness, Air bending. Weapons:Air Glider (used as a Beau for combat purposes) Sung Jin Family Jean sword forged by Zhou's grandfather under tutelage of the Master Piano. The sword is like the glider staff used to channel air bending attacks, but due to it being a sword, the air currents are more cutting, more focussed. Gonna post him here too :D hope he gets approved as well Approved! Character List Update:Connor, Mundane Combat Medic (Angiejuusan)You mu, Mundane Ex-Red Lotus Freedom Fighter (above)Lisa, Lightning Bender Combat Medic (above)Aziz, Air Bender Wanderer (Baroness)GohanGopan, Metal Bender Police Officer (Cúchulainn)Zara, Fire/Lightning Bender Student (Vanity)Zhou, Air Bender of the White Lotus (Dame)Lu Ten, Earth Bender Athlete (Jung) I whipped up a character sheet code:Code: [Select][float right][IMG height=400 padding=8][/IMG][/float right][b]Name:[/b] [b]Player:[/b] [b]Concept:[/b] [b]Trouble:[/b] [b]Sex:[/b] [b]Age:[/b] [b]Orientation:[/b] [b]On's:[/b] [b]Offs:[/b] [b]National Affiliation and Ancestry:[/b] [b]Appearance:[/b]Hair: Eyes: Height: Weight: [b]Description:[/b] [spoiler=Additional images][/spoiler][b]Personality:[/b] [b]Background:[/b] [b]Strengths:[/b] [b]Weaknesses:[/b] [b]Skills:[/b][list][LI][/LI][LI][/LI][LI][/LI][LI][/LI][LI][/LI][/list][b]Weapons:[/b] [spoiler=Weapon images][/spoiler][b]Character Relationships:[/b][i]Example character[/i] has this particular relation to this character. Feel free to adjust your existing sheet to match this format. Quote from: Angiejuusan on 27-12-2014, 18:10:36Character List Update:Connor, Mundane Combat Medic (Angiejuusan)You mu, Mundane Ex-Red Lotus Freedom Fighter (above)Lisa, Lightning Bender Combat Medic (above)Aziz, Air Bender Wanderer (Baroness)Johan Golan, Metal Bender Police Officer (Cúchulainn)Zara, Fire/Lightning Bender Student (Vanity)Zhou, Air Bender of the White Lotus (Dame)Lu Ten, Earth bender, Being family representative and Pro-Bending Champion ;D Quote from: Karma on 27-12-2014, 18:59:28I whipped up a character sheet code:Code: [Select][float right][IMG height=400 padding=8][/IMG][/float right][b]Name:[/b] [b]Player:[/b] [b]Concept:[/b] [b]Trouble:[/b] [b]Sex:[/b] [b]Age:[/b] [b]Orientation:[/b] [b]On's:[/b] [b]Offs:[/b] [b]National Affiliation and Ancestry:[/b] [b]Appearance:[/b]Hair: Eyes: Height: Weight: [b]Description:[/b] [spoiler=Additional images][/spoiler][b]Personality:[/b] [b]Background:[/b] [b]Strengths:[/b] [b]Weaknesses:[/b] [b]Skills:[/b][list][LI][/LI][LI][/LI][LI][/LI][LI][/LI][LI][/LI][/list][b]Weapons:[/b] [spoiler=Weapon images][/spoiler][b]Character Relationships:[/b][i]Example character[/i] has this particular relation to this character. Feel free to adjust your existing sheet to match this format. Are we allowed to put NPC's in the relationship thing? i.e. Zhou having a somewhat turbulent but respectful teacher - student relationship with Tenpin? Please do! ’D Do you want skill explanations or just names? Quote from: Juggtacular on 27-12-2014, 19:24:40Lu Ten, Earth bender, Being family representative and Pro-Bending Champion ;Edited in. Quote from: A Japanese Dane on 27-12-2014, 19:51:28Do you want skill explanations or just names? Some detail on how it works would be nice if it's not self-explanatory. Quote from: Karma on 27-12-2014, 19:52:23Some detail on how it works would be nice if it's not self-explanatory. Flight & Weightlessness - Let go of your earthly tether, Enter the void. Empty, and become wind :P *snickers* (So that's what Dialect looks like! Quote from: Juggtacular on 27-12-2014, 20:07:16(Colin an Earth Bender? Fucking do something, dammit! Introducing Ava! (#msg10834942)And to be clear, multibending IS available for player characters. Quote from: Karma on 27-12-2014, 21:12:01Introducing Ava! (#msg10834942)And to be clear, multibending IS available for player characters. Mind if I change Zhou a bit? I got a kinda cool idea for a dual bender. How a blend of elements could produce interesting results :P Go for it. I assume it's not something we have to decide now? It could be something that is discovered as our character grows? Absolutely, and I prefer it that way to be honest! Hoping to get an Asama post up tonight, but no promises. :P Zhou is updated with a very scientifically based dual bending technique :P He discovered atoms through meditation? Quote from: Cúchulainn on 28-12-2014, 04:37:10He discovered atoms through meditation? Edgar Allan Poe discovered them through the power of alcohol you know :P He theorized based on how electricity is a fire skill that there must be something that carries energy, or carries movement, something that could be manipulated, that knowledge made what he searched for easier to focus in on :P. Don't know if you're read it, but in the Inheritance book series, the protagonist Eragon discovered atoms or something similar by accident, through expanding his mind and letting his consciousness drift into the world. Meanwhile, Connor's the crotch old asshole in the corner going "what the fuck ever happened to just being a badass with a boomerang? Or just one element?" Quote from: Angiejuusan on 28-12-2014, 04:57:17Meanwhile, Connor's the crotch old asshole in the corner going "what the fuck ever happened to just being a badass with a boomerang? Or just one element?" Booooooomerang!!! Could he not bend anything if he's just bending atoms? Quote from: A Japanese Dane on 28-12-2014, 03:21:42Zhou is updated with a very scientifically based dual bending technique :Per, fire and air aren't bending opposites. Air is opposite of earth, fire is opposite of water. If anything, air and fire are the most complimentary techniques, at least with the breathing thing Quote from: Cúchulainn on 28-12-2014, 05:07:28Could he not bends anything if he's just bending atoms?he's not bending atoms he's using heat produced by fire bending and enhanced by breeding to phase change the air around say his hand till it becomes something resembling an ionized gas or plasma. Merely understanding how something works does not make you able to control all facets of it. Anyway! Going to bed. It OS 5 AM here Ohhh! The element thing is merely filler, then yea totally make sense. Only thing I would say is don't even really need to air bend, I mean lightening is technically a form of plasma, Azul had blue fire suggesting even hotter than normal fire, I'd say it's just a fire bending technique. ('Izzy' RO Jin Player:BaronessAiyannaConcept:Aziz's older brother, side character Trouble:Cannot forgive his father for abandoning his little sister. Sex:Mileage:25Orientation:Straight National Affiliation and Ancestry:Fire Nation Appearance:Hair: Dark redyes: Golden Height: 6'4"Weight: 190 lbs Description:Additional imagesIzalin is every bit the traditional fire bender. Tall, slender, dark haired and golden eyed, with pale, creamy skin. He keeps himself strong and fit, and his body shows evidence of many years of hard training. Personality:Izzy is determined, passionate, strong, slightly hot-tempered, and maybe a bit arrogant. But underneath all those emotions you would expect of a fire bender, he's fiercely protective of his family, particularly his two youngest siblings, the ones born non-benders, and especially Aziz, with her odd coloring. Background:Just like Aziz, Izzy had a normal, happy childhood up until the opening of the newest spirit portal. He was 15 at the time, and remembered clearly his father leaving one day with his pale little sister, and coming back alone. But unknown to little Aziz, their father's decision to abandon the girl caused a severe rift in the family. Eventually, the anger and bitterness of his wife and other children drove off their father, and the others slowly began to piece their lives back together in the absence of their ghost-like, but sweet little sister. As for Izzy and his twin brother, they followed in their father's footsteps at first, as the oldest children in the family. At 18, they joined the united forces and served for a four-year term. Afterward, Izzy left the army, but his brother stayed on, having just become an officer. Now 22 years old, with enough knowledge and experience to do it, Izzy went looking for the long-lost Aziz, not even knowing if his little sister had survived the wilds long enough to grow up, but hoping that she had. His first step was to return to the fire nation and start asking around. He'd never known anyone with white hair and eyes like Aziz, so it was easy enough to ask for her by looks. Soon enough, he got word of a young girl who'd been seen in the company of a wandering guru, a waif-like little thing who didn't appear to be more than a young teen. But Izzy was always one step behind the traveling pair, and never caught up to them. At times, he left off the search for a time to reenter the world, knowing that his sister was alive and well was enough to let him focus on other things. Strangely enough, it wasn't only his sister that ended up with new abilities due to the opening of the new portal. During his travels, Izzy found himself coming upon the school where Colin trained new lava benders. The young fire bender felt himself oddly drawn to the different technique, and after enough time watching the lava benders, discovered his own ability to use the technique. Try as he might, he couldn't bend so much as a pebble using regular earth bending, but he could lava bend as easily as he could fire bend, the heat of the molten rock calling to him like the heat of the fire. After spending some time at the school, Izzy returned to the search for his sister again. Once again, he could not keep up with the rumors and hearsay about where the guru was and might be next. Finally, he caught up to the guru, but not in the way he had hoped. He found the grave of the guru, marked with the same little yellow flowers that Aziz had loved as a child. Now, though, the trail had gone cold, and Izzy was at a loss for where to look for his sister. He tried visiting the air bender city Wanted once or twice, and searched New Republic City several times, but both places there were far too many people, with far too mobile a population to get a solid lead on his sister. He heard a few rumors, but nothing solid. Finally, he found a place to stay, and work as one of the security officers for Future Industries. His experience in the military made the job an easy fit. Also, his position as a security guard gave him every motivation to be in Soda's Square, as part of the detail watching Asama NATO's back. While the famous inventor was loved by most, all powerful people had enemies. Strengths:Determined, loyal, and strong. A brilliant fire bender and talented lava bender. Quicker to smile than anything else, though less cheerful since the loss of AzizaWeaknesses:Protective of his family to the point that he could be very easily manipulated if his family, particularly his younger siblings, were threatened or harmed in any way. Not fond of father figures after his father's abandonment of Aziz. He has a bit of a hot temper, though his anger always cools quickly. Skills:Fire bending Lava bending Tactician: His years in the army showed a rather intuitive grasp of tactics and strategy. He's a planner and a thinker, despite his sometimes quick temper. Tracking: His years of looking for his sister helped him learn most tracking abilities. Seismic Sense: Another ability picked up through his experience with the earth benders at the lava bending school, and supported by his interest in finding his sister. Weapons:None Character Relationships:Aziz ais Izzy's little sister The bit about him being security for Asama was honestly a last minute addition that just came to me, that can be removed if you don't like it. Approved! :) That Asama post isn't coming tonight, sorry guys... rough day. Quote from: Cúchulainn on 28-12-2014, 05:22:05Ohhh! The element thing is merely filler, then yea totally make sense. Only thing I would say is don't even really need to air bend, I mean lightening is technically a form of plasma, Azul had blue fire suggesting even hotter than normal fire, I'd say it's just a fire bending technique. I think it's stated somewhere in the comics that fire bending flames can only get so hot on their own, and that lightning is an exception due to how it's used. Hence, why I used the idea of feeding fuel to the heat through air bending :P I just realized that Connor technically has no fucking clue who Asama is. He was around for Among's little bitch-fit, and probably left at like, just before the season finale. He probably only barely remembers who Korea is! Sounds like a player character to me! *laughs* Gotta love those convenient excuses for repetitive exposition! He'd be like "Korea who? Oh, right, the Avatar. Look, I've been in exile for ten years, what do you want from me?" Also, does anyone note the Iron Maiden reference I tossed in? >:) (Korea's hairstyle insofar real life, lol. Introducing the good Cap'n Dean!("Captain Dean" (Real Name: Gun Ha)Player:AngiejuusanConcept:Ex-Captain out for vengeance Trouble:Framed by a Colonel who saw him as a threat Sex:As often as possibleMaleAge:40Orientation:Straightens:Romantic, loves strong women, enjoys oral Offs:Only the 'usual' stuff. National Affiliation and Ancestry:The Fire Nation is his home, even if it will not take him. Appearance:He looks rather young for being 40-no one really knows how that happened. He typically wears his old Fire Nation uniform, wearing his armor on special occasions (he managed to sneak it into exile with him). Hair: Black Eyes: Blue Height: 6' 0"Weight: 250 lbs. Description:Additional images Personality:Loud-mouthed, obnoxious, and usually a colossal dick to everyone around him. To his allies, however, he can be very sweet, compassionate, and willing to share his hard-earned wisdom. Background:"Dean" served his Nation well as a member of the Navy for many years, eventually working his way up to the rank of Captain. He nicknamed his ship The Trailblazer, as it was often one of the ships fitted with experimental technology for testing, which usually made it the fastest ship in the Navy (though, part of that was the excellent crew). Dean himself was a master tactician, both on and off the field, and brought many victories to his name. So of course, it was only natural that someone would see him as a threat. Colonel Zhou Zhang did, and hatched an elaborate scheme to get Dean out of the way as well as eliminate another opponent of his...he found the opportunity. For his service, Zhou awarded Dean with a pair of high-powered five shot revolvers, which only fired a specific type of round (.70 Magnum rounds). Zhou had his own, however, and used it to kill a Captain that Dean had gotten in a drunken bar brawl with. Zhou wanted that Captain out of the way too-truth be told, he thought Dean would be executed for this. The frame job worked, and Dean was convicted of murder. But he wasn't killed. No, he was exiled. Stripped of rank and privilege, Dean was sent away. But Dean wasn't going quietly-his things were confiscated, but he managed to break in and steal them back. And with that, he escaped to New Republic City, seeking a new life in the hustle and bustle of the streets. Strengths:Powerful fire bender, excellent fighter, master tactician, and knows just about everything about booze. Weaknesses:Addicted to booze, tobacco, and pretty women. Short-tempered. Nightmares. Skills:Sharpshooter:He knows his guns. Fire Bender Tactics:Small unit, mostly, but he can command a unit of benders, mundanes, or a mixed unit to victory. Navigator:Knows his way around a naval chart and can use a land map just as easily. Ambidextrious:Two swords! Two guns! Two grenades! (Wait what?)[/list]Weapons:He carries a pair of .70 Magnum Revolvers, nicknamed "Damnation" and "Retribution". Damnation is painted black, with the name etched in silver on the side of the barrel and an inverted star on the mahogany grip. Retribution is painted pearl-white with the name etched in gold on the side of the barrel, and a regular star on the mahogany grip. He also carries a pair of swords (which quite easily identify him as Fire Nation military if the fuckin' armor didn't give it away. Weapon images Character Relationships:No family. A few friends that are all in the Fire Nation and therefore hate him. Looks neat. Everyone: Make sure to tag whoever you're expecting posts from, especially canon characters, since it's not always going to be obvious to me whether you're expecting a post from me. Thanks! By the way, his Fire bending moves are all based on Muay Thai routines. Because I love Muay Thai. Even though that's more of an Earth-leaning martial art, I'll allow it, because it's cool. :P We got other guys blending elements left and right, I think Dean knowing a martial art that's slightly outside the Fire Nation norm is perfectly fine. :p Captain Falcon is a Muay Thai fire bender, that's for sure. Do you demand that Dean do at least one FALCON PAUNCH! ? I'm more partial to the Knee of Justice! Dean has a question: What are the laws like regarding weapons in New Republic City? Since, you know, he's a civilian now, he needs to know this stuff. Hm. That's a good question. Historically, most people in Avatar haven't had weapons at all, and even the military is primarily benders. An increase in weapons tech after the war would necessitate it being addressed. I would say it's not too similar from the laws around where I live. Plainly visible weapons that can be classed as "small" or "defensive" (pistols, reasonable knives, etc.) are allowed. Larger or concealed weapons must be registered. Certain weapons are banned outside the military. Alright, so Connor's staff and pistol are fine, Dean probably had to register all his stuff. At the very least, he's ex-military, so he's at least trained in all his gear. Though I can see Dean trying to pass off Damnation and Retribution as defensive pistols. "They are TOTALLY for self-defense! They're reasonable! The barrel just looks fucking massive!" Okay, I can't shake this thought, so I'm going to post it here: I'm calling it now, Korea's going to be the villain. That's my prediction. So if that ends up happening I just want you to know: 1 AM Pacific time, Angiejuusan fucking called it. Quote from: Karma on 29-12-2014, 09:26:55Hm. That's a good question. Historically, most people in Avatar haven't had weapons at all, and even the military is primarily benders. An increase in weapons tech after the war would necessitate it being addressed. I would say it's not too similar from the laws around where I live. Plainly visible weapons that can be classed as "small" or "defensive" (pistols, reasonable knives, etc.) are allowed. Larger or concealed weapons must be registered. Certain weapons are banned outside the military. So Zukor carrying those Day swords of his or Go and those Earth benders with the huge hammers wouldn't be allowed now without registration? Stuff like that? Quote from: Juggtacular on 29-12-2014, 10:13:27So Zukor carrying those Day swords of his or Go and those Earth benders with the huge hammers wouldn't be allowed now without registration? Stuff like that? That's what I'm gathering. So most benevolent and fantastic Karma. I was revising the original character I wrote for this game and was wondering. Would it be too much to assume that Garrick had siblings? Because I have a brilliant idea for a sister of his :P Quote from: Angiejuusan on 29-12-2014, 09:59:24Okay, I can't shake this thought, so I'm going to post it here: I'm calling it now, Korea's going to be the villain. That's my prediction. So if that ends up happening I just want you to know: 1 AM Pacific time, Angiejuusan fucking called it. Such bold claims are usually accompanied by a pledge such as "if I'm wrong I'll eat a hat" :quote from: A Japanese Dane on 29-12-2014, 13:06:03So most benevolent and fantastic Karma. I was revising the original character I wrote for this game and was wondering. Would it be too much to assume that Garrick had siblings? Because I have a brilliant idea for a sister of his :P He does seem like the youngest child to me. Quote from: Juggtacular on 29-12-2014, 10:13:27So Zukor carrying those Day swords of his or Go and those Earth benders with the huge hammers wouldn't be allowed now without registration? Stuff like that? Yeah. NRC is just too densely populated to allow that sort of thing to run wild. Would benders have to be registered than? I mean they tend to be more dangerous than say a sword. Quote from: Karma on 29-12-2014, 15:37:21He does seem like the youngest child to me. Owww, I was hoping to make his younger sister :P To me Garrick seems to be in his early to mid 30s, yes he's eccentric, but he's still older than Asama, Korea, all the others by quite a bit Quote from: Cúchulainn on 29-12-2014, 15:55:37Would benders have to be registered than? I mean they tend to be more dangerous than say a sword. Even if they wanted to, it wouldn't really be feasible, especially with new ones popping up randomly so often. Quote from: A Japanese Dane on 29-12-2014, 16:07:33Owww, I was hoping to make his younger sister :P To me Garrick seems to be in his early to mid 30s, yes he's eccentric, but he's still older than Asama, Korea, all the others by quite a bit Well, if she's 10 years younger or so, the youngest child "effect" would still be up and running in Garrick's brain. Perhaps more so if they're half-siblings. Somebodies going to have to explain all this science stuff to me, it is too much for my little mind to handle. Which parts in particular? Normal fire burns in the presence of oxygen, and so fire with more oxygen will burn hotter. Yeah, but the way you described the suits I thought they used compressed air. You fuel an engine to produce electricity which you use on an air compressor. The closest thing we have to real life jetpacks use compressed air. I'll be honest, the specific mechanism of the jetpack isn't something I've had time (or really have the expertise) to lay out in detail. They work on GM Fiat, I don't know. Plus, the Steampunk setting means we can get away with a bit. Also, Dean and Golan already have character drama! Tech in Avatar has always been a bit "loose." Some allowances must be given for having benders as part of the design and control process... For example, I'm not sure if we could build the techs that are in Korea (especially Curia's platinum much) on any affordable scale. I'm more getting confused over which benders can bend which chemical compounds among other things. For example can a water bender only bend the water in a persons blood, or can he also bend the water in all their cells? Waves hands frantically while shouting "MAGIC!" There's your justification! Even if this was Star Trek, "It's Magic I ain't gotta explain shit" still works. Also, as I listen to my Pandora list, I realize that I kinda want "Shoot to Thrill" as Dean's theme. Sadly, Iron Man already claimed that. Quote from: Cúchulainn on 29-12-2014, 22:37:09I'm more getting confused over which benders can bend which chemical compounds among other things. For example can a water bender only bend the water in a persons blood, or can he also bend the water in all their cells? The degree of precision and "power" a bender can exert is based on talent and practice. Metal bending is a prime example; before Top no one had ever done it. Decades after Top, there were hundreds or thousands of metal benders. Most water benders can't blood bend; a few cans. Among those, some have more power than others... I doubt Ham could have removed someone's bending ability. Among developed that skill. The point is there is no "rule." If an incredibly talented water bender decided to try and bend individual cells (and let's be clear, blood bending is doing exactly that on a bodily scale, the name is just for scares) they'd eventually be able to do it. Also, non science question, how does the firearm laws work. Is it a more modern rules or is it a kind of wild west. Are the weapons taken off your for life or is it you loose them while in the city, and they get given back when you leave. If they just take them off is there a form of amnesty, with compensation for those who give theirs up willingly? And back to science because oxygen is 20% of the earths' atmosphere but roughly 50% of the earths crust but it's combined with other stuff. Who gets oxygen? I would say yes about being able to bend cells as long as they knew cells had water in them. Also compressed air is the only way to make a jetpack that would burn your legs off. Also, Oxygen is a gas, so air benders get it. The only time we should say magic is when you can't explain something. Which is going to be a very rare thing I think. But it doesn't work by state what with water benders getting ice and earth benders and lava. If it's a good faith or first offense situation, the weapons are taken until you either leave the city or qualify for a license as long as the weapon isn't something especially malicious. As for atomic elemental bending: like all other parts of bending, there are no "hard rules." Only a true guru would be able to literally sense the elements, most likely; everyone else is manipulating their primary element at a small scale. An air bender can remix the distribution within air as long as it remains air. Metal bending does this on a broader scale, while lava bending does something related by heating the earth. The defining, core attribute of bending is the addition or subtraction of energy from a substance with no apparent source for that energy. That concept goes up to and includes breaking molecular bonds; it just takes someone with that much ability. A bender's greatest limitations are mental; all signs from the show (and expanded on in this game with multibending) point to that being one of the few true limitations. A bender can do whatever they understand they can do and are imaginative enough to think of. That's changing the temperature. The base state of matter is what we should go off of. The base state of compounds as well. It's not just that. If the line of thinking I'm following is taken further, it can and will include transmutation and all sorts of other things. Metal bending is an important example in this discussion. First, nobody could do it. Then Top was finally able to. It's not that it was impossible beforehand, it's that Top was the first to believe she could do it. It seems to be the case that the purity of a substance is very important in how easy something is to bend. For water benders it becomes easier when it's pure. For earth benders it becomes more difficult. Why? Is there something genetic controlling this? I don't think so. It's my impression that it's accustomization, mental blocks. That was the whole reason Korea couldn't airbed and why Gang had so much trouble fire bending. Pure mercury can be bent, but not platinum... and I think there's nothing inherent to mercury or platinum that makes one harder than the other. Remember, the core of all bending is energy bending, and energy makes up everything in the universe. Bending has no limits. I'm not saying everyone in the game should be able to bend anything, but getting hung up on hard science isn't really the point of Avatar. I'm not saying we should hand wave with "magic" either since internal consistency is one of Avatar's best points. We just have to make sure that our ideas make enough sense, not that they're perfect. Also remember Rule 0: This is a game, games are fun. I usually stretch that rule into "if an action is sufficiently entertaining, I'll allow it", but I'm not the GM on this one. Sounds reasonable. Both of those posts. That's fine I was just looking for clarification to know what is feasible with bending in this game. Although with respect to what Karma said metal needs impurities because it's the earth impurities they manipulate or that's what I gathered from tops earth sense. We have direct evidence that that isn't the case: Korea bending the mercury out of her. The entire concept of bending nations and inheritance seems to be a construct to me, a deep-seated relic of the time when lion turtles granted bending powers. Even when genetics are considered, they are almost never "one or the other" when it comes to hair color, skin color, height, or anything else, and it shouldn't be true for bending either. Multibending will explore that thought. Ah, I assume this mercury bending comes later in the show, or in the comic. Thank you guys for the clarification. As Top his blind, originally she did metal bend by using her Earth sense to identify the trace amounts of minerals still within the metal, but over time I'm sure she evolved her technique to the point that only certain metals that are insanely refined are immune, like Platinum. Okay, another question in this game how long have firearms been around for? How many years prior to the current setting? I honestly think the only reasons guns haven't been shown is due to 1. Nickelodeon not wanting them and 2. Them being distracting from the themes of the show. But realistically, they made a WWII cannon in Korea, complete with rifling. I think guns have been around for at least a few decades before Korea, at the very least in the Fire Nation. The major thing holding them back is a lack of heavy focus on metal mining, but they had steel and explosives in ATLAS. All the elements are there except for the thing itself. Especially after Among, I'd bet nonbenders would start pushing for greater self-defense options and guns would finally take their place. I'd like to raise a point that if/when/since firearms will be prevalent in this game, that we look at the superhuman physical attributes of Avatar characters.ie - Zukor falling 30 feet without a scratch, Zukor knocking full-grown men around with ease, Zukor getting hit in the chest with rocks and shrugging it off, Iron bending prison bars without bending (when he got buff and escaped), people dodging lightning, etc... That dodging bullets should be a tricky, but doable thing. If nobody could dodge bullets than anybody with a gun could kill anybody without one pretty damn easy, even if they are a bender. Great point, and I think we can look at people fighting against Elvira for how viable it is for bullets to be dodged in this setting. Gun users will also have to consider the variety of options against them when using one. If their gun is made out of metal, it could be easily turned against them. Earth benders can just block a bullet. So on and so forth. Like in any role-play nothing auto kills things, so I would say bullets are dodgeable it's just harder than most things. Even if a bullet hits, it has to hit a vital organ to even be a dangerous wound. People in Avatar already heal quickly for the most part and have water healing as an option in treatment. Yep. So it puts a man with a gun as an equal danger as a bender. Equal, you say? *laughs manically* Yeah just like Among would have wanted. :) Hell, sometimes the bullet is more dangerous coming out then it was going in. I could explain it, but really, the fastest way to explain why we don't need to get the bullet out is to force you to read this link: "fastest" "TV Tropes"Pick one. :P Quote from: Karma on 30-12-2014, 00:23:43"fastest" "TV Tropes"Pick one. Pit's fast in that it'll explain why removing bullets is a bad idea unless you're already in a hospital, which is all I wanted to do. Though I am reading up on Worst Aid, so I don't commit the stock mistakes. Release your earthly tether, enter the TV Tropes, and don't come out for four hours. He. Just so everyone knows if I do end up applying first aid, CPR, or healing of any kind, it ain't gonna look pretty. Hell, if I do CPR, you'll be lucky if only one rib ends up cracked or broken (a highly likely possibility in real life). You're going to be hurting for a while when I'm done, but dammit, you're breathing. Sun may or may not be slightly jealous of those Jesuits. She hasn't yet gotten the hang of flight-via-fire bending. If only there was some sort of person who wanted to modify the suits and could teach her to bend lightning. Then she could get everything she wanted. :P Why do I get the feeling that someone's going to be Iron Man by the end of this? Dean can't fly by fire bending. It makes him sick. Quote from: above on 30-12-2014, 01:57:56If only there was some sort of person who wanted to modify the suits and could teach her to bend lightning. Then she could get everything she wanted. Looks like everything is falling into place. ;)Quote from: Angiejuusan on 30-12-2014, 02:04:47Why do I get the feeling that someone's going to be Iron Man by the end of this? Sun lacks the technical knowledge to be Iron Man, unfortunately. She might make a good Thor, however, once she gets the lightning bending down. Prospective Characters go here, right?(Jun Tamara Player: agentlemanwithadreamConcept: Old-School Duel Bender Trouble: Internal conflicts with new abilities, External conflicts with no love life and a dying mother Sex: Mileage: Twenty-Six Orientation: Straightens: Intelligence, Witty Banter, Seduction, Teasing Offs: Stupidity, Disregard for others, abuse of power National Affiliation and Ancestry: Jun gives his allegiance to New Republic City. His ancestry is split with his mother being from the Fire Nation and his father from the Earth Kingdom…uhh Commonwealth. Appearance:Hair: Short and Dark Eyes: Deep pools of chocolate Height: Five feet and nine inches tall Weight: One Hundred and Sixty Five lbs Description: Jun is a runner by both nature and nurture. His average height and slider frame makes him inconspicuous when he needs to hide among a crowd and hard to get a hold of when he needs to get away. He’s in excellent condition from the many hours spent working both legally and illegally, and he has a smile that has won him many sets of panties. Personality: Jun is a regular guy. His two favorite things are book, or old bending scrolls, and a pretty face. When he doesn’t have his face in a book, he can often be found doing a fair amount of social drinking at some of the smaller, almost liverish bars. Background: Jun grew up in the original republic city. His mother’s family were Fire Nation deserters, many generations ago, during the time of Avatar Gang and his father, a soldier in the Earth Kingdom Army, though retired by the time Elvira too control, had made a good life for themselves in Republic City. Jun was a phenomenal student growing up, both academically and in the bending arts. It was discovered at an early age that Jun was a fire bender and although his mother was not, she made sure she cultivated that portion of his education which proved simple enough since both she and her husband were members of the White Lotus. Regardless, Jun exceed with fire bending and found his strength in traditional bending methods instead of prob ending techniques. Life was good for that Tamara’s until his mother began to get sick. They quickly ran through his father’s retirement money on the best healers and doctors in modern medicine that they could find, all to no avail. As one could imagine, That put a lot of stress on Jun but his studies never faltered. He did, however, run with some of the local gangs as a neutral party and mostly moving information between them and even though he wasn’t actually involved in gang activity, he got in more than his fair share of brawls with both underworld occupants and RCPD. During Elvira’s rise to power, Jun was quietly split on the matter. His parents had always taught him that the world was meant to operate in a state of balance and everything that he had read pointed to the four nations being the representation of that. However, growing up in Republic City and living with people from all different backgrounds allowed him to see the beauty in diversity as well. Ultimately, when his father decided to join the Republic City Army he knew that joining The Great United wasn’t the right choice. Sadly, Jun lost his father to Elvira’s spirit weapon and once he dusts had settled from the battle, he and his mother went about the daunting task of burying his father. At Sergeant Tamara’s funeral, Jun was a silent tower of strength for his mother until the final moments when they were slowly earth bending his father’s casket into the ground. Jun reached out toward his father as tears rolled down his eyes and the casket stopped moving. It was in that heart-wrenching moment that Jun discovered he had been gifted with the ability to airhead as well. In the decade that passed since, Jun has worked hard moving freight into and helping build New Republic City and honing his new-found ability by studying earth bending’s origins early styles. Strengths: Long hours both on the job and caring for his mother has made Jun both mentally and physically tough. Jun also has great stamina and agility from his many quick escapes from the Metal bending police and petty criminals alike. Weaknesses: Family. His mother is the only biological family that he has left, as far as she knows, and she’s been sick for a long time. Women. Jun easily gets distracted by a pretty face or long legs, especially if they are skilled benders. It’s so bad that when he ran messages for gangs, it was widely known that he would give up information for a few moments in a dark alley. Skills:High Stamina and AgilityScrapperWeapons: None Character Relationships: WII'm shaking off the dust from a hiatus, glad to see a Korea game getting off of the ground with some familiar faces as well.SN: I would love a different face claim if anyone has any pics lying around that they think might work. Are you trying for an anime pic? I have the feeling that Jun and Dean are going to be very good friends when this is all said and done! Quote from: Juggtacular on 30-12-2014, 22:08:32Are you trying for an anime pic? That would be awesome. Quote from: Angiejuusan on 30-12-2014, 22:12:30I have the feeling that Jun and Dean are going to be very good friends when this is all said and done!Oh, I think so lol Quote from: agentlemanwithadream on 30-12-2014, 22:19:45That would be awesome.Oh, I think so Loki'm not the best image searcher, but I tried to keep it Avatar looking.here(I think Aziz is going to want to be friends with Dean lol. He's the only guy under six feet tall in this whole group! Quote from: BaronessAiyanna on 30-12-2014, 23:16:27I think Aziz is going to want to be friends with Dean lol. He's the only guy under six feet tall in this whole group! Dean's exactly 6 foot, me dear, you may be thinking of Jun (who's 5'9") Welcome! ’D Quote from: Angiejuusan on 30-12-2014, 23:22:49Dean's exactly 6 foot, me dear, you may be thinking of Jun (who's 5'9")Um, yeah, that's what I meant XD Deep. I'm horrible with names. Once again Lisa has an open seat next to him. Although Sun would have to know he was a lightning bender. She could probably ask some of the rich people about a lightning bender they know. They would probably know the one that is their doctor. This just goes to show I haven't seen much of Legend of Korea, but I imagine everything Garrick says with just the lightest touch of a Georgian accent. Which is also how I imagine Dean speaking, so maybe there's some mental crossover there... D: Go watch it! FYI, if anyone wants to I'm me about game stuff, feel free. My HIM is in my profile. Hamm. Should I post again or wait for a few people? Up to you! I'd say go ahead, unless there's someone specific you're waiting for. Well I'll crank a post out toot sweet then! XD Fuckin' hell, I just realized I wrote Connor into a corner. I have no idea what I should do with him! D: Thanks for the pic Jung. Also, I'm looking for some character connections to help get Jun integrated into the story. He's got a bit of a double background so it should be pretty easy to do. I was thought Zhou could at least know of him since his parents were in the White Lotus (which maybe Jun could get into eventually.) Maybe Jun could have run some messages for Dean, done some...of the record work if you will. Maybe he as a serious (or not so serious) crush on Aziz and only earth bends around her as not to offend? I don't know, I'm reaching here but let me know if you all think of anything that might work. Just thought I'd throw a post to say Happy New Airport Notarial no mobârakAkemashite omelet gozaimasu Happy new years, everyone! Quote from: agentlemanwithadream on 31-12-2014, 15:52:42 Thanks for the pic Jung. Also, I'm looking for some character connections to help get Jun integrated into the story. He's got a bit of a double background so it should be pretty easy to do. I was thought Zhou could at least know of him since his parents were in the White Lotus (which maybe Jun could get into eventually.) Maybe Jun could have run some messages for Dean, done some...of the record work if you will. Maybe he as a serious (or not so serious) crush on Aziz and only earth bends around her as not to offend? I don't know, I'm reaching here but let me know if you all think of anything that might work. Crush on Aziz is fine with me :D Getting over her issues with fire benders will make for entertaining relationship drama Quote from: BaronessAiyanna on 01-01-2015, 21:28:07Crush on Aziz is fine with me :D Getting over her issues with fire benders will make for entertaining relationship drama Which will only be complicated because of Dean being a fire bender with big guns. And big swords. And big muscles. Quote from: Angiejuusan on 01-01-2015, 21:38:59Which will only be complicated because of Dean being a fire bender with big guns. And big swords. And big muscles. Are you trying to say she would only see the big muscles and totally fall for him?! Ha! An air bender would never be so shallow. They are a very 'spiritual' people*nods*:D How about the scientist who while from the fire nation can't fire bend and can only bend lightening. Who also was unreasonably disowned by his family. Who might be able to help you realize what you discovered. Just a though. Lol :) Quote from: BaronessAiyanna on 01-01-2015, 21:44:18Are you trying to say she would only see the big muscles and totally fall for him?! Ha! An air bender would never be so shallow. They are a very 'spiritual' people*nods*:What I was getting at is Dean is kind of the scariest fire bender Aziz could ever meet. Tall (relatively), buff, and a walking armory. Quote from: Angiejuusan on 01-01-2015, 21:53:45What I was getting at is Dean is kind of the scariest fire bender Aziz could ever meet. Tall (relatively), buff, and a walking armory. Point taken Quote from: above on 31-12-2014, 02:06:24She could probably ask some of the rich people about a lightning bender they know. They would probably know the one that is their doctor. That's the general idea. She figures that, with such a huge congregation of people, at least one of them must know a lightning bender. It's just deciding who to ask! What about the guy with an empty seat next to him. Maybe he knows something. :P He is off in the distance however, and Sun's intuition isn't quite keen enough to assume that much about a single stranger. If he were to offhandedly perform a small feat with his lightning bending in her view, however... He's not on the stage he is in the seating in front of the stage. Also, I've been trying to think of something he could do. Any ideas? I edited my post after realizing that. My point still stands though. It only has to be something simple. Perhaps he plays with a few volts to amuse himself while he waits? Okay I'll edit something simple in to my most recent post. Beam, edited. Not so simple, but it's a thing, and it happened right around when you tried to get people's attention. Hey everyone, I've just finished moving into my new apartment with my girlfriend, and we're still putting everything together. Combined with work, it's left me pretty busy and will probably continue that way for a few days. :) Quote from: Karma on 02-01-2015, 05:27:32Hey everyone, I've just finished moving into my new apartment with my girlfriend, and we're still putting everything together. Combined with work, it's left me pretty busy and will probably continue that way for a few days. :)Take your time! Just means I can spend more time with my children too :D *waves* Just kicking the tumbleweed, never mind me :P I should be back in full force tomorrow night. :) Quote from: Karma on 04-01-2015, 02:26:52I should be back in full force tomorrow night. :)Yay! Izzy is waiting on Zhu Li lol Got some IRL complications, so I might not be able to post until Tuesday; hopefully sooner. Hello, Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me. Is there anyone at home? I am. So sorry about the GM post delay. D: Feel free to advance the day and set up new scenes elsewhere in the city! This may sound like a dumb question, but could anyone post a link to the actual game threads? -[Gotcha covered Quote from: Rubio on 15-01-2015, 08:07:41 This may sound like a dumb question, but could anyone post a link to the actual game threads? -[Total side note, since Angie already took care of you, but your title gave me giggle fits. I love saying quitchabitchin to people :D A bug fat bundle of real life stress has me seriously considering closing this game down or at least handing over the reins to someone else. :/ Thoughts? Hmm mm. Well I really like this game, but it's your vision and not mine. It probably wouldn't be the same if you weren't running it. I can definitely help run it. But I don't think me or anyone else would be good at running it without you. ON the topic of the RP though, since most of our people are AWOL, should we do a recruitment drive? Maybe start over? It'd be a shame for this thing to just fizzle out. Wails But....but...noes! It just wouldn't be the same without you! Okay, selfish moment over, what's the stress, and how can we help? I'm having ye old S.A.D. as well as having to do some serious job hunting. That's the main thing. The best thing anyone could do for this game is post among yourselves - it would do a lot for my muse to be able to palpably feel that people are interested beyond just directly being involved with GM posts. Much of this is my own fault, I definitely realize. If we continue as-is, I'd say it would be best to jump forward a day or two and do some side scenes among the characters. Well I can do that. Anybody interested in hanging out with Lu Ten? Quote from: Juggtacular on 19-01-2015, 03:58:01Well I can do that. Anybody interested in hanging out with Lu Ten?has to remind herself which one Lu Ten is... Quote from: BaronessAiyanna on 19-01-2015, 04:07:46has to remind herself which one Lu Ten is... The handsome guy with the ponytail? Last name Being? XD Hey, cut me a break, there's a whole horde of 6 foot+ earth bender guys running around this story ;) Quote from: BaronessAiyanna on 19-01-2015, 04:43:17Hey, cut me a break, there's a whole horde of 6 foot+ earth bender guys running around this story ;)True, but none of them look quite as dashing in Earth Nation Green & Gold as Lu Ten. 8-) Pfft, lol Anyone want interactions with our resident Jedi and his crazy new tenant? Well, I can't find the character sheet again, but I'm still totally for Aziz having some romantic fire bending drama with the one dual-bending guy who is UNDER six feet tall in this group. I haven't quite decided what I'm going to do with Izzy outside the family reunion, since he was meant to be a side character. Height...a blessinganda curse. Connor and Dean will go wherever and do anything. I know Dean's had interactions with the one police officer dude, but that was all business. Lu Ten is open for anything as well. Shi may be a crazy bastard, but I'm sure someone would have a blast asking him what he's doing. I actually have something marvelous planned for it.

[The Legend of Korra] New Republic City OOC|rating:3.0

The Lab Cat [eBadger + Blue Bunny Sparkle]

(was too much noise! Greta didn’t like it! It hurt her ears and the hurried motions of the two assistants scared her. There were shouts and yelling and Master threw things in a suitcase, even the journal notebooks that he loved so much and that she was never allowed to touch. Wild in movements, the men smelled like fear. Greta’s senses flared to find the danger, but the girl could find none. Confused, her hand touched Master’s arm, nudging for attention. “I can’t bring you with me now Greta!” The man snapped. “It’s not safe! They’d only take you from me… just hide! Okay? Go hide and don’t let anyone take you, you hear! I’ll be back for you my pet! I’ll be back!” The old scientist kissed her forehead and stroked her hair once, but then his hand was gone, and she was left alone as the three men ran from the small building. Frowning Greta stood in the doorway and silently watched them go. A thin, white shift of a dress flowed over her shoulders to her upper thigh, and where it clung at her slight chest and waist, it accentuated feminine curves. The changing light made it easy to see; the girl wore no other clothing beneath it. Greta looked to be a young woman, but for the larger pointed ears that sat atop her head, like those of a cat. And from beneath the little shift, a lengthy tail twitched in annoyance. For a long time she stood without moving and only watched the trail of dust that rose from the Jeep as it traveled away too fast down the old, dirt road. Hide…. Master had said. Turning away, Greta blinked unhurriedly and rubbed her chin with the back of one hand. She walked through the lab slowly, yet purposefully then out through the door to the rear garden. By the fifth step, the dress had been discarded on the ground. Her movements were self-assured, and her eyes lay directly ahead on her target - the comfortable hammock laying in the sunshine. She would hide later. Over the next six hours, Greta slept contentedly, lazily sprawled in a variety of positions as her long limbs took turns being draped over the hammock’s edge. Master had not yet returned when the girl awoke and after a long stretch, she had wandered for a time in the woods behind the lab. At dinner the old man was not there and Greta was beside herself. She needed to eat! Hunger gnawed at her very soul. The kitchen, once tidy and organized had been overtaken by the girl’s need. Strewn with hastily torn wrappers and scattered crumbs, Greta had made a terrible mess. Yet nothing satisfied her like Master’s meals and the girl wailed sad songs of loneliness and hunger to the Moon outside. The man had always fed her and cared for her. Where had he gone? Greta was sad and in the dark, quiet of the night she burrowed deep into the blankets on Master’s bed where her tail idly twitched against the sheets. His scent was there, and she inhaled; it was familiar and soothing and once more she drifted to sleep. The hours passed, yet even in sleep Greta’s ears pricked as a soft noise grew. Sleepily her head rose from the bed… someone was coming! Master would feed her now! In the dark, her eyes glowed, and the girl scampered to the open front door. Standing just inside the doorway, she peered out into the dark. Men were there! They rushed and rushed around the yard and towards her. Greta felt their energy, chaotic and hurried; it scared her terribly. The fur along her spine stood upwards in warning. Backing away slowly, the girl finally did as the old scientist had asked so long ago. Running she ran to the hide-hole in the floor of the back bedroom. Quickly she descended into it and closed the lid that blended in with the old, wooden floors. Within the cramped space, Greta curled in upon herself as best she could and covered her slim body with her favorite quilt decorated with red roosters. Infinitely patient, she waited for the men to leave. Background info(Ben Wilson was born to a working class family on a small ranch in western Montana; he was a good student and notable athlete, but led an unexceptional life until he was 18. His parents were killed in a car accident, leaving him and his eleven-year-old sister Allie behind. Insurance payouts were modest and the future uncertain due to a lack of any close relatives; the first three months passed in a blur of shock while attorneys and caseworkers took well-meaning but disinterested control of the family's fate. This changed when Ben learned his sister had been abused in foster care. His anger and protectiveness gave him a drive that has defined his life ever since. He ensured the abusers were prosecuted and insisted Allie be placed in his care. To provide the steady income the ranch couldn't, Ben took a minor job with the court. He kept Allie in school and took courses himself, eventually working his way to the county sheriff's office as a deputy. Ben is a basically good guy, with an iron work ethic and a reputation as a no-nonsense straight edge workaholic. Internally, though, he's struggling against his responsibilities. It's not that he lacks a dark side or a desire to rebel, only that he's been forced to repress it for the last seven years. But now things are changing. Allie is no longer just a kid; she's 19, enrolled in some sort of liberal college for business and photography, still living at home but increasingly independent. When Ben is called up with a few other deputies to investigate an isolated cabin in the mountains, they expect the tip to lead to a meth lab or pot farm. Instead, while it looks like the owner vanished in a hurry, it seems more like a medical startup or a science teacher's over the top home lab. Weird, but the dogs don't sense any drugs so they pack up happy to avoid a long night of paperwork. Ben is the last to head out; something makes him do a last sweep, and he's shocked at what he finds. -----(Ben leveled a dry stare at his fellow deputy as he ground the smoking cigarette butt beneath a square toed, worn leather boot. Words weren't necessary anymore, it was all just understood after years on the force together. Ben's disapproval -unprofessional, fire hazard, your health, man- and Dale's weak response -just gravel, nobody around, who cares. The dismissive shrug was still there, though, and the unspoken accusation:fucking stick up your ass. Ben snorted, his breath a momentary cloud in the cool mountain air, and turned his attention back to the house. Compound, really, although that word sounded like some nationalist militia twats were camping out playing soldier. Multiple buildings for various purposes surrounding a central courtyard, with a solar array and some sort of water purification unit: a neo Nazi would have been proud to live here. After two hours of searching, though, it looked more like a biology teacher's seasonal getaway. They'd arrived in a surge of marked SUV's, the blare of sirens and outpouring deputies meant to shock any criminals into overwhelmed compliance. Their warrant stated narcotics, based on somebody's need-to-know informant, but none of that had panned out. The place was abandoned, in a hurry but none too recently. The two border collies swept through, uncharacteristically distracted but not once signalling drugs. If this were a meth lab, they would've been noisy as hell. There was a bunch of science crap, but even to his untrained eye it wasn't what you'd want to bake crystal. Not many chemicals or containers, but tons of scopes and reference books. Somebody's pet project, they figured, or maybe a corporation's off-site lab. Hank'd kept on about a Japanese chemicals company that sent a bunch of brains on some sort of working vacation at a resort packed with equipment and inspiration, where they came up with all sorts of crazy shit to make plastic better. That didn't seem right, and frankly this whole place sat a little weird with Ben - with all of them, he thought - but even when they pushed the definition of the warrant a bit to look for guns or contraband they came up empty. The place was off, but it was legal. So there was nothing to do but tidy up their mess, leave a note to explain the busted door and head home early. That part didn't seem bad. Allie wouldn't get back from her project for a while yet, but maybe he could make her a real dinner for once. The last of the tail lights from the other deputies were vanishing through the trees. Cigarette done, Dale stepped up into his Explorer with a nod that concealed vague disdain behind professional courtesy. Ben returned it with the same feeling and strode toward his own vehicle. He'd been one of the first on the scene, parking between trees and the empty four-car garages, and Dale had blocked him in. When he reached the car door, though, Ben just stood there a moment in thought. The mystery of this place's vague oddness tugged at him; he hated leaving a mystery behind. He shrugged and zipped up his fur lined leather jacket. No hurry to get back to an empty house, really, so he may as well take a turn around the place and enjoy the silence. A bit of quiet might even let him think and figure this thing out. Greta’s ears pricked, listening. The sounds of men she had not known faded away, the scent of dog went with them. She did not like that smell of dirt and dander and filth. It caused her nose to wrinkle, and her fur had bristled as the creatures ran along the floor boards above her. All was silent now; the noise and yelling gone far away. She was alone once more. A hand covered in soft, pale fur reached for the latch above her. Unnaturally long nails clinked against the metal ring as she lifted the lid of her hiding spot and climbed out slowly. The movement was relaxed, unhurried within the shadows. She was not afraid nor frightened; only curious, for she hadn’t recognized the men’s voices. Where was the Master? Why had he not returned? His assistants were missing also. Never had she been left alone for so long. It was time upon time past her dinner. Hunger plagued the girl and a voluminous hollow resided in her belly. In silence, she padded across the floor, though she stopped in the bedroom door. The rooster quilt sat about her shoulders still, and trailed behind her, dragged through the debris the hurried escape had left. He had promised to come back… the girl frowned and continued on into the main rooms of the cabin. The kitchen was as she had left it. Calmly, cool eyes of pale blue studied the wreckage. Once, she sniffed the air and only her head moved. Her body remained still. She stood and waited with inhuman patience and calm. Nothing happened in the abandoned cabin. A finger idly pushed at crumbs and wrappers. She wanted none of that, it was old and tainted in her mind. Turning, she ghosted through each room, looked for signs of food or of Master. There were none. Greta was disappointed. Through the battered doorway, a sound came, like that of a small twig snapping. She turned in its direction and froze. Was it Master come to feed her? Aloofness engulfed her steps as she padded to the doorway for she was disturbed by the impossible waiting for his return. Long, dark hair lifted with the cold wind. Like an apparition she stood and looked outward for signs of movement. The short, pale fur was barely noticeable from a distance, but the dark ears and tail stood prominent. Her eyes glowed with blue brilliance. The quilt lifted and fell about her torso with a sudden gust of wind, to display the short, thin shift she wore beneath it. Ben circled slowly, his mind lost in somber thoughts that barely held form. Despite his lingering curiosity, the mystery was soon lost in the sharp smell of pine and the echo of an eagle's distant triumph. He moved with the silent steps of a man who'd depended on his luck in the wood for more than a few meals. Things were more settled now, but at first...well, he'd been careful to never let Allie or the courts know how little he had to live on during those months fighting to get custody of his sister. He wasn't hunting anything now, though; but the silence left him to his thoughts, then distracted him from them as the quiet sounds of the living forest slowly returned. Time was lost for a short while. It wasn't until a rotten branch gave way beneath his boot with a sharp report that he realized he'd completed nearly a full circuit around the compound. He paused and looked up with a deep breath, a beat before heading across the gravel to head home. Then he saw it. The door was held shut by police tape and a bit of rope, the latch snapped off from their forced entry, but they'd managed not to break the oval glass panel in the center of the dark wood. There was a wrought iron floral design with frosted glass leaves, probably expensive, that gave a sense of privacy but also a good view out. Inside the window, doubtlessly watching him, was a figure's outline. A chill ran up his spine. This place just got stranger. He didn't let it rattle him; a glance didn't reveal any cars in the drive; he hadn't been paying attention, but he couldn't have missed tires on that gravel or a grinding garage door opening - could he? But if not, had she been here all this time? His eyes narrowed. God-damn but nothing here felt right, but he'd dealt with suspicious types before."' Ello, there... I'm Officer Wilson, with the county...you all come on out." His voice was steady, deep, firm with a carefully practiced timbre of friendliness and authority. This was her home, the only place Greta had ever known. Countless times she had looked out upon the familiar front yard with its gravel drive and the overgrown grasses. This time, a man stood there. Lazily she regarded him. His lone presence made him feel part of this place too, for the chaos of dogs and the other men had gone. All was silent. He wished her to come out of the house. His words were threatening and the man spoke with authority. Always Greta obeyed, if the mood suited her. At this moment it did; she was hungry. The girl cocked her head. A self-satisfied smile crossed her lips and her spine lengthened. Greta knew who he was now from his words and tone – a new assistant, sent from Master. No one else was allowed visitation here. If the man wished to inspect her or perform other testings, she would allow it, whether it caused pain or not. It was a Rule, the most important one. Disobedience for that was not tolerated. But after! Food… and that was the word that consumed Greta’s mind. With a gentle push, the door swung precariously upon its hinges in a crooked arc and Greta startled and stared at it. Opened just enough, the girl squeezed through and gave the door no more thought to the oddness of its opening. On silent, bare feet, Greta padded forward a step, then two. One dainty hand anchored the quilt upon her shoulder; gravity threatened to pull it from her grasp. Hypnotically blue eyes, studied the man as her dark ears rotated forward, searching for the unheard as an equally dark tail twitched behind her. “Officer Wilson…” she repeated. Her voice was unique, both low and rumble, and yet feminine as if the individual letters carried within them a hidden purr. She spoke not in greeting, but as if repeating his name to taste it upon her tongue. Another gliding step, sensuous in its shifting, brought Greta to the top step of the porch where she stopped again. Nostrils flared; the man smelled differently than Master’s sweetly-sour scent. This man… smelled of adrenaline and masculinity. It was a pleasing smell to the girl – she liked it very much. Her tail previously hidden behind her torso, moved slowly into sight of its own accord. Her fur was dirt streaked and spotted from the attempts to find sustenance in the kitchen. Silhouetted by the door frame and perfectly feminine, she was clearly not frightened, only curious. And the feline thoughts so alien in nature were impossible to read in her expression. Closer now to the man, her throat trilled a little noise, before she spoke, “I am hungry.” It was a statement and a demand both, and said with an innocent tone that vibrated effortlessly with her words. The notice posted to the door tore free as it opened; caught by the wind, the only evidence of who had been here tumbled a few times across the gravel to disappear into the brush. Ben didn't notice it. The girl caught his gaze, the oddness of her features teasing his mind. A person doesn't expect to see fur, a twitching tail or perked ears, so for that first moment it was only a sense of oddness. His next observations were those of a deputy sheriff. Not armed, not threatening, not stumbling or jerky from narcotics. An aura of obedience, but not mindlessly so. The sort of motorist that had their license ready and wouldn't leave the car until he said, but wouldn't stammer out nonsense when asked what he'd pulled them over for. He'd work with that fine. Ben was speaking already before the last set of observations started in." What's your name, miss? Where'd you come from? Come on out and let me take a look at you. You know why I'm here?" He waved his hand, motioning her out, when he realized what he was looking at. An ear tilted, just a bit, but far too real for a headband. The odd fur - not just wisps of hair - and the tail twitching next to her hip. His head tilted, trying to make sense of it. A paper blew away in the breeze, while other discarded papers lay about in the cabin too. Master’s papers were everywhere. Yet such things were meaningless to the girl; Greta could not read. Her eyes shifted to the man in the yard. He had not moved, only he watched. In return, her almond shaped eyes watched him. “I am named Greta.” Lightly a foot touched upon the first step. His next question confused her, though the answer was simple, “Here. I come from here.” Her head turned smoothly to look back at the ramshackle cabin. There was nowhere else that she knew of, this was Home. Once Master had showed her the tub that she had been grown in. Coldly her body shivered, as if unremembered memories still haunted her thoughts and dreams. Officer Wilson wanted to look at her; the new men always did. The smell of unease lay upon them all, while wonder filled their glances. This man looked at her the same. Master had told her she was Special, more than once he had said it. Proudly, Greta believed him. She believed him still. With head held high, she descended another step. On the third, her hand opened as if it cast a magical spell, and the ragged quilt fell from her shoulders to lie in a heap upon the steps. Slowly with purpose, Greta descended the fourth and her feet landed on cold ground. She seemed not to notice the chill. As if used to inspections and exams, the girl glided before the man, soft and compliant. Trust was not yet there, and her ears flicked front to back, curiously. Behind her, the dark-tipped tail shifted slowly, as if in response to Greta’s moods. Silent and unafraid her gaze never faltered as she waited.“Yes,” the word drew out in a breath, Greta knew. “To care for me. Until Master returns… to feed me.” She was sure he had not heard her mention hunger before. If he had surely he would have gotten her a meal already. “To feed me now…” And this time, she made sure he heard her because her gentle voice rose more incessant. Ben was too much a professional to startle, but he rocked back on his heels a bit when the worn blanket dropped to the ground like the curtain at a burlesque. The wet shift didn't hide anything; she was young and slim, but obviously a woman. He should have asked her to cover up again, to dress in something; he definitely shouldn't have stared. But she so obviously intended to be stared at! She stepped forward confidently, upright, her back arched just a bit to lift her pretty breasts like a present, so he stared. His eyes drank her in, from her twitching cat-eared headband past her mewed lips and the pale arch of her neck, down over pert breasts with dark nipples and a flat stomach. The shift was just long enough to reach her thighs, the material pulled away from her crotch in a translucent triangle. It was barely a wisp of modesty and only made him want to see more. He should definitely tell her to dress. This was nearly pornographic, but she only seemed impatient, not upset. Still posed like an offering, she asked to be cared for by a new master; he had enough wit to note the term for later questioning. She wanted to be fed. His cock shifted, hardening at a stray, wicked thought of what he could feed her, but he knew what she meant. Ben nodded. "I'll get you something in a moment; stay..." He meant to say still, but the command was cut short as the odd tail caught his eye again. Its movement was somehow...wrong...in its naturalness, and before he gave it real thought he was circling behind her. Still staring. The shift rode up in back, draped across the top of the tail, so her ass was on display. Round, firm, just slightly pink. The tail moved again, a nudge beneath the wet fabric. He was still entranced, both with the sudden erotic nymph posed in the woods and her peculiar, but obvious, intention to be objectified. Otherwise, he never would have reached out, his fingers brushing against the upper slope of her butt as he took hold of the shift's hem and lifted it." You're...." there were so many words he could have used: feline, inhuman, an animal, but the one that came out was "Beautiful." Greta was not bothered by Officer Wilson’s blatant inspection; assistants had always viewed her activities, whether she slept, ate or merely moved about the premises. With furtive sidelong glances or more overt staring, human eyes were always upon her. It was of no concern and Greta had paid them no mind. Those men were beneath her; only the Master merited affection, but now, he was absent and in his place stood another man who studied her as others had before. Closely, Greta contemplated Officer Wilson’s demeanor and stance as he circled her. His face pleased the girl; curiously she followed each line and edge upon it. He was not like the assistants who scuttled and analyzed and scratched upon papers. Officer Wilson’s presence was stronger, more solid -- like her Master. Yet this man did not smell of age, as the old scientist did. Silently the primal portion of Greta’s mind noted this and was pleased. He would feed her. This man would serve her. Greta’s eyes narrowed with infinite pleasure while a small smile formed upon light pink lips. Gracefully the girl began to turn; she knew where the food was kept. It was habit to run ahead. But—Stay… Greta’s response was automatic. Feet stopped, body froze, head lifted to discover what the man wanted. Softly tufted ears turned towards the man in interest, but never did the girl question Officer Wilson; his tone and delivery were what she had been trained to abide. His was not an assistant’s voice. Anything less in delivery would have been met with a cold and very intentional ignoring. She waited as he circled around her. Chin lifted, her head turned, unconcerned yet interested both. A low, purring rumble bubbled at the fleeting touch upon her downy backside. Greta approved; she had been alone at the cabin for too long. Again, the tail flicked as she turned to brush her shoulder against his chest in one smooth and undulating movement for she was a visceral creature.“Yes,” Greta agreed, voice melodic and smooth, but with a depth that belied the innocence of her expression, and her youthful body. She was beautiful and regal, both. “Of course. I am that.” Ben's arm curved around her hip as she turned toward him, resting in a near embrace as she pressed her body to his. He laughed in delighted amusement at her obvious narcissism, the sound trailing into a low rumble of approval. "Affectionate, too." He should have been on edge, alone with this creature in the woods, but she was too pleasant. Too soft, warm, and feminine. Her feline quality was...strange. But it only affirmed Hank's corporate think tank. Leave it to the Japanese to make a cat seem so nearly...human. And to city brats to abandon their valuable, exotic house pet in the woods when they moved away. Strays didn't usually ask to be fed, but like this one they were often incapable of fending for themselves. This put him into more comfortable territory. A suspect would have been a concern; a stray was more readily dealt with. Leaving a domesticated animal in the woods was cruelty, a path to starvation, disease and death. Normally they would contact animal control. He raised a brow at the idea of some dogcatcher showing up to collect this girl. Obviously she was unique; there would be a fuss, legalistic arguments that would leave her adrift: in a kennel or, like Allie, in foster care. Neither option would be a kindness. There was another option, of course, which the girl seemed to be suggesting. A stray - especially one that seemed expensive or unusual - could be kept in the care of an officer for a while, without the need for all that inter-agency paperwork, to be returned if an owner stepped forward or adopted if one didn't. It would keep her out of the system." Greta, is it? Left here long, were you? Without being fed? Don't worry, pet, I'll be sure you're taken care of. Is there food here? Or shall we get you something on the way home?" The man’s laugh was as a rumble of thunder, deep and satisfying. Greta thought him pleased, though she couldn’t have said why. It was not in her nature to try to understand; that his voice was comfortable was enough. It calmed and soothed her nerves, and she found it easy to place trust in him. Greta decided that she liked Officer Wilson and his voice immensely.“Yes,” she answered simply, and the single word was drawn out to a greater length than a human would speak it. Almond shaped eyes grew rounder and more liquid, as if tears had filled them and threatened to fall. Her expression was at once sad and dramatic both. Then she added, “Very long time. No food.” To Greta the day spent alone had stretched on forever. “I find no food…” She explained again to make sure he understood. On the way home… Greta shifted away from beneath the man’s arm in one graceful, effortless motion to better study him. Home? Turning around to look at the cabin that had always been her home, the meaning was unclear, yet she tried to process his intention with her limited knowledge of the world. On the way… home, he had said. Eyes narrowed as she quizzed the man, “Your home? You would… take me?” The last words Master had spoken were to not let anyone take her. Greta’s ears swiveled in thought, and she watched a moth flutter by. But she did not move, only weighed the consequences and punishments of such action in her mind. “I now supposed to leave. Master says no.” Even as she cared for that other man, her Master, he was not here. But this man was, and he had offered food to staunch her hunger. Greta’s breath deepened. Her loyalty still remained, even if she left. Hunger and loneliness overrode all else. She saw no betrayal or issue with her choice. “On the way… Food. Yes.” Her tail, agitated and lively at the thought, moved quickly beneath the thin garment she wore. Slowly she turned and padded to the cabin’s steps to bend low. The little dress lifted to expose the length of the girl’s legs and the shadows of her sex. Her hands scooped up the rooster blanket she had discarded.“Hide later…” Greta purred as she returned to the man and ducked beneath his arm once more to lean against his side, tucked into the warmth of his masculine presence. Her slight weight was not enough to push him off balance. “I go, with you.” Ben frowned at the creature's comment. He'd heard that tone too often before from mistreated girlfriends, that sense of blind, undeserved, unhealthy loyalty. "Yes," he replied firmly, confidently:telling her in a tone that brooked no disagreement or objection. "I'll take you. I'm your master now, Greta." It wasn't quite how he'd meant to say it; there should have been something about her own will in there, but he reminded himself she wasn't really a girl. An animal needed a leader, an owner: pets were happiest when they understood who was in charge and what the rules were, and he certainly wasn't going to let her run things any more than he'd let the horses." Yes, food on the way home, pet. I promise. We're a bit outside of civilization, but we'll find something. Get anything you need and meet me at the car...." His voice trailed off a bit as he watched her bend over the blanket. He was hard again - still? - and he couldn't help but think of another way he could fulfill his promise to take her. He just shook his head with a wry grin, though, not sure what to make of his obvious and surprisingly intense lust. She wasn't human. Normally, that would make his desire very wrong, but she wasn't just an animal, either. He knew about bestiality, of course. He'd spent his teen years with the internet, a healthy libido, and no time for a girlfriend. Furthermore, he'd even known a guy in high school that joked about fucking his family's sheep so often when he was drunk that Ben was pretty sure it wasn't just a joke. It wasn't something that he judged, really, as long it didn't hurt the animal; he'd been a hand often enough to know most animals in heat were happy with anything they could go at. But it had never been something he would have considered appealing to himself. Dealing with his mares was a pleasure, they were beautiful creatures, but not in that way. No use dwelling on it for now. All her flashing and touching was turning him on something terrible, but he didn't think she was really intending it. She was just affectionate, as he'd said, and had a typical animal's lack of concern about modesty. He'd let himself enjoy a few fantasies without guilt, but he'd never take advantage or force the girl. He opened the explorer's door with the same encouraging "Yup" he'd use with the horses, waving the barely clad girl in and letting himself enjoy the rearview of her climb into the seat. Furthermore, he wasn't sure if her tail would be an issue on the seat, but he didn't have better option. Should she go in a kennel? Ben strapped her in, stepping up to lean across her for the belt and then securing her snugly." So what sort of food does a cat girl like?" Officer Wilson laid claim upon her. Greta thought upon this; if this man was now her Master, he might do as he wished. Like take her. For all the girl’s limited learning, there was logic in this procession of thought. His tone commanded, and so she thought him deserving of that title. Besides, no regret or issue resided in her heart about leaving this empty, foodless place. The man smiled, and she mirrored the expression back to him. Pleased, her mouth stretched into a wide smile. Good. This was good. Inside the vehicle Greta climbed. Immediately she sniffed the air, and felt the leather of the seat with a furred hand. Her head turned as her gaze looked at each part of the Explorer. It felt Safe. Only then could she allow herself to relax and become fully comfortable, tail to the side and long legs drawn up beneath her on the seat. He leaned in close to reach for the seat belt. Greta did not know why he drew so close, but she approved. At the juncture of Officer Wilson’s neck and shoulders, her nose pressed. Inhaling long and deep, the man’s masculine odor pleased her while a purr erupted at his nearness. Against him, her cheek tried to rub.“I smell you…” she said, but not in a shy or embarrassed way. It was arousal she smelled. Intimately she knew this. Her senses knew the smell well, though with this Master, it was much more powerful. Her own body responded and answered in its own primal way. A clawed hand settled upon his arm, as if to give him pause. “Your scent strong. Your arousal. ” Greta was not timid, though her dark ears lay flatter, and tenser than before, as if she waited for something unsaid to tip the scale between them. Agitated, the tip of her tail knocked back and forth against the seat. A confused look crossed her face when the man mentioned food. Greta frowned; she did not understand the question, for she was given food by the assistants. If she liked what was upon her plate, she ate. If it was not to her liking, she turned her back upon the meal in anger and frustration. “No. Greta gives no choice…” This Master was different from the old. Would he let her choose? Is that why he asked? She tested him, “Fish?” The ‘s’ drew out long and sultry and her lips parted to allow the small pink tongue to dart out to lick her lips. “You get Greta this? To eat? Fish?” Ben paused as she burrowed her face into his neck, smelling and nuzzling. It was surprising, but not at all unpleasant; like the cat he had as a kid, but larger and without the wet nose. Then she commented on his arousal, which made the difference between his childhood pet abundantly clear. At least she didn't seem pissed off about it, like some girls who were just trying to use their bodies as a taunt. "Uh, yeah, I suppose so." He considered apologizing - it was probably the expected thing to do, socially speaking - but he didn't feel particularly embarrassed about it, and she didn't sound uninterested. Apologizing would just make an unusual situation awkward, and send the wrong impression. Still, he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable being in a car with him. So he simply shrugged to imply it wasn't a big thing. "Happens. Guy. That bother you?" He stepped around to his door, climbing in with the graceful spring of a horseman and a man who spent a lot of time in this particular vehicle on the long Montana roadways. "Not sure how much luck we'll have with fish, but we'll try. Home is a good hour away, and I don't gather you're inclined to wait that long." Ben flashed her a teasing smile and winked. Honestly, though, he appreciated how forthright the feline was. He couldn't remember the last time a woman had simply told him what she actually wanted, even something as simple as a meal. Well, other than his sister; but she didn't really count. He set the radio to a soft jazz then pulled away from the odd compound. Three miles down the road, the dirt gave way to old, broken asphalt; another two miles of wooded, curving road weaving down the valley brought them to a decrepit building marked, somewhat helpfully, with a pitted, rusted sign reading "STORE". He'd have assumed the old clapboard building was abandoned except for a couple neon signs in the dirty window. Most advertised different brands of cheap beer, while one insisted the place was currently open and another announced VHS cassettes were available for rent. That last one made a bit of sense, he supposed; they'd probably been popular the last time this place had a new coat of paint. It was the sort of tired business that clutched onto the barest thread of life by selling overpriced, past expiration goods to ill prepared campers or locals who spurned any whiff of civilization. But it would do for now; they probably had enough to put together a tuna sandwich, if one weren't picky about the bread. "I don't expect you ought ago inside dressed like that." More like undressed, he thought, giving her another appreciative look. "Can I trust you to behave in the car?" “Mmmrrmmm yes… Greta like… Guy,” the girl rumbled. The masculine scent of arousal still clung to the man after he had walked all the way around the truck and climbed into the driver’s side. Her eyes and ears followed him the entire way with an expression that was open, easy to read. She had no reason to conceal her feelings, “Do you like too?” she questioned with interest. The man drove, and music played as the world passed by her window. All was novel; all was exciting. Unlined and carefree, Greta’s uniquely exotic features were motionless as she paid rapt attention to the outside world, forgetting for a moment the man beside her. This was the furthest she had ever been away from the cabin and the longest car ride she had taken in her short life. “Always good. Greta.” She assured Officer Wilson as they pulled into the parking lot. But as she watched him leave to enter the store, Greta’s face fell. To be left alone in the car was novel. No one had ever trusted her before; she was too valuable Master said. But alone, the girl wondered why he had left. Alone, the girl stretched her hand upon the glass pane sadly. She was alone; the feeling was not comfortable. To the side of the old building was a picnic table; she could wait as well there as inside the truck for Officer Wilson to return to her. Slowly her hand turned upon the latch and the truck door opened. Greta slid out effortlessly and landed on the pavement. It was cool upon her feet, and she stared for a minute at it, tail swishing the air. But the picnic table was before her; a target. Her eyes lifted to it, and then never left it. The truck door was left open, forgotten. Sensuous purpose filled her gait as she walked in slow and careful steps. Dark hair framed her face like a shadowy mane. She climbed onto her perch in the thin gown, knees pressed together and to the side, Greta watched the world with a cold and penetrating gaze. This was Freedom; the most she had ever had. A car roared into the parking lot, Greta turned her head quickly listening, music blared through the car’s open windows. She didn’t move as two men with heavy voices climbed out.“I told Lisa she was a cunt and to go fuck herself,” the first man said heatedly before he took a drag from his cigarette.”Don’t let that bitch push you around Hollis,” the second answered, “You have to show her who’s boss.”“Next time I’ll…” Greta watched as the man flicked the cigarette butt away. The girl and the newcomer locked eyes. Neither moved.“Hollis?” His friend questioned when the other fell silent, until he followed Hollis’ line of sight and saw the pretty girl dressed in very little. “Well, I’ll be damned; someone’s dressed up early for Halloween. You need a ride girl? Me a Hollis, we can take ya home...” The two men walked slowly closer. "Tuna?" The man looked up from his magazine slowly, sucking at one of his yellowed teeth, and stared without a response. The moment grew awkwardly long, Ben unsure if the man was thinking, refusing to answer, or hadn't heard the question. The magazine was a Penthouse, old and wrinkled. Obviously a favorite." Have any tuna? In cans?" Ben made a circle with his hands to demonstrate, as though the concept of a can were innovative." Neh," the man finally answered with another pause just long enough to be awkward. "MER'Cree. Make yer dick rot off." Ben held his frozen smile. He'd met enough intelligent men and women in these hills to know the stereotype was an exception, but there were always ones like this to carry on the impression. Pretty sure that bit of tattoo sticking out the sleeve is a swastika." Any smoked salmon? Something like that? My, uh," his what? "New kitty has a taste for it." There were about twenty different types of jerky, a few made from animals that were neither local nor appealing. Snake? Maybe there was mouse jerky in there somewhere. Another laconic "NEH," followed by a spit behind the counter. Ben assumed there was a trash can there, but couldn't imagine the spray was all on target. There weren't a lot of fresh foods here, but faced with complete disregard for basic hygiene Ben dismissed everything not factory sealed. He turned and looked around, considering a pack of Twinkies. Nobody would complain about Twinkies, right? Even if you really wanted to hate the saccharine chemical cake, they were delicious. A vehicle pulled up outside, music blaring, screaming obnoxious contempt for everyone within a quarter mile. Ben took a step toward the door." Fish sticks." It was Ben's turn to pause with confused silence. "Freezer," the other man scratched his patchy stubble, his sleeve pulling up. Definitely a swastika. The bigot nodded to a glass fronted freezer. "Got frozen fish sticks. If you want fish." Well, fuck, now it was a moral dilemma, set to the rhythmic beat of some hick's car stereo. Give the Nazi money, or return to the cat empty-handed? Greta seemed fairly insistent and if a pissed off mouser could leave a few gashes, he was hesitant to meet her ire. And trust building was important. "Got a mic'rave." The man gestured to a side counter arrayed with condiments and disposable conveniences, sniffing." Yeah, fine." He paid in cash, feeling dirty, eying the refrigerated case of bottled drinks but leaving them. There was water in the car; he'd take lukewarm freedom blandness over fucking Hitler Dr. Pepper. At least until the next drive through. Ben tore open the cardboard packaging, leaving one half as a makeshift plate - no way he was trusting the dusty paper ones provided - and emptied the rock hard breaded fillets onto it. Tapped the buttons, 2:33, hit start and was rewarded with the loudest fan ever placed in a home appliance, almost enough to drown out the music. The men outside circled Greta like a pair of dogs, either driven by a vicious instinct or, more likely, experience harassing others with an eye toward preventing escape and attacking from the rear. They wore big smiles, asking questions, probing for an opening without bothering to hide their intentions. It was an old ploy. Threaten, subtly or overtly, make it clear the girl could cooperate and go away with a bad experience or fight and meet something far worse. If the girl went along with things, it wasn't really rape, right? And if she fought back, well, that was all out of proportion and just proved she was a teasing little bitch who needed to learn a lesson. Which would include learning to shut the fuck up if she knew what was good for her. Greta watched the two men with interest; the air smelled curiously of fried food and beer. Both were novel scents not found within the old Master’s cabin. With raw instinct she noted that the pair moved not with friendliness as she was used to, but with aggression. Greta did not like them! Greta did not trust them! Their words were odd and strangely spoken and danger lay within them. Greta didn’t understand the meanings, but intuition ran deep and powerful through her thoughts. These men she did not like! These men she did not want to pet her. The dark tail began to flick along its length in angry annoyance. She wanted to be alone, and the girl refused to move from the picnic table so soon after discovering it. The big man, Hollis remained in front of her, the smaller circled behind. Her eyes narrowed, and the velvet ears flattened back against her mane of black, thick strands. The two men looked at each other quizzically, but Greta kept the largest in sight. Lowly she answered in an elongated hiss, “I don't like you.” It was a challenge, Greta refused to back down, or be cowed even though she was smaller. This was her bench; she did not wish to share its sun with them. Small, pale and clothed only in the little dress, Greta appeared vulnerable against the larger men. “Well, I got a liking for you, girl. What you mean to do about it then? We ain't going to hurt ya… we just want to be friends.” He talked to distract the girl and to make noise, to cover the footsteps of the second man who crept closer behind. “Going to take real good care of ya.” Tension lay in the smooth musculature beneath the soft fur, and with painstaking slowness, Greta began to rise from the bench. She was uncertain of how to answer the man; she was puzzled by his talk. But the girl knew enough to retreat back to Officer Wilson’s truck where she thought safety lay. Except the smaller man was behind her and grabbed her arm roughly to keep her in place. Greta’s arm lashed out to scratch at him with her claws, but Hollis had already rushed forward to grab her other arm, high on the bicep. In a low, threatening voice he warned as he squeezed, and lifted her to her feet, “We’re going to take a walk now into those woods, there behind the store. Just be good now. Or I promise you’ll regret it.”

The Lab Cat [eBadger + Blue Bunny Sparkle]|rating:3.0

Full Throttle (JayM1125 x The Deviant)

It was a beautiful autumn day at Jefferson University. Jason Matthew shad just came back into his dorm room from his first day of classes. His first impression of his classes for his first semester were somewhat of a mixed bag. Some seemed simple enough, yet some seemed absolutely difficult. But being the determined perfectionist that he was, Jason knew that he could get through these classes one way or another. He was among the top fifteen of his graduating class. Jason was fairly good-looking, standing at nearly 6'2", weighing about 220 pounds. The sad story of the young man however was the fact that he just never had the right abilities when it came to the fairer sex. The summer leading up to college, he'd been working on his social skills...well he tried to anyway. Even still, the young man still found himself to be nervous and intimidated around females, but at least he was able to have a conversation of sorts with them, though it mostly consisted of small talk. It was a step up from what it was in high school. He was always too intimidated to talk to girls. His first girlfriend even was because him and another girl were set up on a blind date and seemed to hit it off and stayed together up until graduation. She was even the one who took his virginity on prom night. They decided that it was best to break up and move on with their life. Since they were going to two different schools, Jason and his now ex-girlfriend knew that long distance relationships never work out. However, they still remained friends and would still talk on Facebook. She'd even mentioned meeting someone her first week from when she moved there. And Jason decided that it was best to be happy for her. Who knew, maybe he'd meet someone who'd make him happy soon. He had been wearing a Metallica t-shirt with some old, worn out jeans when he got back to his dorm room. Once he closed the door behind him, he decided to finish unpacking. As he'd take out stuff from various luggage and boxes putting each item in its right place, Jason turned on some music that played through a nice Bluetooth speaker, which was a graduation gift from his parents. He turned it onto a local rock station that was on the Tune In Radio app. When he turned on the station and his speaker, the sound of Ozzy Osbourne's song "Miracle Man"began to fill the room. All that he had left to unpack were some clothes and various picture frames with pictures of his family. Everything else that belonged to him, a 42-inch flat screen TV and his PS4 along with his collection of movies and games were already unpacked and placed neatly. Jason was always a bit OCD about how things were placed and where they were placed. They had to be organized a certain way. It was a gift, yet a curse. At least he always knew where things were. Jason was from a town about an hour away, and he wouldn't lie, he was nervous as hell to leave his home after living with his parents for all 18 years of his life. But all birds have to fly from the nest sometime. He'd been wondering to himself why his dorm-mate hasn't showed up yet, but he didn't let it bother him. He figured they'd come when they got there. Lightly humming along with the music, he thought he heard the door, but he wasn't too sure. He turned down his music to see if the noise would happen again. Little did he know, his world was about to be turned upside down. Danielle Grove woke from her deep, alcohol-induced sleep with a throbbing headache. She looked around at the mess of a house--beer bottles and cans everywhere, cups with varying amounts of alcohol on every surface, and several people still knocked out and strewn all over the floor and every piece of furniture. It looked like she was the first one up. She took her phone out of her back pocket, thankful it was still there, and swore loudly at the time, causing several other party-goers to stir and swear back at her. She'd already missed her entire first day! With a groan, she stood and patted herself down to make sure she had all her things and was fully clothed before heading out of the frat house, shielding her eyes from the afternoon sun as she made her way to the dorms for what would hopefully be a more peaceful sleep. It had been chilly the night before, but her leather jacket was too warm now, and so she slung it over her shoulder as she reached the building where her dorm was. She knew that she would have a dorm mate, and that Jefferson had co-ed dorms, and honestly, she didn't care who they stuck her with as long as it wasn't someone who would bitch at her for partying or try to snitch over every little thing. When she heard Ozzy blasting behind the door, she grinned through her headache. At least they had a good taste in music; they'd just have to keep it down when she was hungover. She knocked hard on the door, hoping to be heard over the music, and when it was turned down she knocked again." Hey, I left my key inside!" she shouted through the door. It was true; she'd dropped off all her luggage shortly before the party the night before, but had yet to meet her roommate. Sure enough, turning down the music did the trick, and he'd heard a muffled voice from behind the door. Jason walked towards the door, opening it and was shocked at what he saw. He remembered that Jefferson was a college that had co-ed dorm rooms, but he NEVER thought that guys and girls could share a room. But yet, here she was...an absolutely gorgeous girl standing in front of him. A lump formed in his throat as he instantly became a nervous wreck. But not just any type of girl, she was a knockout. Definitely out of his league. He stepped aside, not just to let her in, but to try and make sense of all of this." I....uhh....um.... I-I'm Jason Matthews." He managed to get out his name, at least that was a start. His heart was pounding a mile a minute, surprised that it didn't burst out of his chest. His nerves were at an all-time high. The young man then looked to see if anything in his important college-related documents mentioned who he'd be sharing a dorm with. The papers mentioned everything including billing, meal plan, and anything else you could think of, but the glaring omission of who he'd be sharing a dorm with was something he wasn't prepared for. Had he known he'd be put with a girl, then maybe he'd been able to prepare himself a little better." I was starting to wonder if I even had a roommate at this point because there wasn't anything in my paperwork," Jason spoke quickly, a bad habit of his when he was nervous. "I was here most yesterday aside from going out for a bit to explore the town and to get myself something to eat. I never noticed that anyone had even come in. That would explain why I randomly found this key while I was getting my stuff unpacked after I ate last night," Jason pulled the key out of a drawer and held it up. "I-I-uh... I assume this is yours?" He asked looking at her, feeling the nerves really start to swell within him like a swarm of butterflies. He could only wonder what his new roommate was like. Who was she? What was she like? What did she like? Was she involved with anyone? Question after question seemed to actively present themselves as his mind ran about as fast as his nerves were. Danielle smiled as she stepped inside, noticing that the boy seemed very intimidated considering he was about a foot taller than her. "Danielle Grove. You can call me Dani," she told him as she watched him fumble through his papers and then give a rambling explanation for his surprise. Mostly, she tuned him out, letting her eyes roam a bit. He was tall and well-built, and she couldn't help but wonder what could make a guy like that so nervous around girls. She smiled again when he gave her key back, moving to hang it by the door as she tossed her jacket on her bed." You did a great job getting the place organized," she told him genuinely, looking around a bit before she started unpacking her own luggage. She was reasonably organized, just enough to not be considered a slob, but nowhere near the perfectionist he was. She made sure their things were separated though, feeling almost self-conscious by how much more orderly his things looked next to hers. Once everything was in its place, she laid out a tank top and shorts to sleep in on her bed and unabashedly pulled the tank top she'd worn for nearly 24 hours straight up over her head, looking around for a hamper. Her bra was pink and lacy, and seemed to strain to keep her breasts contained. A sparkling diamond stud graced her navel, a silver crescent moon charm on a short chain dangling from it. "Did you get a laundry basket?" she asked as she tossed her top aside so she could undo her jeans. Once Jason handed the key back to her, he went back to what he was doing, unpacking and organizing his clothes. All while unpacking, he tried to calm himself down by taking some relaxing deep breaths. It was as if all the work he'd put in over the summer to help him in coming out of his shell just seemed to vanish in an instant. Jason knew that he was a fairly handsome guy, but despite that, he still found himself to be nervous around the opposite sex. He couldn't understand why, and it frustrated him to no end. Of course, it could have been the fact that his parents warned him over the years to be careful who gets close to him. While his parents weren't super wealthy, they well enough off to where people might want to potentially use him for the cool things he was fortunate enough to have. That made Jason be mindful of who was genuinely interested in being his friend, or if they wanted to use him. And it was because of that, he became a bit reclusive when it came to meeting new people. It got even worse when it came to girls when he got to be the age. It always made Jason feel weird to come from money. He could afford to shop at the most high end of places, but clothes from Walmart seemed to be the most appealing to him." Thank you, Dani." He smiled to himself as she complimented on how well organized everything was. All the while, Jason managed to slowly but surely calm himself down to accept the fact that Danielle was his roommate. Sure, she was very attractive but could he be so sure that she'd even feel the same way about him. But at least he could take comfort in the fact that she was getting to know who he was and not his family's namesake. He was finally calming down being around her, that was until she asked him if they had a laundry basket. As if he wasn't nervous before, seeing his new roommate in only a bra would really make him internally lose his mind. Turning around and seeing her topless, his eyes got wide for a split second, before quickly covering them up." Oh my god, I'm so sorry.... I...um... Ye-Yeah, it's over there." Jason pointed to the general direction as to where the laundry basket was located, eyes still covered. Jason took pride in himself on being a gentleman, never being the type to watch a woman undress unless it was a moment to be intimate. From what he had seen however, he noticed that she had some rather large...assets. He was always a fan of girls who had larger chests, that would have been evident if anyone would've seen his secret stash of porn on his laptop. That is, if anyone would ever find it. That was always something he kept well hidden away. Dani had to stifle a laugh, but she really thought that his reaction to her immodesty was kind of...sweet. It was rare for a guy to willinglynotlook at her breasts. She almost felt guilty for embarrassing him, but he was just so cute!" You act like you've never seen tits before!" she laughed as she tossed her shirt into the hamper and unbuttoned her tight jeans, lowering the zipper and shimmying out of her denim confines. Her panties matched her bra, and it was apparent that the material was no match for her plump round backside either. She unclasped her bra and threw it and her jeans into the laundry basket too, pulling on her clean white tank top and purple shorts that only barely hid more than her panties did." I hope you don't mind, I figured since I missed classes anyway, I might as well get comfy," she told him as she pulled her hair up into a messy bun. "I guess you went to yours, huh? Do you like it here so far?" she asked, smiling up at him and moving to sit on his bed. Danielle had always been told she seemed uncharacteristically friendly compared to her party-hard-live-hard lifestyle and some of the drama she got dragged into because of it, but she didn't think anything of it. Jason would peek at moments, mainly to see if she was dressed. One time he caught a glimpse of her in her panties and the next taking her bra off. He had to admit to himself, from what he had seen, she had an amazing body. Probably the best he's seen on a girl. She had curves in all the right places. Just what he liked in a woman in the looks department." Erm...umm...well," Jason cleared his throat, responding to her earlier remark to never having seen tits before, "umm... I have. Nowadays, it's kinda hard not to with what's easily found on the internet. I just didn't want to seem like a creep or anything." He spoke genuinely, peering out one last time, seeing her now dressed in a tank top and shorts." Well, I guess I made a pretty bad first impression, huh?" Jason chuckled, sighing as he plopped down next to her on his bed. "But to answer your question, I did go to my classes and so far I've got nothing to complain about. Trying to get some of my requirements out of the way first, but leaving room for one class I wanted as an elective. The campus overall is very nice. I'm just glad that I found a college so close to home that I really liked. I live about an hour away, over in Petersburg. It's not as big as Jeffersonville, but it's not a small town either." He explained, giving Dani a little bit of background on him, "So what about you? Are you from around here? What are you going to school for?" "Oh no, not a bad first impression at all," she said truthfully, giving him a little grin. "It doesn't make you a creep if you look, you're only a creep if you make a gross comment or touch without permission." She smiled as he talked about the classes and campus, almost looking surprise when he asked about her. "I'm from a tiny town, far away from here. Saw this as my chance to get out of a hellhole and have some fun before I become part of the small town cycle. That's what I'm going to school for," she told him with a wry laugh. "Well, that and a degree in business. Figured that would be a good basic thing to have on my resume when it's time to grow up, but I'm fighting it as long as I can." Her voice revealed a bitterness that never showed on her face, and she blushed a little at how much she'd opened up to him, but it was only because he was the first to ask. Her smile returned as if nothing had happened, and she grabbed up her purse that she'd left nearby, taking out a pack of Marlboro's and a lighter. "Do you mind if I smoke in our dorm? I'll open the window and stay over there by it. You can bum one if you want, but you don't strike me as a smoker, and I'm not the peer pressure type," she said with a light laugh. "No go ahead, I don't mind." Jason said reassuringly. "I had friends in high school who smoked, so I'm used to it. Never interested me to be honest. That, and my parents would have jumped down my throat. My mom especially," he spoke with a light chuckle," that's the bad thing about having a doctor as a parent. They will tell you why not to do X or Y because Z will impact your health." The young man once again laughed as he sat back up from having laid on his bed, stretching his muscles. Jason was finally beginning to feel his nerves calm down the more time that he spent with Dani. She seemed nice enough, even joking about the reason as to why she's going to school. "So is there anything else about you that I should know about since we're going to be sharing a dorm together for the next year? I'll tell you this much about me. I like to listen to music while I'm working on homework, but if need be, I can listen on my headphones. The same goes for when I watch movies or play video games. I can just use my headphones and plug them into the PS4 controller." Jason explained, further telling her a little more about what it'll be like living with him. "And in all fairness, you're welcome to use my TV and PS4 for movies, games, or music as you see fit. I guess the only general rule I would have is to just clean up after yourself and since we're already mixing laundry, we can share the responsibility. And if you're going to umm...have company over...just warn me in advance." He smiled kinda wondering if that was a subtle enough way to ask if she was seeing anyone. She smiled and got up to open the window, sitting on the windowsill as she put a cigarette between her lips and lit it. Her face lit up when he said she could use his TV and PS4, and she felt bad for not having anything cool for him to borrow. "That's so nice of you! I've never had any neat stuff like that, so you'll probably have to teach me how to use the PS4. Your music and games won't bother me at all, I think we have a pretty similar taste in music and maybe if you have an extra controller we can play games together when we're both free. As for company..." She smirked a little as she took a drag from her cigarette and blew the smoke out the window. "I don't bring one-night stands to my own place. I attract too many psychos for that." Dani laughed and moved to straddle the windowsill, getting a better look at the view from their dorm. It was still only afternoon, but evening was well on its way and the sun hung low in the sky. "Sunset's gonna start soon, do you want to watch it with me?" she asked, moving to sit facing outside and swinging her long smooth legs idly as she enjoyed the fresh air. Jason felt at least comfortable that he wouldn't have to deal with the awkwardness of her bringing in other guys into their dorm room. So that was definitely a plus. He got himself up off of the bed and walked his way over to join Dani on the windowsill to watch the sunset with her. It wasn't something he'd normally do, so he figured...why not? He'd finished getting everything officially unpacked and organized in its rightful spot." Another thing about me, I feel I should apologize in advance," Jason began to explain as he sat down on the windowsill next to her, looking out the window, "I have a tendency to be a bit....OCD. Not necessarily a spotless, everything has to be clean at all times type of OCD. Like the super organized, everything has its place and there's a place for everything. So if I ever get testy about anything being out of place, my apologies." He spoke with sincerity in his voice, wanting things to go well with his co-inhabitant. The last thing he wanted was to spend a whole school year at war with someone he was living with in a place that was supposed to be free of stress." So... Dani..." Jason began, feeling his nerves try and surface all over again, but he made his best effort to brush them off. He did his best to try and come up with something to talk about instead of idle small talk, like what had happened several times over the summer when he'd meet girls who caught his eye. He had something on his mind to ask, but wasn't really sure how to ask without coming off as weird or anything, or seeming as if he was going to give himself away. "... I'm assuming since you mentioned one-night stands, you're not seeing anybody...are you? I'm just curious is all...trying to get to know you." Well, Jason had the balls to ask and it was all out in the open. Dani laughed when he explained that he was a little bit OCD in some ways. "Oh I don't mind that. I like to think of myself as reasonably neat, but if I leave something out of its place, feel free to let me know," she told him with equal sincerity, smiling as he got comfortable next to her. She was glad that he wasn't so nervous around her anymore, though she could tell he was still a little anxious. When he finally got his question out, she looked over at him with an eyebrow raised." No, I'm not seeing anyone. Wouldn't have one-night stands if I was," she said, shrugging and taking another drag. "I haven't seriously dated since...ever, I guess. Just a lot of flings. How about you? Any girlfriends out in Petersburg, or are you checking out the market here?" He couldn't help but to feel a little dumb for asking, but that, of course, could have been attributed to his nerves. No matter how hard he tried to silence them, they seemed like they wouldn't go away. But could Jason really be blamed, after all? Dani was absolutely gorgeous, and it was a shock that she wasn't taken already. But when she asked him about relationships, he sighed and looked out onto the horizon as the sun was slowly beginning to set." Well, Wasting someone back at home. We met through a friend of a friend, set up on a blind date. We really hit it off and we inseparable for a while. She was...umm...," Jason cleared his throat, "...my first time. I figured we would have stayed together, but fate had other plans I suppose. She got accepted into Yale and thought that it'd be for the best if went our separate ways after graduation. I mean, I'm not gonna lie, it sucked to end a great thing, but I understood where she was coming from. Long distance relationships rarely work. We're still great friends, and we talk a lot through Facebook and texts. She's already met someone that she likes, and I'm happy for her." The young man then sighed, "But who knows....maybe I'll meet someone soon, but for now, I guess I'll just enjoy whatever comes my way." Jason sat there in silence for a moment deep in his own thoughts before snapping back into reality." But I've got to say, I've surprised that you're not already taken. I mean.... I'm not gonna lie, you're very beautiful." Jason can't believe that he was able to come right out and say that. Was his confidence around Dani growing? He was shocked at how bold he just was at that moment, but he continued, "I'm sure you already know that though. I assume you just haven't met the right person to date seriously yet?" He asked curiously. As Danielle watched the sun lower and make the sky change colors, she hung on Jason's every word. She couldn't help but be a tiny bit jealous of this girl that he obviously had strong feelings for. When he told her she was beautiful, she looked down in an effort to hide her blush. His question, though, brought up memories she wasn't ready to talk about." I think the history of my romantic and sexual dysfunction is a story for another sunset," she said with a wry grin, blowing smoke rings out toward the sun. "But I will tell you, eventually. If you're still interested at that point," she assured him, nudging him playfully. "You'll probably be sick of me by then though. I'm not good for much aside from partying and scoring pot and booze." She laughed and moved to sit sideways in the window, slinging her legs across his lap as she got comfortable. "You know, you're like...ridiculously easy to talk to. I've never met anybody like you." "Oh I'm sure that's not the case..." Jason said reassuringly. And before he could even react, Jason noticed that her long, smooth legs were relaxed in his lap. He felt that same familiar lump try and form in his throat. He would be lying if he didn't entertain the thoughts of what it'd feel like to have those same legs wrapped around him. After all, he was a normal, red-blooded, teenage male. The idea of sex frequent crossed his mind, even though he'd only had sex just one time. Even before he ever lost his virginity." W-well thanks..." Jason expressed gratitude for her compliment. "I've had people tell me that, despite my well....um....shyness I guess you could say? I don't know why I've always been so shy...especially around girls. I guess I just worry about saying something or doing something to make myself stupid. But once I get comfortable around someone, I can practically talk a mile a minute. Well...." Jason chuckled, "...most of the time anyway. I'm still not all that skilled when it comes to dating. But I'm rambling. You're pretty nice to talk to yourself. I have a feeling that this arrangement will benefit the both of us in ways we can't even imagine." He proclaimed confidently, despite still feeling a bit of nerves from her legs resting on his lap. Thoughts still crossed his mind, eventually leading to some movement in the lower region of his body. He could only hope that she wouldn't notice or that it'd calm down before she would. She couldn't help but giggle when he started to ramble again, smirking at the mention of benefits. When she felt something stir beneath her legs, Dani's smirk grew into a grin. She finished her cigarette as the sun went down, tossing the butt onto the pavement beneath them and leaning towards Jason with a twinkle of mischief in her eye." I think I know a way to calm your nerves a bit," she told him, resting a hand on his shoulder and letting her thumb caress his collarbone. She wanted to start slow, afraid he might panic if she came on too strong too fast. Then again, shehadalready changed in front of him, and despite his gentlemanly nature, Dani was pretty certain he'd sneaked a peek between his fingers. She moved closer, almost halfway in his lap now, her breasts brushing against him. "Do you trust me?" When Dani moved closer into him, breasts brushing up against him, that's when Jason's manhood really started to show some life. It was to the point where it was making a visible tent in his jeans. If she was suggesting what he thought she was suggesting, then this would only be his second time. Would he be up to her standards? His nerves were still revved up high as his mind wondered exactly what her plan was? But no matter what it was, Jason was going to trust her." Y-yeah, I trust you." Jason said as he tried to readjust his jeans from the way he was sitting, even with her on his lap. He had to admit though, even her being in just a tank top and shorts, she looked smoking hot. Firm, round breasts and a full, juicy ass...it was every straight male's dream. Jason did his best to calm his nerves, not wanting to come off as too timid. He exhaled a deep breath, letting all of his nerves go, asking his roommate, "What did you have in mind?" When he conceded, Dani smiled and swung off of him, climbing back inside and gesturing for him to do the same. "Well, in my personal experience, it's hard to be nervous with someone you've seen naked," she explained as she shut the window behind him and closed the blinds. She let her long dark hair down and shook it loose as she moved to the other end of the room to lock the door, letting her hips sway a little more than usual. Her eyes fell on the tent in his jeans, and she grinned, pulling her tank top over her head. Her breasts bounced free, dusty pink peaks perking up in the cool air. "Now you take your shirt off," she told him, moving closer as her eyes wandered up and down his form, "and we'll go from there." The more Jason thought about it, she had a valid point. After all, what do people usually tell you to do when you're nervous in front of a crowd? Imagine them in their underwear. Only this time, Dani was taking it a step further, stripping her shirt off to where she was now topless for him. Once he finally got a full view of her breasts, not just from when he peered from his fingers to see if she was clothed yet, they looked even better. And that only made his cock seem to strain against his jeans even more. But as she asked him to take off his shirt, Jason did just that." Okay." He replied as he pulled his shirt up and over his head, tossing it onto the floor for the time being. He was in fairly decent shape, and made sure to keep himself in such shape. Sure, he could've worked out more for his taste to define himself a little bit more, but he was at least comfortable in his own skin. He couldn't help but wonder what Dani had in mind for him as her eyes roamed all over his body. She smiled when he went along with her, licking her lips at the sight of him. Not overly muscular, but healthy and moderately defined--exactly what she liked. From what she could tell by the tent in his pants, he was just her type in aloof ways. The thought made her smirk as she slid her shorts down. They fell in a pool around her ankles and she kicked them off unceremoniously but gracefully, now standing before him in nothing but her hot pink panties that let her ass hang out." Looks like those jeans are getting a little uncomfortable," she teased as she moved closer to him. One hand reached forward, sliding down his abdomen to caress the lightly defined muscles there. She let out a low whistle and bit her lip. "Very nice. Most of the guys here are pretty scrawny," she joked casually, the feeling of his skin beneath her fingertips making her feel hot. Jason had to admit, it felt really nice having a female's touch along his chest and abdominal area. It was enough to send chills through his body. Even making him slightly moan because her hand felt so silky soft along his body. That only seemed to make the tension within his jeans that much more intense. Everything that Dani seemed to do, from her mannerisms to the way she seductively spoke to him, just drove him wild. It was then that Jason decided to do something a little bold. His hand started to rub softly along her back, creeping lower and lower. At first, he was a bit hesitant of his destination, rubbing up and down her back. But eventually, Jason was able to muster up the courage to lightly grasp her ass. He massaged on cheek in his hand, getting a feel for the way her booty felt, and it was absolutely amazing." You're not too bad yourself. You've got a very gorgeous body...it's so perfect." Jason spoke genuinely as he still ran his hand along her back and butt. He then maneuvered one of his hands to grasp one of her breasts, feeling extra bold. "Your tits feel incredible." He sighed as he was enjoying the feel of her body as she rubbed on his body. Jason could only wonder what was going through Dani's mind at the present moment. His soft moan made Dani grin, her hand moving further down to unbutton his jeans. She was dragging the zipper down when he found his courage and started to rub her back. Goosebumps rose on her skin where he touched her. She could feel the hesitation in his hand before he finally grasped one of her cheeks and started to knead it, eliciting a soft groan of pleasure from the back of her throat. "See? You're less nervous already," she observed with a smirk. As he spoke of her body, she could practically feel the blush creeping up on her cheeks. His boldness was growing, and it was driving her crazy. Shelovedknowing she could bring out this side of him, especially knowing he was normally so timid with girls. Her breath hitched as he grabbed her breast, her nipple hardening against his palm as she let his jeans fall, leaving him in his tented boxers. Her hand slid across the fabric, wrapping around his bulge and giving a gentle squeeze. Dani grinned as she tugged on his boxers, biting her lip. "It's even harder to be nervous with someone you've had...a little casual fun with," she suggested, stepping closer so that her breasts pressed against his chest. "I think we can negotiate averybeneficial arrangement for the both of us. What do you say Jason?" As she pulled down his boxers, his manhood sprang free. It was not too large, but large enough to really pleasure a woman. He remembered that his former girlfriend had a bit of a difficult time taking it since it too was her first time. His cock stood at attention, just craving some attention...and he knew he was going to get some. It was as if her breasts pressing against his chest awakened a different side of him. One that's a bit more bold, a bit more confidant in his own actions. Instantly, Jason had a sly grin come across his face. Now that he was completely nude in front of her, and her body as pressed into his, his hands ran across the bare parts of her body, thumbs hooking onto her panties, slowly sliding them down the best he could while her body was still pressed against his." I think we'd be able to work something out." He playfully flirted back, his hands continuing to roam her body as he leaned in to give her a sensual, lustful kiss on her lips. His tongue slipped past her lips to slide against hers. Jason was definitely feeling less and less nervous, but instead more bold. But he was also going to see what Dani had in mind for him as well, even though he knew where this was going. He was going to be relying on some of her experience to help guide him into things. And one thing was for sure, for Jason's second time ever...he knew he was in for one hell of a time. The sight of his manhood freed from its confines made Dani lick her lips, grinning back at him as he slid her panties down. His kiss surprised her, making her blush a little, but his tongue in her mouth made her melt into his embrace and return his passionate kiss with fervor. Her hands cupped his face as she walked him backwards towards his bed, knocking him on his back and falling on top of him with a little giggle against his lips." You into anything kinky?" she whispered into their kiss as she slid her hand between them to stroke his length, nipping at his bottom lip playfully. She planted her knees on either side of him and pulled back just enough to get his attention and meet his eyes before she started to guide the swollen head of his shaft up and down her wet folds. Jason could feel the warmth of her skin pressing against him as Dani was on top of him after he fell onto his bed. He groaned as she nipped his lower lip and her hands stroked his shaft, then guiding his cock head to the entrance of her womanhood. Once his cock felt of her pussy, Jason groaned in satisfactory approval, "Oh fuck." The way she would guide his manhood along her wetness felt incredible, making him want her that much more. It was evident that Dani knew what she was doing. Jason felt a bit out of his element, but he wouldn't let that get in the way of his enjoyment of their time together." I'm willing to try anything once," Jason explained in the best he could while she was on top of him. With this only being the second time he had sex, he wasn't quite sure what he enjoyed just yet. But as Jason had said, he was more than willing and open to try new things sexually. One thing he was definitely curious about was a blowjob, along with titty fucking. The way her eyes looked at him sent chills through his body. If that didn't then the feel of her pussy definitely did that as well. As she was guiding the head of his manhood, Jason's hands roamed all over Dani's firm, tight body. Jason loved the look and especially the feel of her soft body. Then, he figured to ask her in return, "Is there anything special that you like?" She grinned at his reply, rubbing his head against her swollen clit as she thought over his question. "Well," she began, letting the head slip inside of her with a shudder of pleasure. "There are a few things, but I don't want to unload everything on you at once. Right now, I'll just tell you Jellylike dirty talk." She giggled and started slowly sliding down on Jason's member, letting out a soft moan. He was just the right size and shape to fit her like a glove, pressing against her G-spot when she rocked her hips." I like an open-minded guy, though. I think you and I are gonna havelotsof fun," she told him with a mischievous smile as she started to bounce and grind almost agonizingly slowly, letting her hands roam his body, gently caressing and massaging along the way. "Feeling better already, hm?" she teased, moving her hips in a circle to let him feel every possible inch inside of her. Jason's eyes could have rolled back into the back of his head from the pleasure he felt when his cock first entered into Dani's tight pussy. She felt absolutely incredible around his manhood. He could already tell that his second time having sex was going to be a lot better than his first time. He listened to her every word, especially when she mentioned liking dirty talk. That's something he'd have to remember, but he'd also be somewhat cautious to not sound too over the top or say something wrong. When she'd bounce or grind on him, Jason's hands out of instinct found their way to her hips, helping keep her steady on him. Every single movement on his cock triggered a pleasurable response from him, sighs and groans. "Oh fuck yeah....your pussy feels so fucking good." Jason explained in response to her asking if he felt better. One thing was for certain, Jason's nerves were almost non-existent at this point. While she was grinding on him, Jason flashed back to some of the porn he had watched and tried to think of different things to do for her while she was riding him. One thing that came to his mind was when he sat up, giving her a lustful, passionate kiss, once again letting his tongue roam the inside of her mouth. He then broke the kiss off and started to kiss down her neck, lightly nipping at it before making his way down to one of her breasts. He took one of them in his mouth, sucking on it, and flicked his tongue over her nipple. After a moment of pleasuring her breasts, Jason laid back down to enjoy the feeling of her womanhood grind against his cock. He decided that he was going to let her have some time to be in control before he'd try to take action himself and change positions. There was so much he wanted to try, and having sex with Dani was the perfect way to experience it all. "Oh fuck yeah, bounce on my cock some more. You like feeling my dick inside of you?" Jason asked in a gruff, groaning like voice, his first attempt at dirty talk. His dirty talk had the desired effect as Dani found herself already clenching and throbbing around his shaft before he was done giving her breasts his attention, letting out a loud moan as she bounced in Jason's lap. "Oh fuck yes, your cock feels so good," she replied, grinding against him. This made her clit grind against his pelvis, causing her to moan a little louder with each roll of her hips. When it started to feel too good, and she thought she might get close, Dani paused to cool down and catch her breath. She took the time to slowly turn around, keeping Jason's member inside of her as she did and finally straddling him again with her back to him. Leaning forward and gripping the bed for leverage, her thick backside started to bounce up and down quickly, jiggling every time she slammed down on him." Fuck, that feels good!" she moaned, letting her hips buck wildly as she rode him in reverse. "Touch me, show me you like it!" He groaned as he felt her inner walks clench onto him, enjoying every moment of their first sexual encounter together. Jason watched as her ass bounced on him, enjoying the view. When she encouraged him to touch her, Jason knew just what to do. He reached his hands to her ass, grabbing both cheeks firmly as he'd guide her up and down on his dick. Every so often, he let go of her ass and smacked it firmly enough to make it jiggle a little more. He'd seen it done in porn before, so he figured that he'd try it as well. He'd even take little moments to let a finger trace ever so lightly over her asshole, just to see if she'd like it. This sexual encounter was worlds different from his first time with his previous girlfriend. His first time was in a simple missionary position with him on top the entire time. While he got satisfaction from having sex for the first time, he'd only wished there was more to it than just that one position. Dani was giving him more of what he wanted and then some. He felt chills rush all through his body as he played with her ass, slapping it and tracing over her asshole all while she rode his cock. "Oh fuck yeah, I fucking love you bouncing on my dick." Jason groaned out, almost as if something else within him started to take over as he took a moment to match a bounce with a thrust of his own, allowing him to go deeper into her pussy, thrusting up a couple of times hard. Jason had then decided that it was his turn to take control. In the position she was already in, all he had to was maneuver himself upwards so that he could get on his knees, all while keeping himself inside of her. Once he was on his knees, Jason had more control, thrusting in and out of her slowly at first, getting used to the new position. Once he felt comfortable, he started to speed up enough to where the sound of their skin slapping together could be heard through the room. With each thrust into her, his balls would hit her sensitive clit. Jason groaned out as he slapped her ass firmly yet again, feeling more confidant in himself, "You like being bent over and taking this dick like a good little slut?" He was really getting bold with his dirty talk as he continued to plow in and out of her warm and welcoming slit. She moaned her approval as he grabbed and slapped her ass, her whole body trembling as he traced a finger over her tight sensitive pucker. The boldness of his actions alone was an incredible turn-on, her walls squeezing around his cock each time he gave her a smack or touched her asshole to let him know that shereallyliked that. As he changed their position and took control, she had to claw at the sheets in an attempt to hold herself back. She'd had some pretty good sex before, but this was something else entirely--the way he fit inside her, how quickly he adapted and stepped up to the plate to dominate her, even the way he called her a good little slut had her back arching as she fought to keep from cumming just yet." OhfuckI love it," she moaned in response, pushing back against him and shuddering every time his balls hit her clit. Her hands found his arms and gripped him tightly, her nails digging into his flesh. "I'm getting close, fuck me deeper!" Jason's eyes felt like rolling into the back of his head from the pleasure he felt pumping his cock in and out of her. Just the way he had such control over her, dominating her, made him feel...powerful. He wasn't really the dominant type of person, but he could lead when he needed to. But something about Dani drove this whole new side out of him. A side that wasn't afraid to be brave or reckless, a side who just wanted to go with whatever felt right. When she asked him to fuck her deeper, Jason did just that, finding a way to thrust into her deeper than he was before, hands holding onto her hips, rocking her even harder onto his cock. He was moaning and groaning with her as he felt her inner walls clench onto him, not wanting to let go. Even the way she clawed at his arm just turned him on as he continued to thrust into her eager pussy. Jason's voice became a deep, and gravel-like husk as he kept thrusting into her, "Fuck yeah, cum for me like a naughty little whore. You know you fucking want to." Jason groaned as he smacked her ass while pumping into her. He continued to groan and breathe deep as he kept pounding away at her, even still taking moments to smack her ass, and run his thumb along her asshole. While this new dominant side to him was coming out, Jason was also taking full advantage of discovering things that some women may like while in the bedroom. Even though she'd already mentioned it before, Jason observed that she really got worked up when he talked dirty, and even threw in some names. She also seemed to really enjoy when he did anything involving her ass. Damn did he enjoy not just playing with her ass, but hell, Jason just enjoyed touching Danielle's body in general. Her skin felt so smooth and silky under his hands. Continuing to be bold, Jason then took things a step further, "Are you going to be my naughty cum slut? I want to hear you say you will... I want to hear you say how you want my cum. Do you want it inside you or on you?" Jason groaned as he still thrust himself deeper and deeper into her. He knew that he too wasn't too far away from his own release. Dani's breath hitched as Jason obliged her request, her eyes rolling back as his cock hit her cervix. It was like a dull thud reverberating through the whole of her womanhood with each thrust he slammed into her--it hurt a little, but Danielle was visibly enjoying herself. The sound of his voice drove a low guttural moan from her throat and she bit her bottom lip hard in an effort to silence herself and stifle the mind-blowing climax she could feel approaching. She didn't want to cum just yet--this was easily the best fuck she'd had so far, and she fully intended to milk every drop from her new stud." Fuck, yes, I'm going to be your naughty cum slut! I want your cum inside me so fucking bad!" she replied to his prompting, pushing her hips back against him so that her ass bounced off his pelvis. "Give it to me Jason, fill me!" Her walls start to clench even tighter around him as though trying to hold him inside until he was spent, her hands releasing him to claw at the sheets where she couldn't cause as much harm. Each thrust elicited cries of pleasure even as the repeated pounding of her cervix made her eyes start to water. The more Jason pumped into her, the closer he came to releasing his load deep inside of her. For only his second time having sex, he easily knew that she was giving him the best sex he's ever had. The way her walls clenched onto him, desperate to milk him dry, made him grunt and groan even more as he fucked her. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he was now practically slamming himself into her with each thrust, moaning along the way. "Oh fuck yes, I'm getting so fucking close." He knew he was about to blow his load, but he wanted to change things up once again. Sliding out of her, Jason flipped Dani onto her back forcefully, sliding his cock back into her. He wanted to stare deep into her eyes as he was cumming inside of her. Jason held her legs up and wide, doing everything he could to penetrate her as deep as he could in missionary. Thankfully, all his porn watching habits taught him a few tricks. He bucked and thirsted himself deeper and harder into her, feeling himself closer and closer to his release. His breathing started to become heavier as he felt his balls tense up, letting him know it was almost time. "Oh fuck yeah, take my big dick you naughty slut." Jason grunted out, still pounding himself deep into her as he panted out a couple of times, moaning, it was time. "Oh shit, I'm cumming!!" As he slammed into her a couple more hard times, his hot, thick cum shot deep inside of Danielle's pussy. He looked deep into her eyes as his load escaped from his balls, then leaning down to lustfully kiss his new roommate. Jason then collapsed beside her, still panting and catching his breath from his own release, "Damn, that was....incredible." Jason managed to get out, trying to form the right words as his mind was still discombobulated from the amazing sex that he just had. His cock was still semi stiff even after having just came inside of her. "I have a feeling that this will be a helluva freshman year." Never in his wildest dreams did Jason even think that his roommate would be a female, or even that they'd have sex on the first day they met. "We should do this every day...like two or three times." Jason chuckled, finally feeling his nerves go away while he was with Danielle. The real question was how much she enjoyed him. She squeaked in surprise as she was flipped onto her back, moaning loudly as he ravaged her. The feeling of his hot seed filling her was what finally drove Danielle over the edge, her walls squeezing down even harder than before as she shook with the force of her orgasm and gushed all over his member. She was shaken from her daze by a lustful kiss, which she returned with as much fervor as she could muster in her state before he collapsed next to her. Dani couldn't stifle an almost drunken giggle at the prospect of letting her new roommate fuck her two or three times a day, her core throbbing almost painfully as if to remind her that once or twice a day would be plenty. Still, itwasincredible, as he'd said, and she found herself really enjoying her ability to bring out a more confident side of the young man. She turned to face him with a teasing little grin. "Well, if you really think you need that much practice, I'd be more than happy to offer my services," she quipped, giving him a playful wink. "It'd certainly make the school days go by faster, wouldn't it? Or at least give us something to look forward to after class. We could even try some new things every week along the road!" She chuckled at the thought and unceremoniously climbed over him, standing on shaky legs to retrieve her cigarettes and light one by the open window." Just so we're both on the same page, do you...want to talk about this?" she asked almost hesitantly as she took a drag, blushing at the realization that they were havingthisconversation now. "It's totally cool if you don't, or if you just want to keep it casual, anything like that." Jason was a bit shocked that she wanted to discuss what just happened, even though he heard the slight hesitation in her voice. Sure, he just met the girl, and from what he'd already gathered she was more of the type to go at the moment than to over rationalize things. From what she told him, she had more flings than actual relationships...was she already starting to have a change of heart after they had such amazing sex? He wasn't really sure of what to say, because he'd only ever been in one, albeit short, relationship and here he was having sex with a girl he'd practically just met. He did his best to try and read what she was really thinking about. Was she scared of something? Was she afraid of being hurt? He could tell that there was more to Dani than what she was letting on, but Jason figured it was best for her to naturally open up to him." Umm...well I can see the benefits in both keeping this causal or being exclusive." Jason started, feeling a bit nervous, not really sure how to approach their sexual encounter. There wasn't a doubt that he enjoyed her, but the real question was where either of them really ready to take things to a different level. "If we were to keep this a casual thing, then we could freely be with other people weather it be dating, or other one-night stands...no emotional attachment. However, friends with benefits always seem to potentially end messy. One person could feel one thing while the other just wants the sex, or they both could feel strongly about each other and try to move to the next step. I mean, I'll be honest Dani, I enjoy being around you and Ireallyenjoyed sex with you. So I guess it's a matter of seeing where we could go and what we could be or just keeping this a friends with benefits type of thing. I'd be fine going in either direction, what about you? What's on your mind?" Jason asked, curious to see what she was thinking about.

Full Throttle (JayM1125 x The Deviant)|rating:3.0

Prom Nightmare (closed)

(Closed- But feel free to watch. "What do you think?" Sara grinned as she stepped out of the dressing room, twirling around in the ivory silk gown and letting the store's fluorescent lights accent each of the twinkling beads embroidered on the bodice while she modeled for her friend Amy, receiving an approving happy squeal and clapping from the other girl. Sara laughed at her friend's reaction, turning to look at herself in the mirror and pulling her long brown hair into a loose pile atop her head, making faces at herself as she did so. "I was debating one of those crystal tiaras too... That's not too cheesy, is it?," she asked, continuing to examine herself. The dress really did feel good, though; not too tight in the chest, just enough to keep the strapless gown from falling, as well as providing quite the view of her rather well-endowed chest. Jay would certainly be getting a view come the Senior Prom-!" Damn, girl. You're plannin' to bring a purse, or just shove everything in that?," Amy teased, taking the pen from her hair and shoving it into her friend's cleavage. "You probably could take my stuff too!"" Oh, knock it off!," Sara laughed, taking the pen back out and throwing at her. "Seriously..."" Ok, ok. You look good. Like a princess or something. Get the tiara, you deserve to get pampered up for this. You've been through a lot of shit lately." Smirking, Amy reached for the other side of the door, holding up a rather skimpy looking red short dress. "This one's mine. What do you think? Ed'll shit himself!"" How did I ever become friends with you?," Sara sighed, smiling as she shook her head. "He's only going to have one thing on his mind with you in that."" Uh... DUH." Amy rolled her eyes, escorting her friend to the register. "Isn't the whole point of this thing? That's why I'm not spending a ton of money on the dress. Ed's just going to be ripping it off anyway." She paused as the woman behind the counter gave her a wide-eyed stare, Amy in turn snarling at her. "What? It's true." Sara shook her head, still smiling. "I apologize for her. She can really get out of hand sometimes. I shouldn't have bought her that Orange Julius... She's on a sugar hype." As the lady turned away, Sara elbowed Amy. "Will you behave?"" Nope. You're Miss Goody-two-shoes, honey. Not me. Ooh, look at that purse! Wonder if I could fit Ed's flask in there?" With that, Amy wandered off, leaving Sara to finish her transaction. But as she was left to herself, Sara stopped to think about it. Amy was right, wasn't she? Maybe she really was a bit of a Goody-goody. She rarely got in trouble at school, did her best to get good grades, and tried to be friends with pretty much everyone. She was always in some after school activity; whether it was theater, the track team, band, lacrosse... Furthermore, she even tried to help out her teachers after school. Yup. Seemed Amy was right. The month seemed to fly by, the Saturday afternoon spent with Amy in the city to find their dresses now seeming to have been years past. Anticipation seemed to hold like a giant rock in her throat, Sara waiting anxiously for the limo to arrive as she sat on the staircase with her necklace twisting in her polished fingertips." Your dress is going to be a wrinkly mess, you keep sitting there," her father noted, shaking his head as he watched her from the living room. "I want you to have fun tonight, Sara. And please be careful. I know what goes on in the mind of a man when he sees a girl in a dress like that." He paused, taking a sip of his drink as a thought came to him. "And be sure to keep an eye on your friend Amy... I don't want a cop car here tonight." Sara smiled, getting up from the step as she heard the limo pull up outside. "Don't worry, dad. I'll be fine. Don't wait up!," she called, opening the door as she blew a kiss to her father." Yeah. Right." Jay was standing outside the limousine, smiling to her as the driver held the door open for her. "You look great," Jay stammered in awe, taking her arm and helping her into the back seat. "Really...great." Sara only smiled, slipping in next to Amy and Ed- who were already happily swigging from the silver flask Amy had been so worried about finding a purse to hide. The driver, however, seemed oblivious to the actions taking place in the back of his car-after all, he was only paid to drive. A few drinks and laughs later, the group arrived at Brine hart Castle, which was now decorated in the Fairmont High's Senior Prom shimmering blues and silver decor. "I want to go swimming," Ed suddenly chirped, leaning out the window to point at the pond filled with floating candles. "Hey, who's chaperoning this thing, anyway? Better not be Coach. He'll fuckin' kill me, he smells whiskey..."" He's not here. Just relax. Oh... and don't forget your key at the front desk. Room 429." Jay smiled, helping Sara out of the car before leading her into the opened foyer of the Castle. The decorations continued in here, more candles adding a strange hue to the room. This night was already looking like a dream come true. Arts camp; Crafts Clarence Claymore sat facing the wall in his 9'x9' cell. The bars were open, as they were often during the day allowing the more sociable inmates free rein to gather, converse and otherwise pay worship to the social cliques and gangs which got them locked up in the first place. Clarence preferred his solitude, the days and months he had spent in his cell had been mostly spent on arts and crafts. Art had always appealed to Clarence, it was his art which first brought Sara to him. Her Freshman year, Clarence had been blessed with Sara as a student in his Theatre 1 class, a class usually reserved for dropouts in training, hoping that they could bullshit their way into an A to boost their GPA and fulfill requirements for colleges they would never apply to. Sara was different, she had true talent. Not the run-of-the-mill, monkey see, monkey do off-book bullshit that most kids use to make Mommy and Daddy flush money into crooked, for profit Arts schools. Sara had the real thing. Even in his class, mixed in with all the dregs of society, Sara shone like a diamond mixed among with that trash. Clarence had seen it right away, sometimes the light of her beauty would shine so brightly that he would lose track of his lectures and readings. He'd cast her as Maria in West Side Story that year, as a Freshman. That had been his only mistake, because it as too soon. The jealous senior girls gave poor Sara shit for the rest of the year after that, those gasping, gossipy bitches had ruined everything. Even as the years past and those girls graduated, the damage was done. Rumors and lies spread like wildfire, and with each production, and each beautiful role, the distance between them grew..." Hey psycho! Or is it Sicko?" Gabe shouted into the cell leaning against the bars. "They really let you keep pictures of the girl you were convicted of stalking, like that?" Gabe was the leader of the skinhead faction in Clarence's cell block. The two of them never really got along. It wasn't due to a lack of hating minorities, they were both united in that point of view. Clarence's problem was that he hated those inbred, neo-Nazi, confederate, cousin-fuckers just as much as he hated the darkies and dirt-bloods. The pictures Gabe made mention to were in the form of an entire wall of Clarence's cell which had been converted to a mosaic collage of Sarah's face and body. Clippings from posters, programs, yearbooks, school papers and Clarence's own "Personal" Polaroids from the days leading up to his arrest, all these pictures trimmed, clipped and pasted together." Arts and crafts." Clarence said low in his throat, his head bowing low to obscure his eyes. It wasn't the first time the swastika brothers had cornered him like this, but it would damn sure be the last. Clarence's hand slipped under the mattress where he found a broken half of the plastic coated scissors they gave him for his 'Arts and Crafts'. The plastic coated the sharp points, but once broken the metal edge only needed a cursory sharpening before it would be deadly. And it was." Well, you know what time it is bitch..." Gabe said confidently walking into the cell, ready to do his worst, as his bald brothers set up watch at the cell door." I know exactly what time it is shit-for-brains!" Clarence said, leaping up from his cot and in one arcing swipe, slashing the exposed edge through Gabe's jugular vein. "It's time for the big dance!" Blood splashed over the massive photo collage in a wide crimson arc. Gabe's gurgling sputtering scream finally reached his buddies who turned, quickly raining vicious swings down at poor Clarence. Clarence hit the ground with a thud, but as each man lifted a foot to stomp him out, Clarence used his altered blade to slice through the Achilles tendon on each of their planted feet. The two bald white-supremacists tumbled backward like the floor was coated in marbles. It was like a three-stooges parody when both beefy Caucasians tumbled over the rail, their bodies plummeting down onto the dice-game that the South Side 86's were currently engaged in a floor below." Whiiite Palaver!" Clarence shouted, imitating Gabe's southern accent. The sounds of indignant shouting and cursing, attracted guards and the sight of dead bodies prompted gunfire. Prison guards live in a constant state of panic, the only things that ever make them feel secure are routine and predictability. As soon as something outside their expectation happens their instinct is to protect themselves first, find answers second. The gunfire prompted more shouts, and more swearing and in turn more gunfire. All Clarence heard was the sound of dominoes clattering into one another as his plan unfolded."RACE RIOT!" Clarence shouted from his cell, he rubbed Gabe's blood over his arms and face, taking his time in the mirror to look the part of the victim. The shouts grew into a roar suddenly it was every man for himself. The white guards got it first, placing shotguns in the hands of rioters. Clarence darted to the main control room, beating frantic on the glass as inmates ran past him, eager to get involved in the fray." Help! Help! Blocks 7, 8 & 9 are rioting too!" Clarence shouted to the operator." Bullshit! Those blocks are all locked in... or they ought be..." The guard stammered, quicker to doubt himself than to doubt a blood soaked inmate. "SHIT!" The guard left his station to race toward the other cell blocks. They weren't rioting however, in fact the guard had been right about those blocks being locked secure in their cells. At least they were until Clarence opened every cell in the prison. Clarence followed up by kicking in the console to make sure that his deed stayed done. A quick glance over the handrail made Clarence smile in satisfaction. They were all dying, the black, the white, the brown and the blue, all melting together into a sea of red. Arts & Crafts: The chance to create something beautiful. Amid all this glorious chaos, the rest of his frantic escape was easy... It was getting back to his Sara which would prove difficult. "Smile!" Sara gave a huge grin as the cameraman shoved Jay closer to her, a soft 'mph' coming from him as he clutched her shoulder. "How'm I supposed to look happy when he's throwing me around like that?," Jay muttered, trying to force a smirk." Because you're hugging me, you jerk. You're on the football team, I think you can handle a few bumps and thumps." Sara elbowed him, causing a yelp instead of the requested smile. The photographer in turn gave his own frown, glancing at them from over his rig. Sara only shrugged, giggling slightly. "Sorry. He's terrible with photos... I'm used to it. I'm sure it'll still look great!"" Hm." The man only shook his head, gesturing for them to get out of the way for the next couple. Sara may have helped decorate the Ball Room, but to see it in its full glory was even more amazing than she had thought it would be. The candles, the balloons, the flowers, and the lights... Even the tables had this spectacular gleam to them with the silver and white candles flickering. Her hand grasped onto Jay's as she sucked in a breath, holding the edge of her ivory dress higher as they walked across the floor. She had been imagining this night every day since she was a freshman...... Well, almost every day. The nights that Mister Claymore had been at her door, at her window, in her room even-The only thought in her mind was fear. He had once been so kind to her, but it had quickly become something else. Was it her own fault, for being so kind herself? Thinking about it send a chill down her spine, making her a bit nacreous to think about it. "Jay... c-Could you get me a drink?," She asked softly, slipping into the chair he held for her at their table." Yeah... Yeah, sure-Sara, are you ok?" The concern in Jay's voice was very apparent, grabbing her shoulder as he looked down on her. "Listen, Hun, he's not going to be here. He's not getting out for a very long time... And if he even thinks about trying to-""Just get me a damn drink, Jay." It was very rare to hear Sara swear, which explained the shocked look on Jay's face from her snapping at him. The last thing she wanted right now was for him to focus on the past like that. It was scary enough for her own mind to wander to Mister Claymore, but for Jay to focus on her and turn this into a pity party-No. She wasn't going to let him ruin this night for her. Like Jay had said, he couldn't get near her here. The only thing she had to worry about was having fun... and being sure not to stain the dress. A Whole New Clarence"I'm required by law to run your information before I sell you a gun Pal." The Snyder pawn broker said irritably. "There's also a two week 'Cooling off' period which I'm required to..."" Look here shithead, I'm not your Pal. I'm also not giving you a damn thing, I've got cash in hand..."" So what? You think I have never seen cash before? I got 5 grand in my safe right now." The Broker mused, his cocky attitude sending Clarence into blind rage. "The more difficult you make this for me, the more difficult I'm going to make it for you." Clarence could only grit his teeth. He was bluffing about the cash, in fact the only things he had now been stolen from an unfortunate civilian who had the misfortune of arriving to visit family on the eve of Clarence's great escape. A mid-sized compact and the clothes from his back were the only loot from that murder, but for now it was enough." What about knives? Do I have to wait a month to buy a fucking blade?" Clarence asked, finally breaking the tense silence." That all depends on Pal, you seem in a pretty big hurry to get a weapon." The Pawn Broker replied, rubbing his chin in thought. "For all I know you'll just kill me if I put a weapon in your hand. You've also been quite a dick...""Oh, c'mon Pal, I thought we were Pals." Clarence said, feigning an honest smile. "You know I'd never hurt you... Pal. What have you got for me ol' Buddy, ol' Pal."" For you, I got the 'Condescending Asshole Special', just for you Pal." The Broker said, rolling his eyes as he placed an 8" wood handled, folding hunting knife on the glass counter. "Only two birds for that beauty, you'll be settling old scores in no time." Clarence wasted no time in cradling the sharpened steel beauty, unfolding its deadly killing edge horizontally and admiring his own reflection in the polished steel. He gripped the handle tightly, deftly switching his grip and taking a few slow practice swipes." What about new vendettas?" Clarence asked from his fixated trance." New whey-UGLK! Key!" The Pawn Broker sputtered as his last few words splattered forth from the wide open gash in his throat before they could reach his mouth. His eyes looked frantic suddenly, as he continued sputtering clips of questions through his freshly carved opening. "GgGgGhlay-Karl! GgGuUuUoo, play-orKah!" The pool of blood was already spilling over the edges of the glass counter, the fluorescent lights inside casting light through the fresh plasma, illuminating the entire room in a deep red. Clarence found it appropriate lighting for the Pawn Broker's death dance." Sorry Pal, I guess I'll be taking this one gratis. But hey, I like your Specials."***A whole new face. That was what Clarence needed. To completely assume the identity of someone else entirely. Breaking into the High School had been far easier than cracking his old Pal's safe, infiltrating the Stage dressing room, easier still. He had everything he needed and plenty of it: Liquid Latex, Spirit Gum, Faux Hair and more than enough cake and cream stage makeup to disguise an entire cast. He went from being middle-aged escaped convict Clarence Claymore, to Twilight-of-life, Joe Distinguished. The Hair-White dried tough and crusty, but its aging effects worked brilliantly, coupled with his new salt and pepper horse hair beard his own mother wouldn't have known him. Clarence tried out different accents before he decided on British. He paired the face and voice with a horribly tacky dress shirt and pinstriped sports jacket from the costume closet. The Chad they got to replace him must have been doing Guys and Dolls. The perfect opportunity to traipse all those talentless, half-gorilla, Theater 1 Jocks across stage. The suit fit Clarence loosely, but there was no time for tailoring. He had to find Sara. It had been over 10,000 hours since he had last seen his beloved, in the courtroom when they sentenced him. She'd looked so haunted that day, even in the beefy arms of that sock-puppet of a man who dared call himself her boyfriend." Don't worry my sweet." Clarence said to the mirror, wearing his new accent far better than his suit. "York night in shining armor has arrived." After locking up the Theatre again Clarence made his escape from campus, but not before absconding with a Prom-poster. Despite the obvious Photoshop effects orgy, the poster provided quite informative. It seemed that Clarence was Fashionably Late as usual.***Clarence spent the ride over naming his new character, he eventually settled on Simon Werringsworth. Simon, after that crumpet farting asshole on American Idol, and Werringsworth because it was so ridiculously long and English that nobody would ever doubt its authenticity, the kind of name associated with a crest of some sort. Clarence ought to have hid the stolen car of a murder victim in the back somewhere, but Simon Werringsworth insisted upon the Valet." Try not to leave any foul smells in there." Simon schmoozed, as he passed the Valet the keys along with a $100 from the Pawn Shop's safe. "Completed?" The Mexican Valet took the keys and the bill, nodding his head politely before climbing into the small, cheap, import, already stinking from the owner's corpse in the trunk." Chinga le gringo carbon... Ching ale made burro." The man muttered under HS breath as he drove the car away. Clarence knew enough Spanish to know that the Valet was less than polite, but fortunately Simon didn't. Instead, he sauntered his way right into the castle as if it were his to begin with. Simon looked down his nose at the tacky lighting effects coming from the ballroom just past the front desk and up the stairs. He continued to stare past the well-dressed Receptions. She wore an elegant black dress with a refined string of tasteful diamonds around her neck. The colored lights playing off her pale golden highlights made Clarence's cock stir, it was after all his first day out. But the fact that she was a woman made her irrelevant to Simon." May I help you Sir?" The blonde tittered cheerily.*Ding*Ding*Ding*Simon rang the small bell on the counter, looking past the chipper girl still." Ahy would like to see a managed love. Be a dear and fetch 'I'm FOA me." Simon said absent-mindedly, still staring up toward the ballroom and sliding another $100 bill across the counter once he was done ringing. "There is Man business which must be discussed." The pretty young woman's face turned down into a long scowl. She looked down at the bill then back up with disdain." Pray tell... Sir. To what would this business be pertaining?" The young woman asked. "As you can plainly see we are hosting a very big event this evening, the Manager is busy... The rooms are booked and as far as yourmanbusiness I could plainly not give a fuck less. Our business is fine thank you, and our Managers whereabouts are not your business." Simon just scoffed, and then laughed and then scoffed again." It is actually quite the contrary Love. You see, I represent the 'International Human Beings for the Right to Life Foundation', and your suppose-ed event is the very reason for my arrival at this dank old hovel of age-ed ineptitude. Do you have any idea how many unborn children are discarded into dumpsters and toilets at this sort of...events? Generations of lives, thousands of children just flushed down your marble drains. THAT m'Love is exactly my business." Simon was really on a role while Clarence pondered if he would need to murder the nubile young Receptionist. "Let alone the back-alley abortions, these events are like a living pitch dish for infections. Chlamydia, Herpes, Scabies, Crabs, General Works, The Clap, Honored, Syphilis, HIV and Aids, they spread like wildfire in out of date fuck-palaces like this one. Now are you going to make thins easier and get your manager or shall I go fetch the Health Department and Center for Disease Control." The receptionist was blushing furiously, she was a smart young woman and wasn't used to being told off by customers, but Simon was truly a whirlwind of flashy words and empty threats. She picked up the phone and began to dial, Clarence was glad that he wouldn't have to make any less-than-empty threats." Sir, I think you'd better come to the front desk... There's an elderly English Gentleman who wants to see you..." "What'd you do, hit him?" Amy stared at Sara as she sat down beside her, shaking her head. "I've never seen him look at you like that! He looked ready to cry!" Sara gave a soft sigh. "Just a little stressed out. I think I'll feel better after a drink and a few minutes on the dance floor. You know how they tell you to leave your troubles at the door? Seems I had a few cling to my purse." Glancing around her hand, she saw Jay still giving her that frightened look from across the room. She hadn't meant to freak him out. Talking about Mister Claymore, however, was just something she didn't want to do." Well then, if he's gettin' the drinks, I'm gettin' you on the floor!" Amy grinned hugely, snatching Sara's gloved hands and yanking her to her feet. Ed started to get up as well, only to receive a glare from his girlfriend. "What're you doin'? Sit your ass back down!" Sara laughed a bit as Ed obediently plunked back into the chair. But not without uttering a few words under his breath. Her friend leading her out onto the dance floor, her mind finally started to drift from her fears to instead the fun she was supposed to be having. The rest of the senior class circling in around them, Amy led her deeper into the throng of people, almost directly in front of the speakers. She tried to keep her mind off of Mister Claymore, reminding herself over and over that he was no longer part of her life. The most that was left of him now was that haunting image in her mind from his trial, the twisted smile that resided on his face as he stared at her. It was as though the events happening around him had no effect on him whatsoever... That he was far more concerned with watching her than hearing his own fate be decided around him. His smile had seemed so kind and warmhearted when she was his student, his eyes once filled with a joyful loving light....but it turned into one of the most frightening things she had ever seen. The music pounding in her ears almost seemed to drive any other thoughts from her mind, finally relaxing enough to enjoy herself. With Timbaland's "The Way I Are" blaring loudly behind her, the lights flashing above her, and Amy trying to yell something at her with a huge grin on her face, Sara couldn't help but start laughing. The reminder of Jay and Ed's keys still hung in the back of her mind, a slight anxiety over that holding to her. She knew exactly what Jay had planned for that room. Sara wasn't a prude; she had let him get further than her father believed, but he had never gotten her to go to bed with him. Tonight, however... Tonight was special. As the song ended, Amy leaned to Sara's ear, finally able to tell her what she had been trying to yell for the past 3 and a half minutes. "What I was saying was... If you and Jay want anything out of Eddie's bag, go right ahead. He's bringing it upstairs in a little bit. He's got some drinks, some rubbers, and some, you know. Treats." She grinned at that, looking back to the table a moment. "Ha, looks like he already headed up. But like I said Hun, feel free to bump a few things."" Yeah... Uh- thanks, Amy." She wasn't too sure on the majority of the items in that bag. Even the idea of sharing a room with them seemed a bit.... weird. Still, it was probably the only way the guys could have afforded this place; double team the bill. As they returned to the guys, Sara wrapped her arms around Jay's neck, placing a gentle kiss on the top of his head. "Sorry about snapping at you. My nerves have been going nuts all this month. Amy was right, though... The dance floor really helps to get it out." Special Request"The Master key, to all of your rooms, access to the express lift, and lastly I'll be needing one of your Security Jackets. That is how you may help me." Simon told the Manager curtly, his fingers drumming impatiently on the counter. "Think of me as a Peace-Keeper for the laws of decency and honor. I am here to ensure that above all else, human life is valued tonight." The Manager looked stunned, he'd only just arrived at the reception desk and was quite surprised at the list of demands from a foreigner who he had never laid eyes on before." What did you say your name was again sir?" The Dumbfounded Manager asked, looking quizzically at the gray haired old man." Simon Werringsworth with the International Human Beings for the Right to Life Foundation. I am sent here to make certain that none of these little hooligans disregard their own lives or the lives of any embryonic offspring of theirs in methods unsavory." Simon punctuated 'unsavory' with another ring of the bell. "You hah-ve until eleven-fifty to make these things happen for me, or I'll hah-ve Ba-Bra Boost over here with the Secret Service and an Ah-my of protestors. In the meantime I'll be checking you'ah establishment." With that Simon pivot turned to exit stage right, Clarence was having a tough time staying in character with the annoying noise blasting from the dance floor. Clarence had had migrants with more them than the thumping gibberish coming from upstairs. In his disguise it was easy to slip in through the back and carefully weave his way behind the tacky drapes, massive speakers, almost decent flower arrangements, and steel lighting towers to find himself next to the DJ booth, completely concealed by the massive speaker attached to the booth itself. The bass from behind the speaker was significant enough to make Clarence's fake beard move with the beat, trying to shout would have been pointless, instead Clarence simply used a pen (stolen from the front desk) to write the words: 'Special Request' along the edge of one of his $100 bills. The bill itself was folded through the center of a generic burned CD. By the time the DJ saw the neat little package on the corner of his booth Clarence had already vanished into the wings. The stage platform was portable and therefore rudimentary at best, but all stages were basically the same and from backstage he could see her. Yes, Sara, she was throwing pearls before swine at the moment, drained over that ox headed jock boyfriend. He was more of a pet than a man." Yo we just got a hot new request in, I ain't sure what it is... but I know it's hot!" The DJ announced into his mic and over the excessively loudspeakers.*The way you wear your hat... the way you sip you rte-a... The memory of all that...**They CAN'T take that away from me, Newport*A familiar old Show tune, it was from the last play Clarence had been allowed to direct staring the sweet and perfect Sara, ironically titled 'Crazy for You'.*They-can't-take-that-ah-way-from-melee...*It wasn't the musical soundtrack, however, it was more haunting, more heavy with intent, it was Clarence. But aside from himself only one in the room had an ear refined enough to identify that sweet tenor sound. Sara knew that song well though she'd never sung it in the show, but it had been sung to her before now. Prisons these days are remarkably well-equipped with recording equipment, mostly because every black convict in the United States thinks that incarceration comes standard with a record-deal. Clarence found his own use for the opportunity far more rewarding than any of them ever would. After that, the cultureless swine hoards began booing. Not because the song was flawed, not because Clarence's voice wasn't dulcet and alluring, simply because it was something with which they were unfamiliar. That was the very reason they would remain cultureless swine." Whoa! Sorry about that folks, I guess that jam wasn't so hot after all. But hey, here's somethin' to get y'all back in gear."*She got them Apple Bottom Jeans, and them boots with the fur (with the fur)*"Damn you Flow RDA..." Clarence muttered under layers of latex and fur while hiding in the wings. Sara frowned a moment as she cuddled against her man, sniffing Jay's hair. No, it wasn't his hair gel she was smelling, and not his cologne either. More like-"Eddie got the drinks, didn't he?," she sighed, reaching through Jay's arms against her to pick up a cup, sniffing it gingerly. "Gun... Jay, come on! You promised me!"" Baby, it's prom. Just one little-," Jay started, trying to reclaim his cup." I wish you wouldn't drink at all. You know I hate that smell..." Shoving the cup across the table, she started to tug him to his feet. "You can make it all up to me by dancing with me," she beamed, smiling at him as he stood up. "Please?"" Fiiine. But it better not be any of that show tunes crap of yours. I'm really getting sick of hearing the Rent soundtrack every week... Can't you just listen to some of my CD's once in a while?" Readjusting his tie, he took her arm, pausing as the DJ announced a request- and giving her a scowl as the song began. "Sara-! Really?"" I... didn't." Sara looked to the DJ's booth with fearful eyes. That song... It was the reason her soundtrack for Shall We Dance had ended up on eBay. Mister Claymore had sung it to her before, so many times... It even sounded like his voice now. Impossible. Someone's idea of a joke? It wasn't funny, not in the least. How had someone even gotten a copy of his songs? As the boos overpowered the song, Sara finally was able to breathe, shaking her head a bit before clutching onto Jay's arm. "Come on. Dance with me." With the replacement blaring now, she made a slightly disgusted face- but found Jay to be far more willing to get on the floor, wrapping her up in one arm and pulling her out with him. "Now this... This is one I can dance to!" With that, he slapped a hand against her bottom, causing Sara to yelp out in surprise. Was he trying to keep her mind off Claymore? She had to give him credit for the effort, but his method wasn't exactly the best. Still, she had gotten him out on the floor... May as well enjoy it. It wasn't that she hated his choices in music, but more that it was one of the few things they tended to argue about; petty things like what stations to listen to in the car, what movie they'd be seeing that weekend, or more in depth things like Jay's developing alcohol problem. He would never admit to it, but Sara could plainly see it. She would have thought almost losing his spot on the team after being busted at Eddie's party a few months ago would have hampered his drinking habits... but instead, it seemed to have little effect on him. He may have been a thick-headed fool sometimes, but he made her feel safe. She felt like she really needed that tonight, especially after that rather disturbing clipped that played... Mr. Cellophane Clarence gritted his teeth at the sight of the dumb jock swatting his beloved Sara's perfect ass. Rage filled him, but he could only watch helplessly from the wings lest his cover be blown. He wasn't done using Simon to con back doors open. That was it! Clarence wasn't himself at the moment he could walk right past Sara without her noticing anything other than an inappropriately dressed old man, who might well be a chaperone. It felt like being invisible as he strode quietly off the stage and down along the outskirts of the dance floor. He didn't chance looking over at sweet Sara, but he was almost close enough to smell her. If it weren't for the malodorous stink of supermarket cologne and body stink. Clarence moved with purpose away from the dance floor and into the maze of Cabaret seating below. He wove and darted and weaved his way through them until he found the abandoned table where Sara sat only moments ago. Clarence swiftly lifted the dumb Jock's drink long enough to write out a short message to his ingenue.' I won't be waiting in the wings forever'With a satisfied smirk Clarence pocketed the pen once more and then hastened out of the ballroom back down to the lobby to see if his demands had been met. He was very quiet, underneath the blasting bass from the speakers, but as his feet plodded down the marble steps there was a brief silence in which Clarence Claymore's theatrical tenor may have been heard singing.' Mr. Cellophane, Mr. Cellophane... You can look right through me, walk right by me, and never even now I'm there." The last note died slowly in his throat just before the next song blasted to life. The manager was on the phone as Simon returned to the lobby, looking incredulously at the clock. "Happy now?," Jay grumbled, his feet dragging as he led Sara back to the table. "I told you before, I've got two left feet. You're the graceful one, Hun... Only grace I've got is on the field."" Thanks anyway, Jay...," She said softly, though her right foot ached slightly from his fumbling over it seven times. The bad dancing wasn't her focus, though. The intimate contact between them, the smile on his face, and the safety of his arms... That's all that had mattered to her. As they moved through the group, she noticed the older gentleman maneuvering through the crowd. She didn't recognize him as anyone from their school... Perhaps one of the hotel's higher-ups, checking up on the prom? "We can try again with a later song."" Nuh-uh. I'm not doing that again." Plunking back in his chair, he lifted his drink, pausing as he found the note scrawled beneath it. "Ed must be getting antsy," He laughed, shoving it across the table to Sara. "What do you say we go up there and check on him, huh? He's been gone awhile."" But the dance-!," She protested, gesturing towards the floor and the still dancing crowd. "This is my fairy tale night, Jay. I just want to enjoy it..." Jay smiled, slipping out of his seat to rest on his knee beside her, his hands cupping hers before kissing the back of her hand. "Honey... I know that. And fairytales always end with the princess' knight sweeping her off her feet. I want to do that for you... Give you your happily ever after... Starting tonight. Down here is just the court of fools. Let's get you up to the royal suite." Sara smiled at that. An attempt at being sweet, but more a begging pose to get her into the hotel room. He was right, though. The dance seemed to have been taken over by the cliques, losing its romantic flair now to a more dance club feel... Not what Sara had dreamed. Seemed the tidbit of show tunes had ruined any chance for elegance. Looking back to Jay, the still pleading look on his face, she couldn't help but give a laugh. "I could stand to get out of these shoes," She confessed, holding up a foot. "They hurt like hell."" I can get you out of more than just shoes, baby."" Watch it, pal." She playfully kicked the extended foot against his chest, giggling as he fell back onto his butt. The song had left her with a chill, one that still refused to leave... but Jay was doing a good job at keeping her from lingering on it. Picking up her purse, she saw the grin grow across his face, getting back to his feet and holding out his hand for her. Having back to the main foyer, Jay continued to glance her over, the smirk growing more and more as he hit the elevator button." You look good in that dress, Sara." As the doors dinged open, Jay eagerly led her inside, his hands quick to grab her hips as the doors closed and pulling her to him, his lips pressing down against hers in a sloppy but passionate kiss. Giggling again, she tried to put aside the fact his breath had a hue of whiskey to it, enjoying the feel of his lips and roaming hands before pulling away with the next door ding. "Wait till the room, Romeo," She teased, slinking out of the elevator quickly and hurrying down the hall." Hey, hold on a sec here! I'm supposed to be sweeping you off your feet! So stop running away from me!," Jay howled, chasing after her. Catching her halfway down the hall, he grabbed her about the waist, grinning before tossing her over his shoulder, his view skewed by the wall of tulle and silk over his eyes." This isn't sweeping me off my feet! This is being a gorilla!," She laughed, slapping his back as he carried her to the room door. Still laughing as he unlocked it, she gave a grin to the man that passed them, waving slightly as he gave them a frown. "Um... hi..." The door finally swinging open, her monkey-man boyfriend carried her inside, letting her take in a view of the room from atop his shoulder. This was far different from the Holiday Express she and her father stayed at for their last vacation! A sitting room, an actual kitchen, and two different bedrooms., "Wow. You two really did go out for this, didn't you?"" Hope you don't mind our next few dates being at MCD. That's probably all I'm going to be able to afford," He admitted, grinning as he lugged her into the left bedroom and dropped her onto the bed. He only stood there for a moment, staring at her with a blissful smile on his face. "You look incredible... hey, do you want a drink? Ed's got a lot of other stuff besides whiskey. I'm sure there's something to your liking in there." Before she could even answer, Jay was headed out from the room. Fear and Jealousy"His name is Jay Novella, and he is a very dangerous predator..." Simon said with an air of disdain at having to repeat himself. The burgundy security jacket was a bit small on him, but looked far better than the pinstriped costume truck nightmare. "He looks to be high-school aged, but he is actually 35, he has been a carrier of the HIV and AIDS viruses for eight months, infecting over 13 young girls in that time through unsafe sex and countless others through his heroine addiction." Fear. Fear often leads to anger, but Clarence had mastered the art of turning his own anger into the fear of others. It was a skill which had gotten him into trouble in the past, but Jay's hand on Sara's perfect ass reminded him of how little he had to lose." I suggest you do what you must to apprehend this dangerous felon and killer." Simon finished, swiping his new set of access keys off the counter. "If you are unable to do this simple task, I can assure you that THS arcane relic of a building will fall under the weight of a class action 'Criminal Negligence' change." The accent was fading in and out, Clarence recognized the need for a costume change." We'll be paging him shortly sir... I..."" Enough wasting of my valuable time... I'm off to inspect the toilets for disguarded fetuses." Simon said his last words on Earth brusquely as he saw his beloved descending the stairs with her pet/boyfriend pawing her all the way. Clarence made his way to the bathroom quickly, not wanting to be seen in the same face too often. Off came the spirit gum beard and latex age lines. On went a tightly fitting bald cap and a layer of dark black stipple on his face and head. He looked more like the comedian Dave Mattel than himself, this one would need a name as well. Don Durango. Why not? He wrote Don on the tag of his new security jacket and made his way up the stairs quickly. He knew that his beloved was on the fourth floor, but had no idea which room since the front desk had refused to let him view the reservation info despite some of his best conning. He arrived at the fourth floor just in time to catch his beloved being dragged back to her neanderthal boyfriend's cave. Cave 429 to be exact. Clarence paced the hall impatiently, taking time to memorize the layout of the floor. It was then that he finally heard the fruits of his labor in the ringing of a phone somewhere inside her room. Clarence gripped the blade in his pocket, eager that she might soon taste the blood of his only rival. When the door opened Don took care of the talking, somehow a southern accent seemed appropriate."Ah,'m 'ere to take Y'all down to security Sir." Don stated quickly as soon as he saw Jay. "Don'tChu worry that pretty little head none Darwin, Ah'll bring 'I'm back t'y'all save." Don threw in a wink toward Sara at the end. Clarence fumed with jealousy at his own persona. Sara grinned as Jay wandered back into the main room, lazily flopping back onto the bed as she looked around. The bed was the most comfortable thing she had ever been on, making even her own Serra at home feel more like a pillow topped rock. This must have been what heaven felt like... And that was what Jay had promised her, wasn't it? A night in heaven. The ringing in the other room caused her to sit up once again, hearing as Jay answered it. "Hello?.... This is Jay. Is something wrong?... I- What? What do you mean I need to- But, sir, wait, what did I.... No, really, what did I- Hello? Hello?" Well, that didn't sound good. Slipping off the bed, she stepped curiously towards the front room, looking to him with concerned eyes. "Something wrong, Hun?," She asked softly, smiling at him. Jay only sighed, running a hand through his hair as he stared at the phone. "I seriously have no damn clue. All he said was that they needed me to come downstairs for something. Ed's credit card better not have fucking bounced, I'll kick his ass. I can't afford to pay this damn thing out of pocket right now." He paused a moment with that, only to shoot her a huge grin. "Not that I'm saying you're not worth it, hon. It's just-Well, I'm a broke bastard." Sara laughed, shaking her head. "You're only a part-time bastard. Most of the time you're a pretty good guy."" Oh, gee, thanks for the confidence boost." The knock at the door stopped him from harassing her more, instead heading to answer it. Finding the bald fellow behind it, Jay only raised an eyebrow, Sara stepping further into the room to see what was happening. "Stay here, Sara. I'll clear up all this and be back before you know it," Jay called confidently, stepping into the hall with the man."... Alright...," Sara replied hesitantly, a weak smile on her face as the man winked at her. It made her a bit uneasy, being alone in that giant room without anyone else... And that man from security; something about him seemed uncomfortably familiar. Perhaps it was just paranoia, that fear that had been clinging to her ever since the incident downstairs with the music. Being alone now gave her mind ample time to wander, focusing in on the things she had tried to block from her thoughts. She had to stop that. She was supposed to be happy, even if things didn't seem to be working out the way she had imagined. Everything could be salvaged somehow. Just a few snags along the way... That only meant that the end result would be far worth the wait, didn't it? Stop the discouraging thoughts. Where was that bag Jay and Eddie had been talking about? She usually wasn't one for drinking, but maybe a small sip of that wine that they had mentioned would help take off the edge. Jay would probably be quite happy to see her with a glass when he came back, and from the sounds of it, Eddie had brought more than enough. Scouting out in Eddie and Amy's room, she found the bag in question after just a few minutes and tossed it up onto the bed. Unzipping it, she had to laugh at everything she found inside. It was far more than just alcohol and condoms, like Amy had claimed... No wonder Jay had wanted to be the one to get the stuff out of it. Eddie was a kinky bastard-! She wasn't quite sure on what half of the things in there were- and she really would rather not find out. Taking out a bottle of white wine, she hastily zipped the bag closed and headed back into the main room, removing a glass from the kitchen area and pouring herself a drink. A few sips passed her lips as she meandered back into her own room, already longing to enjoy the cash feel of that wonderful bed. Yesterday's Garbage"Ooooohhwee that little sugar dumplin' in that there room was lookin' better'a bowl of grits with nacho cheese an' butter I tell ya." Don Drawled on as he and Jay awaited the elevator. "The utters on that one could feed a whole litter 'a calves..."" Watch it man, that's my girl." Jay interrupted, obviously running low on patience." Well ain't luck just crapped in your lap youngster? Congratulations." Don replied. "No need to get all prickly with me there Junior, I'm just doin' my job. Ya ought be proud to have a rope around a prize sow like that one back there... I hope ya make her squeal real good ton-""Bro! I said cut that shit out!" Jay interrupted again as the elevator arrived. Jay stepped in impatiently and made his frustration audible in the form of a heavy sigh. Clarence let a genuine smirk slip past his character. His opportunity was drawing nigh and the excitement was so great that it was making him twitch." Sorry there partner I din' mean to throw a badger in yer britches. Just' makin' conversation." Don said as he pressed all three floors below them. From the fourth floor to the third, Clarence simply moved into place, just over Jay's right shoulder. His knuckles were turning pale from squeezing the handle of his knife so hard for so long, now it was at last time for action. As soon as the doors closed Clarence whipped his blade from his pocket and used the blunt end to smash Jay on the crown of his skull to knock him out. With his victim unconscious, Clarence hit the emergency stop sequence and froze the elevator between floors. Knocking Jay out had been gratifying sure, but Clarence still itched to shed his blood. The little meathead bastard was lucky that Clarence needed his suit unstained. Once Jay was stripped down to his skivvies Clarence used his access key to open the service port on the bottom of the elevator, slicing Jay's throat from ear to ear before depositing his body down the elevator shaft like yesterday's garbage. After the heavy thud echoed up from the bottom of the elevator shaft Clarence closed the trap door once again and disengaged the emergency stop, exiting quickly on the second floor in search of a bathroom. It was time for his final costume change. The phone was ringing. When had Sara fallen asleep? Damn bed, just too comfortable. Stumbling off the edge of the white sheets, she flailed around to find the source of the noise, finally landing her palm against it and putting it to her ear. "Hello...?," she asked softly, trying to smooth out her dress from the zombie-like staggering she had just put it through." Told ya she was in the room!," Amy suddenly laughed, far louder in her ear than Sara had been expecting. Wincing, she pulled it away a bit, listening as Amy continued to rant to who she could only figure to be Eddie. "Had, Jay was away too eager to be heading up there! I knew it, I knew it!"" Then give 'em their damn privacy and hang up! What's the matter with you, now Jay's going to be doin' that shit to US!"" Actually, guys?" Sara frowned as the two continued to argue while on the phone with her, finally just giving a whistle to shut them up. "Guys! Jay left!" All she could hear was the music from the dance as the two went silent. "Sara... What... what did you do?," Amy asked slowly. "You didn't try to do the shit in that magazine of yours, did you? I'm tellin' you, no guy really wants you to do that to him. Did you find out the hard way?"" I didn't do anything to him! We were only in here for a few minutes before we got a phone call and this guy from security came. I'm not sure what's going on, he wouldn't tell me.""... Security?" Ed suddenly seemed a bit paranoid. Oh, right... his bag of goodies. That probably wasn't too welcomed. Maybe that had something to do with it. Jay had been one of the two guys carrying it, so it was possible." I'm sure he'll be back soon, Sara. No way he'd leave you up there all alone for too long. Make sure to lock the door, though, ok? I don't trust some of the guys wanderin' this place. If he doesn't come back in about half an hour, call Eddie's cell. If you get lonely, though, feel free to check the bag." Amy laughed, then hung up. Very funny. Still, Amy had a point on locking the door. Was it bad to be paranoid of even the security? That guy left a chill down her spine. Especially with that creepy grin he had given her. Leaving the small bedroom once more, she slipped off her heels and padded over to the door, peeking out the small hole to see if anyone was in the hall. Still no sign of Jay. With a sigh, she twisted the lock, then went to refill her wine glass. For someone that didn't drink much, she was finding that the wine was doing wonders to cool her nerves.

Prom Nightmare (closed)|rating:3.0

Tormented Tina (ting ting and subjuanita)

Tina was at her favorite bar, Rusty's, but she wasn't enjoyed her time there as she normally did. She had just broken up with her boyfriend and was depressed. She was also drinking more than she normally did. Luckily she didn't drive her and was going to take a cab home. Tina knew it would take time to get over James, but tonight she was using alcohol to temporarily help her cope. She lost track of how much she had drank tonight. Mike, the bartender told her it was on the house tonight, since she was such a good customer. So she knew she had drank more than she normally did, and was tipsy on the way to getting drunk. None of the regulars were there tonight, so Tina just drank by herself except when Mike would come over for a minute. Then the door to bar opened, and a stranger Tina had never seen before walked inside. Anthony, Tony for short, walked into a bar named Rusty's. He wasn't going there for a good time. He was on the prowl for his next victim. Over the past 6 years, he'd kidnapped four women and had broken them all. He'd just let his last girl go almost a week ago. She wouldn't say anything to point a finger to him. He'd had her for almost a year and a half, and she'd become attached to him. He'd let her go because she offered no pleasure anymore. She was too willing to please him. She'd been like that for about half of her time with him, but he wanted someone to fight him, so he'd let her go. He stepped in the bar and scanned the bar, his eyes landing on a particular woman, a small smile on his lips as he approached the bar and sat next to her, even though there were plenty of other seats to take at the bar. "Jack and coke." He told the bar tender and looked around the bar, then at the woman seated next to him. "Hello." He greeted her and held out his hand to her. "I'm Tony." Tina was thinking back on what had happened earlier today and hadn't noticed Tony sit down next to her. James and her had a bumpy time in their relationship, but Tina was hoping they could talk and work through it tonight. She was planning to go over to watch a movie at his house tonight. She had put on her bra and panties that he loved. The matching black lacy ones with red trim. Over that she had on a pair of jeans and her loose college sweatshirt she got a year ago before she graduated. A pair of running completed her outfit for the evening. A voice next to her surprised her. She didn't really want to meet anyone new tonight. So she started to reply to him to leave her alone without even looking at him, "Please..." Turning her head a bit she has seen him. He was young and handsome, with the nicest smile. She quickly changed her mind about asking him to leave her alone. She would chat for a bit and then write her phone number on a cocktail napkin for him to call her later. So she continued, "...to meet you. My name is Tina." Tina wished that she had worn something that wasn't so loose and casual, something that showed off her figure better. But it was too late now to do anything about that. Tina smiled at him and said, "Haven't seen you here before. Do you live around here?" "Hello Tina. Pretty name for a pretty girl." He commented, giving her all his charm. If he had his way, which he usually did, she'd be going home with him tonight. "Yeah, I live a few blocks away on Devon Ave." He told her, naming one of the best areas in the neighborhood. "I wanted to try something new, heard this place was a good place, so I decided to try it out." He told her. When his drink was placed in front of him, he took a drink. "So what brings you here?" He asked her, slowly moving his eyes down her body, letting her know he was clearly interested in her. Tina smiled as Tony complimented her on her name. After hearing where he lived she replied, "Wow, that's a nice area. Lots of nice homes there. I live in an apartment out by the mall." Tina thought I hit the trifecta tonight, young, handsome, and rich. She listened intently as he spoke, letting him know that she found him interesting. Then she responded, "Well you should like Rusty's. They get a nice mix of people here. The regulars are pretty friendly to new people too." Then Tony asked Tina about herself. Tina took a deep breath and replied, "Well Rusty's is a place I have always enjoyed. I ran into some bad luck lately. I lost my job last week...laid off actually, but the chances of them needing me again soon are very slim. It's a new company and sales were down. Then my boyfriend texted me that he wanted to break up with me. Can you believe that, he wouldn't say it in person, he just texted it! But I'll be OK. So I came to Rusty's tonight to have a few drinks and relax. I'm not going to let this get to me. I'm going out on interviews. I'm also doing a little modeling. Furthermore, I shot some swimsuit photos last Tuesday for 'On the Beach'. It's a small swimwear shop. They're going to use them in some ads soon. Modeling is OK for now. I have only got one assignment so far. Well, I could have got more, but I don't do any risqué or nudge work. Anyway, I know my luck will change soon. Who knows maybe you will be my good luck charm! So tell me about yourself." Tina could tell he was genuinely interested in her by the way he was listening to her. He certainly was someone she wanted to get to know better. Tony listened with rapt attention. When she told him she'd lost her job, then her boyfriend dumped her, he shook his head. "That's a bunch of bad luck. I'm sorry to hear that." He told her, reaching out and placing his hand over hers. He continued to listen to her, tracing his thumb over her hand. "How about I give you some distraction?" He asked her and leaned in and kissed her lightly. "Let's have a good time tonight. Maybe head back to my place." He suggested. "After a few drinks if you'd like." Tina watched as he moved his hand on top of hers. It was a physical sign of his caring nature she thought. She was already seeing the difference between him and her ex-boyfriend. She began to think that this truly was her lucky day. He added a kiss which was like adding icing to the cake. Tina smiled and thought that she definitely would give him her phone number, as she really wanted to get to know him better. But seemed to be even more anxious. Tony spoke of giving her some "distraction" and having a good time back at his place tonight. She glanced around the room and just seen a few of the regulars, none of which interested her. Normally Tina would want to know Tony better before doing that, but between all that happened to her lately and the alcohol she had already had, she decided to go ahead. She smiled slightly, "I would like to do that...well maybe it would be better to say that I need to do that. A couple drinks might help me relax more. Is your place close enough to walk to? I took Uber over to here tonight so I can't drive there." Tina then picked up her drink and finished it. A couple more drinks, and he might need to carry her to his place, she thought to herself. "My place is only a few blocks away. I think we can walk there, even drunk off our asses." He told her, though he wouldn't let himself get too drunk. That would just slow him down for their activities later, and he couldn't have that. When she finished her drink, he motioned for the bartender. "I'll buy you another." HE told her as the bartender moved over to ask. "Another drink for her. Put it on my tab." He told him, smiling at her. Tina was glad that it was only a couple blocks away. She giggled and said, "Well, that should be fine. I mean at least I am not wearing my heels tonight." She finished off her drink and Tony bought her another one. She sipped it and chatted with Tony about some movies she had just seen and the new Italian restaurant in town that had great cannoli. He seemed to be listening raptly to her, even though it was becoming clear that the alcohol was effecting her now. She finished off her drink, and another appeared to take its place. They talked some more, laughed together, and enjoyed their time together. After finishing off her last drink Tina smiled and said with her head wobbling from side to side a bit, "I think we should go back to your place now...while I can still walk there. Don't forget to give Mike a good tit...(giggling)... I mean tip. You can't give him a tit, obviously. I could, but the service wasn't that good." Tina laughed again and then struggled a bit getting up off her seat. She said "I guess you can just call me tipsy Tina." He kept his drink amount down, only drinking two drinks in the hour and a half he was there. When she finished her last drink, he put the money out, giving him a very nice tip, smiling at her words. "Let's go, shall we?" He asked her and helped her down from the bar stool and began leading her back to his house. "Let's have some fun." He told her and pinned her against the door and began kissing her, not being gentle about it either. Tina stumbled a bit as she walked out of Rusty's with Tony. She looked at him and said, "Maybe I shouldn't have had last drink." Actually she probably shouldn't have had several of her last drinks even though they weren't effecting her yet. The walk to his house was quick as it was only a few blocks away. Tina was stumbling more now and not walking in a straight line anymore, veering from side to side. Luckily the streets were deserted and no one except Tony noticed it. Soon they were at Tony's house. He opened the door and let Tina in. He followed behind her, closing and locking the door behind him. She stood there wide-eyed looking around at the furnishings. Tony walked in front of perusing his fingers to lift her head gently and kiss her on the lips. Tina eagerly returned the kiss. She broke it, and whispered, "Why don't we go somewhere more comfortable?" But Tony was not interested and pushed Tina back against the door and kissed her hard. Tina's thought how she had finally agreed to give up her virginity and have sex with her now ex-boyfriend. He got so excited after a little kissing that he barely got his pants and underwear down around his ankles before prematurely squirting all over the carpet. Tina did not want that happening tonight. She tried breaking the kiss several times saying, "Please stop....we got all night...no need to rush" But each time she was only able to blurt out a few words before he covered her lips with his in another kiss. Tony didn't reply to her comment about the last drink aloud. He was glad she'd had the last drink. It would make her more controllable when he showed her his true colors. He'd be able to do whatever he wanted to her, and she'd barely be able to fight back. At least until she started to sober up. He ignored her words, holding her pinned against his front door as he began to strip her, dropping all her clothes right by the door. She was soon completely naked while he still had all his clothes on. He began running his hands over her body, his hands gripping her rather hard in certain places. Tony reached down and began undo his pants, pulling his cock out of his pants. He reached down and raised her legs and slammed into her, slamming her against the door as he began to fuck her, his mouth becoming rougher on hers. Tina kept imploring Tony to slow down, and not rush things. But he ignored her words and seemed to be concerned solely by his own lust. Then he methodically began to undress her. Tina struggled against him, but his strength and her slow reflexes due to the alcohol quickly left her nude. Then he began to grope her hard. Her breasts and behind were squeezed causing her to yell out in pain. Why was he so driven to do this quickly Tina wondered. They had the whole night together if they wanted. This was Tina's first time, and she wanted to make it special. She even implored Tony to slow down saying, "Please Tony slow down...it's my first time...no need to be in such a hurry." But Tony seemed not to care, as he dropped his pants and swept Tina off her feet. She squealed and threw her arms around Tony, afraid that she might fall. Realizing what was going to happen next she yelled, "I'm not ready." Moments later Tony plowed into her and she screamed. Tony put his mouth hard on hers as he continued to fuck her hard. What Tina thought would be a dreamy erotic encounter was turning into a nightmare. He obviously didn't care if she was ready or not. She was there for his enjoyment only, not hers. He continued to slam into her with powerful thrusts, making her back slam harder into the door. "A virgin, huh? Looks like I'm the only man who will fuck this cunt for a long while." He told her, laughing at her. "Because you're not leaving this house until I let you." He told her and spun around, taking them to the floor and fucking her there, battering her sex ruthlessly. Tina couldn't seem to get him to slow down, in fact he seemed to get rougher. It didn't help matters that Tina was feeling the full effect of the alcohol in her now. She tried to protest, "I not cunt, I Tina, slow down, can't we go to bedroom?" But he seemed not to hear her, or maybe he didn't care. He continued to fuck her roughly, before dragging her to the floor. Tina landed face up on her back. She rolled over onto her stomach and started to crawl away. He grabbed her ankles with both hands and jerked her backwards causing her to land hard on her stomach. Before she could get up, he rolled her back onto her back and pulled her ankles up high and wide. Tina keeps trying to get up off the floor, yelling "Hey let go of me" as her feet wiggle helplessly in the air. Then he resumed fucking her hard, his threat of keeping her there until he wants her to leave, causing Tina to gulp. He just laughed when she told him to let her go. "Not happening." He whispered into her ear. "You're in for a rough time Tina. A very rough time." He informed her, taking her even harder. Had he not had a good grip on her, the power of the thrusts would have moved her backwards on the floor. He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her almost brutally. He couldn't believe the luck, finding a perfect slave in a matter of days. Furthermore, he had the feeling that once she was sober, she'd begin fighting, and he wanted that. Furthermore, he wanted a strong woman that would be hard to break. The last one had broken in a few weeks. It had been fun, but it ended too quickly. Tina heard his words but didn't understand fully what he meant. Her alcohol soaked brain thinks Tony is saying the sex will be rough. Tina tried to get out from under Tony, but he simply grabbed her wrists and held them to the floor. All she had left to try to end this was her words. She begged and pleaded, but it was as if he said nothing. The way he's using her now she thought she might get rug burns on her butt. She vowed never to go home with a guy she didn't know really well again as she looked up at the ceiling. He ignored all her pleadings, slapping her when he grew annoyed with them. "Just shut up and take what I give." He snapped, taking her even harder. Suddenly, he pulled out of her and spun her onto her hands and knees, yanking her back to him when she tried getting away, his arm going around her neck and pulling her to him as he slammed back into her. He obviously had a great amount of stamina, and it didn't seem like he'd be stopping anytime soon. She would definitely be sore after this fuck and for everyone after that. "You feel so good around my cock." Tony whispered into her ear. "How's your first time going?" He asked her and laughed, not caring that this was obviously a rape. Tina was confused by how roughly he was treating her. She didn't understand why he needed to be this way. Tina willingly came to his place and was looking for an evening of erotic fun. Instead, she was treated to what a common whore might experience with a rough customer. When he asked how her first time was going she wanted to cry. She answered in a quiet voice, "Not so good.' But it didn't seem to matter to him at all as he continued to assault her roughly. "Isn't that too bad." He taunted her and pulled out of her and yanked her up and dragged her up the stairs by her hair, giving her no choice but to follow him or be dragged behind him. HE shoved her into his bedroom and onto his bed and pinned her there and forced her legs open to slam back into her and fucked her hard, reaching over and grabbing a pillow. "I wonder how long you can hold your breath for." He asked her and placed the pillow over her head and pressing it, cutting her air off. Tina didn't care for his tone of voice as well as his actions now. But there wasn't much she could do except verbally protest, but he acted as if he didn't care when she did that. Next it was getting dragged along by her hair to his bedroom. Once there she got pushed backwards onto the bed. Before she could even stop bouncing he was on top of her once again, forcing his way into her. "Please not like this" she protested. His response was to grab a pillow and ask he how long she could hold her breath. Tina looked at him confused and replied, "I don't know..." Her words were cut off by the pillow pressed into her face. She clawed at the pillow with her hands while her feet slashed the air above her. Was he mad, a serial killer perhaps? Tina didn't know all she cared about was getting that pillow off her face. But he was too strong, and she began to feel light-headed. Moments later her legs fell to the bed as her hands stopped moving. Tina lungs were burning from lack of oxygen and just before she passed out she thought that this would be the end. When she stopped struggling, laying still on the bed, he pulled the pillow from her face and let her breath once again, though she remained unconscious for the remaining of her fucking. He finally came inside of her and pulled out of her. He picked up her unconscious form and carried her down to his basement which he'd converted into a torture dungeon for his enjoyment. Furthermore, he carried her to a bed there and tied her to it and left her down there, turning the lights out, leaving her in complete darkness when she finally woke up. When Tina woke up she had no idea where she was. Tony was gone, and the room was pitch black. He apparently was planning to return, as Tina was tied to the bed she had been sleeping on. She could only hope that someone would rescue her before he returned. So she yelled loudly for help. Tina hoped someone would hear her as she didn't want to have Tony return to abuse her some more! He left her down there the remainder of the night. The basement was soundproofed, so none of her yelling or screaming could get through the walls or floors. He went downstairs, turning the lights on when he got down there. "How are you feeling, slut?" He asked her, moving towards the bed to stare down at her. Tina yelled over and over again hoping someone would hear her. She listened intently, as it was too dark to see anything, for any response. She never got one and eventually fell into a light sleep awakening several times. Tina thought she must have been tied to the bed for hours, although because of the darkness she couldn't know for sure.Finally, she heard the sound of footsteps. Tina's voice was hoarse, but she still managed to say in a loud voice, "Please help me. I over here." Then the lights came on. Unfortunately for Tina it was Tony who had returned. Tina squinted as her eyes adjusted to the light. She blushed as she has seen Tony looking at her naked body with each arm and leg pulled towards a different corner of the bed. She replied to his question saying, "I feel terrible. I ache and just want to go home. Just let me go now and I will not tell anyone about this." Tina knew she didn't have much leverage to gain her release now, but she still had to try. Then Tina lifted her head up from the bed and she looked around. She wasn't in the luxurious surroundings anymore. She was in what appeared to be a dungeon of some sort. "Where am I?" she asked. "You're in my basement." He told her simply. He wasn't going to tell her that she wouldn't be going home anytime soon. She'd soon figure that out for herself. "You feel terrible because you over indulged yourself with drink last night. I bet you're very thirsty?" He asked her, holding out a bottle of water. "Do you want this?" He said and opened it, taking a drink of it, moving to the side of the bed, holding it over her. "Beg for it." He ordered her. Tina was surprised that this was his basement, even though after this evening nothing should really surprise her about him anymore. He didn't say anything about letting her go, which concerned Tina. How long did he plan to keep her down here, and what did he plan to do to her? He did tie her to the bed, so Tina doubted she would be leaving soon. She really wanted to know what his plans for her were. Not that she could really change them of course. Tina was thirsty, but she thought it demeaning to have to beg for a drink of water. So she forced a little smile and said, "Could I please have some water to drink? I am really thirsty." "That's not begging. That's asking for the water. I said beg! If you beg hard enough, I may just let you have the rest of this water." He yelled at her, slapping her breasts and waited for her to do what he ordered her. Tina was getting frustrated by Tony. It wasn't bad enough that he had rough sex with her, he also brought her to his creepy basement and tied her naked to the bed with each arm and leg pointing to a different corner of the bed. Now he wanted her to beg for a drink of water! What kind of sicko was he? Still Tina was thirsty, and she obviously couldn't get the water herself so she thought she would play along with his game to get a drink she wanted. Then he slapped her breasts roughly before she yelled out, "Please Tony, I beg of you give me some water to drink. I am really thirsty and ask you to give me a drink. Please I beg of you, let me drink some water." He leaned over her. "It's not Tony. You will call me master from now on." He told her and lowered the glass of water to her lips and allowed her to drink its contents. "Don't let me hear you calling me Tony from now on, is that understood?" He demanded, running his hand over her body. Tina listened to his words. He seemed to think that he owned her now, telling her to call him Master. Tina knew she had to get out of this place as soon as she could, although she still wasn't sure exactly where she was. She was grateful for the water and eagerly gulped it down. After she finished, she said "Thank you, Master" hoping that by saying what he wanted to hear he would be nice to her and possibly let her go sooner. "You're welcome." He replied, setting the glass aside and leaning over her, looking down at her. "You're not going to fight me if I release you, are you?" He asked her, running his hands over her body. "Or do I need to leave you tied up like this, fucking you into submission?" He added, giving her two options. He'd enjoy either one she chose, so it didn't matter which one. Tina gulped as he spoke to her. Neither one of the choices he presented appealed to her, Being tied helplessly to the bed while he enjoyed her body seemed worse, so she lowered her gaze and replied in a soft voice, "I will not fight you... Master. You can release me." "Good girl." He told her and began releasing her, pulling her off the table. "Now, I want you to beg me to fuck that tight cunt of yours." He told her, pulling her tight against him, looking down at her, watching her closely to see her reaction. Tina looked at him wide-eyed before replying, "I am not going to fight you, but I don't beg a man for sex. I never have had to do that." Tina looked up at him unsure of how he would react to her words. He just leered down at her and then pulled her towards a small cage and began shoving her in. "I think you need some time to thing then." He said, shutting the cage behind her. "You're not coming out of here until you're ready to beg." He told her, smiling at her cruelly, wondering how long it would take to change her tune. Tina felt him start to move her. She expected him to push her down on the bed, but he was going somewhere else. Then she has seen it...a cage! "What...what are you doing?!? I don't want to go in there." But go in there she did after a brief futile struggle. Hearing the click of a lock, Tina knew only he could let her out. Hearing what it would take to be let out she let out a gasp, "You can't be in here...naked...like some animal...some pet. I demand to be let out." "What you want or demand doesn't matter. You'll soon learn that." He told her and left her there for the next day, not coming down, showing her what it would be like until she did what he wanted and begged. He returned the next morning and smiled down at her. "So, are you going to beg?" He asked her, squatting down by the cage to look into her eyes. Tina wondered when he would return. He had been gone for a long time, and she was getting hungry and thirsty. Finally, she heard footsteps approaching...it was him. "Please can I have something to eat? I am getting hungry... I need to eat." She looked up at him hoping they would bring her food now. "Nope. That would entail opening the cage, and that's not opening until I get what I want." He informed her, leering at her. "So, are you going to beg, or do I leave you here?" HE asked her, getting ready to leave if she didn't answer soon. Tina summoned what was left of her defiance and said, "I'm not going to beg, like some whore. I am your prisoner here, but I still have my dignity." Tina wondered how long she could continue like this as she looked at him. "Then you don't get food." He snapped and left her once again for nearly 12 hours, returning to once again ask the question. "What's your answer now?" He demanded, not even bothering to get eye level with her this time. Tina was finding it hard to think now, she was so hungry, and feeling a little light-headed too. She heard him approaching. After being asked, Tina took a deep breath and replied, "I need to eat so...you win. Please I want to have sex with you." Tina blushed as she finished her words. She looked down not wanting to see his face as she felt defeated. "You call that begging?" He asked her, leaning down and leering at her. "If you want my cock, you got to beg for it." He told her, smiling at her tauntingly. Tina grabbed hold of bars of her cage. Why did he want to degrade herself so? That question Tina couldn't answer. The only thing could really do at this moment is to do what he wanted, even though she hated it. She felt as if she couldn't hold out any longer, so she summoned the strength to speak, "Please Sir, fuck me hard...like a whore. I just want to make you happy, so use my body to do that. I need it... I want it... I... I crave it!" Tina's face was a deep red by the time she finished. A tear trickled down her cheek as she waited on his response. Tony smiled at her and opened the cage, pulling her out of it. "Show me just how much you want to fuck me." He ordered her and went and sat down. "Come over here and fuck me yourself." He said, patting his lap after he unzipped his pants and pulling his cock out of his pants. Tina didn't want to do this. She hated even the thought of doing this. But she was hungry, close to starving, so she stood up and knew that she had to do this. Her walk wasn't steady as walked over to him. She positioned herself, with her feet apart in front of him. Then she ran her hands over her body, as he watched and waited. She knew she had to please him, but this was her time to be in control if only briefly. She would let him wait on her. Knowing that he wasn't the patient type she started descending, until she was just above his now rock hard cock. With a smile she asked, "So, are you ready?" He glared at her when she asked that. "You know I am, now get riding." He snapped and slapped her across her face, not happy with her delaying tactics. "You should know not to anger me. You won't like what happens." Tina descended further until she impaled herself on him. She then began to ride him up and down, her breasts bouncing about as she entertained him. She hated doing this, but knew she had no real choice in the matter. Tina then began to increase the pace, as he looked up at her and smiled. Tina was beginning to feel like a whore now. "That's right. Ride me like the whore you are." He sneered at her, watching her as she moved up and down his large cock, loving the displeased look on her face. She was in for a long life, at least until he decided to let her go. Tina hated every moment of what Tony was forcing her to do. She rode him like he wanted, hoping he would finish soon. But it went on and on. Tina was sweating by the time he finally finished. She lowered her head for a moment, before sliding off him. He pushed her back when she started moving off of him, watching her fall to the floor. "That wasn't so hard, now was it?" He demanded, standing up and staring down at her. "Now beg me for your food, and I may just get you a meal." He told her, putting the emphasis on May. Tina looked up at him and gulped. "Please Master, may I have something to eat? It has been quite awhile, and I am famished. I just ask for you to give me something to eat, so I don't pass out. I promise to be good." "Yeah? How long will that promise last?" He asked her as he stood up and went up the stairs, closing and locking the door behind him. He returned a short while later with a plate of food for her, setting it on the table. "Enjoy." He said and sat back down. Tina was thankful for the food, and ate it quickly. She was starving, and the food was actually fairly tasty. After she finished she leaned back in her chair and looked over at him, unsure of what he might want to do to her next. Tony watched as she ate the food, hardly chewing before she swallowed. better slow down, or you'll choke on your food." He told her. When she finished, he pointed to the cage. "Get in." He ordered her, wondering if she would go in willingly. Tina looked at him and gulped before saying "You mean I have to go back in that...cage?" Tina already knew the answer before he said anything and started walking to it. She hated being inside it, it made her feel like an animal at the zoo and not a woman. Still what real choice did she have now? She couldn't escape from a locked basement. So in the cage she went waiting for him to close the door and lock her inside. "That's what I said, isn't it?" He demanded, glaring at her as she walked over and got into the cage. He closed and locked the door then squatted in front of the cage, looking at her. "This is where you'll be whenever I'm not down here. This is your room, your bed. Better get used to it." He told her then got up and left her down there, turning off the lights and locking the door behind him, a smile on his face. He left her down there the rest of the night and well into the morning. Furthermore, he came back down the stairs and smiled at her. "You're on the news." He informed her, smiling down at her. "Your parents look so worried about you." He said and laughed at her. "They'd truly worry if they knew what was happening to you." He added, laughing again. Tina heard the sound of the cage door being closed followed by the click of the lock trapping her inside. He told her that she would always be kept in the cage unless he was with her. She looked at him, her voice quivering, "Please don't leave me like this...locked up...like some animal." But leave her he did, shutting off the lights as he left. She was left to try to sleep, unaware what time it was in this windowless room with no clocks. Eventually he returned, only to tell her that she was on the news. She gasped knowing how much her friends and family must be missing her. "Enjoying your bed slut?" He asked her as he squatted down in front of the cage to stare in at her. "It does look mighty comfortable." He added, knowing it was anything but. Tina peered out through the bars of her cage to see him looking at her. He showed no emotion, and just looked at like she was an animal on display. In a way she was on display, since she was nude. In response to his question, she grabbed the bars of the cage and pulled on them from side to side. Of course, Tina was doing this only out of frustration and not of any expectation of actually bending the bars. All her efforts actually accomplished was to cause her breasts to sway invitingly for his viewing pleasure. Tina blurted, "No I am not enjoying my bed!" Then after a moment she added, "What are they saying about me on the news?" Tina was curious to learn, since she had no contact with the outside world from the confines of her cage. "That you're missing. Your parents are on there, begging for you to come home, or for whoever that's got you to let you go. But I quite like you right where you are." He told her, his eyes on her breasts. "It's an enticing view." He told her, returning his eyes to hers. He reached forward and opened the cage. "Crawl. You try to get up, and you'll find yourself back in the cage." He told her and stepped back. Tina gulped upon hearing that her parents were on the news begging for her release. She knew that not knowing where she was, or if anything had happened to her would stress them out. His words hit her like a bucket of cold water. He didn't seem inclined to release her and his words confirmed it. The way he leered at her ample bosom was a bit creepy to Tina. She moved her hands up to cover them. Then he opened her cage. He wanted out, but only if she crawled...crawled like an animal. Tina hated being in the cage. It reminded her of seeing animals at the zoo when she was younger. But she also didn't want to obey him. He took away her freedom and her clothes. Now he was after her dignity by having her crawl like a trained animal. Tina thought for a moment and then decided to exit the cage. So she crawled out, her breasts sway enticingly beneath her. She looked down, not wanting to see him. Tony stared down at her as she crawled out, a smile on his face. "Now, kneel with your hands behind your back and your head down." He told her, moving and grabbing a riding crop. "Any time you exit your cage, you are to get into this position. If you don't, you will be punished." He told her and flicked her nipple with the crop. Tina pulled her hands back behind her. She hated having to do what he said, but she had no real option. Resistance would just get her punished more. Then Tina lowered her head. Tina let out a yelp as her nipple felt the sting of the crop. She started to pull her hands in front of her to protect herself, then stopped and moved her hands back into place. A tear trickled down her cheek as she realized this would be her life from now on. He almost cracked the crop across her face when she started moving her hands to cover herself, but stopped himself when he saw her do that. "Good girl." He told her and squatted down in front of her. "You don't cover yourself from me. You did good at stopping yourself." He told her and reached out and pulled her against him, standing up as he did. He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her, backing her up and pinning her to the wall. Tina simply nodded yes when he said that she did good at stopping herself. Then pressed up against the wall he kissed her. She returns the kiss, but not passionately. She wanted to avoid the crop, and knew if she did not respond at all she would get it. Furthermore, she looked down, feeling helpless now. When she looked down, he tilted her head back up to continue the kiss, his hand moving between her legs. He pushed two fingers into her and began fingering her as he kissed her. "You behave, I won't punish you." He told her and reached up and cupped her breast. Tina didn't like pain, so she did what he wanted. She allowed him to explore her body with his hands. She was beginning to feel lost and helpless. Tina knew she had no options now. If she didn't do what he said she would be punished. Her legs trembled as she felt his hands have their way with her. Tony lowered his mouth to her breast and pulled her nipple into his mouth. His hand lowered and began stroking her sex, forcing her to become aroused from his touches.

Tormented Tina (ting ting and subjuanita)|rating:1.0

Campus rendezvous (Closed)

Maria DonnovanMediterranean of Greek mother American father Long raven hair Dark eyes Body of a dancer Well blessed form even in high school {"light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} She had managed to talk her parents into letting her move in with her sister so that she could finish her senior year of high school, and she had partied on campus whenever her sister went and even some she didn't. That's where she met Scott. He was a Jr professor there, and they hit it off well enough that he even took her to prom and was her guest at the after graduation party. They had fooled around some, but he never let it go too far. She however knew that he was more reluctant that he would admit when he stopped their actions and left. She knew she had power and now that she was a freshman at the university she was going to use that power and allow him to give into his thoughts hungers and desires. Oh, she knew he was seeing his department heads daughter but after seeing the little wilting violet she knew there was no competition she would be able to get him and if he kept the bosses' daughter on the side so be it she might just have a guy or two on the side as well. She made sure that her schedule was changed at the last possible second so that all he would know was that there was a new student added to his roster but not time enough to find out who. Sitting right up front she wore a billowy off the shoulders almost gauze thin top with a spaghetti strap second skin top under it and a short billowy skirt and 3-inch heels her hair pulled up like she wore it to her graduation. Remembering all too well him pulling the clip out of her hair and her waist length hair cascading down over his hands and face as he kissed her neck and caressed her form through her satiny blouse. She smiled as she watched him nearly fall over the corner of the desk when he saw here there. Her long legs crossed at the ankles and tucked beside the chair legs. She licked her lips slightly and leaned back a little twirling a lock of hair around her fingers. Those dark exotic eyes watching him. She knew that every guy in the class was locked on her, but she couldn't care less she had only one target for now and that was Scott. Let the games begin... Scott Henderson Scott would be lying to himself if he said there wasn't times when he thought back to that summer with Maria. The reason why he had to stop what was going on between them is because he was engaged to his boss' daughter, and not that he cared that much about her anymore, but he was afraid if he got caught by her that she would break up with him, and he would lose his job. A new year was starting at the university and Scott knew there was going to be a new student added to this class. When he turned around after jotting a couple of things on the chalk board he almost fell over his desk when he saw who the new student was. It was Maria. Why was she here in my class did she actually do this on purpose or did she not know he was the teacher, was all Scott was thinking to himself. He just flashed her an awkward smile and went on with teaching the class. Trying hard not to glance over at her, he didn't want to give her the wrong idea, nothing else was going to happen between them, well at least Scott hoped he could keep something from happening between them. IOC Scott Henderson Since the pic seems unwilling to work for Orgasmicallyfun Catching the smile she winked and sat there listening like a "good student" all the while remembering the limo after prom and how close he had let them come how close he had let himself come to giving in to her body and his desire. While taking notes she paused briefly a couple of times tapping the pen against her neckline reminding him of their kisses. Licking her lips from time to time "innocently" enough and waiting till the end of class and everyone having left the room and walking over to his desk and leaning forward slightly propping herself up with her hands on the desk, and in that soft voice spoke. Glad we are used to hanging out together I really think I am going to need a lot of help with this class. A loose bit of hair falling and draping over one eye she watched him for a moment before speaking again. Its all legal now... no need to hide behind social expectations any more Scott. Swing by tonight I have a surprise for ya. Pausing only long enough to see if he can speak or tries to before turning around and walking out of class her skirt floating up for a brief second in the back at how fast she turned offering a slight vision of her as she left on those long statuesque legs and high heels just adding to their enticement. Noticing Maria tapping the pen on her neck made him think of all the times he kissed her neck, loving how soft and smooth her skin was and how she smelt and everything. He snapped out of it and focused on teaching his lesson. When she came to his desk after class and leaned over this gave Scott a great view of her cleavage, even though he tried not to look. "Maria what happened in the past was great, but I don't know if you know this, but I am engaged to my bosses daughter and I can't risk my job." Scott said softly as she walked away giving him a quick flash of her lush ass. Pausing at the door she looked back over her shoulder. Ohh I know you talked in your sleep when you fell asleep on the couch while we were watching that movie with Ravenna. You really don't sound happy with Sarah and I know you are not satisfied with your relationship in other ways too... Like I said... come by... for old times sake... we can talk about class... and you can find out the surprise. With that she was gone. Headed to her next class... Dance. Scott sat there thinking about whether he should actually go see her tonight or not. He was deep in thought as his next class started walking in. He just went on with the day teaching his classes and also wondering what kind of surprise she would have for him. The last class was over, and he was sitting there at his desk remembering that summer spent with her and how close they got. He packed his things in his bag and slung it over his shoulder as he walked down the hall to the faculty room where he got some coffee and had a quick chat with some other teachers before walking out to his car. She and some of the girls were walking across the quad still dressed for dance class in the bodysuits and hip scarves as Maria was showing them some of the arm moves and hand moves for Belly dancing and twirling around. She saw him walking and winked his way unseen by her friends. Her mother had taught her a lot about dancing and belly dancing as well as many other forms of traditional dancing and that had been evident when she danced with Scott just last year at her graduation and prom. Scott climbed in his car and seeing her twirling around like that brought back memories of him taking her to prom. How they dance close together all night long. He drove home and couldn't stop thinking about Maria. Once he got home he went through the usually daily routine with Sarah, dinner and then sitting together on the couch watching TV while he graded some papers. It has been a long time since they actually had sex, their relationship was dull to him, but he had to put up with it because if something happened between them, he would lose his job. "Damn, honey I forgot some important papers back at the university and I really need to go get them. I'll be back okay?" Sarah said alright with that he was out the door and heading back towards the school. He pulled up in front of where Maria was staying and sat in his car wondering if he was actually going to go through with this. Maria had full ownership of her sisters' condo now that Ravenna had moved. Ravenna has even paid for a full year for her Maria to live there. It was all hers a private place away from campus where they could have their fun, and she could have her fun. She was in the living room practicing the belly dancing her outline visible through the curtain but only barely. As Scott looked over at the house he could barely make out what had to be Maria belly dancing in the living room. Taking a quick look around before getting out of the car he walked up the steps to the front porch and knocked on the door. Answering the door she smiled. Well Hello Scott... what a surprise... come in. Gesturing for him to come into the house she turned the skirt billowing out as her long hair flowed around her shoulders as she walked back into the condo. Scott followed her into the condo looking at her from head to toe. "I can't stay long I told Sarah I was coming to the university to grab some papers." Scott said as he followed her back into the living room Why did you come Scott? She walked over to him The beep bright blue set against her soft naturally tanned earthen toned skin. Looking every part Greek as she stood there Ravenna moved... The condo is all mine... a nice private place whenever you want to spend time again. "Well you asked me to come and you said we would talk school, so I figured you needed help with something" Scott said as he observed what Maria was wearing as he sat down on the couch. Of course... Let's talk school... So what all can I expect from this class and you as a professor? Glancing over... care for a drink? I was going to have some Chianti. "Sure you can pour me a glass. And well my class is pretty basic when it comes to calculus. Pretty much the same as any other calculus class really." She went to the kitchen and got the drinks walking back out handing it to him... Good to hear and glad it's you teaching it. Cheers. She was casual about it as if there was nothing going on beyond them talking and having a drink. As he took a sip of the drink he glanced over at her "So I see your still practicing your belly dancing. That is good, because I remember how you danced at the prom" Dance with me Scott... She stood up reaching to him. Hidden in her hand was a copy of the condo door key hidden to drop into his pocket. A small smile came over Scott's face as he stood up. "Alright why not, just like old times" He said figuring dancing with her was harmless. She smiled as she waited for him to walk over to her as she began dancing. She had kept up with it and learned much more as her body undulated against him as she slithered into his arms. Her hand slipping past her pocket as she let the key softly slip into his jacket pocket. Her hips sway her arms snake around him and then out and along his arms before returning to rest around his hips and waist. Scott was loving the way Maria danced. It seems that she learned some new moves from the last time they danced. He was completely oblivious that she slipped the key into his pocket as they kept dancing. She leaned her head back her eyes closed exposing her neck and collarbone to him as she had before wondering if she would feel his lips against her as she had before. Talk to me Scott She took his hands and guided them to her hips as she danced He started remembering kissing all over her neck as he did during the previous summer. She guided his hands to her hips as she kept dancing causing him to get a little closer. "I was really surprised to see you in my class today." Figured you might like my being in your class... She smiled. I kinda figured you might like our being able to reconnect now that it's all... legal... well except for your fiancée but we both know your feelings on that. Dancing closer against him her hips undulating against his as she moved a little closer slowly with each move of her hips and body. So what really brought you over here Scott? "I still don't know about us reconnecting, I mean one wrong move, and we get caught which means I will lose my job, and this job is everything to me. I worked so hard to get where I'm at." Glancing down at his watch Scott spoke again "I should be leaving in a few minutes, so Sarah doesn't get suspicious." He said trying to avoid her question. That's why you tell anyone who asks you are tutoring a student... that student just happens to be me... Watching him avoid the question she smiled leaning in closer giving him full view of cleavage as she leaned closer to his ear. Good just long enough to answer me... What Really brought you here Scott? Soft warm breathy voice falling on his ear and she nipped at his earlobe faintly sealing her question. Scott closed his eyes feeling her warm breath on his neck and then feeling her nip at his ear sent chills down his spine. "I. I wanted to see you again Maria. I've thought about you a lot since the summer." Well then let's have another glass of Chianti and you tell me all about it Scott. She was still there near his ear voice a soft warm whisper "I want to... but I really can't, I have to get back home." He paused looking into Maria's sparkling eyes. "Tomorrow night okay?" She smiled... Tomorrow night...and by the way... part of your surprise is in your pocket She kissed his cheek and smiled slipping from his arms. Having a puzzled look on his face Scott started checking his pockets until he found the key. "What is this a key too?" He asked having an idea of what the key opened he just wanted to confirm it It's your key to the condo Scott... don't play innocent our last time of hanging out here on the couch we got a tad too close for that. They had never gone too far, but that was their closest sensual encounter. She could still remember his touch at that moment under the bottom edge of her top but never leaving her waist. Maria mentioning their last encounter on the couch certainly brought back memories for Scott. "Alright well I'll see you tomorrow night then" He said as he slipped the key back into his pocket as he headed for the front door. She smiled to him and went back to her dancing. She knew she had him thinking again and that was going to be a plus unless Sarah gained some creativity or sexual hunger which was not likely. "Well goodbye Maria and see you tomorrow in class." And with that Scott walked out the front door and drove back home. When he got there Sarah was about to head to bed so he joined her, of course just like any other night, no sex. Morning came quick and Scott got up and took a shower and got ready then head off to the school. She slept well in dreams of the game and what steps to take next to wear down those noble defenses of Scott. She woke remembering a simple black blouse and jeans that she had worn to one of the campus parties where she had caught his eye to begin with and thought that might be the perfect outfit for the day. A pair of black boots to match her hair pulled back like before she arrived a little early for class taking her seat there in the front row and waiting. Soft jasmine scent in the surrounding air. Scott arrived at the school around the same time as usual and went into the faculty room to grab the usual cup of coffee. He walked to his classroom and then started writing some of that day's lessons on the board. He could hear the class starting to arrive one by one and turned around to see Maria. Instantly recognizing the outfit she had on as the one she was wearing when they first met. He flashed her a quick smile as she sat down. She bit her lip "innocently" at his smile as she smiled back. Trailing her pen again along her neck she appeared to be paying attention, but she was planning what to wear in case he stopped by tonight. During the whole class lesson it was hard for Scott not to stare directly at Maria, he kept glancing at her watching her trail the pen along her soft smooth skin. Today was a class heavy day for her running back and forth across the quad over the course of the day. Finally getting back home she ran out to the store to pick up a few things for dinner and later. Suspecting he might be by she had bought a long spaghetti strap gown and matching sheer robe in a deep burgundy. Fixing up some traditional food she had made enough for two but if he did not show up that was fine too. The day went by fairly quick and before Scott knew it he was back home doing the same boring daily routine with Sarah. As she was getting ready to cook dinner her he told her that he had to go tutor a student. She said it was okay since it was for work. He got into his car and headed to Maria's condo. He pulled the key from his pocket as he walked up to the door. Furthermore, he unlocked the door and knocked twice while opening it "Hello Maria?" Stepping from the kitchen she stood there framed by the doorway as she smiled to him. Hello Scott... I was beginning to think you had decided not to show up... Dinner? Or just more talking? She took a step closer to him and smiled "Dinner sounds good" He flashed her a smile as he observed what she was wearing, and he thought to himself that he really liked it. Walking over closer to him a hand reaching to his cheek. Well then let's go eat. The gown on closer inspection was fairly low cut. As she got close to him, he could smell that perfume she had on, the one he smelled every night they spent together during the summer. He just nodded as she turned around, and he followed her to the kitchen. Walking into the kitchen she turned glancing at him as she gestured to the table. Hope ya like it Scott. So what brought you here this time? Turning once more to face him as she moved to the table to sit down. "Food" He said teasingly with a grin on his face as he sat down at the table. Sitting down she told him what all she had fixed as she began to eat. The food was already on the table as if she was expecting him to show up. Hope you like it. SO what should we talk about? Scooting himself and the chair closer to the table Scott picked up the fork and started to eat the food. "MMM it's good" He said after a few bites. Looking up at Maria he smiled. "Well what do you think of my class so far?" It's been two days its alright... She laughed. Next question dodging question Scott. Her hand moved to rub a fingertip along her collarbone and neck absently or at least appeared to be absently. "I think it should be the hostess who asks the questions and not the guest" He grinned at her as he spoke in a joking tone before taking a few more bites of food. So what do you think we should do tonight... beyond dinner? Watching him as they ate... she liked this he had come by two days in a row... yet remained back and away from anything beyond their dancing curious she thought. "Once again should that be the job of the hostess? To decide what we are going to do?" Scott said again in a joking tone. He was messing around with her just like he did during the summer. Maria didn't seem to mind it either so he never really stopped. Well in that case she smiled and made more small talk till they were done eating and then walked over to him and getting a hold of his tie she moved to lead him to the couch. Pressing a hand on his chest to knock him back onto the couch she smiled and moved to curl on the couch her legs draped over his lap and trailed her hand down his chest nipping at his earlobe. Like I said in class on day one... age no longer matters... it's all legal now... so what do you really want Scott and don't avoid the question. Scott liked how Maria lead him over to the couch by his tie and then pushed him down onto it curling up by his side. He just looked over at her remembering how close they came before and how badly he wanted and thought about her everyday since then. She nipped at his ear and neck awaiting an answer to her question. "I think it's pretty obvious what I want Maria. Ever since the summer I've been thinking about you, but I don't know if I can go through this and risk my job" Then we... just have... to find ways... that... you are... not... risking your job... She turned his face to hers and kissed him softly between every few words as she let the robe fall off of her shoulders as she sat there. Feeling her lips on his face after all this time seemed like a dream to Scott. Looking over at her neck the urges took over, and he leaned down and started to place kisses up along her neck and collarbone like he used too. Feeling his lips on her neck she moaned softly. Her lips parting more as the kiss deepened. Scott loved Maria's soft and very smooth skin. She smelt so good and this made him spend his time kissing her neck. Planting soft kisses all over on both sides of her neck She gasped softly feeling him surrendering to the kisses and kissing along her neck. Her hands moved to his shirt unbuttoning his shirt as she broke the kiss. So... how far you want to let this go tonight lover? "I don't know Maria. As much as I want to I don't think I'm ready to go all the way yet. Let's just take it slow okay?" Okay so make whatever next move ya comfortable with, and I will follow ya lead Darwin. She smiled staring into his eyes. He leaned back down and started kissing her neck again. Running his lips along her soft skin from kiss to kiss as his hand ran down her side to the bottom of her shirt. The GOWN she was wearing was long but feeling his hands searching she guided them to the bottom of the gown and moved to stand to lift it to her waist. Then sitting back down her lips never leaving his. Scott slowly worked his hand under the gown. Seeming a little hesitant he moved his hand a couple inches up under the gown and stopped moving his hand. It was similar to the one night they were making out during the summer and his hand was at the bottom of her shirt. We can take this as slow as you want... Lifting his face to her as she whispered kissing him tenderly. Her hand still caressing his chest and face as she kissed from his lips to his neck. His hand moved up some more under her gown, sliding up her soft skin as they kept sharing a passionate kiss. She pressed more into the kiss whimpering at his tender touch a soft gasp slipping from the kiss. Her hands caressing his chest as she moved to pull his shirt from his waistband trying to push his shirt off of his shoulders. Not resisting at all Scott help get his shirt off looking into Maria's eyes. He smiled before placing a hand on her neck pulling her in for another passionate kiss placing his hand up under her gown again letting it slide up further on her side this time. He felt his fingertips graze against her warm breasts Curling in close with the passionate kiss her arms moving to drape around his neck feeling his fingers on her breasts she gasped softly. Yes Love She broke the kiss long enough to whisper that little bit. Scott knew this was wrong since he was married, but his hands did not stop moving. He had a beautiful girl sitting in front of him and although his mind was telling him he should stop his body did not let him. His big hands kept working up and down he sides, his fingertips grazing her firm breasts every time he came back up her sides. They kept sharing a perfect passionate kiss. She knew what she wanted to say to him as she broke this kiss staring into his eyes. She saw the confusion in his as she moved to begin to kiss and nip at his neck. Furthermore, she wanted so badly to tell him to make love to her but not with that confusion in his eyes. Take it slowly she reminded herself mentally as she moved one of her hands to rest on his when his hand neared her breast. Pausing him there for a moment the hand closest to her heart. Feeling her hand on top of his Scott stopped moving his hand, resting right by her heart. He was gazing into her sparkling brown eyes. He was overcome with so many feeling right now he didn't know whether to keep going or to stop. There was that confusion in his eyes so she whispered. Love take a deep breath and think about what you feel the safest doing right now. She smiled at him and traced fingertips along his jawline and cheeks just being there for him. Looking into her eyes he could tell they were filled with desire. He slid his hand more up her chest until his hand was on her firm bare breasts. They were so warm Scott loved how they felt. She gasped softly her lips still close to his ear as his hand now gripped her breast. She could not stop herself the words slithered from her lips on a soft warm breath wishing over his ear. Make love to me He said nothing but kept working his hand on her breast. Working his other hand on her hip close to her ass. Placing his lips on her neck again loving her smooth skin Her eyes closed her hands moving to his hips and waistline. Trailing over his hips under the pants slowly teasingly moving closer to his manhood fingertips tracing around the head when she felt her fingers brush against it. Scott sighed as he felt Maria's finger around his cock. He started firmly rubbing and massaging her warm firm breasts. Feeling the change in his pace and the sigh against her skin she purred and began to caress him more... When was he going to spook himself or talk himself out of this or was he? She didn't care all she knew was for now he was hers. Scott sighed again as she started to caress his large manhood. His hands still working her heavenly breasts. He knew this was wrong to be doing to Sarah, but it was her fault for never letting him touch her anymore. As the seconds went by Scott was becoming more and more okay with doing this. Why don't we go get more comfortable Scott She whispered softly in his ear as she caressed him more pressing her breasts against his hands with a soft gasp? "Sure it's your place we can do whatever you'd like to Maria" Scott grinned while still placing kisses on her neck not wanting to remove his lips from her soft flesh She moved pulling him with her to the fireplace. Quickly starting a fire and then pulling the blankets off the couch and a couple of throw pillows as well and pulled him to the floor with her. Now isn't that better... Scott watched her as she laid down on the blanket and pillows. He kicked off his shoes and sat down on the blanket next to her. "Yes it is better" He said eyeing her from head to toe Stretching out the gown now resting over each and every curve as she smiled to him. Now... where were we? Reaching a hand to guide him to laying down with her and pulling him in close for a kiss. As he was pulled on top of her all he was thinking about was how sexy Maria was. He was no longer thinking about Sarah as she barely showed any interest in him at all. Scott kissed her back with great passion as he placed a hand on her hip moving it in small circles. She knew he would forget for now but the light of day she knew he would be right back loyal and trying to avoid her eyes but for tonight he was hers. Her hands moved to his pants and slowly began to try to wriggle them down off his hips as her fingers grazed over his firmness. Her lips sealed to his her body partly pinned there beneath him as she gasped softly between kisses. Scott help Maria get his pants off so he only had boxers on now. She could clearly see the bulge from his massive manhood that were trying to escape the confines of the boxers. He could not pry his lips from her body. Undulating her slender form beneath him her hands moved to his boxers and caressed him more. Her head tossed back from all the pleasure from just his lips. He groaned softly as Maria's hand kept working at his manhood through his boxers. Scott ran his hand to the bottom of her gown and started pulling it up slowly. Still kissing her neck moving his lips up towards her jaw Undulating her body so that he could guide the gown all the way to her waist before having to pause his lips and sit up to slip out of the gown. Sitting there in nothing but bikini style matching underwear she smiled to him staring deep into his eyes as her hand moved to caress his cheek. "You look amazing Maria" Scott said softly as he felt her hand on his cheek. He ran his hand down her side trailing his fingers along her soft smooth skin. Taking his other hand and placing it back on her neck using his thumb and running it softly along her bottom lip while looking into her eyes. Kissing the thumb that traced her lips as she smiled looking into his eyes. Her hand still tracing his cheek as she leaned up to kiss him. Still barely able to believe they had gotten this far without him running away. He leaned down to meet her halfway for the kiss. His tongue slid in between her parted lips and started exploring her mouth as his hand kept running up and down her side. As his hand found her breasts again, Scott's head starting filling with guilty thoughts, and it seemed as he was becoming hesitant again towards the beautiful Maria Pressing hungrily into the kiss. Her hands caressing his cheeks and chest. She whimpered into the kiss. Pressing her breasts into his hands her tongue dancing with his as they kissed so deeply. It seemed that Scott wasn't returning the kiss as passionately as before. He removed his hand from her breast and placed it on the ground next to her body. He was starting to worry about getting caught and losing his job and everything. Furthermore, he finally decided to break the kiss. "I have to go Maria, sorry" He said before pulling his shirt back on and hurrying out of the house and into his car before driving off. She sat there watching him... What insane hold did that wilting violet have on him in their nearly sexless arrangement... He was worth the effort though tonight proved that to her. She shut everything down and headed up to her room to go to bed for the night still thinking about his words and his touch. When he got home he was asked questions about how his day was and how the tutoring went, and he just made stuff up to Sarah as they went on their normal routine before heading to bed. The next morning on the way to school Scott was a little nervous about seeing Maria after barging out on her last night. Sitting down at his desk while sipping the coffee he had he started going through the days' lesson plan. She was right on time for class in a short black skirt and a top that tied up the sides. Her own little subtle way of reminding him of caressing her sides then night before. Her hair pulled back and clipped as she focused on the class not intentionally trying to hold his attention. Scott definitely took notice of the top Maria had on. Remembering the feel of her soft warm Welsh against his fingers from the previous night. He tried not focusing on her as he taught the days' lesson. Then after handing out a few assignments sat down at his desk and started grading papers that he never got around to doing last night. She decided to give him a few days of just little sensory reminders... perfume... outfits... stuff to have his minds going back to their last night together. Get him to the point he was hungry again... to the point he needed to see her again. The next couple of days went by, and it seemed that the other night had been forgotten. Though everything Maria wore and the perfume she had on kept bringing back memories of that night even if he tried forgetting. It was now Friday and the little reminders of the other night were beginning to get to Scott, and he found himself craving Maria as the day began. Writing on the chalkboard he found himself excited to see her. Her hair pulled up in soft clip and curled softly. A flowing dress from dance class and heels that showed off her legs as she sat there legs crossed at the ankles tucked along the side of the desk as she smiled at him. Scott flashed a smile back before turning to the class and starting the days lecture. The class seemed to go by forever as he was having trouble taking his eyes off of Maria who just looked stunning in the dress she was wearing. After class, she was walking around campus for a bit talking to a few people. She was slowly making her way to his office... his eyes told her he was "hungry" again so it was time to up the taunting and up the adventure a little. She spotted his fiancée also talking with her father at the opposite end of the hall from his office as she simply slipped into his office. She closed the door behind her once she walked in the open door and smiled to him walking over to his desk. I thought We should talk about the other night... "Maria what are you doing here? Sarah is right outside with my boss. You picked a hell of a time to talk about the other night." Scott said as he kept glancing back towards the door in case they walked in. Oh... I didn't notice them out there... She walked over to his desk and around to sit on the desk near him. What do you really want Scott? Fingertips trailing over her own neck and collarbone as she spoke. "Maria look Sarah is the daughter of my boss and if I do anything to hurt her I'm going to lose my job so that explains what happened the other night." He watched her finger trail over her neck, and he just wanted to start kissing her all over her neck like he was the other night. That's why you "tutor" me, and we can have our time with no one any the wiser. I mean it's not like she would know what the scent of sex was anyway to hear you talk before. She smiled watching him she knew they were there and how long she had before he would hear them. "Look I don't know what's going on with me, but I know I sound like a broken record, but this could make me lose my job and that's really all I got left going for me right now." She moved his chair back a little and leaning forward a little to kiss him softly. Her arms draping around his shoulders as she stood there leaning forward giving him clear sight down her cleavage. Making sure that if anyone showed up his first response would be to guide her back up under the desk. She knew her plan might just work for now or make him feel invincible or would scare him to death. Scott... She leaned close to his ear to whisper... Can't you just imagine tutoring me here one night and then just taking me there on your desk... or maybe renting that same limo and you're finishing what you started there? She could hear someone coming down the hall, but it could have been a student, but she bet it was his fiancée. The sound was distant and faint so they had time as she whispered again. Or maybe just here in my condo... living out whatever fantasy we want. Maria's touch and comments she was making were turning Scott on. He kept an ear out for the voice in the hallway so if it got close enough to his door he would be forced to push Maria underneath his desk. "Maria look you can't be doing this here." He said almost sounding panicky in his voice. Sure we can... All you have to do is lock your office door Scott... that's all then all the security and the danger... all together. She heard the voice getting closer as she nipped at his earlobe whispering once more. Tell me you don't want to do all I said and more Scott. Tell me how badly you want to take me right here and now... The voices in the hall were getting louder, and he could make out the familiar voices of Sarah and Scott's boss. Then he heard the doorknob start to turn, and he panicked and pushed Maria under his desk and scooted his chair closer so she couldn't get out until they were gone. "Be quiet please" He said before the door opened She waited till she heard them walk in, and he was busy talking before reaching her hand up and slipping the zipper of his pants down doubting even he had noticed. Luckily the desk was an old-fashioned desk that rested solidly on the floor all the way around and had lots of room underneath. Slowly she slipped her hand into the opened zipper as she smirked finding the opening to his boxers as well and feeling that he was semi hard from their few moments before being interrupted. She caressed him for a moment before quietly readjusting and getting her lips and tongue to his manhood and licking softly at first before her lips enveloped him, and she began to quietly suckle at him. Her fingertip also moving to caress his shaft and sack, and she pressed her breasts against his legs. Scott and his boss started talking about various school topics such as his class' test scores and such while Sarah sat there and listened. Then he couldn't believe what he was feeling, Maria pulled his cock out of his pants and was now giving him a blowjob. It's been months since Sarah gave him a blowjob and this just felt incredible it took ever fiber in his body not to groan out. He tried getting her to stop without making it obvious that someone was under the desk, but he couldn't. She knew he had told her that Sarah had tried just to humor him but had gotten too grossed out by it and threatened him with Daddy if he ever tried to get her to do anything like that again. Such a prim and proper wilting violet of a girl... she was surprised that he had gotten her to try it but not surprised that she had hated it and expected that they go back to the missionary three minutes of your going to fast your hurting me are you done yet sex life she had heard him talk about in his sleep. Maryia continued to suck on him and lick at him and nip. Feeling him growing so big and hard in her mouth was so hot intoxicating and had her so hungry and yearning knowing she would have him desperate and crazed as well before they left. She would be careful not to take him too close to that edge, but stopping would be hard. Maria was making him feel so good. The way she worked her lips and tongue on his massive shaft was incredible. She was making him feel so much better than Sarah ever had before. He stopped trying to get her to stop with his hand and placed it softly on the top of her head. The conversation seemed to be going on forever Once she knew he was close she had to make herself stop and wait for his guests to leave so that he could lock his office door, and they could have some fun. After a seemingly endless conversation Sarah and his boss left, and he let out a soft long groan. Scooting his chief back some and looking down to see his manhood all slick and wet with Maria's saliva. "What the hell Maria? Do you know how risky that was?!" You can't tell me you didn't enjoy every second of it Scott. God feeling you growing so big and hard between my lips. She stepped out from under his desk her hair a little fuddled from his hand in her hair. She stared into his eyes and smiled licking her lips. Furthermore, she knew she had him at least hungry now to see if he will send her away or lock the door and give in. He stood up zipping his pants back up. "I have to say Maria even though it did feel good I'm fairly disappointed in you. To do something that risky was very careless" Brow raised she walked to the door and paused locking it. There... no risk. Next excuse to deny yourself what we both know you want Scott. Scott sat back down in his chair trying to figure out something to say. "Look after a close call like that I don't know if this is a good idea Maria" She turned her back to the door as she stood there for a moment before slowly walking over towards him unclipping her hair as she did. Are you needing more... encouragement? Biting at her lip she made her way back over to him. Shaking her hair loose as she was now standing right in front of him and her hands were lifting and toying with his tie. His eyes slowly go up Maria's body as she was now standing right in front of him as she started playing with his tie. He was so turned on he wanted to do more after that amazing blowjob she gave him. Afraid of getting Vaught but the locked door making him feel a little more at ease after the close call. She leaned forward standing there her lips a breath from his ear as she asked again. Do you need more... encouragement Scott? Maybe you need he to help you get so big and hard again? Or are you just ready to take your defenseless student you have trapped here in your office? While she was a fairly knowledgeable about many things sexual she was still "innocent" and had many a design of him being the one to take that innocence from her. She knew he knew that she was as well as she spoke again. Just picture "taking" your innocent defenseless student here in your office behind a locked door... or maybe you would want to record it on video... We could record all of our encounters... Every fantasy... or every tender moment of love making... Hiding them at my place to make sure Sarah doesn't find them. Looking into his eyes... so Scott... what do you Really want? Scott was just blown away by everything Maria had just said to him. His manhood was rock solid and bulging at his pants again. He was tempted to just make love to her right there and then on his desk, but his conscious was getting the better of him. "God Maria... I... I.... can't" Hearing him she just reached a hand down to that rock hard shaft and unzipping his pants again her fingers caressing him as she whispered once more... Tell me you don't want me right now Scott... that you don't want everything I just said and more. She smiled watching him her hands caressing his shaft her soft breath at his ear her breasts near his face. "Oh god" He said softly as she started caressing his manhood. Her breasts so close to his face and her warm breath sending shivers down his spine. Not being able to fight the urge much longer he placed his hands on her hips as she kept working her hand on his shaft. Feeling how rock hard he was she was almost disappointed she had loved the feel of him growing between her lips. She whispered again... Since they call it taking virginity... Scott was at the point where he was stuck in between doing it with Maria and not doing it. He sat there quiet as he was thinking hard. Was he going to take her virginity? Even Scott didn't know right now, but it seems his hands had other plans as they kept roaming up her sides and reached her breasts and started massaging them gently. Maria smiled and pressed her breasts against his hands as she moved to loosen his tie and started to unbutton his shirt. She wondered how far he would let himself go or would he in fact take her there in his office. She used his tie to pull the rolling chair back to the desk as she backed up and sat down on the edge of his desk resting one of her heels on the chair beside him. Her dress falling back a little to reveal her knee and part of her thigh. Scott was so turned on it seemed there was no resisting her anymore. He slid one hand from her breasts to her thigh and kept sliding the dress back until her panty covered womanhood was revealed. Catching a scent of her arousal as he did so. Sliding his hand slowly down her thigh until his fingers rested on her panties. Feeling hos soft and warm her pussy was through them as he started moving his fingers softly. Once she felt his fingers caressing her through her thong she smiled... That's it Scott baby... take liberties with your defenseless young student... let all that pent-up hunger and desire free... Leaning forward and pulling him closer to her, she kissed him then whispered. Big strong dirty you planned this didn't you're trapping your prey in your office like this so you can take her... isn't that right. Doing whatever you want to her and making her do things to you... that's what my Scott wants isn't it. Isn't that why they call it taking someone's virginity? She smiled more to him... I could tell you more of what you said in your sleep during the movie that night if you want. I already did one of the things you mumbled in your sleep. A finger dipping down to trail over his hard shaft as she said that. "We.what else did I say in my sleep?" Scott asked sighing softly as he felt her fingers trail over his manhood. Still working his hands on her perfect breasts. She smiled to him. Clearly while you were laying there holding me while you dozed during the movie, and you let your hands caress through my blouse you were dreaming about us doing so much more... She slipped off the desk and was slowly wriggling her way to the floor again. You clearly are envisioning me riding you... you talked about how Sarah didn't satisfy you, and you thought she almost hated sex all together, and you also seemed to also be dreaming about me doing this... With that she had his manhood out of his boxers and slowly teasingly began licking and softly nipping at the firm shaft. Telling him one more thing... You said you needed me After that she enveloped him between her lips and began to suckle on him hungrily. Listening to what she was saying Scott wondered if she was making it up just to get him to desire her more. Then watched as she pulled his cock out of his boxers and started giving him a blow job again. "MMM god Maria that feels so good!" Feeling him regrow whatever firmness he had lost she then stood back up and smiled at him. Using his loosened tie to pull him to his feet she guided his hands to the zipper of her dress. Take what we both know you want Scott felt his fingers rub against the zipper to her dress. Using two of his fingers he gripped the zipper and slowly pulled it down loosening her dress. Looking into her sparkling brown eyes. Scott... she whispered... What do you want? Do you want to force me onto your desk and take me? Or maybe you wanna "force" me to do things to you first or do things to me first... Fantasy... you have me locked here in your office... we both want this... we both need this... rough... passionate... raw... primal... take me lover... take me Maria's dress was now on the floor and Scott placed his hands on her hips then tightened his grip lifting her up and sitting her on the edge of his desk. "You are so naughty Maria, you know how to get what you want don't you?" Scott said as he ran his hands up her sides to her firm breasts that he loved so much and started caressing them. Are you trying to say you don't want this too Scott? She whimpered under his caress... You can honestly tell me you don't what all I have said and more? You don't want to ravage your student here in your office where you have her trapped and now nearly naked... for you to take for you to have your way with... You can honestly tell me you don't want this... that you have not thought about this. He placed his index finger over her soft lips. "Shhh" Scott said softly as he took a couple steps to the point where his hard member was pressing against her. "I never said I didn't want you I'm just afraid of the consequences" He removed the finger from her lips and the leaned down and pressed his lips to hers embracing her in a deep passionate kiss. At first curling into the kiss then "innocently" struggling once the kiss broke she winked. She wanted him to take her... She wanted this first time to be some rough fantasy. The big strong professor forcing himself innocent defenseless student... making her do things and doing things to her. She whispered into his ear once more... Take what you want lover... I want you, but I need this like this... think of it as living out a fantasy on both our parts I know you have wanted to take me and I want you to... Scott took a step back to get out of his pants and boxers before stepping back to where he was pressing up against her. His manhood pressing against her panties feeling how soft and warm she was underneath of them. Grabbing her hair and pulling it back, so her neck was on display for him, and he leaned down to place kisses all over her neck and collarbone. She whimpered faintly at him pulling her hair. Not a pain just her being "defenseless" against him. Her hands moved to his chest pressing weakly against him. Feeling his firmness right against her, she trembled. Her mind a blur with desire and thoughts of everything that could happen between them. "You want me to take your virginity Maria?" Scott asked in a deep voice as he kept placing kisses all over her soft skin. He tried pressing against her more, but the desk was preventing him. His left hand caressing her firm breasts Yes she whimpered breathlessly. Take.yeah... Her eyes fell shut as she whimpered softly in his embrace. Feeling his hand on her breast she moved her hips a little to press against his firmness. He stepped back and grabbed her panties and slowly pulled them off revealing her bare pussy to him. He kissed his way up her right leg making sure to give her womanhood a few soft kisses, she was so wet his lips were coated with her juices after those kisses. She tensed faintly feeling the kisses another soft whimper falling from her lips. So innocent in all of this never feeling anything like this before her fingertips however seemed to move on instinct as she reached to caress the side of his face and hair. Getting a taste of her sweet pussy as he kissed her and Scott wanted to taste more. He parted his lips and started running his tongue along her slit. Her juices coating his tongue giving him an even better taste of her sweet juices. She gasped again a whimper falling from her lips as sensations she could have never imagined. Yes... After tasting her sweet pussy Scott needed more. He kissed his way up her body holding her wrists above her head as he started kissing along her collarbone. The tip of his cock pressing against her slick warm pussy. She leaned her head back and somewhat to the side to give him better access to kissing her. She found it interesting he was holding her wrists up like that, but they were together so she didn't mind. Scott let go of her wrists and placed his hands on her sides wanting to feel her soft smooth skin. Moving his hands up to her breasts and started caressing them. Starting to lick and suck on her neck as well as his manhood was rubbing against her wetness. Her hips began to wriggle and undulate brushing his manhood against her more as she whimpered her arms moving one slithering down his chest to his waist to pull him closer the other hand moving to caress his manhood and rub him against her innocence. Scott then grabbed his cock and pressed the tip against her tight entrance. "Are you ready Maria?" He asked softly as he pressed his tip some more against her warm soft pussy. She nodded smiling to him as her legs moved to wrap around his waist and hips. She bit at her lip she had wanted him to just take her, but this seemed more intense to her than what she had thought they should doYeahNodding she whimpered but smiled. Slowly moving his hips Scott started sliding his cock into Maria's tight innocence. Spreading her lips with his head as he entered her. Instantly feeling how tight and warm she was. A sharp inhale as she moved to wrap her arms tight around him. Her slender form trembling knowing what she had been told to expect. She bit her lip but still whispered... Yes Scott squeezed her hips as he kept inching his cock slowly into her innocence. Not having taken a girls' virginity before he kept moving slow as he wasn't sure if it was going to hurt her or not. Her pussy was very tight around his cock, A faint whimper at the tinge of pain, but it was quickly gone she hugged him tight and kissing at his lips and trying to reassure them both that everything was alright. Pressing her breasts against his chest as she wriggled her hips even with the faint tinge of pain this felt good, and she wanted more. Yesss Scott could tell Maria was experiencing some slight pain but hearing her say yes made him keep pressing into her. He looked down at her womanhood and watched as inch after inch of his thick shaft kept disappearing into her wetness. Once all the pain was gone and more pleasurable feelings were beginning to wash over her, she gasped softly lifting his face she wanted to see his eyes. Biting her lip as she smiled looking in his eyes she wanted more she wanted him to make love to her, she wanted it all but the only word her lips could find was... More Scott groaned softly as the whole length of his cock was inside Maria. As she lifted his face and smiled at him, he ran his right hand up her side and neck placing his thumb on her bottom lip. Moving his hips he started pulling his cock out of her tight pussy. "You are so tight!" He groaned out as he slid back into her starting to make love to her. Her hips seemed to move with his instinctively. She smiled to him feeling his thumb on her lip. Her arms relaxing her legs tensing to pull him deeper. She was running on solely instinct and pleasure. Scott groaned out as the entire length of his cock was buried deep inside of Maria's tight wet pussy. He started moving his hips and began fucking the tightness slowly. "Mummy fuck yes" He groaned out loving how tight she was. His tenderness... and the sounds of pleasure she whimpered her arms hugging him tight her body moving and responding to his every movement. Gasping at each of his invasions of her body. Pressing a hungry kiss to his lips as her hands moved to caress his face and chest and back. He returned the kiss passionately as he kept working his hips. Running his hands up to her firm breasts to massage them, wanting to maximize her pleasure. Yes love... yes She whimpered her hips bucking more and more gasping for breath the pleasure and intensity overtaking every fiber. Being her first time and lover her body was quickly being overtaken by orgasm. Scott was looking right into Maria's brown eyes as he kept thrusting into her. His hands caressing her breasts as they bounced with each thrust he made into her tight pussy. She was gasping more holding him tight as the first of her orgasms finally began to diminish she stayed locked in his eyes as she bucked more wanting that feeling again nipping at his lips chin and chest. Hungry for more intensity and pleasure. Talk to me lover... Yes... more... Her mind was lost in a fog her actions and words were more instinct than anything. Make love to me... Scott groaned out as he started working his hips a little faster. "Maria I love your tight pussy baby" He said as he started playing with her hard nipples, her juices starting to flow out of her and down her inner thigh as he kept driving his cock deep inside her. Whimpering she continued to wriggle and buck her hips against his invasion. Continuing to kiss along his lips jaw and chest as she was able her hands moving to caress his back and arms her hands moving to cover his hands on her breasts as well while never once halting her hips attempts to move with his. "I think it's time you ride me Maria"Scott grabbed onto her hips and picked her up. Turning around and sitting on the edge of the desk and laying down. The whole time keeping his thick shaft buried inside of her. She climbed onto the desk doing her best to keep him deep within her. Her hands twining with his as if pinning him to the desk as she began to ride him. Leaning down she nipped at his lips an unconscious dominant streak whispering in her mind as she stared down at him smiling and whispered one word. Mine "MMM god yes make me yours Maria!" Scott groaned out as she started riding him. They kept eye contact as she was moving up and down his thick shaft. She did her best to ride as hard and deep as she could. Licking her lips as she stared down into his eyes. She was loving this and began to talk more. I think next time we do something in your office we should have a video camera or two in here with us. Let it catch everything. Wire the condo with cameras so no matter what room we do something in we can film it. She was gasping riding herd and fast gasping still holding his hands pinning them to the desk. More baby... Now.... Scott grabbed Maria's hips and held her above his cock while he took over the movements. Thrusting his hips up, driving his thick member deep into her young wet pussy. "Already having so many ideas, huh? You are a naughty girl" He exclaimed with keeping eye contact with her. Are...you... complaining... or still... worried... She kept riding matching the movements he was guiding and gasping she felt close so very close wanting to fall over into that chasm with him "neither I love it!" Scott exclaimed as he was now starting to worry about getting caught, but it was too late to stop. He kept working his hips wanting to bring her to an orgasm before cumming himself. She was so close as she gasped out... Talk to me lover... She rode him harder still trying to get him as deep within her as he could her hands resting circles giving her more force as she slammed down on him as she stared into his eyes. Tell me... tell me... all you want to do... baby... Even though Scott was beginning to worry now, he was really into the sex with Maria and didn't want it to end. "Keep riding my big fat cock Maria!" He reached up and cupped her firm breasts as they bounced with each movement she made. "Do you want me to fill your pussy with my cum?" Maria gasped almost purring out a... yeah lover... She continued to ride him harder and faster gasping feeling orgasm building deep and strong within her as her gasps changed to whimpers as her orgasm began to slam though her system... She could get used to feeling this perfect.

Campus rendezvous (Closed)|rating:3.0

_~_With You Only, Never Apart_~_ (Love&BennyQ)

With You Only, Never Apart. A story by LoveTheWayYouLie and Benny(Sonata (darkness had started to release around the young, ten-year-old Claudia's sight about an hour after her beating. She had been left on the floor of the hallway, left to bleed and lay there, struggling to breath from the damage her mother had inflected on her ribs. Her small frame laid on the wood, and wheezed for breath. Even choking on the blood that eased from her mouth and nose. This is what she got for shoving Fredrick back up the steps to force him away from the danger that was coming. They had heard their mother playing the piano in the den at the bottom floor, and thought that she wouldn't hear them playing from the upper hallway and in the library. Their nanny was out of the home that day, leaving them alone with their mother. It was stupid of them to think that they could play. But the music being played had been upbeat, so the young siblings had assumed their mother was in a good mood. Of course, her moods changed with the wind. That's when Fredrick had accidentally knocked a candle stick off one the tables. It hit the floor with a clatter and the wax spilled from the candle sticks to all over the hallway rug and wood. Both siblings had looked at each other in sheer fear as their mother smashed her hands down on the piano keys as soon as the loud sound had echoed through the house.“Go.... Run!” Claudia had whispered to Fredrick and pushed her little brother back towards the steps that led upstairs to their area of the house. The sound of their mothers heels on the old wood was heard, her cane hitting the wood hard after her steps. Their mother was angry. “ Fredrick go!” She ordered and shoved him up the steps just as her mother came around the corner of the steps that led to the den below.“What are you little monsters doing out of your rooms?!” She snapped, she was a tall and slender woman with raven hair. It was tied up on her head, and was lined with gray streaks from aging. Gray eyes saw the mess her children had made, and she snarled at her eldest daughter.“Mommy please.....” Claudia said softly and lifted her hands at the attack she knew was coming. “It was me.... Fredrick stayed upstairs....please mommy... I'm sorry...” She said just as that cane was lifted back and clocked Claudia in the face. Knocking her to the ground, her golden curls fell around her face as she landed. Lady Clara Crowley taught her daughter a lesson like she always did, to not leave the attic rooms! Hitting her with her cane over and over as the small girl screamed in pain. Her cries heard throughout the house as she took the beating for her brother. This wasn't the first time....but it was the first time it had been this rough. Lady Clara didn't stop till her daughter was no longer moving under her hits or screaming. She watched the blood drip from her daughters hidden face as her blonde hair had fallen to hide it from site, but the blood streamed from her.“You know the rules Devil child. No children out of the attic.” Lady Clara's eyes turned up the steps to look at her son. She sneered at him, “The same goes for you, you're sniveling little brat.” With those last hateful words Lady Clara turned from her lifeless daughter and back down the steps. The long tail of her dress smeared in the blood and trailed after her as she walked. Uncaring that her daughter may even be dead from her actions. If anything she had found that a blessing. To rid herself of such useless children that did nothing more than use up their resources. Taking money to cloth them, feed them, teach them. They were wastes. Then, as if nothing had happened, Lady Clara sat back down at her piano in the den and started the music right back where she had left off. A good half an hour passed before Claudia's blue eyes even opened, and she began to regain consciousness. Struggling to breath or to catch her breath, her hand reaches out shaking along the floor. “.....b.brother...?....” Her horse voice quietly whispered, finding her only strength is sitting up was to see if Fredrick was alright. Unsure if her mother had beat him too in her rage. Her small arms pushed herself up off the floor ever so slowly. Shaking the whole while, and blood dripped from her nose and lips. Her mother had busted her lip clean open from the first hit, and surely broke her nose. Another cut was along her eyebrow by her eye, as it bleed down her face. She took the abuse, she took the horror...all for her brother. It was all for love. If they didn't have each other, they had no one. They were no one.(years passed from this moment, just like sand in an hour glass. As the children of the Crowley household grew older, their parents allowed them to leave the attic. Oh course, the attic was still where the brother and sister had their small rooms, and living area. This did not mean the beatings or the abuse eased, it was far from the case. Their father, Sir Morgan Crowley was a large beast of a man. Tall and fit with all the patience of a Nat. He was quick to his temper on everyone, from his wife to the very little help left in the Crowley home. Lady Clara had grown no less bitter and hateful towards her children either, even though she allowed them out of their rooms, she had only done this because her own health concerns were an issue, and she needed to be attended to. Her husband had come home one night to learn that all their families money was nearing its end, no matter how hard he attempted to win it back through the markets that took it. But without steady in come from their home, and both he and his wife's love of travel and the best of things, they were nearly down to nothing. In an argument, Sir Morgan lost his head and struck his smaller and much weaker wife. Knocking her to the ground from where the children watched from the top of the steps. In his rage, he had broken her leg under his boot. Leaving her there as he left the home and took a horse to town. Only then, didn't Lady Clara call for her children and the remaining help from the house. Timidly her children had come to her aid......taking her to her room and with the help of a doctor, took care of her. So many things had changed once the children grew older, and started to have more freedoms around the house. With their father gone often, and their mother sick they had taken on a lot of the home duties. Helping the few servants with things around the house, and trying to figure out ways to bring more money back into the house while their father was off 'trying to get it back', when really he was just spending it. That's when Fredrick got the idea to join the military, they would help pay to keep their family a flout before they could find something more stable. Claudia did not like this idea at all when her brother offered this to her, she didn't want to be apart from him! They weren't to be apart! That had caused them some fighting, no matter how their relationship wasn't brother and sisterly, they still fought like they were at times. Claudia wasn't scared to be hateful with her brother when he wouldn't listen, and right now he wouldn't listen. Even when she cried, and begged him not to go. To not leave her alone, Fredrick was still going. She hated it....but she quieted and let him make his life choices. Even if she hated them. This evening was quiet tonight and Lady Clara was passed out from her nightly tonic she took for the pain in her leg. Sleeping soundly in her lavish bed on the second floor and in the west wing of the home. The servants were all in their area of the home, eating and talking among each other. There was only a few of them left. Two men, two women, and the nanny. The nanny was no longer needed as their Crowley children where now grown, but she stayed as a source of mother comfort to them. The wind outside blew hard against the old frame of the mansion, causing the house to moan under its sound. The home had severely lost its glory from what it used to be. Claudia had never seen it be anything other than this trash pit. The carpets were rubbed nearly bare, and the furniture was nearly beyond years of use. Everything was worn and used in this house, as there was no money for anything new. There hadn't been money for anything....for a long time. It was a blessing they were got by. With what their father did make was used to feed them all, house them, and pay their servants nearly nothing. The sound of the piano played quietly from the den in low somber tones. It was not Lady Clara who sat there now, it was Claudia. Sitting here made her feel like she had some sense of ownership in her life. As if everything around her wasn't sheer chaos and pain, it grounded her, it let her thoughts ease and clear from their normally wild ideas. Her fingers danced lightly over the ivory keys of the well toned piano, and her long golden hair was tied up on her head. Bits and pieces fell around her face in loose ringlets, while no jewelry hung on her. She didn't own any. Her big blue eyes were closed, and she ignored a bruise on her cheek from where her mother smacked her earlier that day from her bed side for feeding her the wrong soup. One her plump ruby lips there was a light scar from when she was a child, as well as a scar right above her eye. Nonetheless, Claudia was beautiful. A true site to behold, as her fingers danced on the keys in the dimly light den. Her dress was the color of deep purple, with black lace around her neck and wrists. It was a simple dress as they didn't have enough money to buy anything outlandish. Nor did she really care on matters like that. What did matter was the conversation she had with mother that day? Well more like her mother telling her something. It seemed that when Sir Morgan had his yearly hunt at their home, one of the men had shown a liking to Claudia. The young man came from a very rich family and Sir Morgan was in talks with the Lock slot family in regard to arranging a marriage. Claudia had said nothing to mother as she spoke on this, having gotten a letter from father on the subject that day. Why hadn't she said anything? Because she felt like she was going to throw up. She had only seen Sir Robert Lock lot for a total of fifteen minutes when she went out to the stables where the men were, just to give them their riding leathers the servants had cleaned. How could Sir Robert even taken a fancy to her so quickly, it all seemed so....strange to her. Claudia hadn't even noticed him outside of knowing who he was, and that alone. Claudia didn't notice men in all honesty, well she did, but that was best kept a secret from every soul. Another howl of wind gusted against the old home, and snowflakes started to fall from the dark cloud covered sky. As far as he could recall, there was rarely a moment of tranquility in the Crowley Manor. But Claudia always found a way. And emulating his big sister, Fredrick followed. From as young as seven years old, he always trusted the word of his ten-year-old affectionate sister. She was always the one with the good ideas, like how to sneak an extra piece of dessert into their attic rooms to enjoy after the evening meal, for it was usually a long time until breakfast would roll about. It had also been her idea to sneak out of the attic, opening the trapdoor to climb down into the hallway to enjoy some freedom while their mother played at the piano. Fredrick absolutely hated the sound. Not because of any lack of musical or artistic compassion within him. He hated the sound because it represented a joy and delight he felt he could never experience. It was as if their mother taunted them with the music, mocking them with the heavenly sounds of a better life beyond their miniature prison in the uppermost room of the manor. So when Claudia suggested they descend a level to play some ghouls and detectives, Fredrick was more than happy to agree. He was so enthusiastic that as he chased Claudia from room to room, giggling as he wielded their mother’s folded umbrella as a mock-sword, he was dimly aware of his surroundings. He reared up and tried to poke Claudia in the back, indicating she would band make it her turn to chase him as he played the ghoul. He misjudged his timing. The crash was loud as the candle and its brass holder smashed into the wooden flooring, the wax staining the rich carpet. The holder had broken into a dozen pieces. Fredrick ceased mid-step as he began to realize what he had done, icy fingers gripping his heart in utter fear as he imagined the horrible beating he would receive for this. He began to shiver in fright, his limbs going limp as his lips quivered and tears began to prick his eyes. He would be beaten with the cane for sure, forced to suffer as he was harshly ordered to hold out his hand, fingers stretched, and keep it that way as father or mother whacked it repeatedly. He hated crying. It was just so…useless! Claudia was screaming at him, pushing him to go and hide. He didn’t even register that this had been her idea. There was no conception in his mind to try and pin the blame on her. She was his protector, the one he could go to when the thunder during a storm was too loud, or when the angry voices of their parents rose in such tumult that it echoed through the manor walls. With the first of fresh, hot tears streaming down his cheeks, he turned and fled back up at the stairs. Yet before he could plunge himself under his bed or deep in the back of his closet, he heard his mother’s voice. Little monsters…it took monsters to breed monsters, did it not? He turned and went back to the attic door, prone as he lay down at stared meekly out. Every lash that struck Claudia’s body caused him to jerk, as if he was the one getting hit. It was not hard to imagine himself receiving the blows. She could just as easily fingered the blame on him. But she did not. That’s what big sister’s did. They protected and cared for their little brothers. Fredrick could not pry his eyes from the bloody sight that remained of Claudia at the end, his tears falling unrestricted. But he no longer wept openly, wailing or sobbing loudly. He was deadly silent now, raging sorrowfully in his own helplessness to return the protection.“The same goes for you, you're sniveling little brat.” Fredrick ducked back out of sight, not wanting to get on his mother’s nerves any more than he had too. It shamed him to have to hide like this, crawling under his bed and waiting for the dreadful footsteps would indicate his mother coming to get him. But she did not. The footsteps thudded in the opposite direction, yet still Fredrick did not move. He knew from experience that mother could just as easily be waiting around the corner, using his sister as bait. Sometimes it was the other way around. When one acted out, both were often blamed simply by association. Eventually, Fredrick mustered up the courage and crawled back out. He sneaked down the stairs but upon seeing Claudia again, he rushed to her side, throwing all caution away. She stirred, her own blue eyes opening to meet his own. She was hurt. Badly. They both had their fair share of bruises and scars, but those they could endure. It was the mental ones that were the worst, brought about by witnessing the damage done to each other. Fredrick could not stop the tears from coming again, leaning to hug Claudia firmly around her abdomen. “I’m here.” He whispered. “I’m here, Claudia. I will always be here, Claudia…” he assured her. Without her, Fredrick felt alone. And that was the worst punishment of all.*~*~*When he turned sixteen, Fredrick broke that promise. Nine years he endured the abuse and beating beside his sister. He couldn’t take it anymore. When their parents weren’t abusing him or Claudia, they abused each other. It all came to a head when their father, Sir Morgan, struck their mother over the most irrelevant and insignificant transgression. He and Claudia witnessed the entire ordeal, and it was then he got it into his mind that he needed to leave. Immediately. He didn’t tell anyone, except Claudia. He was so traumatized that his only focus then was to escape. With their mother confined to bed and all the staff attending her, while their father was out drinking or gambling, Fredrick left in the night. He had told her he was going to earn some money, to help pay for the expensive painkillers their mother needed, as well as to wean them slowly off any dependence on their father. In truth, he didn’t care. He only wanted to be gone. Claudia didn’t approve, naturally. She must have known what was in his mind. She always knew! And in his stubbornness, he lied and stuck to his excuse. He thought her selfish in wanting him around, crying and begging him. But Fredrick refused. So desperate was he to escape that he even turned her down, rejecting her pleas. If there ever was a mistake he made in his life, this was it. Without telling their parents, Fredrick packed his things and left, leaving only a note. It wasn’t as if life in the army was bad. He lied about his age to gain admittance, saying he was eighteen instead of sixteen. They believed him. As the son of a landowner, Fredrick was given rank and status. He ate three meals a day, slept in more comfortable lodgings than the average soldier, and was even given his own horse. He was also quick to disprove the stereotypical nature of noble officers in the army, who often joined for the prestige even though they had very little skill or talent in those affairs. His brutal upbringing made him hardy and endearing, while a quick mind ensured he was tactically sound and competent. He was brave, caring about the well-being of men under his command, and even earned a few medals in his five years of service. Now he was twenty-one and more he stayed away from home, the more he thought about it. Not the abuses of his mother or the drunken rage of his father, but of the sweetness and comfort of his sister, Claudia. She had always been there for him, the strong one who covered for him in his faults and sheltered him from the worst excesses. Even though he sent the majority of his pay home to his parents, he tried to send her a small gift or stipulation personally for her. If they ever reached her, he didn’t know, as he did not send or receive any letters. He supposed his parents blocked them, whether it be the gifts he sent to Claudia or any letter she tried to send to him. But Fredrick wanted the silence to end. Now that he was becoming a young man, hardened by battle, strengthened by lessons in boxing and fencing, he intended to make his return home. Dressed in a crimson Surat, with gold buttons and a neat collar, Fredrick rode a flaxen horse back to his family manor. White trousers were tucked into leather riding boots, with a silver-halted saber at his black belt. They even let him take his musket as well, slung over his shoulder. His right breast was covered in shiny medals of service, gleaming in the faint sunlight. He had grown into quite the strapping young man, with an upright posture, slicked sable hair, and keen blue eyes that seemed to pierce the very soul. His face was still young and handsome, but marred down from his forehead, over his nose, and across his left cheek by a red scar. He had many other cuts, over his covered, muscular forearms and his strong thighs. He looked very much the heroic soldier. Yet his demeanor was stern and his face grim. How could one be proud when returning to such a traumatic place? No one seemed to be in sight at the Crowley Manor. It was silent to the point that Fredrick could hear his own heartbeat and as if to relay the depressing demeanor of the manor front, it began to snow gently. He stabled his own horse, finding the stables deserted except for a few work mules and older beasts. Unslinging his packs, he threw these over his shoulders as he made his way into the side door, the heavyweight feeling like feathers to his lean body. Once he opened it, he was suddenly assailed by noise; music. He hated music. Someone was playing a piano and almost at once, Fredrick felt the desire to spin on his heel, mount his horse, and rush to the nearest garrison to sign himself up for another five or ten years. It must be mother. He thought, moving through the empty corridors of the house. He did feel some desire to see her, despite all Clara had done to him. She was still his mother, deserving of respect, if not love at least. But it was not the Lady who was seated at the piano. The back of a young woman greeted him, her golden hair bunched atop her head like a lofty crown of gold, wearing a dress of august purple laced with black. The color of royalty mingled with mourning. Claudia. Fredick leaned against the door threshold, mesmerized by the mere sight of her as she skillfully played the piano. He could as well, the lessons forced on them though Fredrick still hated it because of what it had symbolized in his youth, yet while he could play the keys and run through the notes, he could notmakemusic. Not like Claudia. She brought the song to life, beautifully and wholesome. When she finished playing, the last note resonating through the silent house, Fredrick began to clap. They echoed as well through the home.“Well done…” he murmured with a soft smile, a light coming into his eyes that had never been there since he parted from her. Was she still angry with him? Once an upon a time, Claudia thought that she would be with her brother forever. They promised each other, over and over again throughout their young lives that they would be there for each other. Claudia took the beatings for her brother because she loved him, she was his protector, and in return he showed her the love and affection she could not get from anyone else in her life. He was always so sweet and cuddly. But, time changes people. Claudia knew that if she ran away from home, her Crowley name would be nothing on the streets. Her family would disown her the moment she stepped outside the grounds. A mere nameless, nobody with nothing to her name. No matter the abuse, Claudia would not do such a thing, she was already at the bottom here, and she didn't need to lower herself any farther. Thankfully after her mother's 'accident' with their father, she had gained more power in the home. Being able to take care of their sick, and crippled mother. While their father was gone, this made her lady of the house. The stand in when her mother couldn't stand. This made her feel power. If both her mother and father were gone, life would be much better...... But it wasn't them that left........... Fredrick left her. He promised he wouldn't leave her all their lives. Did the whispers in the dark in the attic mean nothing to him? If they were going to get out of his hellhole they needed to do it together. It seemed Fredrick had other plans, and signed himself up for the army. Claudia had been so angry at this, she nearly alerted the army that her brother was only sixteen and was lying to get away from home. This had been Claudia's breaking point. When Fredrick left, she changed. Any light that had been inside her dimmed out to nothing. Blue eyes that once sparkled to sneak a bit of cake with him in the dark, were now solid like ice. A heart that once beat just to feel his beat felt hollow and unmoving in her chest. A breathing shell, but not alive. She died that day. Claudia had watched from the window when he left, much like she used to when their parents left for town. Her inner screams made her deaf to all sounds around her. She had gotten his letters, she had gotten his gifts. Did she write back? No. Why? Because ghosts don't write to the living. She kept all his letters, and read them every night because no matter how cold and empty she felt, she was human, and humans still lingered on hope. She hoped that he would one day return to her. To perhaps mean his words when he said he would not leave anymore..... Her fingers danced along the keys, unaware that the house had another old soul walking the halls. Only until her fingers stopped their playing, and the clapping was heard. Claudia jerked at the sound and turned on the bench to see who was speaking to her! The servants wouldn't dare clap or speak in such a manner, while it was just her and mother. That's when she saw him.... Fredrick.... A look of sheer confusion and shock came over as she saw her brother standing there at the entrance to the parlor. “Fredrick?” She asked quietly, more to herself. Had she finally gone mad? Moving off the bench, her brow frowned as she headed towards him, still in a state of shock. But that shock turned to anger and sadness. How those could be expressed at the same time was amazing. She wanted to hit him....she wanted to hug him.....maybe stab....just a little. Her heels clicked on the old floor as she walked to him. “You've come home?....” Never would she thought that she would say those words, never did she think she would see him again. “.... Or have I finally gone mad?....” She asked, a sad chuckle coming from her. A hand reached out to touch the uniform he wore. She so imagined he would look like this....strapping and handsome. Her ice hard eyes seemed to soften at the site of him. Fredrick wanted to smile. He wanted to rush forward and throw himself at his knees for Claudia, hugging her as he often did when he was just a small, scared little child. But he couldn’t. Not after he betrayed and fled from this house. He didn’t even expect a warm greeting from her. She probably despised him for running and abandoning her all alone to the horrors of their family. Perhaps this was not a good idea. Perhaps he should not have come back. Claudia got up. He could see the emotions in her face, perhaps matching his own as she came near, treating him like some unnatural apparition. He wanted to tell her, to reassure her as he held her in his arms, that he was real, that he was really here. But Fredrick could not move. He was pinned to his spot with invisible nails, hammered by indecision and fear. She would reject him. Reject his love. Reject their shared experience and memory. He felt his breath catch in his throat, his heart rate spiking like a galloping horse with every step she took nearer to him. He nearly melted when her scent hit his nose. She smelled exactly the same as he remembered in his dreams.” You’ve come home?....” He faintly nodded, before offering a soft smile at her remark about going mad. Her hand reached out to touch him and as if by some magic, he came back to life. He exhaled deeply, feeling a shudder of delight spread through his chest where he touched. Very slowly, his own arms came up, brushing against her elbows, then sliding up to her shoulders. His blue eyes met hers, the hardness melting away like the spring thaw. “Claudia, it’s really me. I’m back. Back for good.” Then he embraced her, drawing her in tightly against his body as he often did as children. It was both similar and different. Her body was comforting, reinvigorating him emotionally as usual after a trying time he had to endure. Yet it was different, for Fredrick had outgrown her in their years apart. She was always the big sister, his protector, but now he was taller and stronger in limb and body. But was he truly? Mentally, he was not so sure. He had fled like a coward where she had remained and withstood all this house could throw at her. He knew not what trials she had faced, while he had been off playing at soldiers. After a brief embrace, he nudged her back at arm’s length and smiled at her. Anymore and he might have… One hand fell away from her shoulder. His other moved back down to her arm to take her hand, lifting it up to his face where he softly planted a formal kiss on it. He smiled at her briefly. “How have you been, dear sister? How is mother?” He asked, and as he spoke his eyes moved elsewhere from her face. He couldn’t look at her, not without recalling his own guilt and love. It was wrong. All of it was wrong. But he could not stop himself. He was still holding her hand, feeding off the energy the mere touch gave him. Even for all his muscles and medals, he was once more the little boy, ready to be led and taught by his older sister. The transition happened almost instantly in him, without any warning.“The letter from father was…vague. She fell?” Fredrick asked, quirking an eyebrow. He asked because he knew there was more to it than a simple “accident.” And where was father himself? In fact, Fredrick found he didn’t care. His family, his true family, consisted only of Claudia, if she still accepted him as such. He asked about mother only because of his sense of duty, from a son to the woman who gave birth to him.“Take me to her.” He then requested softly. Furthermore, he had been absent for so long that the house seemed very unfamiliar to him in a way. And now that they were freed from the attic in true fullness, Fredrick felt strange to explore the manor of his youth without the one person he wanted to do it with. The siblings spent a moment of returning the same face to each other. Claudia couldn't fully understand that this was her little brother standing before her. He looked so different. The once lanky and skinny sixteen-year-old boy, wasn't a boy anymore. So long in their lives Claudia had been bigger than him, stronger, faster. Now, a man just a hair smaller than their own father stood before her. With lean muscled shoulders, and messy black hair. What wasn't different, as Claudia looked into his face was their eyes. Their matching orbs of blue made the ice in her blood thin. It was her brother, he wasn't a boy anymore..... This new man touched her elbow which made her look down and watch the hand slid up to her shoulder. She could feel the touch. So many times she felt nothing. She felt no hits, she felt no slaps. Claudia was empty and unmovable from years of abuse, but the touch of Fredrick....brought her to life as if she was a young girl again! Her mind flashed full of memories of her and her brother. Night he spent reading out loud while she braided her hair, nights they spent sharing an experience that no one could take the place of. Those memories were special, kept in a little lock box in Claudia heart and mind. Fredrick was her only sense of.....love. He spoke and she looked up at him. “... Brother...” Claudia whispered and was pulled into the embrace. She hugged him then, arms quickly swinging around him and pulling in close. It felt so different, he was much wider in muscle now. Then the skinny boy she used to hold, she knew he would grow big because his feet as a boy were always too big for his shoes. She called it his 'puppy stage'. He wasn't a puppy anymore. Here was a dog. That she loved just as much as the puppy. She hugged him so tightly that she wanted to be part of him and forget the world. Her heart beating against his, just like when they were children....it reminded her...she was alive too.... It felt wonderful to feel his embrace once more, she never wanted to let go. When the hug was over, which she didn't want to let go of, she saw the look in his eyes. She knew he wanted a kiss.....and this made her smile. Fredrick was always a cuddle bug and seeking attentions and kisses. Claudia loved this about him. He had a breath for life, she didn't. Taking her hand, he kissed her softly there. This made her chuckle, god....how long had it been since she even smiled. Leaning in, she kissed Fredrick on the cheek in return for the kiss to the hand. “I have been....” She stopped and had to think about that. “I have been fine I would think.... Mother is doing well. She can only move with a crutch, and she will never walk again without assistance....” She said and shrugged. Furthermore, she only kept her alive because well....she wasn't sure..... The words of their mother falling made her make a face, taking her brothers hand at wanted to see their mother. “She is asleep....her nightly tonic for pain puts her.....but come! Let's get you settled back in!....” She said with a cheer to her voice, guiding him towards the steps that took them upstairs. “And no...it wasn't an accident...” She answered once they were on the second floor, from the second floor the attic steps could be seen. They were hard wooden steps now, as Claudia still used it as her bedroom. It looked different, but it was hers.“Would you like a guest room to make yours now?” She asked him, opening one of the old guest rooms for him before walking into it. Fredrick thought himself a hard man from all his experiences. He endured abuse as a child and misery as a soldier. He had killed men and seen men killed. Some had been his friends. But when Claudia kissed him on the cheek, just a simple peck, it all was brushed aside like sweeping curtains at an opera. Color began to flush into his pale cheeks, and he felt suddenly embarrassed, thinking it's wrong for a grown man such as himself to still relish the compassionate kisses of an older sister. But there was little time to dwell on that, for she was soon speaking, and now his mind could focus on one sense at a time, for he was too overwhelmed with her presence. His lips quirked downwards in a slight frown when she said she was fine. Fredrick knew it was not so, but now was not the time to discuss the state of their family. The news of his mother however did little to faze him. Walking with a crutch? Already he was back to his childlike mentality, thinking only of punishment and horror, for that was what he associated with his parents. He figured that crutch would have been used to beat him or Claudia had her so-called accident happened earlier to her when they were still kids. But they were not. Hearing that mother was asleep was almost a boon, as it meant he and his sister could be free. Still thinking like a child. They were adults now. Did he really have to think in such a way? He smiled when Claudia wanted to get him settled in, and he wanted nothing more than to do so through her. She actually sounded happy then, perhaps delighted in having him back. With her hand in his, tightly, he followed her up the stairs, though it wasn’t easy for him as he still carried his many packs and gear. By the top, he was somewhat huffing a bit but tried to cover it up by seeming proud and strong. He wanted to be. For her sake.“Would you like a guest room to make yours now?” Fredrick frowned again, glancing at the stairs to the attic. She tried to lead him into one, but he stood firm, using his grip on her hand to tug her back. So much so that she would come heaving softly right against his body. With his chin, he gestured towards the stairs. “But… I want my old room. Don’t tell me you absorbed it into your own. Come on, I want to see it.” With his gear and pack jingling, he walked with quick steps, and a little excitement, to the stairs and up their length into the attic. He hit his head on one of the beams above, suddenly cursing foully. He remembered there was a lady present however and bowed his head gently to Claudia.“Sorry.” He said with an apologetically smile. However, like the rest of the house, it hadn’t changed much. The windows were still barred, the furniture was poor, and apart from a few cosmetic changes it was still virtually the same attic he had known as a child. He released Claudia’s hand and went to his own bed, dropping his pack and weapons onto the floor before sitting on the bed. He patted the mattress softly, recalling some of the times he had hid under the blankets or even under the bed in fear, or how often he nursed an injury inflicted by his parents. It had always been Claudia who brought him out of those frightened states. He glanced at her bed on the far side. How often had he gone there when he was afraid? He had stopped when he was about eleven or twelve. Not since they had been caught…doing something they shouldn’t have been. He regretted that, though he did not blame Claudia. Only himself. He glanced back at his sister then, his blue eyes soft and full of emotion at the memory. It had been pure and from the heart at least. “Well…if it’s alright with you sister, I’ll bunk here.” He said in a soldierly fashion, for he did not need much luxury in the way of lodging. Besides, he preferred to be next to his family, his real family, and not the fake one downstairs.“Sit with me.” He then requested, shifting on his mattress to make room for her. He could pack away his things later. Furthermore, he just wanted to talk to her first. “Tell me how you’ve been. How you have really been. Is everything alright with you? Your…lip and eye…do they still…hit you?” Fredrick asked very softly. Fredrick wasn't alone in knowing they were free when their mother was asleep. To many times had they ran the house, slipped out for food, and....left in their experiences because their mother was asleep. Even now, Claudia felt free, even more so now! Why? Because her beautiful brother was back home!! Back into this hellhole that was their life! How long would he stay before he ran away again?..... The thought did come to Claudia as she spoke to her brother. He had run away once, he would surely run away again. Those thoughts made her angry, so she pushed them deep down inside herself, it wasn't time for such things. Now was a joyful time. Taking his hand, she began to guide him. It was almost a mirror of her life long ago. Sneaking out of the attic, with his soft little hand in hers. He had been such a darling boy, the love she felt for him had been everything her little body lived off of. It had driven her to take the beatings, it drove her to comfort him in the night....and it twisted somewhere inside of her....to....do what she did...... Once on the second floor, she went to give him a room. She wasn't sure how he felt about things or how he left. He had left shortly after being caught, and their mother threatened to separate them as children....so Fredrick ran. Claudia had wanted to go with him. But life wasn't that way, she would have just been sent back to the Crowley home by the service. So she had stayed. They were adults now....and their mother couldn't separate them. She could marry their rights away....however...and it was the last horror their mother was going to apply to them.....if it was the last thing she ever did.... As she was about to go into the guest room she was pulled back. Oh, heavens....he had gotten stronger....and within a few steps she was right back against him. They were so different now. Once skinny young kids, were now full adult bodies. He was tall, and strapping. She was curvy, and her face was a woman now, no longer a girl. He told her he wanted his old room and she smiled. Following him as he headed for the attic steps only to bang his head on the rafter. This made Claudia gasp at first, then she started to laugh and covered her mouth to muffle it. “Oh...brother....you're bigger now....be careful...” She said but her wide smile never left. Walking into their old room. It was just as it once was. Their beds on either side, a small table with chairs, a books case, a wardrobe, and a small fire place. It had a little fire going in it to warm it for when Claudia was going to bed. A large round window looked out over the land, not lining with snow. Claudia stood by his side in the room. She remembered being caught. Too young to be touching...to wrong to even attempt it. But they were young, and it was innocent....people in love touched each other like that, and she knew at the time she was in love with him. Maybe she didn't understand. She didn't know. All she knew, it felt good at the time. He had been twelve at the time, and she was fifteen. Having read books on the matter, she wanted it. At fifteen, she knew, it felt good, and the only person she wanted to share it with....had been Fredrick. Licking her lips, she pushed herself from the fevered touches under the sheets of her bed...so long ago. Fredrick moved to sit on his bed, nodding when he wanted to bunk there. “Of course, I am not to tell you know....besides... I'd rather not be alone anymore....” She said softly, still standing. She didn't trust herself to sit on the bed with him. The twisted monster of desire still lived inside of her..... But, heavens, of course he would ask her to sit. Taking a deep breath, her hands folded in front of her....she walked and sat down on his bed beside him. “.....He....” She smiled slightly and looked down. “..... Father doesn't come around much after he broke mothers leg.....and when he does it's only for what little funds are left.....and maybe to fuck a servant.” She said bitterly, “And yes....mother is quick to hit me....it's not like it hurts.....it doesn't if it's her hand, hasn't hurt for years....” She said, playing with her dress. “... But my lip and eye is from the tea tray she hit me with....” She shrugged. “Father will come home at times, and he does hit me....but....not like he used to.” As she talked, she spoke as if it was normal. “........they are planning something horrible....” Claudia shook her head and took his hand in hers. “Anyway.... I have mostly missed you.....” Leaning in she kissed his ear and pushed some of his black hair back from his face like a lover would groom. “Tell me....about where you've been.....” She had seen the scar...but didn't ask on it. Not yet. It didn't bother her in the least...he was still just as handsome as ever. It had always been Fredrick’s suspicion that their father was responsible for their mother’s accident. Hearing it didn’t come as much of a surprise, though he was a little amazed that he did not come home as often. Not adding insult to injury? That was an improvement, if one could be had with their father. But Fredrick did grow angry when he heard that Sir Morgan was taking their money and leaving with it, making a mockery of his marriage by fucking the maids still. Was this what Fredrick fought and nearly died for? To have his hard-earned pay go to waste paying for whores and drink while his mother and sister got by with meager funds? Luckily, Fredrick did hold back some pay and put a little away himself. He gritted his teeth when Claudia told him that despite her injury, their mother was still the same abusive matron she has always been. Good to know the broken leg hasn’t put a dent in the old crone’s motor she thought sarcastically to himself. But hearing Claudia’s continued abuses at the hands of their father and mother was not easy to hear. His fists, as large as their fathers were, clinched atop his knees as he stared forward with a grim expression. He had worn this face many times before, in the moments before a bayonet charge or when facing the oncoming rush of an enemy. People usually died when Fredrick wore this face. He didn’t like anyone hitting his sister. And now that he was big and strong enough to defend her, he swore he would put a stop to it. All of it. His mask of rage dissipated however as Claudia finished her tale, giving him a soft kiss on his ear that flipped about his emotions like a switch. Gone was the desire for death and conflict. Now he had a look of gentle contentment. He was with his dear sister again! How could Fredrick stay in such a violent state for long? He put his arm around her shoulders and drew her close, letting her rest her head on his shoulder if he desired. Unfortunately, the hard muscle did not make for a very good cushion. He wanted her to forget, so he told her everything about where he had gone and what he had done. The first year was the worst. Sleeping in ditches or in tents that offered poor cover from the elements. He told her of the poor dye in British coats so that after a rainstorm, the red dye leaked into their white trousers, giving them a humorous pink complexion in the morning. This was especially awkward when an engagement occurred the next day, for who could rightly fear men in pink trousers and pale coats? But that was not the worst. Bungling with his rifle at sixteen, he had shot himself in the gut by accident and was nearly invalidated out of the army and sent back home. Thankfully, his hardy skin and stubborn mind caused his self-inflicted injury to heal up rather quickly. After that, he refused to let himself be another narrow-minded officer of the British army, who only owed their rank to their status as landowners or nobility. Fredrick wanted his to be earned through merit and starting early, he soon excelled in it. He journeyed to four continents. He hated sailing, no matter what they said about this island kingdom and its proud fleet. Furthermore, he explored the colonies of the Americas, admired the cultures of India, sweated in the heat of Africa, and rightly feared the outback of Australia. Furthermore, he told Claudia of his one tryst with an American woman, whose freedom-loving brothers once chased him away in the night. Furthermore, he told her of his many encounters with the hated French, who were responsible for the majority of scars he possessed. Furthermore, he even stood up and undressed, taking off his Surat and military issued tunic to show her his naked torso and its many wounds. Furthermore, he pointed to each in turn and explained to her their stories. Gunshot wounds, bayonet stabs, and saber slashes. He even admitted to Claudia how he cried in unmanly fashion after he was shot the first real time in actual combat. The previous time he had simply been too astonished with his own stupidity and embarrassment to truly fear the consequences of death and its finality. Fredrick spoke with a deep measure of pride of the men he served with. His men loved him and those who were literate even wrote to him. A few lived nearby in one of the cities close to their manors and Fredrick promised them he would meet for some drinks. He got into boxing, becoming a competent pit fighter. When he was finally done speaking, they had been seated for nearly an hour there.“Did I chew your ear off? I’m not sorry.” Fredrick ended with, shrugging with a smile as he buttoned a regular collared shirt over his body. It felt good to be out of that uniform, which he proceeded to fold and put away neatly. He also stowed his rifle and saber away, not wanting his parents to know he had those. “Shall we go see mother then? After, I need to eat something. Something real. Army food is…not food at all. You can tell me of this horrible plan they have for you while I eat. Are they threatening to send you to a nunnery again?” He joked lightly, not truly knowing or even seriously considering what his parents were planning for Claudia. He doubted it would come for naught. They were too abusive and possessive to let their children slip away so easily. Fredrick may have gotten angry about the abuse but for Claudia it was just as normal as waking up in the morning. If her mother didn't hit her by the end of the day, she normally burnt herself on a tea pot on 'accident', just to know that this wasn't some weird dream. She knew it was wrong to think such a way, but all the wiring in her mind was messed up. She knew she was different from all the other young ladies her age, and she knew that she wouldn't live this way for much longer....if she had any say in the matter. Claudia saw that her speaking about their father taking the money, or hitting her bothered Fredrick, and she sat in closer, stroking her hand over his clenched fits. She took note at how much bigger they were, nearly the great size of their fathers. She moved in closer and let herself sit against her brother. Her forehead resting on his shoulder, it was the most comfortable place in the world to her. It felt safe and familiar, she wouldn't have it any other way. She had seen the look of pain and murder in his eyes that she had never seen before, but she loved it nonetheless. They had changed so very much, but were the same. So, as she moved in close, she knew she was sitting by her baby brother and nothing more. No matter if he was a hardened man of war, he was still hers. Soon, Fredrick was telling her all the tales of his journeys. There was a bit of jealousy in her eyes as she listened to all the places he had gone, all the things he had down without her. While she remained in this prison and he was outrunning free. Of course the idea didn't stay in her mind long, who cared how far he had gone, he had come home...and that's all they truly mattered. Even laughing to hear he was chased off by some American boys. Imagining her brother climbing out a window to get away from two big men, was a father funny site in her mind. “Oh Fredrick!” She had mused and leaned back on the bed in her giggles. How long had it been since she last....laughed? Years. Yes, it was years. The light in her life was back and so was her breath to laugh, to speak and to live again. The idea of men with pink pants had been far too funny, but her brother getting hurt was not. She had feared he would never come home due to passing during battle. So, to hear he had been shot and stabbed during battle had brought a sad look to her face. The hour of talking or more had seemed like more moments, even as her brother had taken off his clothing to show off his scars. They both had battle scars, but her were from the war she fought here at home. None like his. To see him shirtless now was something completely different. As Fredrick wasn't even close to the young man he used to be. His muscled had filled out, and he was strong from war. Just the site alone made her press her legs closer together under her dress, and her heart quicken. She knew it was wrong, but she still desired him. Now...more than ever. Even as children. Licking her lips she tried to look at the scars and nothing more, but that was too hard at times. Watching him put away his uniform and change into something more comfortable she sighed and laid back on his bed. “No! You didn't chew my ear off.... I loved hearing all of it! You could tell me stories all night....I'm just happy to have you back!” She said as he said he was hungry, sitting up she smiled.“Come! I will make you something!” she said sweetly. “Mother can wait till morning... I'd rather not look at her when I'm far too happy to see you....” Claudia said and took his hand in her own and headed from their little room they once called home. “What are you in the mood food? I have a stew left from this evening, and some fresh bread....that alright? And I'll make some tea....unless you'd like some brandy.” She wasn't sure just what he would want to drink nowadays, but they had enough to suit almost any tongue. Heading down the steps in the quiet house, with him in tow like long ago she walked him down into their rather large kitchen. It was once filled with people, ready to serve the many guests that used to come to parties here. Now it was mostly dead, only old dusty items remained. A fire place with still some embers burned brightly.“Come, sit!” She said, already full of cheer. Just like old times, but they were no longer stealing bread from the darkness, now she could eat and feed him. There was a large pot on the table with a lid that was filled with the stew. Putting it on the metal hanger over the fire, she pushed it in to the heat to warm the food back up. As well as a kettle of water for tea. A few candles on the table lit the room, and the burning fire warmed it and kept it lit.“To answer your question from upstairs.... No...I'm not being sent to a nunnery....” She sighed and sat down at the table. “I fear, I am being wed off.....for money.” Her voice was quiet as she spoke. “Well if we are going to be sharing a room together, there’ll be a lot more talking well into the night.” He commented, recalling the nights where they would whisper and talk freely when their parents could not listen. Sometimes, Claudia frightened him with a ghost story, causing him to sneak into her bed more frightened than a cornered doe. Fredrick wondered if she did it purposely. “And some stew and bread would be fine.” Brandy? They were allowed into the liquor cabinet now? Fredrick had once peeped in there and their father had given him a severe belting. Not because it was immoral for a child to desire liquor but because it was their father’s stash and his alone. But he was no longer here. Fredrick did not complain with not seeing his mother, however. He would rather only spend time with Claudia if he could, as seeing his mother was something he only felt he should do out of duty. Letting his hand be gripped once more, he followed his big sister obediently as she began to dote on him, making him blush as they arrived in the kitchen. Mostly the way he remembered it. Even the dishes were the same! “Tea or brandy, huh? How about tea…with a few fingers of brandy added. But only if you have some too.” Fredrick said with a grin. What soldier could say no to liquor? They even used to give the linemen a shot of gin before battles, to give them a measure of confidence and bravery.“To answer your question from upstairs.... No...I'm not being sent to a nunnery.... I fear, I am being wed off.....for money.” That caused Fredrick to do a double-take, his jaw dropping in shock at the statement. “Bullshit.” He snapped almost instantly, before looking down embarrassed. His expletive had been filled with a very evident tone of jealousy, for he did not want Claudia to be wed in truth. He did not want any man touching her. The very thought angered him. But at the same time, he knew she would have to be, for they…they could never have that. Not again. Fredrick did not dare to even think on such emotions. Not since they had been caught as young teenagers. That was…forbidden. Nothing hurt more than knowing Claudia would not and could not belong to him. It was simply not possible for a brother and a sister to be that way. Besides, only she had the courage to do something about it. Fredrick was too scared, morally and ethically. But even if Claudia could not be his, he could still…delay the decision.“For money? Is it really that bad?” Fredrick asked, staring at his food and suddenly not feeling very hungry anymore. But Claudia had prepared it, and he had to make an effort. For her sake at least. “Well don’t you worry. I have a little bit saved away to float us for a few months. And I can find a job, Claudia! I’ll make enough so that you don’t have to be married off for the sake of money. You can find…someone you love and live a happy life. I owe you that much at least, if father or mother won’t.” Fredrick announced proudly. If he was too scared to be with her, at least he was confident enough he could handle their parents. He was no longer a little child who could be bullied. He was a man, and would fight for those he loved. Even against his own parents too. As for a job, he could always go to one of the cities and find work, perhaps as a clerk or even at one of the new factories that seemed to be springing up everywhere. His real intention of course was to participate in some of the local boxing matches, of which there was a decent sized market. Confident in his own abilities, Fredrick felt he could win a few bouts and walk away a much richer man. He worked best with his hands anyway.“Trust me, Claudia. When father returns, I’ll talk to him.” Fredrick said, perhaps a little naïve in thinking his father might listen to him. To his mind, why wouldn’t his father consider his thoughts? He had always assumed Fredrick was useless and an idiot, but now his son had returned a decorated war hero and a strapping young man, there should be no reason for the abuse to continue. Besides, if Sir Morgan was shrieking his duties as head of the family, that technically put Fredrick in charge anyway as the next male heir. Oh, how he dreamed of it! Both he and Claudia could truly be free, and their mother would not be able to oppose them anymore.“The food is good. Why don’t you eat some? Never mind, actually. You’ve grown yourself!” He teased her, trying to change the topic. He pinched at her hips, referencing how much larger they seemed to have gotten when he last saw her. Claudia got into the liqueur cabinet when she pleased, as their father was hardly around to investigate his liqueur levels anymore. He was far to busy spending all their money on alcohol outside the home rather than inside. Yes, at times he would come home and would torment the household before flying back into the night like some monster from a story book. But, the idea of their father was far from her mind now that Fredrick was home, it was a time to celebrate. Taking him down into the kitchens where a few things were still going from her own actions in the kitchen. Most of the help Claudia had sent to bed to get some rest just in case Sir Morgan made his way back from the cities tonight to speak with his wife in regard to this marriage idea sooner rather than later. Sir Morgan had seemed rather excited about it in the letter he wrote to his crippled wife. Anything to make some money. Putting the stew on to warm, and to heat some tea in the kettle she spoke to her brother as if being married off was nothing to her. He on the other hand, seemed little more upset about it. This caused Claudia to smile, was he jealous? “No.not bullshit...” She said softly as she stood by the fire place and got out a few bowls and cups. Sitting them down on the table. She took the time fill their bowels with food and some tea with brandy. Sitting down a cross from him as she ate bit. Listening to him as he spoke, she shook her head. He was always so full of ideas and dreams. She knew if she didn't marry this man then all her work her would be for not. She would not get the house, she would lose the name Crowley, and she would be put out on the street. Her brother on the other hand, had made something of himself because he was a man. Able to do such things, while she, was a woman. She could not. Without this house, and her name, she was nothing. Licking her lips she sighed. “.... Thank you for the comfort Fredrick....but....we know talking to father won't work....you can try through....” She gave a small sad laugh, as she took a bite of food. Just as she was about to take a bite, he teased her, and she looked at him. Only to smile, and she reached to poke his chest.“Oh really? Going to call me out on my changes, Mr. Tall, dark and handsome?” She teased back, her eyes looking him over without fear of being caught by him “Hey! None of that.” Fredrick said, chuckling as he swatted at her prodding finger. “That hurts. Christ woman, your fingers are like spear points.” He said, grinning at Claudia. He had been called all those things before; tall, dark, handsome. Just hearing it from his sister’s lips however made them take on a whole new meaning. He always lived for her approval. She was his mentor, his protector, and had taught him almost everything when they were children. A compliment, even a small one, was registered in his mind as the greatest praise he might ever receive. Even now, he thrived on her words and he wanted to return the favor. He sipped at his stew some more before drinking down his tea spiked with brandy. The warm sensation was just as refreshing as Claudia’s smile. “Don’t you worry about father. He will listen to me. My sister is not some cattle to be traded for money. That is just barbaric, and we are better than that.” Fredrick declared proudly at first, though his voice fell quieter as he began to think about that confrontation. He never before had stood up to his parents. Claudia had at times, but it only earned her, and him by association, a savage beating. But he was no longer a little child. Yet could he really fight his own father? It was indeed a frightening prospect. Obeying one’s parents was ingrained into the very fiber of their society and to go against them was a grave transgression. Their father was a beast of a man. It was from Sir Morgan that Fredrick inherited much of his own stature and strength. His blows were always the hardest, always the cruelest when compared to their mother’s. Just thinking of this discussion turning south, Fredrick began to doubt himself. Would he return a war hero merely to be put down by his own father? This fear began to gnaw and chip away at the confidence he had slowly rebuilt for himself over the years. This home drained it from him. Fredrick took an immense interest in his stew then, hoping his self-doubt was not as visible on his face. With a soldier’s appetite, he demolished his first serving in record time and quickly got up for seconds. He knew Claudia would serve him, but she was his sister and not a common maid to be ordered about. He refilled his bowl generously, then poured another cup of tea, this time without the brandy. Furthermore, he had drank enough to give him a fuzzy sensation in his gut, relaxing his nerves and limbs. Furthermore, he feared drinking more might turn him into a violent beast like his father was.“So…what do you do then on most days?” Fredrick inquired, quirking an eyebrow at her. As a soldier, there was always some task or duty to be completed, taking up his days and keeping his mind from dwelling on certain memories. Now, there was no more of that since he was home. But as they said idle hands are the devil’s workshop. And he absolutely refused to be penned up again in his rooms, not after seeing the whole world. Which was strange as he had yet to fully explore the Crowley estate.“I brought my horse as well. Would you like to meet him?” Fredrick offered her. Claudia giggled when he told her that her fingers hurt. “Oh please! Hush” She teased and laughed again. God, she was so happy to have him home. Back where he belonged, with her. She loved to compliment her brother because he was just as handsome and wonderful as she thought he was. Where she saw herself as sick and as much as a monster as the rest of the home....he was something else. He was strong and had seen the world! Hearing him speak that their father would listen to him, she was quiet. She knew how it was going to end when father came home and Fredrick stood up to him. Where father would be back, she didn't know? Soon, yes, but when she wasn't sure. “Of course brother...” She said softly. Letting it be at that. All hell was going to break loose when their father came home, and she didn't want to think of it at the moment. Eating alongside her brother, and enjoying her tea. These were the moments she lived for. Licking her lips as he asked what she was doing now. “...hah...well... I spend my days reading, writing, having correspondence with those in power in the cities to let them know our family still lives....well...on its last legs, but living nonetheless. They ask up for help, or money, or our attendance at balls we don't have the money for.” Sighs and shakes her head. “I teach some children the piano for money, and their families are grateful for a Crowley to teach them....” At the mention of a horse she smiled. “Of yes! We haven't had a horse since fathers.” She said sweetly and took a deep breath. Standing from the table to take her bowl to the small sink. She used to loved to ride as a girl when they had more horses. It was rare, but their father allowed that at times. “...hah...well... I spend my days reading, writing, having correspondence with those in power in the cities to let them know our family still lives....well...on its last legs, but living nonetheless…” This made Fredrick frown again. Had the money he sent truly proved to be of little help? He doubted his father really could drink it all away, or whatever other immoral activity he engaged in. Well with him back, they wouldn’t be living on their last legs anymore. He would ensure the Crowley name was once more risen out of the dirt and grit their parents had driven them into and once more back on their feet, head up and back straight. It would be an arduous task, but between him and his sister, they would manage it. All the more glory to them, once their polished their now tarnishing family name. As for attending balls, even if they wanted to attend, Fredrick felt he could not. He was not really taught the steps of the various dances, his parents simply disregarding that aspect. There were many opportunities available to him as a young officer when he was posted overseas, but his embarrassing lack of knowledge always prevented him from going.“Come on then! I’ll let you ride and I’ll walk beside. You can give me a tour of the family grounds since…” Fredrick trailed off, rising after she had taken his dishes away to be washed. He didn’t finish his sentence because even though this was their family home, he had never really been allowed to explore and play freely as a young child should. He wondered vaguely that if their mother awoke, she would try her utmost to deny them the chance. Would she really, even if her children were grown adults? Fredrick found it easy to believe, however. The real question for him was…would he let her? Smiling as Claudia joined him, they walked together to the stables where he had stabled his flaxen horse. “Claudia? Meet Other.” Fredrick announced once they reached the stall, where his steed was busy exploring his small space which was now to be his home. Compared to the other beasts, he was strong and well-fed, and Fredrick could only hope he could maintain its healthy lifestyle. Like its owner, Other had its fair share of scars on its muscular body, evident it had seen some combat too. When it saw Fredrick, it neighed loudly and stamped its feet, thinking they were about to leave. Fredrick smiled at its excitement.“We’ve been in a dozen engagements together. Nothing scares him, from thunder to cannon shot. Come on, I’ll saddle him and help you up. He is pretty friendly if you want to pet him. Just make sure he knows you are there if you move behind him. He gets pretty nervous of shadows on his rear.” Fredrick said, moving to prepare the horse. Yet at the same time, he heard the approach of another set of hooves, clip-clapping across the ground towards them. Fredrick gave his sister a questioning look. Were they expecting visitors? Sir Morgan and Sir Robert had returned. It was time to meet their father.

_~_With You Only, Never Apart_~_ (Love&BennyQ)|rating:4.0

OOC for A.M.P.E. - the biggest challenge you are likely to find on SRP

I tried to start this thread about a year ago and it failed miserably. I want to start it again, but this time, I'm determined to finish it. But I warn you, it's going to be one hell of a ride, and a long one at that. If you are unwilling or incapable of devoting six months or more to a thread, then don't even bother reading any further. I want dedicated, talented writers looking to broaden their skills and capabilities as a role player and writer. If you have never role-played on SRP, you will not get a part here. You need not have completed a thread yet, that's understandable if you haven't. But I need good writers, plain and simple. OK, now that I have (hopefully) brushed away the wannabes, let's get down to business. A.M.P.E. is a space station, and the name stands for Automated Monitored Prison Experiment. Four people have been collected from four different dimensions and have been thrown in this place together. No one inside knows why they are there or why they were selected. They are all from vastly different worlds and there will be a LOT of culture shock involved. This story should get very intense and psychological. There will be dark themes, and I hope to get this thread very messed up and hard to deal with by the weak of heart. I'm looking for two males and one female (I already have a friend filling the other female position) for this sci-fi setting, but a sci-fi background is not necessary. I want at least one fantasy character, but no more than two. The same goes for modern or historical period characters. To clarify, a fantasy character is not from Earth, but a historical period character could still be human(did). One sci-fi character maximum, but not necessary. The most important of the above-mentioned is the modern character, but again, this is not necessary. Rule #1 above all others is that they will be from vastly different worlds. For example, if there are two fantasy characters, one comes from a world that is all knights, wizards, gods and monsters (think the Forgotten Realms campaign setting for D&D), while the other is from a world that has just gone through a magically-induced Apocalypse or an equally dire and horrible place (think the Griffon series by Mercedes Lackey or the Raven loft campaign setting for D&D). Even if your character is from a modern Earth-like world, I will expect there to be at least a little world building worked into your character description. I will go ahead and take ideas right now, post your character concepts on this thread. I have not started the thread yet and will not until we get our full complement of writers. Please be prepared to handle rejection, because I am going to be very - and let me emphasize VERY FUCKING selective on this one. Spoke with Vandal heart, and have worked out a decent character... enjoy! Name:Orin TherinasiRace:Human/Fey (Satyr)Age:65 (Looks 19)Height:5'8"Weight:180Hair:Brown Eyes: Brown Character Background:Fantasy Description:Orin stands broad shouldered for his size, with well toned arms and a thick, shaggy mane of curly brown locks that seems to flow down his back and falls just short of his eyes. His ears come to the classic Elvish points, but are hidden beneath his hair for the most part, as are the nubs of his horns. He has a thick mustache and beard, which he keeps meticulously groomed and which seems to shine with the same luster as his hair. His goat-like legs, also covered in rich brown fur, end in dark cloven hooves, and his tail seems to twitch and wag in keeping with his emotional state. The rest of his body is hair suit, but exudes an aura of masculinity that is hard to ignore. When alone, he is usually unclothed, preferring the freedom of movement that such a state allows him, and seems completely at ease around others while either he, or they, are undressed. However, for the sake of moralities, he has agreed to wear at least a loincloth while in public settings. Normally, however, he wears the initiate robes of his order, and seems overly proud to do so, but pins them in a decidedly Roman style, gathering them at the shoulders and allowing them to drape from his torso in a toga-like effect. History:Born of a mountain Herdsman and a Fey deserter, who died during his birth due to wounds she bore from her battles, Orin was quick to learn that the pipes, and even his voice, held a power that he could use to accomplish many things. By singing, or by playing, he could control the flocks of his father, create strange light, and even scare off the wolves that threatened the flock! On the same day as the death of his human father, he left the mountain fastness that had been his home, and began his search for understanding, hoping to improve his gift. The world he found was cruel and cold, with most turning from him due to his mixed heritage, but he was of a stubborn race, and raised by a father that would not bow down, even to the strength of a mountain, and he forced his way through, learning in spite of the roadblocks, and growing to have a true grasp of the basics of the bardic arts that impressed one of the local Masters. This Master, whose name was Asturias, took the young Satyr into his confidence, and began to teach him the secrets, to share with him the true nature of the song mages. When Orin had learned enough, Asturias arranged for his entry to the nearby Academy, hoping that the teachers there would be able to assist the half-breed in unlocking the secrets of his Fey nature. Character approved. We are now looking for another fantasy character (maybe, but not likely), or a sci-fi character or two, or a modern character, but I would very much like to have a character from some breed of post-apocalyptic. If anyone has a character from this type of world, Earth or otherwise, you will have a better chance of acceptance. Motto: Girl next door with possibility of attitude Character approved, please elaborate. Suggestions include either dropping the brother, adding more siblings, and/or removing the mother from the equation. See how any of those work with your concept and get back to us. OK, people. We now have both female positions filled, although the other female writer is still setting up her character. More on that later. Our last position is waiting for a good male writer to step up and get checked out. So far we've only had to turn down one applicant, so don't wait too long. Th's thread is going to be a thing of wonder. Alrighty have my account back This is the way the world ends, not with a bang... StevenWith an unshaven look, unkempt red hair, and piercing brown eyes, he is a sight to be held. He looks old, at first with the graying hair on his temples he seems around fifty, but a closer look reveals hard lean muscles under simple clothing of flannel and jeans, he could be as young as thirty. The eyes give nothing away, they are ageless. Pools of gunfire that seem to contain the knowledge of worlds. He'll never tell you this, but he's the last of a very selective breed. An entire planet, which had been plagued with war since the first person could pick up a stone and throw it at someone else. Then the stones got bigger, faster, more creative. In a thousand years stones turn into bullets, a thousand more they turn into missiles... And after that? Lasers, photons? Did it matter? Technology was nothing more than great men building complicated stones to throw at one another. Civil wars ensued, the entire planet destroyed. He lived on it, for a time. Scavenging, running, hiding in the once vast and beautiful cities. Skyscrapers, like giant gravestones rose hundreds of feet into the once beautiful blue horizon, now tainted and twisted with purples and greens. Clouds floated overhead, sorry excuses for clouds which held no rain, nothing more than acid that ate away at what was left. And what had been left? Not much... they had blown it up in an attempt to rule all. And now they did. The ghosts of those who pushed the buttons, and sent this planet into nuclear winter now rules the rotting corpse of Steven's home. He was the last... the last that he knew. The rest of them, those who survived had either fallen apart from radiation, or ended their own life. Corpses young and old, healthy and sick littered the streets. Littered the world. Pooh live, you and I do not get along well in an SRP setting, so I'm going to say no. Besides, you're not interested in the story, you're interested in Sweet, and she didn't invite you. Sorry, but your character is denied. We already have a post-apocalyptic character in the works. Ready when you are Character Name: Johnathan (John) Pierce Age: Early 30'shaft: 6'1, built nicely, not overly muscular or too lean Hair: Dirty blond hair, kept long enough that it falls into his eyes occasionally. Eyes: Brown Character Background: Sci-Fi Description:John is not the unique of individuals, at least not at the surface. If one were to see him in a crowd of others, there isn't much that would stand out. His demeanor is slightly odd; he has his moments where he can be cheerful, witty and almost having a good time, yet at other moments he is calm, collected and almost distant. He has seen a great deal of pain in his life, and in the moments of quiet, it shows through in his eyes. When he respects and/or trusts someone, he expects the same in return, he expects people to be loyal and, to some extent, obedient. History: Born in a time when Earth had been evacuated, and everyone having moved to a different solar system, John grew up enjoying the freedoms that growing up on an outer planet allowed. However, these times were not to last. The government of the inner planets decided that both inner and outer planets should be under their rule, and decided to enforce this decision by any means necessary. War broke out, and John fought to keep his freedom, stay out from being under someone else's rule. The war dragged on, but eventually the ruling force won, people fighting for independence were forced under the rule of an oppressive government. John watched from the battlefield as war ended, men all around him were gunned down. John walked away from that final battle, but not the same man. He had changed, watched his friends and comrades die all around him and seen everything he believed in crushed beneath the heel of the government. Deciding it would be better to stay out on his own, away from the control of the government, John bought a transport ship, and decided to live on it, doing jobs (legal or otherwise) and flying from planet to planet, keeping to the sky and living his own way. Character approved. We are just waiting for our last writer to post her character, and we can get this show on the road...and please, no comments about handbaskets. Wow... I'm approved. I must say I'm slightly honored, I don't think I've ever actually been approved for anything in my life. *tear* This is the happiest I've ever been. Handbaskets? Welcome Aboard Hawk "Where are we going, and why am I in this handbasket?" Come on, you've heard the phrase, "going to hell in a handbasket", right? Yeah, I thought about it after I typed that up, realizing it was a stupid question. I'll try not to ask anymore. There are no stupid questions, but there are a lot of inquisitive idiots. Just kidding. Don't sweat it dude. :O Play nice V!Don't make ME start asking stupid questions, I know how to come up with some very, very ignorant questions to ask #post18950842There's our thread. Let's wait for Alone to post her character so we know we're all on board, then let's get started. The rooms you each find yourselves in is a white, sterile room, in which everything is very boxy. The bed is molded to the wall and looks very cube-like, as is everything in the bathroom, the door to the bathroom and the door to the central core of A.M.P.E. If you were outside A.M.P.E., what you would see would look a lot like the Singular Wireless mascot, but with a thyroid problem. Think of one huge sphere, surrounded by four smaller spheres, each connected to it by a small spoke, or umbilical in an X formation. Each of these smaller spheres are the rooms, and the center is the meeting ground. Sorry for the Elaine-come-lately, I've just been waiting for a chance to get online and do some writing. Character: Eve Description: A tall, slender woman with dark blonde hair and bright gray eyes that shine almost silver. She has a tattoo of the name EVE and a series of numbers along her left wrist. Notes: Eve is extremely quick and graceful, and somewhat stronger than you'd expect for her frame. Past: Eve can't remember herself. She vaguely remembers a hospital and being surrounded by men in dark green lab coats. She remembers a burning vehicle and waking up in a scorched out land without any supplies. Furthermore, she was trying to make her way to a Redoubt, but she stumbled onto a Render camp and had to flee for her life. Hello all, and glad to know you! Looking forward to seeing the kind of situations we can work ourselves through, and think we have what may be the most diverse group I have ever seen assembled in a single plot here on Lit! So V, is there anything you can tell us about where we will wake up? I'd hate to be talking about blank walls and hallways when you had something else in mind. I like the Ben and Gwen idea though, nice touch. Also, are you planning on dropping directional hints and clues here, Ala GM style, or are you just going to turn us lose in your little creation? Rufus What You Seen your rooms, you each see blank, sterile white flatness. Everything is very angular, efficient and bright. This is a Feng shui nightmare. Everything is set up just to reflect the minimalism of whoever set up the room. The bathroom is separate from the bedroom, and there is a door separating them, but it retracts through the ceiling a la Star Wars. There is another large door on the bedroom, but it will remain locked until my next post. I'll post once you guys get done being all freaked out about being in a new place. Alrighty, time to play Should I wait for everyone to post an initially as planned, or should I go ahead and have Ben say the welcome speech? Up to you really, either way it gives more to go by than just waking up. I've already posted but eh, what. Can drill "Ben" later I forgot to say this, so I'll say it now. When you put your first post down, I have only one rule: no questions unless it is the very last thing in your post. Ben will automatically respond to any question he is asked, and if you go do other things after asking a question, it will actually be going against Ben's character, so please try to keep to that rule. OK, never mind. Ben is just biding his time, waiting for everyone to wake up. BTW, pay close attention to your into, because some of you were in immense pain. Nauseating pain. Good job, Sweet. It's been awhile, I forgot that "Ben" being everywhere would automatic answer any and all questions, no matter how stupid they were. But it might be easier to just do the 'greeting' once everyone is up. And did you expect anything else hon? I am rusty a little, but I don't think I've lost too much 'skill' while forcefully away. But do let me know if something doesn't 'compute' right for ya Will do my best to comply or tell ya where to go!thanks for the invite back sexy buns! Of course, Sweet. You know I'd do (almost) anything for you! Almost? /pout Yeah, almost. No taking over the world, having sex with animals, or rigging up explosive devices for you unless your life is in danger. Hey there! I have a couple of questions about the representation of Gwen that has appeared to my character. I have read and re-read the entry, and cannot determine if she is clothed or nude. Also, I was wondering if she has a physical form or if she is merely a projection. Both of these have relevance to how a Satyr will react to her presence, no matter how "plain" she seems. Thank you, Rufus Good question LOL @ VI forgot to even read this Why no explosive devices? And the rest . Ew@ animal sex! How you even came up with that one. I don't want to know hon keep that one in a closed file somewhere inside your warped mind. Its bad enough. Nm can't share that info OK guys, let me give you some operating specs on Gwen, since it will matter, as Rufus brought up. The G.W.E.N. sphere is a completely inclusive biological construct. It can create food, plants, and even animals and atmospheres, flash-aged to full maturity in a matter of seconds. Everything in there is completely biological, but for Orin's purposes, it has no soul magically speaking. However, the satyr's perception of this may not be that she has no soul. The rendering that Gwen creates for the containers is, again, completely biological, but the spirit of Gwen, if one exists, is everywhere in the biosphere. Rufus, you're really going to have to come up with how he reacts to her on an ethereal level, because whether or not she has a soul or spirit, or whatever you want to call it is a subject for much debate. I'll leave the debate alone and simply let you decide, but I will tell you now that how you have Orin react to her biology with or without a presence in the spirit world, or dreaming, or ether or whatever, will affect how this story developed. No pressure. Elayne, Eve can see that these renderings are remotely controlled by the AIs, but her optics aren't quite strong or elegant enough to plow through all the ambient energy fields to track down their source. As advanced as her implants are, the technology used to make this place is just too subtle. I will try to track down a picture somewhere that I like enough for Ben and Gwen, but suffice it to say, they are both clothed. For now, until I can get some pictures posted, don't describe their clothing if you can avoid it. I don't like to give detailed physical descriptions of my characters if I can get away with it, because I like to leave as much to the imagination as possible. Lemme see if I can find a good pair of pictures. Be right back. This is Gwen'm having a little trouble finding one for Ben. I had to make him so fucking unique, didn't I? Thank you for the information, and I will work on getting a post up as soon as I return on Monday. Have a good weekend all! Rufus OK, in light of this, I'm going to wait until Monday to post, since Sweet and Hawkeye are getting just a little ahead, and my brain is mush right now. By the way, Sweet, Beth got Orin and John backwards when thinking about those directions. Ahead? Pfffffft I'm posting slow as hell and going no where but asking questions Big baby will fix it later, just took some stuff to try and kill my Bronchitis Free germs! Sorry, when I wrote that I hadn't slept in two days, and I was beginning to doze as I was trying to come up with responses to what's there now, so I decided a moment of R&R would work. Oh yeah, something else I thought of today, once I got some sleep. Rufus, you're off the hook. I'm going to say that Orin's magic is based on simple energy manipulation, and he's a (kind of) psychic vampire, but only in that he needs bioelectric fields around him to survive. Gwen is producing one, so she will come across as "alive" and "with a soul" to him, so there you go. What this also means, is that pretty soon - as in, the next time it happens - he will realize that what she does is pretty much the same thing she does, but technically perfect mastery. The only difference is its still childish and simple, whereas Orin has the spark of true, living, breathing imagination to fuel his creations. Hell, if you want to get Gwen on your good side - PERFECT side - you'll teach her. Gotta love those fucked up forbidden relationships, don't you? OK, Hawkeye, since you're about to get a bird's eye view of the place, you should know a little bit about Beth's little city rendering. John may have seen a few old pictures of ancient San Francisco. The scene he is about to see is much like a beach park there. There are a few skyscrapers in this rendering, but the scene he is approaching is much more lush than most of the colonies he has been to. He has only seen growth and natural beauty like this on a few, extremely rich colonies. Since he hasn't asked Gwen to show herself, he is going to be a bit disoriented as to which one of the two beauties down there is Beth and which is Gwen. Also, considering who you've based John on, he knows exactly what that vehicle is in the parking lot, and he is going to shit a brick. There is room enough to land in the lot, and the Antigua propulsion on the Fade will not damage or push on the car even if he lands only a few feet away. Rufus, just in case you've never heard it or haven't heard it in quite some time, here's the low-down on Italian app Flail, the Forsworn Prince. Irtalien (your-TAL-ee-yun) the high side (SHE, basically an elf) was a young, simple, yet powerful and well learned sorcerer on the northern side of Ireland. His brother David was the High King of the dreaming of Ireland, or Arcadia. Italian had no use for such titles or positions. His days were filled with study and overtures of love for his wife, Milena. There were popular, but non-traditional, stories written in modern day that said she disappeared one day, gone on yet another one of her many frivolous quests and small wars undertaken and waged simply to keep her from dying of complete boredom. A year later, the Mongolian Horde showed up on his doorstep offering Italian riches beyond most men's wildest dreams if he would just get her away from them, saying "Please, we captured her a few months ago, but we can't contain her or kill her - for the love of mercy, make her stop." Their marriage was a study in opposites. He was studious, she was furious. He was quiet, she was anything but quiet. But, in the words of Poe, their love was a love that was more than a love. Eventually, David died, and a new High King was set on the throne, but this new king was less enlightened. The first unenlightened idea the asshole had been that Italian would likely want the throne. Italian wanted no such ting, but the new King's paranoia would not hear any of it. The second idiocy was that the FAE were no longer compatible with mortals, so it was time that Arcadia receded completely into the dreaming, leaving the waking world behind forever. Through his studies, Italian knew that such a move would destroy both the dreaming and the waking world. The new King heard Italian's warnings and cried treason at the top of his lungs. Italian and Milena were arrested immediately. They were taken far away into the deep dreaming, ethereal miles from the gates of Arcadia. Milena was raped until she died, and Italian was forced to watch the lengthy ordeal. And it was lengthy - one could imagine that she didn't go down without a serious fight. But she did go down, and something in Italian broke. He used his sorcery for the first time in years and annihilated the guards who were carrying out the sentence. One week later he led a one-man assault on the gates of Arcadia. He was the Fair Folk equivalent of the legendary Oriental ideal: one warrior for a thousand. However, he eventually was captured and his magics were silenced. He was taken again to the same location of his love's violation and demise and placed in a box constructed on the spot by a thousand of his former colleagues and students. The box existed between the dreaming and the waking, in a place that he could not interact with either world. The spell used to create the box stated that Italian would "remain imprisoned until a day before forever ends." Irtalien is a villain even in the stories of the unsee lie court, the court of nightmares. There are a few cults of the Forsworn all across Europe, Asia and Africa, but they are often hunted to their last member. It should be noted that when the most recent High King in Orin's world was placed on the throne, he was heralded on the occasion of his coronation by a bard who proclaimed at the top of his lungs that from that day, the see lie court would rule...forever. Just wanted to apologize for my lack of activity recently. These past few days have been incredibly hectic for me work-wise, but I have a break for a little bit, so tomorrow night I will make my next post. I had some trouble myself, Hawkeye, so don't sweat it. I think everyone has taken a short break. We'll pick it up again when we can. Hey there gang! I honestly thought I had left word, but just noticed I hadn't. My daughter was married last Friday, and I spent all last week struggling with the wave of last minute emergencies and details that invariably crop up from such an event... as it happened, there were even more than expected!! Nevertheless, I have returned, and will begin working on a post for Orin shortly. My apologies for having slipped off and not left word, but I thought I had done so, and didn't think to check! Rufus This is Ben'm hoping that link will work. It routes to photobucket, so we'll see. Anyhow, it looks like our first big vacation from posting is coming to a close, so as soon as we're ready to start picking up the pace again, everything should be golden. Still here, Just waiting on Hawk to get back in action WB Rufus Thanks Sweet! I missed you guys! So sorry...these past two weeks have been absolute hell for me...but now it's over so...time to come back. Wb Hawk Now we can get back to making V's time hellish My time is hellish with or without you guys, so I might as well enjoy the experience of Ring with you. I'm really having a lot of fun with this thread. I know it seems to be moving kind of slowly, but I expect it will pick up soon. Furthermore, I still have some plot twists to throw at you guys later on, but I don't even see the need for them just yet with as well as it's going so far.BTW, I should make it perfectly clear at this point, even if it is for far-future reference - if it seems as if I'm taking control of your characters, please understand that I am not doing so. I one of your character's does something in one of my posts, your character will have no knowledge of it if confronted later by the other character they will have had this interaction with. And no, I will not explain myself on this subject. Orin, I would just like to point out that your posts are absolutely beautiful. Every single time I read those monsters you plop down, I have three reactions.1) Wow. Pretty.2) Sweet zombie Jesus on a Pogo stick, that's a big post.3) Oh, I'm going to use that against him later. *Bows graciously and giggles*Far be it from me to be the one that comes up short! Truth be told, I have been getting a lot of inspiration from the interactions! Rufus Why, thank you, sir! Hawk vanish again or is my post too little to go forward with? Let me know can always edit it and move it further. Well, you can edit it to move on now, or you can edit it so that you'll be able to interact with Rufus now that he's shown up. Either way, it's your choice, but if Hawk gets left in the dust, you guys are going to have to work it out with him, so I would suggest waiting one or two more days. Oh, my apologies, I somehow missed that you had posted, and was waiting for you. I am not quite sure HOW I missed it, but somehow I did. Hey there, Hawk. We'll wait up for you. OK, so, here's where one of the big challenges of running a thread this big comes in. We now have multiple players in the same room all interacting at once. So, I am going to wait on my response until everyone either response or posts on here that they aren't going to. I also want to ask if you guys would think a taking turns policy would be a good idea. Let me know. Vandal Heart said: I also want to ask if you guys would think a taking turns policy would be a good idea. Let me know. Click to expand... Might be a good idea, but I'm not sure how to work it... We might use an"okay, your turn" scenario, or we might go by time... so many days to get in a response before we move on. I have no real experience in this one, so feel free to correct, please! I'm fine with taking turns. Furthermore, I'm sorry I've been out of it for so long. Final Fantasy XII came out Halloween day, so I've been feeding my addict...enjoying my copy. Why are you looking at me like that? I don't have a problem. I'm fine. YOU CAN'T HAVE MY GAME!!! Anyhow, we can discuss it on here, but my idea was to set up basically a rotation, like with a board game, barring certain instances where someone will give up their turn if need be. Any other ideas would be welcomed, but this was my idea. I'm holding out for Guitar Hero 2. I would be holding out for that one as well, but I'm a die-hard Final Fantasy fanatic, and I never did get to spend much time with Guitar Hero One, so I don't really know what to expect. Sorry about my lack of posting as well. I, too, have been sucked in by the lure of Final Fantasy XII, as well as having school work. Tests and papers coming out my wazoo, and not in a good way. Still here and waiting for everyone to interact / catch up whatever I know all too well the enigmatic lure of the FF series! I've played every one of 'em so far (Including Dirge of Cerberus, a BIG disappointment for me because I was never a fan of shooters). Never tried GH, but then it doesn't sound too sedentary-friendly, and I like me games turn-based and relaxing... I was going to wait for Hawk, but can post something else to keep things going if you all want. Watch think? I actually liked the Favicon game. It was a bit hard to get the controls down, and I must admit that I would prefer some traditional Final Fantasy interfaces, but it works for one game. Besides, the chance to see Vincent Valentine kick some ass is always worth it, no matter the package...ok I take that back. There are a few packages that I would rather not see, like a puzzle game a-la Bust-A-Move, but that's about it. And I still want a beautifully rendered, in depth, epic storyline about something or other (I don't really care what) that involves a scene in which I get to seriously and fatally wail on Winnie the Pooh. And I want the FMV after that fight to have Christopher Robin walk over to stand over Pooh's horribly mangled body and say, ever so matter-of-factly, "Stupid fucking bear." There it is. My one and ONLY bitch about the Kingdom Hearts series. I've had it with trying in vain to swing at the little yellow cancer with a red shirt AND NO FUCKING PANTS and producing for my efforts a perfectly healthy, if overweight and retarded, stupid fucking bear. I'm holding out for that sequence in KM:III, but expectations are low. God, I hate that stupid fucking bear. Maybe one of the FF:XIII's will have a small, semi-cute, talking, but retarded bear with no decent attacks to speak of, but an inordinate amount of hit points so that I can enjoy a good long thrashing of the intelligence black-hole that is the Winnie the Shit. Am I rambling? Does it bother you? If a tree falls in the forest, and no one's around to hear it, and it falls on a mime, does anybody care? So, you obviously got the message. Just one thing before we get started here. None of you said shit about my wonderfully witty post about Winnie the Perfectly Useless Crap-log. I'm not offended. I just wondered if I offended someone else. Anyhow, down to seriousness... How are we going to get these happenin' people laid? You go first, I usually have crappy ideas when it comes to this part. I think we've done such a great job with the background setting; now we just need to get everyone together to allow sparks to ensue. I do believe the lady is right Sorry my last was a bit... depressing to say the least. But really, I can't be made to write anymore 'preparing to leave' posts, or I might go insane and take Beth with me! Also doesn't help I have the flu right now and lack any thought process other than SLEEP! Anyway I am sure Elaine would like to finally meet the slow-going trio I'm going to post my entry soon enough, and perhaps that will give some motion to the group. As far as our sexual encounters... hey I'm a Satyr for gosh sakes! Anybody so much as HINTS at an interest, and I'm all over 'em! Cool, cool. How about you, Hawkeye, any suggestions? Nothing I can say right now hasn't been said before. Looks like we're starting to get on the right track I suppose. Cool. OK, everyone, I liked what we got done in this meeting. Margaret, get those numbers to me by Friday and remember to wear a fetching skirt tomorrow. Bill, quit copying your ass and get your shit together. Anyways, I'm ready to get down to business. I actually think you guys know what you're doing more than I do, which will carry us far. OK, BAC to the story. Alright, a question about weaponry. I know you are limiting us about explosives and the like, nothing that could, potential... maybe... with a little luck, lead to our breaking out, but you have been dropping oh so subtle hints for a while now about the chance for us to get into some actual combat, and I know that Orin for one would rather face such eventualities armed. In his former setting, meaning before he got swiped, my Bard had been well versed in the use of the sword and dagger. His quick reflexes and nimble nature were well suited to fencing, and it worked well with his spell casting. Now I'm not saying "Hey can we get guns" here... hell what would a Satyr know from calibers anyway, but what about things like swords, bows, axes, maces and the like? Heck, my guy can conjure them if needed, though he would probably stick to hardened brass instead of iron, and he knows how to make longbows and arrows from scratch, but I'm thinking it would be a good idea to ask before I just jumped in and did so.he-he And hedoesalready have that little knife, remember... Just throwing my monkey wrench into the works. Rufus I was trying to ignore this until the last possible moment, but I guess I should spill a few beans.1 - Safety features of A.M.P.E. Through a complex array of (basically) tractor/repulsed fields and energy manipulators, everything from natural disasters (like falling trees) and mechanical disasters (John getting high before piloting the Fade and subsequently crashing) to physical altercations (fisticuffs, melee, and projectile weaponry, even vehicular attacks... Beth) and magical/pseudo magical attacks (Orin's song spells and Eve's implants) will basically be dealt with via deus ex machina. To give examples using the above listed, the tree would stop 3 inches from the character's body, the Fade 3 inches from the ground and John's body 3 inches from anything that would hurt him, physical attacks would be slowed and halted including Beth's car and Orin's knife, a fireball cast by Orin would fizzle at the last second, and Eve's implants (we still haven't hashed those out) would simply fail for one reason or another...finger blades would be considered a physical attack and any ranged attacks would either fall short (projectile) or suffer power drain (energy weapon). I actually hadn't planned on removing everyone's weapons, but Hawkeye's original post kind of made that decision for me. The only reason Eve still has her implants is that they were either scannable or unremovable without killing her. Besides, both lead to some interesting role-playing, and a few ideas on my part. Hint: nothing in transport was destroyed when the containers were collected, down to the weapons and even the "illnesses" mentioned. I did mention those, right? Anyway...moving on.2 - The knife Orin made and the vehicles Gwen made.The knife can cut things/people. The Fade can crash, perform "haircut flybys", and can even be upgraded for weapons platforming and extra-atmospheric flight. The Lamborghini (SP?) can certainly crash into/run over people/objects. Don't get me started on the capabilities of that horse Eve has (evil...EVIL, I SAY). All these things fall into the rules listed above. For now. Hint: the safety controls were mentioned in the first post - you might want to take a look at Ben's complaint.3 - Fertilizer + Ventilator = Possible? The answer is yes, the chances of there being a fight in this thread are very probable. I would even go so far as to say that they are unavoidably high. As you have noticed by now, you are not alone on this space station, and your visitors aren't exactly the kind of people you'd invite over for dinner. However, my primary goal is not to threaten your characters with bodily harm, rather I intend to infect psychological stress, possibly even damage. I trust that you can all separate your real knowledge from your character's knowledge in this degree, so I won't say anything other than this sentence on the subject. Hint: Remember, three entities on this station have already revealed themselves to possess the capability to manufacture illusions. No Ankara robotic assembly lines pieced together that Fade, no German engineers had anything to do with that Diablo, Greek artisans besides Orin have never laid eyes on that knife, no zing-powder-crazed servo-monkey laid a hand on that Racehorse, and Ben was the only entity involved in that chair's construction. Nothing being what it seems would at least be more reliable than this, because in here, some things are what they seem - you just have no way to tell which is which.4 - Me being a bastard. Suck on it, you signed up.5 - Game balance. OK, by this point, there may seem to be a bit of imbalance between the characters. Let me lay that to rest right now. John: nearly a thousand years - at the very least - of technological advancement over everyone else with their memories intact, slight dependency on said technology. Orin: powerful sorcerer, culture shock and some major weaknesses that are easily exploited. Eve: nanite/biotech implants, complete amnesia of their capabilities and usage procedures coupled with a slightly Shaka psyche. Beth: no innate abilities other than the psychological capability to adapt to more situations to a much better degree than any of the other containers and an extremely steep earning curve (once she gets used to her surroundings). These will all be utilized during the course of the story, I promise, and I do mean both the merits and faults. Basically, Eve and Orin are mini/max characters, while Beth and John are balanced characters.6 - Apology was just kidding about #4.7 - Dunno.... I can't really think of anything else right now. Any thoughts? OK, I forgot about the holidays being so close. Anyhow, it's good to be back for me, how about you guys. I'm ready to get started once everyone else is, so I'll see you all on the thread. I'm here V! Just waiting for someone to actually interact with poor Orin before I post anything... It is good to be back though, too much family is not really a good thing! Rufus I'm here too, just trying to get settled in to the post-holiday world. I'm ready to start when everyone else is.-Hawkeye Here, finally. Ready when you are Rufus the Mad said: ...too much family is not really a good thing! Rufus Click to expand... AMEN!!!!! OK, I don't mind everyone chilling out for a while, but I'd at least like to hear from you every once in a while on this thread. If we need to discuss where the story is going, cool, but I'm getting a little nervous here. Just tell me the thread hasn't died and I'll be happy. Still here V I'm still here V, no worries! I'm just waiting for someone to actually come over and revive Orin. Don't want to come across as rude and overwhelm the thread! My apologies, I am still here, I have just been busy for a while... I will post probably tonight/later today I'm still here as well. As the last character to join the group, I don't have much to do right now. Skies. I am breathing a sigh of relief, just so you know. I'd just like to point out right quick that Gwen did change the appearance of Eve's quadrant to look almost exactly like Beth's because Eve didn't like the scene of destruction. You may need to edit your post appropriately. Thanks for the heads-up there V! I altered my post as was needed, giving the place more the feel of a giant ghost-town than a glowing radioactive ruin. It's all the same as it was in the other city, but with a lonely air to it. If I need to change it again I will, no problem, but I do kinda like the mental image that it gives, and really love the way its making my poor Orin react! I'll work up my next post tomorrow, and see if I can't get us to the room. Rufus FYI... I will be taking a few days off of posting. One of my best friends died last night, and I simply cannot work up the passion to write. I'm not leaving, and I will be back. Just need a few days to clear my head. Rufus Rufus, my condolences. See to your friend and his family, and if you're reading this once you've returned, we have missed you. While we're on the subject of scant posting, I would like to formally inform (I always hate how that sounds when said out loud) everyone that I am gainfully employed, and it may look like advancement opportunity. It's a restaurant job, but the company is young and impressionable. And at least Sweets knows how I like young...and impressionable. Anyhow, it's taking up a bit of time, as jobs are wont to do, so you should expect me to check in on the thread every three or four days. Thanks for being so understanding guys, it meant a lot to me. Hope my latest effort is up to snuff, and as always, if something needs to be changed, just let me know. Rufus I wanted to apologize for my lack of posting recently, I've had a bit of writer's block. Hopefully I'll get over it soon, I'm hoping to post tomorrow. Sorry for the lack of posts. Not to worry, Hawkeye. I haven't had a chance to check just yet, but please make sure you've amended your post regarding the appearance of Eve's quadrant. And as a side note, since I'm NT going to post just to point this out, there is in fact alcohol of every contained's home world behind the bar in that building. Again I just wanted to apologize as to the lateness of my post. I just couldn't seem to get into the head of my character and figure OTU what he would do, so I was having immense writer's block. Not my greatest post ever, but at least it moves things along a bit more. Hey gang, got a question Hawks latest post left me with an urge to respond to his characters words, but I know full well that I should wait for the others. So my question is this, should I post again, responding to the question put to me, or wait? Rufus I don't have a problem with you replying Rufus and I know exactly what you mean Hawk Between the flu kicking my butt and a little writer's block of my own, I am scrambling for any little bit of inspiration to be had . And finding none atm. Maybe if I could stop alternating between coughing and sneezing I could think! I guess wait and see what the other writers think before jumping ahead Rufus, just in case Go ahead and reply! Turns aren't as important now that we're together. Elaine is right. Now that all the characters are in one place, turns aren't important. It's keeping the timelines straight that's important. I have been sick for a while but I'm semi-mobile again. To make sure I read it right, Orin can 'hear' what's being said in case someone needs him, right? Visually not present but able to listen if I read it right? You got it Sweet, All I did is deaden the sound acoustics around him, kinda like putting on headphones. He's still visible to all, just ignoring the "foolish humans" for a bit. I'll give it a bit to allow interactions from the others, and then get a post in. @ Myself got it straightened out mentally the 3rd time I read it Not because of you or you're writing but because my brain is on shut-down mode until this damn cold goes away for good. V! You so owe me mister, I wanted to brawl damn it I know, I know. You're just going to have Beth find the safety controls, shut them down, then pick a fight so that she can get plastered to a wall and become morbid abstract art some other time. Do you want to get shot by John (assuming he finds a gun), or subjected to some other form of nastiness cooked up by Orin's magic or whoever put Eve's implants in? Your choice. Anyhow, it looks like this is going to be the first chance at a sex scene or two coming up, although it's going to take some serious change in the tide as far as social interaction is concerned if it's going to seem like anything but strained and forced by overeager writers. I'm all for waiting until the twentieth freakin' page before anybody gets it on, but if you guys can come up with a good plot twist or two as far as the relationships are concerned, then go for it. Basically, I guess I'd just like to hear your thoughts on the subject before everyone settles in for this first night in A.M.P.E. Voyeur Really doubtful you'd see any steamy scenes of a sexual nature on day #1, no one's 'gone without' long enough to forget they're prisoners and rip at each other's clothing. Nor has any two spent time alone to get comfortable. So you're most likely going to have to peek in on another thread for a good time. Unless you have Gwen 'spiking' the water? LolI'm still finding it amusing the whole idea of 'forbidden' relationships. Knowing the purpose they're captive, it would really burn one's ego if their experiment didn't work out as planned. So with all the hurt, pissed-off, desperate souls trapped on board and wanting to return home... How do you plan on stirring their lusts up?: popcorn :Sp Well, I've been thinking about that, and...um...yeah, I got nothin'. I repeat, this time with desperation: Any ideas would be greatly appreciated, because I've got this really awesome storyline with no romantic plot seeds. However, I did intend for some pretty dark shit to go down in THS thread, so PM me if you want your character involved in any of the following:Rape Physical torture (don't give me any crap about the safety protocols, I know how to get around that)Psychological torture These are the best I can come up with at the moment, since my brain is fried and preoccupied with excitement over going to see Ghost Rider in a few hours. Again, any ideas on sexual/romantic/twisted plot seeds would be greatly appreciated. Wait, hold up.... I get to rape someone???LOKI know its SRP, but you don't HAVE to have the S part of SRP besides I suck at Sex scenes.Hmm, the hologram going to go around molesting ppl? The image of a hologram molesting and raping me is going to haunt my dreams for a very, VERY long time, thank you. I have been trying to think of a way to help you out V, but nothing is coming right now. If I think of something I will let you know, however. I'm still working on a way to get John his weapon. No, no, Beth was the rapist and the molester are the holligramHowever I can't imagine a female raping someone, so that's out the door. A weapon though might be possible if we go exploring the ship Oh, okay, I understand now. Yes of course that makes it all so much better. Thank you for clearing that up. Perhaps John will do some exploring on his own... I am sensing some sarcasm. Lol I don't have the slightest idea what you're talking about. I've never been sarcastic in my entire life. Okay I'm a dirty liar. BTW V... I was planning on Beth worming her way into the main ship console area with the help of Gwen. So shutting down the safety protocols just might be done soon enough Hey gang, My 'Peter up and died on me, so I'm sorry to say that my posts might be a bit erratic for a bit (till I can figure out why it refuses to accept the software pack that the manufacturers sent... GRR,). As far as the whole Sex part of our little SRP, Orin could always wreck a bit of revenge on the others by hyping their erotic little minds for 'em, and he's not above bewitching a nearby wench into subjecting herself to his needs... *evil, wicked grin*I also kinda like the psychological torment idea... but that's just me I suppose. I'll work on getting a post up either tomorrow or maybe Monday, depending on when I can snag a few minutes at the machine. Sunday I got my granddaughters b-day party, so that's out. Lol Sweetp4u said: However I can't imagine a female raping someone, so that's out the door. Click to expand... It's possible. Harder to pull off, but possible, trust me. Sweetp4u said: BTW V... I was planning on Beth worming her way into the main ship console area with the help of Gwen. So shutting down the safety protocols just might be done soon enough Click to expand... A- Not going to happen. Gwen's programming is too strict for that possibility to occur. B- Who said there was a main console area? C- Just kidding. D- You don't need Gwen for that. Hey gang, I thought I'd chime in. I'm, too, am more interested in crafting a good RP part. I feel that transitioning to sex should come naturally, and we should mostly be in character. Right now, Eve's angry, calculating and claustrophobic. Not really conducive to eroticism. I don't really have any particularly problem with in character rape, psychological or physical torture (within the guidelines.) I signed up for a prison thread, so I wasn't really expecting candle lit dinners. @ V Awesome. It looks like we're all in agreement here. Let's just let the flow take us where it takes us. And I saw that raspberry, bitch. You'll pay for that. Oh, you'll pay. Whatever, tiny time'll try and pretend later, when its convent to do so, that I am scared AAAA...okay...promise? *Doing my best hopeful child impression* Alright, since Orin made a fuckin' AWESOME suggestion, everybody is going to be going in the same direction soon. Hopefully. Let's wait to see what Eve does, then we'll move everything downstairs, so to speak. Some quick notes. Orin - AWESOME SUGGESTION...did I mention that already? Also, you might take a look at your last few posts, because your color HTML didn't take. John - Is Beth reminding you of anyone in particular in that last post? Because when I think of the inspiration for your character, what she just did seems REALLY familiar. Beth - That was so freakin' cute. I feel warm and fuzzy. Either it was cute, or I have an infection. Eve - As soon as we see what you're going to do, I'll have Gwen chime in to respond to everyone, because she's going to see what everyone thinks. GODDAMMIT thinking like an AI is weird. OK. I'll shut up now. You have an infection. Best call a doctor Women have these moods V. Bitchy, cute, sexy, cold... etc. Have yet to explore them all! Y'know V, that hadn't even occurred to me when I was writing my response, and now I feel really stupid. I'll be sure to attempt to incorporate that in my next post. Wow, how did I miss that? Thanks for the heads-up V, I appreciate it! I think I found them all, but let me know if you catch anymore. And believe it or not, the whole "Move to the center" thing wasn't my idea, it came from my wife, who has been following along to see what we do next. Lol YAY! We have fans at Rufus' place!!! SHOOT!!!!! I think someone has lost their mind *see above post* ^^^^ Your wife is brilliant Rufus Of course, so are you Well, since I posted not long ago I am going to be polite and wait Okay, I'm going to describe the setting for the core. Work this into your posts as you deem appropriate. The tunnel leading down to the core starts at about thirty feet off the shoreline on the west side of Eve's quadrant. If anyone goes to another quadrant, she's going to do the exact same thing with that stretch of highway. The tunnel is rectangular and lit by soft blue lamps in the upper and lower corners every twenty feet. It provides more than enough room for John to pilot the Fade in and ends in a bulkhead door with power moorings for the Fade shuttle and the Reader Nightmare. It has a parking space for the Lamb. There is also what looks like a freakin' HUGE scroll or painting case hanging from the wall nearby the parking space. Rufus, check your PM inbox for explanation. Once inside the core, you find a small meadow or city park (it fits both descriptions) and six doors leading to no buildings that you can see. Here are their descriptions:A cast iron slab door, with hooks for a bar and detailed Hilary (SP?). A red suburban style metal and plaster door. Think modern day house door and you've got the idea. A gothic style mansion door with a stained-glass depiction of the fall of Lucifer the Morningstar. A rustic aluminum door that looks like it came right off of a wood cabin. A pagoda style rice paper sliding door. A wicker door that looks like it belongs on a Hawaii hut. When any of this door are opened, you will find what is implied by the door itself. I will only give passing descriptions and let you guys come up with the rest. The iron door leads to the inside of a mythical castle. A Dungeons and Dragons nerd's live action fantasy come true. The suburban door leads to a high-priced, but still middle class American home. The Indies are decorated in progressive 50s style. The gothic mansion door leads to the ultimate goth/emo/nihilist party spot. It's huge, it has lots of BDSM equipment inside, and looks like it was decorated by someone without a tan. The rustic aluminum door leads to a wood cabin. Go figure. There ya go, Sweet. Pagoda means pagoda. Think upper class feudal Japan with all the decorations and accoutrements that go with it, and you have got the right idea. I suggest drawing inspiration for The Last Samurai. The Hawaii wicker door leads to the biggest cliché you can think of upon hearing the words "Cabana" and "Mai Tai" and "Surf's up, dude" and "Big Kahuna." Let you imagination run wild. John should recognize some te decorations as bearing a striking resemblance to the shirts that a certain pilot used to wear, if you want to make that reference, Hawk. Have at it, guys. Still waiting fer that PM there V... I'm kinda waiting till I have the lowdown before I post again. I knew I was forgetting something...oops. Hiya! I wasn't actually planning on joining the others in the core, V. As the resident bitch, I was kinda planning on breaking off from the others and sneaking back to go and pump BEN for information. Awwwwwwwww Why does she get to be the resident bitch??/pout lol Come on now, Eve is really cuddly under that distrustful exterior! Sounds good, Elaine. You guys will need to do a little bit of role-playing to show off any paranoia or speculation that this action will cause, if any, but only one post or so from everyone should take care of it. The descriptions for all the underground features will remain as given. The first person to get there will likely be whoever is riding in the car. John will likely be only a few moments behind because flying in a confined space is scary and does not move one to gun the engine. The reason I point this out is that the first person there will notice the "parking spaces" for the vehicles coalesce at the last moments of the approach. It will be obvious that there was something different there just a moment ago. If anyone gets the idea to find out what was just there, I humbly request that you dumb down your characters just a bit for now and not ask. Let's keep the revelations slow in the coming for now. Hey gang, I have finals this week, and am I having trouble getting computer time anyway, so I may be out till Friday at the earliest. Feel free to RP around me, just having Orin remain quiet and thoughtful or something. He DOES have a bit to work through now, anyway. lol Rufus Sounds good. If we move on without you, we'll have Orin being quiet and half-brooding...that whole deep in thought thing and whatnot. At the pace we're moving right now, we will probably be right inside the core or right outside of it when you get back to us, so think about what Orin's reaction. In fact, there is going to be a slight resemblance to the Dreaming Lands, so you can start working towards that. Sorry Sweet P! You already have the ingénue, so I get to be the bitch. Rawr! Elaine, I beg your forgiveness, but I took control of Eve a few times. Feel free, and do not spare my feelings in any way, to copy/paste my post into a PM and edit it to your heart's content, so I can fix any of Eve's actions or reactions. I needed to get a few points across, and I didn't know how to do it without some immediate and highly involved interactions. Again, I am so sorry if anything I put in there is out of character for Eve, and I apologize from the deepest level of my heart if I screwed anything up. Feel free to throw every freakin' thing right out the window and rewrite the whole damn post, just as long as you get the same information points out. Here's to the Ice Queen you're building and the hopes of my inability to completely fuck her up. Hey there kids! Sorry for the unexpected hiatus on my part, but I have been in and out of the hospital this past week due to a failing back, so I have had precious little time to write, or even the mental faculties to focus my eyes! (Morphine and Valium combos are FUSHUN stuff!) At any rate, I am happy to report that I have, indeed returned, and have even managed to crank out a post! My wife says to say "Hi" to everyone, and to let you know she is still reading along (even printed out a few posts to read to me in the hospital), and to keep up the great writing! From a comfortable seat in Valium-land, Rufus Nope, you have Eve mostly right. Oh, good. I was worried thee for a moment. Rufus, glad to see you're doing well, and glad to see your having some chemical fun...legally. Alright, I have more questions, you have alluded to the fact that neither Gwen nor Ben are responsible for the placement of some of the items in the rooms. Thereby, my questions are these. First, is it at all possible that the items taken from us when we arrived might have been set here? That we might discover Johns pistol, and Orin's instruments and portable hole? My second question concerns the decorations in the rooms. I know that the tropical room looks like a setting for a Midget movie, and that the others suit the general settings they are meant for. Does that mean that there is a chance we might find weapons decorating the castle chambers? You can see where I am going with this line of thought. Basically, since these rooms seem outside the influence of the controllers, can we find anything there that might be considered a weapon, or at least things that we can turn into makeshift weaponry? (Remember, a table leg makes a handy club!) Those are actually some very good ideas Rufus, and I was having some similar ones myself. I hadn't thought that what was taken from us might be here, but I like that idea. Having some way to protect ourselves is always going to be a nice thing. Thanks, Hawkeye, glad you liked it! Imma wait to hear back from V about all this, then I'll get a post together. Rufus Let me start by saying that I am terribly sorry about my absence. My roommate broke the computer we were using for internet access, and the other one didn't like lit erotica for some reason. Things are still Shaka on the internet connection front, but we'll see what happens. As for your questions, well....1. No. You will not find anything that actually belongs to your characters. Not here, at least. This should tell you something very disturbing about A.M.P.E.2. Yes. Anything can be made into a weapon, of course, and as long as you run it by me first, I'll probably allow any object that could be expected to be in each dwelling to be grabbed and used as an improvised weapon. This still does not negate the safety protocols.3. Okay, I know there were only two questions, but I'm going to put this in. Pay attention to your PM inboxes for the next couple of weeks, because each character in the core is going to find some of these objects that I was alluding to, so you'll need to know what they are when you post. If possible, try to keep the actions of your characters moving to another room as the last thing in your posts, should they go wandering. I don't have the layouts of these houses mapped out, precisely, so if you want there to be a certain kind of room somewhere, just make it happen. Try to keep it reasonable, though. No heavy cannon control rooms or anything else over the top like that. Okay, we have some characters taking naps. If we could, I'd like to hold off any posts from Sweet and Hawkeye until we can have everyone waking up at the same time again. I was actually planning on doing exactly that. Taking a break to wait for the others to get to bed as well, shouldn't be a big problem. Ditto that Working up a post now, so you all won't have long to wait. Awesome. Elayne, this means that you and I are probably going to have to work together to come up with a fairly long post or something. Go ahead and work up a preliminary and send it to me to tweak Ben's lines. If you have a better idea, let me know, but keep in mind that I don't have a messenger program at the moment. If anyone else wants to do this for some more in-depth conversations, go for it. If there's more than two characters in the conversation, we'll have to work up a rotation for the PMs so that our wires don't get crossed, but we'll burn that bridge when we get there. Sorry for going MIA on you there folks, life decided to rear its ugly head here recently, and bit me hard while it had the chance! I might be slow to respond for a bit, and I'm sorry about that, but I ain't dead yet! Lol It's okay. I've been a little scattershot with my posting as well. It's been a little hectic here, too. So are we waiting on something, or are folks just that busy? I've been wondering the same thing. Luckily, John is out of commission right now, because I'm incredibly busy with schoolwork the next few days, then moving into an apartment. So when we get to the next morning, if I'm a bit slow posting, I hope you all understand why. Yes, it's been that busy. I don't want to post until Elaine has something up for me to respond to. Just so everyone knows, my HIM [email protected] you want to do some quick, large posting. Check out this link. Right around post #106, Gershon and I started doing our posts in I'm and copy/pasted it into the thread. Once it got to be a decent size, we stopped and traded posts. If you'd like to do this, let me know. Elayne, I'd really like to get Eve to sleep so that we can move forward, and I think this would be a good way to do it. If you don't have HIM, let me know and we'll set up a private chatroom somewhere. Sorry! I didn't realize you were holding out waiting for me. S'ok. No worries. I'm going to try to post today or early tomorrow morning, but I tried to start writing up a response just now, and it was total shit. I think I'm brain-fried right now. Gods, I need sleep. I would like to apologize to the group for kind of usurping the thread there for a bit, I didn't mean to, but with everything that had happened so far, I really couldn't have little Orin simply slip off to la-la land like he had no worries. I would also like to thank VH for finding a way to close things out, I was really struggling to find the door on this one. Well, now that we are all asleep, what next? Who wants to be the first one up and get things rolling again? I'm thinking that I will keep Orin out of it for a bit, just let him sleep until someone wakes him. That will give everyone else a chance for whatever they want to do before I jump back in. Ready when you are, Rufus WWW Beth wants to sleep in and be lazy! She can do that. I have no problem with the other waking her up.BTW, is Eve actually sleeping yet, or can we just fast-forward if she's not? Yes, Eve's effectively sleeping. Let's move on. Well, then, Sweet, Hawk, since the two of you haven't posted in a while, one of you can start it off. If you're going to fight over it, give me time to sell some tickets and turn a profit. Well, if Sweet doesn't mind, I think that I'll go ahead and work on a post, get John up and moving for the next couple of days. On a side note, there might be a few days (starting around Saturday/Sunday) where I’m not posting, as I'll be moving into my summer sublet, and will need to work out things there. I'll be back as soon as I can though - I can't stay away from you people for long. I do not mind at all, have at it!Oh, and send the cook in for breakfast too k?? Be safe out there, we all know how evil moving can be! Nice try Vim not being conned into mud wrestling again! You sure Sweet? I mean, it COULD be an awful lot of fun. I sense my interest getting peeked... Mud is gritty and really sticks in uncomfortable places! But I hear there are some wild things you can do in a large vat of Jello Sweet, I like where this conversation is going. Where can we get a large amount of Jell-O? Alright, I'll put up my post tomorrow, because I'm MUUMUUS about to pass out here. Sweetp4u said: Mud is gritty and really sticks in uncomfortable places! But I hear there are some wild things you can do in a large vat of Jello Click to expand... Two words. K-Y Jelly. All I'm sayin'. Hey, Hawk, are you leaving the body of the note Gwen left out on purpose, or did you forget that I sent it to your PM box? Just let me know what's going on. As I suddenly realize how much of an asshole I sound like right there...please forgive the arrogant tone of that post. It's been a bad week. Hey, sorry I've been a bit MIA - just moved into an apartment, don't exactly have internet....so I'm kinda stealing wireless from one of my neighbors right now... (shhh....don't tell anyone) I'll edit my post to include the note Gwen left, I just forgot to put it in my post. Okay, that's cool. I was just worried that you'd never got the pm, and I couldn't find it in my outbox, so I was kind of freaking in my half-awake state at the time. I'm better now, though. Anyhow, does everyone else want to be woken up by Gwen or John, or would you like to start waking on your own? It's your call, just let us know if you want character intervention so that we can set it up. I'll take some intervention, though I don't really care from whom it originates. I'm just more or less letting folks get themselves back into the swing of thing before I jump back in myself. Okay, then. We'll play it by ear until that point. Sweet, if you could just insert a line of text covering Ben rendering some pitchers of juice, I'd appreciate it. I didn't really know how to work it into my post just now. Sure babe/swat Hey! Quit swatting the Vandal. It's just teasing and you know it. Anyhow, let's hold off for a moment until Elaine posts on Eve's movements. We're beginning to pull a bit too far ahead of her. What's wrong V? Don't wanna hand swatting at your ass?/halo Sweetp4u said: What's wrong V? Don't wanna hand swatting at your ass? /halo Click to expand... Don't make me laugh. Who did you steal that halo from? /gasp! Moi? Steal a halo!?? Never! It even hurt when I fell from heaven Not that you'd know being so wicked and such! I don't want to hear it. It took me FOREVER to get all the dirt off when I clawed my way up. So annoying. that's why they made showers/gringo V when does the party get started??? Actually, I think that's why they made BIG showers... You can never get yourself as clean as you can get when someone else is doing the scrubbing! Amen, Rufus. Although, that statement is a little dirty. Anyhow, the party, Sweet, gets started when it gets started. You guys are proceeding at your own pace, for the most part. When you find stuff, you find it. When stuff happens, it happens. I'm just controlling the background, so to speak. It's all on you guys. Pffffffft @ that too boring to start a party! Large showers?? Too late. Everyone has already partaken of the ion showers. You should have thought of that earlier. I'm thinking waterfall, or at least a swim... You'd never get Orin into one of those Ion Showers anyway. Never say never. Ion slip is a natural conditioner. He might enjoy it...if he were drugged or knocked out before he got there.*starts plotting* Okay gang, Old man Rufus is being drugged off to the annual gait of our planned vacation, so I'm going to be leaving at noon today and will be out of the loop for about ten days. I'm thinking that the individual characters should be able to keep themselves occupied with the searching, maybe with those that SLEP in a given area leading the hunt by throwing in whatever details they can think of. My fuzzy little songbird can just follow along, since he doesn't know what half the stuff is anyway. DIF you want, and are willing to wait for me to get back, I'll lead our merry band through the "Castle", and will expound on the tidbits I have already put in place. (I've got my eye on those fencing sabers!) Oh, Vandal, if there is anything in my previous post that concerns you overmuch, say you just don't really want us to have certain things or whatnot, feel free to fire me a line or three, and I'll amend what we find in my post. Till then, have fun kids, and remember that the spoils we take today will be met with adequate difficulties tomorrow! (Had a whole group of gamers scared to death of a nonexistent vampire once simply because I let them gather the wooden stakes that lined the pit-trap! Made one up since they seemed so enthusiastic... and killed off half the group with him.) Peace, love and cocoa puffs, Rufus At the pace the thread is moving right now, we shouldn't have much trouble. We'll see you when you get back, and have a good vacation, man. Hey all! Back from vacation, and dog-tired, but looking forward to jumping back into things. I'll read everything tonight, and will try getting a post in sometime tomorrow. Rufus Glad to have you back Rufus Indeed, it's good that you're here, man. Post whenever you can. Welcome back Thanks guys! What can we say, man? We kinda missed ya'! Sorry for the lame post, I just have no idea at this time what to do with Beth../plotting! I think we're getting to that point in the thread where it's beginning to seem more like a job to post than fun. We just need to stick it out, but if you guys have any ideas as to how to make this all fun once again, that would be great. I think once we get to exploring it'll get back to the way it was, with interactions between the characters Okay. So, just do the "Stay The Course" option. Sounds good. I plan on having fun > Although I have long since stopped being worried by that particular phrase coming out of your mouth, Sweets, it still makes me cringe a little. In any case, I can't wait. Point of fact V, I think Beth had already vacated the place and returned to her own apartment. Thank you. I'll do the editing. *tap tap tap* Is this thing on? Sorry, I've been meaning to post the past couple of days, but I kept getting distracted. Sorry for the delay Dude, where is Elaine? Sorry to have vanished on you there everybody! My computer decided it liked a certain plague virus, and took a header, and I had the devils own time getting the franking thing working again!! It's up and running again now though, and will continue (I hope) to do so for some time to come! Anyway, I threw a post up, though I might have shaved off a point or two as Orin tries to sort out everything that's happening. If I did miss something, I can always edit later. No problem, man. The thread is moving very slowly right now. It's just a "post when you think of something interesting" state right now. We're in no rush. Just wanted to apologize for it taking me so long to get a response up. I'm beginning the process of moving to a different apartment, so I've been pretty busy packing. I might be out of contact for a few days as I move, but I promise I'll be back as soon as is physically possible.~Hawk No problem. Just get back to us when you can.BTW, I will not be around during the week leading up to August the 10th, because I will be auditioning for American Idol in Omaha. Wish me luck. American Idol? Hopefully, you're perfect, and we'll get to see you on TV. Well, I guess we'd see you if you were really awful as well too... That is correct! Good luck Sorry for the delay, school is starting back up here, and I am very freakin' busy with getting everything done that needs to be done. I am waiting for Orin then will think of a reply for the spoiled wenches OH! My turn?! Sorry guys! No worries. Sorry I'm a little slower lately. RL is being a bitch again! Ditto here. I'll be posting tomorrow (technically today), and sorry I haven't in a while - classes have just started for me, so it was a bit hectic recently. Same here, so I totally understand! Is everyone busy or was I holding up the thread?? Just curious what's going on, as I was waiting for everyone else to reply. Mostly busy. Sorry, I've been worked pretty much non-stop for the last two months. My schedule's just returning to normal, from now to Christmas anyway. Bleh. I should marry rich. Same here Elaine, things are settling down here somewhat, that is until Xmas season madness. Anyway, WELCOME BACK!Don't forget to pamper yourself, Elaine?! Wonder what he's up to? I know what V had in mind for the story, but damn! Getting there reasonably is a pain in my backside. FYI, Orin didn't follow Bethany into the cabin Potty minds! Yeah, life and its requisite flood of minutia have all but buried me here! lol Between school, work, and all the crap that I have to deal with on the weekends, I barely have time to glance at my mail, much less shave off a bit of intellect to work on storylines! LolI'm working at tearing myself loose here before too long though, so Orin isn't dead! More as I can. Rufus THEY LIVE!!!!! I was a bit worried about you guys. Actually, every single one of my threads just froze. I was starting to think I was a stalking horse or something. Anyhow, I can't post today, and the next couple of weeks are going to be a little hectic since I'm moving, but if you guys want to take the time to look over what we've gotten accomplished so far and post your ideas on how to improve the story. Once I'm set back up in New Orleans, we can get back down to business. Oh, and let's make sure we know where we are and where everyone else is, as well. Beth is in her temporary home "the cabin" looking for Idol! LOL God I love throwing in stuff like that into a story. It really throws people for a loop. Okay, I'm back. And as for that kind of thing that Sweet is talking about, we need more of it. This story needs to explode, for lack of a better term. Let's kick it off. Gwen will be returning shortly, once some things happen. Sorry I can't be more specific, but I have to keep the suspense going.

OOC for A.M.P.E. - the biggest challenge you are likely to find on SRP|rating:3.0

Futanari Book Club OOC

The Inspiration(was supposed to be a literary discussion group, but an offhand comment during their first session led them to realize that they all had something in common. They keep buying books to keep their friends and family from asking questions, but the truth is… they never got to chapter two of that book they started with. The Book Club is made up of wives, girlfriends, shutting, and Milfs from all walks of life who are for one reason or another unsatisfied with their sex lives outside the club. They meet once a week at Eugenia’s house while her husband is off watching the game with his friends, and do everything with each other that isn’t talking about books. They’ve been meeting for over a year now, and sometimes they bring guests, not all of which share the Club’s particular gift. Futanari categories: “Masculine” is cock and balls, “feminine” is cock and vagina, “hermaphrodite” is cock, balls, and vagina.(“Eva” Teenage:35Gender:Fulani (masculine)Sexuality:Pansexual, dominant Body Type:Tall, slender, busty Occupation:Prosecutor Marital Status:Married to a man Favorite Book:American Psycho, Bret Easton Ellis Personality:Evie is viciously intelligent and incisive, suiting her occupation. She speaks softly but assertively at all times, keeping a cool persona almost entirely regardless of circumstance. Feel free to be as thorough or not as you want with the character profile. Add anything you think others should know. You don't have to play Fulani, but please keep in mind that most of the characters should be FTA, with other genders as the exception rather than the rule. I don't care at all if you want to play multiples. This is a pretty straightforward premise, as far as games I run are concerned! ("Sam" FreelineAge:26Gender:Fulani (feminine)Sexuality:Pansexual, switch Body Type:Curvy, taut Occupation:Stockbroker Marital Status:Single Favorite Book:Good Intentions, Elliott Kay Personality:Sam is deeply sexual and affectionate, leading her to seem restrained and distant to many in a society that frowns on such behavior in public. She therefor became something of a bookworm in search of what she wanted in the literary world and joined the club to try and socialize more. She absolutelyadoreswhat it's turned into and has persistent hopes of ending up in a harem with some cute, fuckable sister-wives as a result of her time there. (Miyazaki Age:24Gender:Fulani (Hermaphrodite)Sexuality:Lesbian, Submissive Body Type:Tall, plump, busty Occupation:Web Designer Marital Status:Single Favorite Book:Holes (or so she claims)Personality:Sakura is your typical wallflower, preferring to avoid the scary world of social interaction and keep her nose in a book. This habit, however, has made her a very avid learner, and thus she had worked hard to become a straight A student back in her high school years. The shy girl is a budding lesbian, though she's never had an actual relationship. That doesn't mean she's completely inept in terms of sexual knowledge though, as she bares a secret stash of Yuri doujinshi which she reads when alone and sexually frustrated. Thus, she is a large romantic and very much a submissive. She also tends to have a large attraction to taller women and those that have motherly frames. She truly has no idea how lucky she'll be as a friend drags her along to the book club though... (KorikoviaAge:35Gender:Fulani (Hermaphrodite)Sexuality:Pansexual Switch Body Type:Hourglass with Hartman Hips Occupation:Café Owner Marital Status:Single Favorite Book:(Jokingly) Bear by Marian Engel, (Serious) Angel maker by Nick HarkawayPersonality:Excitable, eccentric, absent-minded, loyal, caring, mischievous, and just a little bit forgetful describes Talia well enough. The owner of a small café in town, Talia joined the group with a friends' introduction. At first a little disappointed that there wasn't actually much book discussion she was quickly satisfied with what actually went on. (Mitchell. Age:23Gender:Female Sexuality:Bisexual, Submissive. Body Type:Short, plump. Occupation:College student/ stacks shelves at local bookstore. Marital Status:Single Favorite Book:Thrown, Monster Hunter International. Dr. Faustus. Personality:Megan is a complete nerd and proud of it. She loves the strange new worlds and settings in many of her favorite books and the characters within them, especially when they break boring old tropes. She mostly comes to the book club to hang out with other girls like herself, though once she learns its secret, there won't be any complaints from her. Hahah! I love monster hunter International:3 my fave is Nemesis. And I think Good intentions is on my audibles wish list... Is it any good...? Quote from: TheLaughingOne on 24-10-2017, 15:39:20hahah! I love monster hunter International:3 my fave is Nemesis. And I think Good intentions is on my audibles wish list... Is it any good...? Have not gotten that far. Nemesis was the last one I read. I think I skipped a couple, because I missed the one of them going to Vegas. Which left me confused at points but still good! Also got one some other dude did, memoirs or something its... Meh.? It wreaks of bad fan fiction. Its suppose to be the characters own memoirs, but It's so over the top Mary sue that explain doesn't really help as at the beginning Milo says it's all true (except the part of how the character gets laid all the time, he isn't sure on that). Its... yeah. I skipped going for the sequel book to it. Got into the Damien Faust and Black Magic Outlaw books instead, both are awesome.... Did... Did we just turn an IOC thread for a bunch of people joining a FTA sex club under the pretense it's a book club, into an actual book discussion thing...? The irony is pretty intense. That said, there's a reason I included that, lol. Quote from: TheLaughingOne on 24-10-2017, 15:39:20hahah! I love monster hunter International:3 my fave is Nemesis. And I think Good intentions is on my audibles wish list... Is it any good...? I enjoyed that series as well and really should go back and read the rest, as I only did the first two I think. PAs for Good Intentions... I enjoy it quite a bit, the sex is well described and enjoyable, the characters are identifiable and believable (for a fantasy book anyway! :P), and the plot is understandable and coherent within the world it establishes. I am, however, totally in love with Molly and Onyx, so I mayslightlybiased...>.>;Quote from: TheLaughingOne on 24-10-2017, 16:32:39*snip*... Did... Did we just turn an IOC thread for a bunch of people joining a FTA sex club under the pretense it's a book club, into an actual book discussion thing...? Yes, yes we did. And it'awesome! ’D Oh! Well, that said... A warning on the book "Bear" Its... ... It's fucked up. Like, wow. Haha, yeah, It's got a bit of quick for some people... In that the main character at some point in the story starts having sex with a bear. Like, real bear. Belonged to some old dude as a pet, and the guy died and it's stuck on the island, and she starts screwing it. And its pretty detailed scenes. And messed up. With Talia I picture her as loaning out a single copy of the book as a joke to new people. Also, Thanks Sari! I've been staring at it on my audible wishlist for a while, and have a few credits open so will give it a shot!! Provided the narrator knows how to speak in something beyond a monotone. Quote from: TheLaughingOne on 24-10-2017, 16:32:39i think I skipped a couple, because I missed the one of them going to Vegas. Which left me confused at points but still good! Also got one some other dude did, memoirs or something its... Meh.? It wreaks of bad fan fiction. Its suppose to be the characters own memoirs, but It's so over the top Mary sue that explain doesn't really help as at the beginning Milo says it's all true (except the part of how the character gets laid all the time, he isn't sure on that). Its... yeah. I skipped going for the sequel book to it. Got into the Damien Faust and Black Magic Outlaw books instead, both are awesome.... Did... Did we just turn an IOC thread for a bunch of people joining a FTA sex club under the pretense it's a book club, into an actual book discussion thing...? Sounds like you skipped Vendetta.Wow, memoirs sound horrible. I think I will skip it. Quote from: TheLaughingOne on 24-10-2017, 16:47:55Oh! Well, that said... A warning on the book "Bear" Its... ... It's fucked up. Like, wow. Haha, yeah, It's got a bit of quick for some people... In that the main character at some point in the story starts having sex with a bear. Like, real bear. Belonged to some old dude as a pet, and the guy died and it's stuck on the island, and she starts screwing it. And its pretty detailed scenes. And messed up. With Talia I picture her as loaning out a single copy of the book as a joke to new people. Thank you for this (amusingly awkward) explanation. When I was reading the profiles, I thought it was just a campy nature book. :) Planning to post an intro tonight. Foot!! 3 Quote from: TheLaughingOne on 24-10-2017, 16:47:55*snip*Also, Thanks Sari! I've been staring at it on my audible wishlist for a while, and have a few credits open so will give it a shot!! Provided the narrator knows how to speak in something beyond a monotone. No problem! And the Author seemed pretty happy with it on his site, so I wouldexpectthem to be able to narrate properly... You might also enjoy the 'Necromancer Chronicles' by D.R. Rosier, the 'Dark Dungeon' series (the main characters fantasy dungeon, not the other kind :P), Wild Wastes by Randi Darren, Gamer for Life by Nail Schenhofe, Super Sales on Super Heroes by William D. Arno, or Ancient Ruins by Benjamin Median do aloof reading, so I could recommend many more books, but those are the highlights of my 'slightly smutty but still good books' list. Quote from: Karma on 24-10-2017, 17:12:53Planning to post an intro tonight. I can't wait! ’D Feel free to establish preexisting relationships, and let me know if you're interested in Eva. Quote from: Karma on 24-10-2017, 17:12:53Planning to post an intro tonight. Yes! :)As for character connections, would anyone be up for being the friend that introduces Sakura to this first session? Don't forget that MILF is in the title of the game you all. We only have two characters over 30. :P (Lyndale:26Gender:FTA (Hermaphrodite)Sexuality:Bisexual, Switch Body Type:Athletic Occupation:College Student, Medical School Intern Marital Status:Single Favorite Book:Bushel's Legacy series by Jacqueline Carey Personality:Danielle is a bookish, shy woman in her personal life. Her anatomy has made her a bit of a recluse outside of school, as she is constantly worried about someone outing her and calling her a freak. She's attended several support groups full of women like her, which was how she learned of the book club. She is incredibly intelligent, affable, but also rather meek and shy around people she doesn't know. While she's not a virgin, she tends to be attracted to women or other fut as more than men. This will be her first foray into the book club, and she's looking forward to meeting new people like herself. (HidekiAge:37Gender:Fulani (masculine)Sexuality:Pansexual, switch Body Type:Curvy, just...curvy. Occupation:English Teacher (Imagine that!) Marital Status:Single Favorite Book:Good Omens, Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman Personality:Choke is an English teacher for the local college, out of a lifelong passion for books. She has read plenty, written a few, and even published some. She is also the model of professionalism, while her classes are more discussion based instead of assignment based, she is very strict about due dates and attendance. Furthermore, she does occasionally gush about books and poems she really likes. Outside the classroom, she is still a very pleasant lady, though much less strict since there is no discipline to enforce. Rarely does she lose her temper, the only time she's been known to go off was that one time when half her class didn't show up to turn in a fairly major project. Even then, her anger manifests more as disappointment instead of pure rage. So...book club?:She had no idea it existed until recently. But she asked Eva if she could join and the lady had no problem with it, especially considering Choke's gift...NSFW full pic My book suggestions:Johannes Cabal Series by Jonathan L. Howard: follows the exploits of a scientist/necromancer Johannes cabal in a weird pseudo 1950s Lovecraft setting, first book "Necromancer" has Johannes making a deal with the devil to get his soul back. Key side note... Johannes is not a good person. He isn't Evil, but he isn't good. Goon Squad by Jonathan L. Howard: In England they have "Spec-T Squads" which is short for special talent squads, people who display amazing abilities beyond normal people. A Spec-T squad works with the police and are fully licensed and Warren card-carrying officers who help with petty crimes, and usually focus on stopping other Spec-Ts from causing trouble. The book is awesome and follows several characters of the Manchester Spec-T force "The Goon Squad". The stories are done in a short story style, though you can find the collection of all of them together. Good fairly light-hearted with a good serious tone to them fun! Carter & Lovecraft by Jonathan L. Howard: Daniel carter is a cop who retired after his partner committed suicide when they apprehended a series killer called the Child Catcher. He isn't sure what happened, the PERP provoked them to shoot him with an unloaded gun, and while Daniel checked on the missing child his partner checked on the Catcher, at which the man whispered something, and in response his partner put his gun in his mouth and shot himself. Daniel retired from the force and became a private investigator taking odd jobs to pay the bills when one day he is approached by a lawyer from one of the top firms in the country who informs him he has inherited an estate from someone he has never met or heard of. When visiting the property he finds it's a book store with a small apartment on top, and its being run by the men granddaughter, Emily Lovecraft, the last known descendant of H. P Lovecraft (which she finds amusing as she is black, and loves thinking of how he would react to that). Soon after THT... Things get REALLY weird. Heavy Lovecraft story here, awesomely written.... Ok, basically anything by Jonathan L. Howard. I have about all of his books save a few that haven't come out yet, or aren't being printed due to publisher issues. I even chat with him occasion on Twitter and via Patreon! Very cool guy and excellent writer!! Daniel Faust Series by Craig Schaefer This series is an urban fantasy taking place in Las Vegas. It's very much the bizarre world of Dresden files making a nice contrast from the series. Daniel Faust is a professional Thief, conman, Wand For Hire, and former gangster. After working for the Las Vegas mob boss Nicky Anaelle he dropped from the game after a job gone wrong went VERY wrong getting some friends killed. There is no Council of magic in this world, no regulating force making sure magic is used for good alone. Most magic users are criminals, plying their trades and knowledge to gangsters, mafia, and other criminal types for a price, the closest they have to a leading force is "The Occult Underground" which is pretty much just a mutual agreement not to expose magic to the world. If you do, giant spell swords with hundreds of years of experience don't come after you declaring judgement, you just find yourself in the headlights of a speeding car, a stray bullet, r a group of thugs jumping out of an alley way to give you a corrective curb jawing. Daniel Faust is also not a good guy. At least in the hero sense. He is a good... Is, person, but he is also a bastard who lies, cheats, and steals to get what he needs, which is usually rent. His friends are the same, but they are family, and you watch out for family. Things get really sticky when he is hired to get revenge for a man who lost his granddaughter to a twisted pornographer who was using magic to bind women against their will for his violent abuse videos. And more so when he finds out just why the scum Sacrificed her.by Domino Finn:Black Magic outlaw series: Francisco (please, Cisco is much cooler) Suarez wakes up in a dumpster full of trash in Florida. This isn't to uncommon a thing when he gets to drunk and decides to badger the bouncer, but this time its different. He wakes up with the body of a professional Gym Rat who Cage fights to relax, and the last time he remembers going to sleep he was just a bit short of getting a beer belly. That and the Haitian voodoo talismans. Cisco is a shadow charmer, a channeler of Opel the Shadow Hound, a necromancer follower of "The Baron", and is pretty sure that for almost a decade, he was a zombie. He is really sure on the zombie part as the Haitian gang that seems to have killed him, possibly the second time, tell him they did before trying for Number 3. Now he is trying to find out what happened, who turned him into a zombie, where his family is, where his friends are, and more importantly, Who is the fucking asshole who put bright red Alligator skin cowboy boots on him! Sycamore Moon: been a while on this one. But excellent werewolf story. Follows a cop as he investigates an outlaw biker gang called "The Seventh Sons" which according to town rumor is a group of werewolves. He gets confirmation on this when after taking in 3 members (two seriously injured after bad bike crashes, and one dead from a knife wound) and the guy who seems to have started the fight on a full moon when the remaining two bikers tear their way out of the police medical station. The book follows his search for his wife, and the 4th bikers search for his sister. Think Sons of Anarchy meets Werewolves. Very good. Joe Ledger by Johnathan Mayberry: Near(ish) future SCIFI horror series following Joe Ledger, a former army ranger turned cop who finds himself in the middle of the world going crazy when a radical Islam group attempts to unleash a biological weapon on the world. This weapon, turns people into zombies. It gets weirder from there. Another excellent book series in which I've only had one story i couldn't finish, and even then I just skipped on to the next in the series. The characters are awesomely done, its well written, and just weird enough to keep you guessing with small swirls of Lovecraft horror, magic, and other things to spice it up. (though they are very light touches, and the series usually follows real life science stuff fairly closely, save when its modified to get the story moving)The Hunter Series by Mercedes Lackey: After a group of rogue Christians decide to try and push gods hand in the Apocalypse a rift opens in the world allowing supernatural creatures of myth and legend to flood in and begin hunting humanity. Sheltering together Hunters arise, people able to summon supernatural hounds to help hunt the pasties in the dark and protect people. The City demands most hunters come to help protect it from threats, and the main character is called into help protect them. it's a good story, though has a few annoying character moments. I'd still suggest it if you want an interesting supernatural fantasy sort of thing!! By peter lines:14: moving into a new apartment the MC finds lots of things are odd, like how in Los angles his apartment only costs 545 a month despite being in a great part of town. His neighbors are weird and eccentric, but all in all nice. His job isn't great, but It's enough to get by on. But he has always felt something missing in his life so he begins exploring the buildings oddities with his building mate Week. And things go from odd to flat out Weird very quickly. The Fold: is also suggested if you like 14, but I can't talk much without giving things away. Mercedes Thompson By Patricia Briggs: Follows the exploits of Mercy Thomson, auto mechanic in the trinities area of Washington state. She also just happens to be a skin walker, not the evil plague bearing kind, all she can do is seen ghosts and turn into a coyote. Not nearly as impressive as her neighbor, the Alpha of the local werewolves, a vet from Vietnam (who barely looks 30). Her former boss she bought the car store from, ZEE, one of the Fair Folk, who can work with iron like its Play-Doh (when other FAE dislike even being close to it), or her adoptive father, The Miro, the alpha of all werewolves in America. There's also vampires, but she avoided most except her friend Stefan who is nice enough, and had his van painted up like the Mystery Machine from Scooby-Doo. In fact, there isn't much that is very interesting about her in comparison to all those people... Except her ability to attract trouble either she wants it or not... ... Oh yeah, did she forget to mention there's a chance that her father might be Coyote Himself...? Cripes... I'm running out of steam. Just a few more!! The Pax Arcane series by Elliot James: Follows Daniel Charming, a Templar sworn to fight monsters and protect humanity... ... If they go out of bounds doing it. Descendant of the Knights Templar who were sworn by the FAE to eliminate supernaturals that risk exposing themselves to the world, protected by a Gas that blocks any attempts to mind control them, hypnotize, illusions, or anything by the fact it is a major compulsion in itself to keep them in line. He only has one small problem. He might be a werewolf. His mother attacked in retaliation for his fathers work he was infected in the womb, and while she gave birth to him the Templar's had never trusted him despite the fact that if he was a werewolf his Gas should have killed him immediately. Then one day, nearly 70 years or so ago, his group was attacked, and he was the only survivor despite taking two rounds of 12 gauge 00 buckshot to the chest at point-blank range. After that he could feel the wolf inside him always scratching to get out, but never quite able to make it. To make matters worse the Templar think he is a traitor and will do ANYTHING they can to kill him which has had him on the run for most of his life. Now settled down in a small town things take a bad turn when a thirsty vampire walks into the bar he is working at, followed by a giant beautiful blonde muscular woman, who doesn't smell human..... I'm tapped. Kinda. Got more books I'll try and suggest later, but at the moment my brains burned out! Hope you folks find something you like in these series!! I'd be interested in Eva and Talia knowing each other:3 maybe the Café close to Eva's work. Chatted friendly like in the past, and then when Talia joined the book club out came the surprise! And by surprise I mean Penises:3Anybody else interested in knowing Talia outside the club?? Quote from: TheLaughingOne on 24-10-2017, 18:43:07Id be interested in Eva and Talia knowing each other:3 maybe the Café close to Eva's work. Chatted friendly like in the past, and then when Talia joined the book club out came the surprise! And by surprise I mean Penises:3Anybody else interested in knowing Talia outside the club?? Choko and Talia might know each other. Choke might have written one of her published novels in that café of hers. I'd be interested in Sakura knowing Talia. The café owner seems like the type of person that could convince her to come to a book club despite her social fears. :) The shy wallflower might know her from the occasions she gets trapped by the rain when she goes to get groceries. (She isn't used to checking the weather) Quote from: Angie on 24-10-2017, 18:45:43Choko and Talia might know each other. Choke might have written one of her published novels in that café of hers. Woo! I am down for that;3 What would you say the relationship was before they joined the club.? Just Professional, or maybe due to an improperly locking door they got a peek at each other...? 3 Quote from: Yugishogun on 24-10-2017, 18:50:36I'd be interested in Sakura knowing Talia. The café owner seems like the type of person that could convince her to come to a book club despite her social fears. :) The shy wallflower might know her from the occasions she gets trapped by the rain when she goes to get groceries. (She isn't used to checking the weather)Ahead! That could work:3 again, more formal friendship, or circumstances that possibly lead to her learning Saturates little secret.? (otherwise she might not invite a shy "innocent girl" to a club where things quickly turned to Messy orgy less she thinks she might enjoy it.) I'd say Talia and Eva were the founding members of the club. Quote from: TheLaughingOne on 24-10-2017, 18:53:12Ahhhaa! That could work:3 again, more formal friendship, or circumstances that possibly lead to her learning Saturates little secret.? (otherwise she might not invite a shy "innocent girl" to a club where things quickly turned to Messy orgy less she thinks she might enjoy it.) I'm presuming Sakura didn't stay soft long when she saw Talia. It wouldn't take too many occasions before the café owner would peer over and notice the length she was poorly hiding. :) Quote from: TheLaughingOne on 24-10-2017, 18:50:49Woo! I am down for that;3 What would you say the relationship was before they joined the club.? Just Professional, or maybe due to an improperly locking door they got a peek at each other...? 3I'd say professional for now, though actually... I have it in mind that Choke also writes some very steamy Fulani romance stories, harlequin romance but with girl cocks. Talia might have read a few and decided "hey, perhaps she'd be a good fit...okay she's a perfect fit!" Quote from: Angie on 24-10-2017, 18:58:46I'd say professional for now, though actually... I have it in mind that Choke also writes some very steamy Fulani romance stories, harlequin romance but with girl cocks. Talia might have read a few and decided "hey, perhaps she'd be a good fit...okay she's a perfect fit!"haha! I think the "perfect fit" part would come at the first meeting... :3 If it's okay, I was thinking of having Danielle learn about the book club from Megan, after visiting her book store and lamenting the fact that there were no truly inclusive book clubs in the area. Danielle had been a part of a book club or two, but had never felt welcome. She felt like an outsider. The way Megan spoke of her book club sounded as if it was a very inclusive, friendly group, which piqued Danielle's interest. Just a thought, and I can obviously alter that if it doesn't work. Oh, as to the content level of the game: I put it in EX out of habit because I don't want to rule anything out, and both Eva and me are willing to explore just about any extremity, but I'm not necessarily expecting anyone to do the same. Do what you like as long as your partners consent. Quote from: Sith Mistress on 24-10-2017, 19:52:54If it's okay, I was thinking of having Danielle learn about the book club from Megan, after visiting her book store and lamenting the fact that there were no truly inclusive book clubs in the area. Danielle had been a part of a book club or two, but had never felt welcome. She felt like an outsider. The way Megan spoke of her book club sounded as if it was a very inclusive, friendly group, which piqued Danielle's interest. Just a thought, and I can obviously alter that if it doesn't work. That's fine :P Ohhh, now I've got to add someone...Hamm.... Quote from: Angie on 24-10-2017, 18:58:46I'd say professional for now, though actually... I have it in mind that Choke also writes some very steamy Fulani romance stories, harlequin romance but with girl cocks. Talia might have read a few and decided "hey, perhaps she'd be a good fit...okay she's a perfect fit!" Any chance Sam could have read a book that features a steamy FTA group romance and sought out the author to tell her how much she loves her work? I like the idea of her having been invited to the club earlier and considering herself in debt to Choke for the wonderful gift! And if it's a debt she can pay by bending over, so much the better... >:) Quote from: Sari on 24-10-2017, 23:30:52Any chance Sam could have read a book that features a steamy FTA group romance and sought out the author to tell her how much she loves her work? I like the idea of her having been invited to the club earlier and considering herself in debt to Choke for the wonderful gift! And if it's a debt she can pay by bending over, so much the better... Sgt;:)I suppose it's the least I can do after literally copy-pasting your profile and just filling it in with my info and a couple other things. Quote from: Angie on 24-10-2017, 23:32:26I suppose it's the least I can do after literally copy-pasting your profile and just filling it in with my info and a couple other things.LOL! I did the same thing with Karma's from her first post! So I suppose we both owe a debt to them. However, will we pay it... >:) :P That's what you're supposed to do, LMAO. I think we all took Karma's format and ran with it. Because I know that I did. It seemed to be a standardized format to make things easier. And, it seems like this has been codified by Karma, so I get off scot-free. ^_^ Quote from: Sith Mistress on 24-10-2017, 23:46:57I think we all took Karma's format and ran with it. Because I know that I did. It seemed to be a standardized format to make things easier. And, it seems like this has been codified by Karma, so I get off scot-free. ^_^ But at what lack of a cost? :) (SinclareGender:Fulani (Feminine)Sexuality:Pansexual, Switch...ultimately still figuring things out Body Type:Athletic Occupation:Accountant Marital Status:Single (but trying to date)Favorite Book: Needful Things, Stephen King Personality:Erica is a woman who is going through a bit of a late sexual awakening. Her teenage years, when one would normally experiment and learn about that side of themselves was...troubled to say the least. Any guy she did wind up with would get intimidated by her cock as soon as they saw or felt it...afraid that somehow liking a woman with a penis made them gay or felt emasculated because she was bigger than they were. Her attempts to hook up with the girls at school were equally awkward. So she quietly resigned herself to a life of loneliness. That is...until she joined the book club... in kids Wonderful. :) Quote from: Karma on 25-10-2017, 03:32:24 in kids*Excitement Intensifies* Bbllaahh:(l get a post UL soon as I get home from work. They got me training someone so can't really pays long enough to type:I Quote from: TheLaughingOne on 25-10-2017, 08:32:59Bbllaahh:(l get a post UL soon as I get home from work. They got me training someone so can't really pays long enough to type:II'm really looking forward to that then so Sakura can meekly follow behind her. :) Just as a heads-up, I'll be able to post once per night maximum most days, and some days I won't have time, so don't get in a direct scene with Eva unless you're okay with that! Hope I'm not too late! ’D(Sophie AtaraxiaAge:40Gender:Fulani (Hermaphrodite)Sexuality:Pansexual, mostly dominant Body Type:curvy, athletic Occupation: Scientist Marital Status:Promiscuous Favorite Book: 69 shades of futaPersonality:Bubbly, romantic, Milky, curious and smart Just banging this out quickly before things get too far ahead, so consider it WIP Welcome, Book. :)So I've gotten Sari and TO on board for a subplot I'd like to run in the game. Eva is low-key obsessed with knocking women up, to the point that she'll offer a stipend to any willing to carry and raise her children. This will have been going on with Talia for almost 20 years and will begin soon with Samantha. However, she'll be saying to each of them that they're the only one, and treating them in private like wives. This will be available to anyone in the game, but don't feel obligated. Wow...looks like the game is moving a bit fast...not entirely sure if I'll be able to keep up... Yeah, quite fast! I'll make a side thread for smaller scenes tonight. Still going to try...but can't promise multiple posts a day... I won't be able to either so I can sympathize. Back from class. I will try and get post out soon. I might be in the same boat when it comes to post speed, at least for now. Silly work and class eating up a ton of time. In my Pokémon game I found it worked well to let the fast posters form a group and go at it, while the slower posters move along at their own pace without needing to keep up with the hurricane. That does sound like it might be helpful. TBH, my post speed will slow during the day, because of work. Today's my day off, so that should explain faster post speed. #newcharacters go here THX I love where this is going so far. :) (KorikoviaAge:19Gender:Fulani (masculine)Sexuality:Lesbian, dominant Body Type:Slim Occupation:Mob Lieutenant, dancer (previously)Marital Status:Twice divorced Favorite Book:The Anarchist Cookbook, William Powell Personality:Zoya fell in with the wrong crowd early in life and has turned out to be a crude, vulgar, thrill-seeking young woman with a chip on her shoulder. She is Eva's daughter, but was raised mostly by Talia, though she has had access to a certain amount of Eva's wealth for her whole life, which may have contributed to her questionable life choices. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(I left my post open-ended, in order to allow anyone to engage Danielle. Since I'm guessing my reply speed is probably faster than some. Danielle is a little shell shocked at the moment, but her dress can't hide the fact that she's definitely turned on, and she'd likely be easy to steer into a liaison of some sort. Just let me know ahead of time, so I can start planning it out. I wouldn't be surprised if someone wants to give Dani a more thorough introduction right then and there. I'd offer Eva, but a faster poster might be ideal. Up to you. Quote from: Sith Mistress on 26-10-2017, 05:57:08I left my post open-ended, in order to allow anyone to engage Danielle. Since I'm guessing my reply speed is probably faster than some. Danielle is a little shell shocked at the moment, but her dress can't hide the fact that she's definitely turned on, and she'd likely be easy to steer into a liaison of some sort. Just let me know ahead of time, so I can start planning it out. Didn't even see this and I already made my move! Sam's got a serious 'interest' in Danielle this evening! >:) Armand solved. Lol And who would like to grab the pleasantly plump Sakura? :) Sam just invited her to a three-way. It looks like Sam wants some personal time with Danielle first though. :) Quote from: Yugishogun on 26-10-2017, 06:29:44It looks like Sam wants some personal time with Danielle first though. :)Sam wants a round with the sex Danielle, she doesn't mind at all if other people join and would eagerly welcome them with open...arms. :P >:)Shealsowants to end up between Dani and Sakura at some point this evening, if that's in a line or being double-teamed she doesn't care in the least! >:) Quote from: Sari on 26-10-2017, 06:32:55Sam wants a round with the sex Danielle, she doesn't mind at all if other people join and would eagerly welcome them with open... arms. :P Sgt;:)She also wants to end up between Dani and Sakura at some point this evening, if that's in a line or being double-teamed she doesn't care in the least! Sgt;:)That's why I'd rather save such a good thing for the future. :) Fair enough! Something to look forward to then! ’D Hey, Karma, everyone, would anyone be too angry if I politely asked to change Choke to hermaphroditic (her picture has those wonderful balls there so I can't go feminine but...), I tend to prefer playing characters that can give and receive vaginal, and I was trying to be super close to the image I picked. So...cool with people? Doesn't bother me any:3 Quote from: Angie on 26-10-2017, 08:15:58Hey, Karma, everyone, would anyone be too angry if I politely asked to change Choke to hermaphroditic (her picture has those wonderful balls there so I can't go feminine but...), I tend to prefer playing characters that can give and receive vaginal, and I was trying to be super close to the image I picked. So...cool with people? No complaints here. Maybe Eva can break that pussy in... Quote from: Karma on 26-10-2017, 09:06:02No complaints here. Maybe Eva can break that pussy in... No breaking required, though your appreciation is noted. ;) :P Go right ahead, Angie. :) (I'll be getting to my post in just a bit by the way. :)) One minor issue with your post, Yuri: Choke is an English teacher, not a history teacher. Though, she's probably one of those who explains the historical context of books so you're not completely wrong... Quote from: Angie on 26-10-2017, 17:15:55One minor issue with your post, Yuri: Choke is an English teacher, not a history teacher. Though, she's probably one of those who explains the historical context of books so you're not completely wrong... I want to correct a mistake if I made one, but where did I state Choke was history teacher?... On mobile so copying and pasting is freaking impossible, but the first sentence of your latest post includes "her former history teacher placed her hand upon her cheek and stole her first kiss".EDIT: and to make it clear I'm not mad or anything i just want to point this out before it spreads to other posts and other posters. Thank you for telling me. I actually didn't catch that. :) No offense taken. (Edits have been made) Finally got some time to speed read and catch and make my final version char sheet. Hey Angie, I thought about having Sophie be a science teacher, perhaps Choke and her can be friends? Quote from: bokotousamurai on 26-10-2017, 18:55:20Finally got some time to speed read and catch and make my final version char sheet. Hey Angie, I thought about having Sophie be a science teacher, perhaps Choke and her can be friends? Certainly can! Friends...or friends with benefits? *waggling eyebrows* Quote from: bokotousamurai on 26-10-2017, 18:55:20Finally got some time to speed read and catch and make my final version char sheet. Hey Angie, I thought about having Sophie be a science teacher, perhaps Choke and her can be friends? Maybe Sophie can teach Sakura some jiggle physics while Choke is teaching her the proper way to pronounce a moan. :) Quote from: Angie on 26-10-2017, 19:00:41Certainly can! Friends...or friends with benefits? *waggling eyebrows*What are FTA friends for if not for benefits? DI mean, anyone who has a FTA friend is going to know the sight of their dick, so these things are only natural. Yeah...this game is moving way too fast for me. Can't even make a post until later tonight at the earliest, and by then everybody will probably be in the middle of their corresponding sex scenes....so...yeah, think I'm going to have to drop out...if I did try to join in the fun I'd just be holding someone else back at this point. You can do a scene with Eva, I'm posting slower than you. :P Sam and Danielle are about to retreat to a side room, hopefully a sidethreadas well, and that should slow things down considerably. Please don't leave just yet Manner as Sam has more than a passing interest in Erica as well! >:) You're going to leave me hanging like that? *snarl*I guess I can wait. *pout* for ya. What do you think about Eva observing? As a sort of initiation. I think a smaller audience would unnerve Danielle much less than a larger one. And she's so keyed up right now, she'd probably forget Eva was there after a minute or two. Great, we'll make that the case then! Exit post is up in the main thread! And entrance post is up in the side thread! What do you guys think? ’D It's getting steamy. Made another post....guess I'm sticking around a while longer :P Yay! Quote from: Karma on 27-10-2017, 06:25:42It's getting steamy. And Sakura is already sandwiched between two girls. :) I should have said something earlier, but if my posts get too long and involved, please let me know. I'm so used to writing 7–10 paragraphs, and it's hard not to anymore! You won't hear any complaints from me. On a related note, Sari and SM, how do you think Eva should enter the fray? Also, I'm interested in introducing Zoya, but with everyone currently occupied I haven't seen an opportunity to do so yet. Honestly, I think, if Eva watches the two sucking each other off, she could bide her time until Danielle climbs atop Sam to fuck her. At that point, Eva could surprise her and make a Danielle service. But, I'm interested in what Sari has to say, as well. Just my 2 cents That's more or less what I had been thinking, haha. Great minds, and all that Quote from: Sith Mistress on 28-10-2017, 03:04:29I should have said something earlier, but if my posts get too long and involved, please let me know. I'm so used to writing 7–10 paragraphs, and it's hard not to anymore! I average 2–3 paragraphs, if that, so while I won't exactly complain I'm afraid I won't be able to write up to your standards. Quote from: Karma on 28-10-2017, 03:27:44On a related note, Sari and SM, how do you think Eva should enter the fray? Also, I'm interested in introducing Zoya, but with everyone currently occupied I haven't seen an opportunity to do so yet. Quote from: Sith Mistress on 28-10-2017, 03:40:07Honestly, I think, if Eva watches the two sucking each other off, she could bide her time until Danielle climbs atop Sam to fuck her. At that point, Eva could surprise her and make a Danielle service. But, I'm interested in what Sari has to say, as well. Just my 2 cents am fully on board with operation Danielle service! >:)I'd say have Zoya ether sleeping in the next room, get woken by all the sex, and barge stumble out on to people. At which point she can either surprise butt sex them or be dramatically noticed and just brush it off while demanding submission. Alternatively have her get home from a night of clubbing where she struck out on a chick to bring home. So, you know, show up half drunk and horny into the middle of a FTA orgy. There must be a god! :P >:) Haha, I am down with those suggestions:3 Danielle is going to get it once she gets on top... *steeples fingers*I'm on Skype as Kobayashi if anyone wants to talk in detail about game stuff. I can't wait to see what will happen! I have goose pimples Quote from: Sith Mistress on 29-10-2017, 04:32:12I can't wait to see what will happen! Furthermore, I have goose pimples Well right now Sam is using her intimate knowledge of FTA anatomy to unfairly force Dani to spurt cum all over them both! Should be a messy good time! >:) *Waves and hides* Welcome Mira! Had Mir Mir! Hi, TO. ^^;Thank you, Karma. Mira! Good to see you again! Had, Angie. It's been ages. ^^ Nice to see you, Mira. :) All to you too, Yuri. ^^ Sassoon... with some dental surgery stuff coming up Tuesday, I might be just a bit slow on my responses and what not all. Hopefully everything all settles quickly and can get right back to!! Sorry for the near double-post, manner and TO! Mira and I wanted to play that in a particular way, and it required me to post twice fairly close together without waiting for your responses. No problem! Id have gotten a reply up, but middle of RL RP with friends! Please do feel free to still react to both posts! ’D*added a body model pic for Zoya. I'm half tempted to add another character, so I can interact with the rest of the group while Danielle is busy with Sam. Well, I have set a precedent... *chuckles* And you did say that it was ok to have multiple characters at the beginning:3 Hahaha. Helene is bold. Such sass. Totally different from Danielle. Yeah, she's headstrong and cocksure. Or... Is it the other way around? She's got to make her mark, right? Maybe she can fill the hole that Zoya just left.... Zoya's about to be nice and cozy with Grace, I'm sure. =P I can already feel the itch to make more characters... The character creep impulse is real Hey, just warning, I'm going to be out today resting up, and tomorrow I'm going in for oral surgery stuff, so might not be to active (or coherent if it is) for the next 3 days or so give or take. Sorry for delays, or garbled indecipherable messages if they do happen. Hope the surgery goes smoothly! Hmm. Probably should forgo anything with Talia then. At least, until your return. I hope everything goes well, and they give you good pain pills! ^_^ Oral surgery blows goats. Well damn... "MIL" dropped from our title due to lack of Ms. :P Could just change it FILM (FTA I'd like to fuck) book club :P Sorry I've been so quiet! Been starting up a Star Wars game, had school work and Halloween stuff, it's been hectic. No worries! Not a problem, Angie. :) wwwwoooo! Not nearly as out of it as I thought!...BBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOO! Not nearly as out of it as I thought and thus pain from everything is like super suck levels. While on purposes. That said I am able to get posts out and going for play if people are interested still! Taking 2 kids out trick or treating makes me hurt so damned much. Sorry, no post from me tonight. Need to take some Alive and get some sleep. *Pat pats, sends some of the less high strength painkillers, what turned out to be a very excellent chocolate smooth drink thing, and many big comfy pillows* ... Party games for book club..." Icing the cake"One of the milfs is chosen at random, rest of group circles up around her, proceed to get each other off on her in a giant brake, the "cake" helping out the girls however they can (prostate milking being one of my fave methods.). After everybody has worked to cover her, time to lick her clean. Person who came first gets punishment of milfs choice, person who came last gets the milf. We definitely must do that game (and many more)! Guess the Cock: blindfold one of them, line the rest up, and the blindfolded one blows them one at a time until she can guess who it is. Spin the Bottle: an oldie but a goodie The Conga Line Orgy: all the fut as line up and get inside each other, they dance forward while fucking the one in front and being fucked by the one behind, the fut as in the middle can cum as much as they want, but the girl in the front has to go to the back of the line if she shoots, as punishment for not putting it in someone. Rules may need revision now that there are females at the club, but probably not since the only one who knows about the female is currently raping her. Pink or Dare: You have to admit a kink and, if a volunteer can be found, demonstrate it, or take a dare of a sexual nature which usually ends up being someone else using you fortheirkinks! :P Sol post from me, just to get Choke back in the rotation. Kink or Dare actually sounds fun. Kink or Dare is legit. And we're in EX, so.... :P From both an in-character perspective and an out of character perspective, it *really* does sound fun. We should do it. Bossis like, if Zoya is as dominant as she is. Picturing either super-sub or Hyperion. @_@; Zoya's boss is to Zoya what Zoya is to Grace. It's a vicious cycle... Holy shit. Quote from: Mira Mirror on 01-11-2017, 20:27:46Kink or Dare actually sounds fun. Quote from: Karma on 01-11-2017, 20:28:15Kink or Dare is legit. And we're in EX, so.... :P*Proud face*Quote from: Karma on 01-11-2017, 20:40:36Zoya's boss is to Zoya what Zoya is to Grace. It's a vicious cycle... I'd actually suggest trying to find someone else to play Zoya's boss, so that later on you can have a 'father'/daughter bonding moment, or at least a peace treaty declared, by having Eva punish her boss for abusing Zoya by fucking her into submission... possibly with help from Sam, Talia or both. That would free Zoya to ether step forward to become the aggressive DOM in her own right or soften under Sam's guidance into a more affectionate and loving DOM. Ether way her character growth would be stunted by her boss until she's taken care of, and having one or both of her, somewhat estranged, parents do the deed would bring them closer together, allowing her to become more involved with the club and it's members in her own right. Hm, perhaps. I don't know how much I'd like handing off one of my character ideas to someone else. Quote from: Karma on 01-11-2017, 21:20:48Hm, perhaps. I don't know how much I'd like handing off one of my character ideas to someone else. That's fair, but can you see a way for Zoya to develop and change without her being dealt with, and can you think of another way to handle her that you like? I mean youcouldplay her and then go for something similar, but you said you don't normally play sub in games like this, and she'd have to be made into a sub pretty hard to free Zoya. At least that's what I see while looking at this, if you have an alternative plan I'd love to hear it. That's thinking pretty far ahead for a character that doesn't even have a sheet yet. :P I was leaning toward introducing the husband first, in any event. Sorry again for my slowness...hopefully I will have an opportunity to post a bit later tonight. Take your time :) Quote from: Karma on 01-11-2017, 21:37:56That's thinking pretty far ahead for a character that doesn't even have a sheet yet. :P I was leaning toward introducing the husband first, in any event. That's fair. But as Mira can attest I have a bad habit of planning out games well in advance, the major plot points anyway, and then ending up left hanging when they don't last that long. What's he like? And any plans on how he's going to react to Eva's 'extracurricular activities'? Not just the book club but the babies? I think in general terms he's a stern, detached man who wanted kids and couldn't have them with Eva, and so they drifted apart. Eva's subsequent obsession is both a tribute and an insult as he sees it. Choke and Helene are hilariously unceremonious. Love it. Quote from: Karma on 02-11-2017, 18:50:09Choko and Helene are hilariously unceremonious. Love it. It's an orgy, not the crowning of the Queen of England. *laughs* A bit of queening wouldn't be out of place though! By the way, who would be the one to start those lovely games? :) Yeah, Helene is a lot different from Danielle. She knows what she wants, and in an environment like this, she has no need for the social niceties she would use normally. The only thing she needs is a warm cock, and a wet pussy to ride it with. As it states in her sheet, she's had a lot of casual sex, and has no problem just jumping right in. Like Angie said, it's an orgy, not the coronation of a queen. And yes, she would not be averse to a bit of queening. She'd be happy on either end of the exchange, as long as she was getting something out of it as well. As for the games, it seems to me that Talia is the most likely to start that up. I'm having second thoughts about Adam, I'm not really coming up with much of interest for him. Is anybody really interested in him? Let me know if you are. Thinking of replacing him with a daughter of his. Helene. Danielle's feeling a bit morose, while Helene is feeling a bit feisty. This is a lot of fun, writing opposite characters like this. ^_^ I'm laughing at how blue Eva's balls have to be by now. Azra's sheet is up, I'll have her joining the "main" group when I have time to post. Quote from: Sith Mistress on 03-11-2017, 22:38:35Hehehe. Danielle's feeling a bit morose, while Helene is feeling a bit feisty. This is a lot of fun, writing opposite characters like this. ^_^ Well Sam just hit her with a deep, philosophical and personal question... and then told her not to think about it until they finish fucking like bunnies! She's going to be hello conflicted for the rest of the night! >:) You know, I was just wondering what Eva was doing this afternoon. She's got to be primed to explode by now! And Sari, that's just mean. Ugh. I can work with it, though. Quote from: Sith Mistress on 04-11-2017, 00:48:36You know, I was just wondering what Eva was doing this afternoon. She's got to be primed to explode by now! And Sari, that's just mean. Ugh. I can work with it, though. Thebestpart, or possibly the worst, is that Sam's actually naive enough to think Dani canactuallyput it off to think about later! >:) Quote from: Sith Mistress on 04-11-2017, 00:48:36You know, I was just wondering what Eva was doing this afternoon. She's got to be primed to explode by now! And Sari, that's just mean. Ugh. I can work with it, though. Swear to God, the second Danielle is on top and going at it... Uh oh. Danielle's going to get it now. Am I right? The door has been opened, and it looks like Eva is gonna finally get off her chair and relieve some of that "stress" she's built up. I hope her hand hasn't gone numb. Or her dick.^_^ Haha.(.... I might have to redesignate Talia as being "Cello"(*sigh*I didn't realize how addicted I'd become to this game until just now. I've been refreshing my notifications every hour, hoping to see a new post. Damn you all.... Especially Karma. ^_^ Seconded, Sith. I'm especially looking forward to any "party games" that kick off. :) Quote from: Sith Mistress on 10-11-2017, 23:59:56*sigh*I didn't realize how addicted I'd become to this game until just now. I've been refreshing my notifications every hour, hoping to see a new post. Damn you all.... Especially Karma. ^_^*Has been lurking since he got home, waiting to pounce and post.*Quote from: Yugishogun on 11-11-2017, 00:14:35Seconded, Sith. I'm especially looking forward to any "party games" that kick off. :)*Has plans forking or Dare!* Quote from: Sith Mistress on 10-11-2017, 23:59:56*sigh*I didn't realize how addicted I'd become to this game until just now. I've been refreshing my notifications every hour, hoping to see a new post. Damn you all.... Especially Karma. ^_^ You're going to make me blush! O_Sorry I'm so busy and can't post faster! ’D Don't get me wrong. The wait makes the anticipation rather delicious. And makes me savor the post when I do get it. But, I have a sad because I want it now! Now, daddy! Yes, I'm channeling Verruca Salt. She's my spirit animal today. Quote from: Sari on 11-11-2017, 01:35:16*Has plans for Kink or Dare!*Oh? :) Quote from: Yugishogun on 11-11-2017, 02:25:59Oh? :)I'm not spilling anythingjustyet, but they'd probably need to wait for the next meeting of the club. :P thread for misc stuff out in the city. Finally got my post made. #msg13666980Aaand another thread for Talia and Zoya's house! Right! So!!!! In hopes of getting some things Moving... I got several characters!! Talia Korikovia (#msg13628011)Maya Korikovia (#msg13667104)Jesse Work Sober (#msg13672647)and Bonnie Bonita (#msg13661019)Any of them pique an interest in anybody? Open for many things, just say and can try to work something out:3 I might like to see Talia interacting with Sakura more since she brought her to the meeting. Maya and the bashful redhead might get along though. :) I know I owe a post. Just been busy with work. And, I've been neglecting my other threads, and I now owe 5 of those. Ugh, why does this game have to be so damned fun! Law. I should have something up later today for Helene. I'm resisting the urge to create ANOTHER character. Quote from: Sith Mistress on 14-11-2017, 15:19:39I know I owe a post. Just been busy with work. And, I've been neglecting my other threads, and I now owe 5 of those. Ugh, why does this game have to be so damned fun! Law. I should have something up later today for Helene. I'm resisting the urge to create ANOTHER character. *Pakpattan* Cause its chock full creamy FTA goodness!! Quote from: Sith Mistress on 14-11-2017, 15:19:39I know I owe a post. Just been busy with work. And, I've been neglecting my other threads, and I now owe 5 of those. Ugh, why does this game have to be so damned fun! Law. I should have something up later today for Helene. I'm resisting the urge to create ANOTHER character. More Sith Mistress characters you say? Oh, no.... No.... I can resist everything but temptation TTTThhhhaaaatttt is the issue with the Sith. Poor impulse control... :3 Damn you, Karma.... Now I'm planning another character. This one will NOT be a FTA. I promise. So, I give you the choice here. I can play either the last Land sister, the artist Helene stood up, or my actress character. The actress character could be someone who is pressing charges against a stalker or paparazzo or whomever. She's been trying to give a deposition to your character, but their schedules never quite mesh. She has a free evening and has decided to surprise Eva at her home, because she's eager to get this case over with, and the sooner she's deposed, the sooner she can get on with her life. Furthermore, she is DEFINITELY not ready to find an orgy going on. Otherwise, I can use the artist character, who was disappointed by Helene's no show. Her gallery showing was abysmal, as no one showed at all. She had been hoping Helene would have been there, as she wanted some validation that her work wasn't shit. So, she'd be angry and looking to confront Helene. She'd also have a lot of energy to work off, and would immediately forgive Helene and join in the fray. Lastly, the final Land sister. She's a lawyer, and has gone up against Eva several times. She was looking to discuss the case, and mixed up the dates. Furthermore, she was supposed to visit Eva at home a week from tonight. Just her bad luck to interrupt her two sisters who are involved in an orgy. Two sisters she's secretly harbored an attraction to, but has resisted because they're family. Good thing there are plenty of other Fut as around to quench her desire! Also... Damn you, Karma... Again... I'd say the antagonistic aspect of the third Land piques my interest the most, but they all sound fun! That's why I was giving you the choice. I can't do all three (as much as I'd like to), but I can certainly bring in the last of the Land sisters. Her name is Crystal, and she has been my main character for many, many years. She has the most fleshed out background, and is my most complex character.She's currently employed by the offices of Crane, Poole, and Schmidt, working as a junior partner in their Columbia City office. Excellent! Might need to build out my profiles one of these days.... Eva's could use a bit of fleshing out. But then, that is the only character of yours that my characters have interacted with, so... I'm sure the other ones could benefit as well. I'd love to know more about Eva, though. Furthermore, I normally do build them in much more detail, but I whipped them out in a jiffy to get the game started. Furthermore, I'll do something about it soon! God-damn, my characters. So, I feel the need to apologize in advance. I know I haven't posted yet, but I am writing up 3 posts I hope to have finished tomorrow. Er... Today. But, as is the norm when I start writing, my characters have taken on a life of their own, and a bit of drama and character development has occurred between two of the Land sisters. Let me know if that'll be a problem, and I'll try and talk with them and see if I can edit out the drama. I hate when my characters do this. Can't they just get along? Quote from: Sith Mistress on 15-11-2017, 07:50:44God damn, my characters. So, I feel the need to apologize in advance. I know I haven't posted yet, but I am writing up 3 posts I hope to have finished tomorrow. Er... Today. But, as is the norm when I start writing, my characters have taken on a life of their own, and a bit of drama and character development has occurred between two of the Land sisters. Let me know if that'll be a problem, and I'll try and talk with them and see if I can edit out the drama. I hate when my characters do this. Can't they just get along?*Knows this Feel* My characters always get in deep shit with each other, so I can't possibly complain! I am having so much fun writing these three posts. But, because they all reference one another, I have to post them all at once. I'm not quite done yet, but I hope it's worth the wait. Oh, and I edited Crystal's profile and changed her face claim. Partly due to her personality, and partly because I couldn't find any decent pictures of Eva Makes naked. So, I went with Era Sonnet instead. *drool* I'm excited! They're up! Yay! As I said before, if the drama the Land sisters have caused is too much, please let me know. I can talk them down and edit the posts if necessary. Get rid of most of the drama, at least. Sith Mistress dropping nukes! I love it! It wasn't too much? I was so worried that the drama might detract from what's supposed to be going on. But... There's a history between Crystal and Helene. The two just do not get along. And whenever they're together... Well, you see what happens. But, it's okay? I am so worried it's too over the top. I mean, not for me. It's the exact kind of stuff I do with my own characters. You can check out Aetherpunk for proof of that! But I can't speak for anyone else. Sorry, Sari. Danielle kinda sprung that one on me. I did not see that coming. I should really pay more attention to my characters. Quote from: Sith Mistress on 18-11-2017, 05:45:20Sorry, Sari. Danielle kinda sprung that one on me. I did not see that coming. I should really pay more attention to my characters. Are you kidding! I wasn't even finishedreadingit before Sam waspoundingon the inside of my head, demandinga chance to get in on the incestuous goodness! :P >:) Eva has a bio now! Phew! That was a long one. Had to do it though. I cannot WAIT to see Eva and Sam's reaction to the end of that. Hoodoo boy you can expect a reply tonight, darling! Yay! I look forward to it! I have a feeling Crystal may have just twisted the tiger's tail a bit. Quote from: Sith Mistress on 21-11-2017, 22:45:30Phew! That was a long one. Had to do it though. I cannot WAIT to see Eva and Sam's reaction to the end of that. Post up! She's still uncertain and eager to try and make things right but Sam's eager to be the sister's plaything! >:) Sorry to say, but no posts from me tonight. Going out on a date with my fiancée. She and I are going to see Thor:Ragnarök and have a nice dinner together. Maybe tomorrow, so long as cooking schedule isn't too crazy. I love Thanksgiving. Woot! You'll love Thor. Quote from: Sith Mistress on 23-11-2017, 01:12:22Sorry to say, but no posts from me tonight. Going out on a date with my fiancée. She and I are going to see Thor:Ragnarök and have a nice dinner together. Maybe tomorrow, so long as cooking schedule isn't too crazy. I love Thanksgiving. Enjoy your date and your movie! I'll be sitting here repeatedly checking for posts even though you told me I won't get any... because you've made me an addict... and I love you for it...>.>:P Hope everyone is having a Happy Thanksgiving! Had a few minutes while the turkey was cooking to finish writing my posts for both Crystal and Danielle. It was kinda hot to be writing what I did while family was walking in and out of the kitchen. I knew there was a reason I wrote on my cell phone! All hail notepad apps! Hahahah! Happy Thanksgiving! Hope you all have a good one:3 It's definitely a bit exciting to write smut with people around unawares. I wish I could stand to write on my phone, I'd get a lot more done! I had at least two family members ask what I was doing. Fortunately, I was resting with my butt against the counters and no one could read over my shoulders. My aunts would have been mortified and intrigued at the same time. I just told them that I was writing a response on Facebook. They rolled their eyes and walked out. Solid Snake would be so proud! *gasp* A rare double post has arrived! Fight, item, run, magic? God-damn you slapped my ass real quick with that reply Hey guys, I know I've been really quiet lately, but that's because some stuff has happened and well, I'm not really sure if I can keep up with this game anymore. I enjoyed every second of it, but I just can't continue. Have fun, and feel free to NPC Choke as being a massive slut~ That's too bad, Angie, but I understand. Maybe we can have Choke up on suspension in the main room for free use, and in a pinch, as a chandelier? Helene will be sorry to see you go, Angie. But, I understand why you must. It was fun! And Karma, I couldn't help myself. I needed to get that out quick. Crystal begged me to. Grab your master balls, Poke trainers. We may see a Legendary three post tonight. U wot Crystal is screaming at me to post again. After you wrote her cumming, she needs to feel it herself. Need a master ball to catch this awesomeness?(Yeah, I ain't got time to throw 60 ultra balls! And this Legendary only gets more powerful as it battles. It's like Roku in that way. Good Lord you two! Are youtryingto kill me? I have no idea how Sam is going to keep up and nether does she! Not that we aren't going Tory! Haha, worry not. Sam doesn't have to keep up with Eva or Crystal, just Danielle! I've to step your game up! J/K. In all honesty, Crystal and Eva are basically a separate game right now. Sure, Danielle might make a pop in on occasion, but, since I have the day off and the motivation to write (family is engaged in all sorts of gossip I have no interest in), I figured why the heck not? Crystal has been screaming at me to keep going the second I read Karma's posts. Yeah, this is holiday special edition. Hell Time starts at work for real tomorrow and won't give up til February, probably... Same. I am NOT looking forward to hearing people bitching about how their shit was misdelivered or "stolen" because they didn't receive it. And all the dumb fucks who order shit from Amazon 2 days before they move, so it gets sent to their old address. And they call up shrieking. Ugh.... Christmas rush for USPS is coming....(Those paychecks, tho, whew But... At what cost... Though, I am at least in a heated office sitting on my ass. I don't envy carriers. You have my deepest sympathies for that. In a mere five years, we'll have new trucks, and then maybe it won't be so bad. Hahaha. Post is up! Challenge is made! Last gasp before I vanish into the gaping maw of grocery retail is heard! :P There it is! The Legendary third post! Catch it while you can, they're so incredibly rare! Luckily I love tossing my balls! Sadly this is my limit, gotta try to get some sleep.

Futanari Book Club OOC|rating:2.0

Murderworld Rebuilt (IC)

Arcade looked over the dossiers of the people that his mysterious patron had provided him with. Quite a motley bunch. He couldn't call them heroes, as some clearly weren't, like that Harley Quinn bimbo. He couldn't call them costumed cretins, because that John Constantine fellow wasn't. But what they all were... was playmates. He spun a circle in his chair, sitting in his command chair, thinking about how he was going to deal with his very specific request. The playmates were all in a strange sort of stasis, seemingly pulled out of space and time to serve the patron's desires. But Arcade had work to do first. Clearly he couldn't just use some form of mind-wipe on them and make them all into obedient sex toys that way. That wasn't sporting; if that was what he wanted, he certainly wouldn't have come to Arcade for the job in the first place. Slowly, the plan came together in his mind, and he started grinning... broadly.* @ * @ * @ * (* @ * @ * @ *Arcade stood before the unconscious individuals, pleasantly humming to himself. He made sure that each of them was securely bound - leg shackles to prevent movement, and arm shackles behind their backs; both of which were strong enough to hold an annoyed Hulk. Each of them also bore a special collar, refitted from his usual explosive harness collars. He touched a button on his swagger stick, which would deliver a mild shock to each of them - enough to jolt them awake, and probably not much more.(Please post a brief awakening for each character, and not much more, yet, please.) His Spider-sense was tingling, of course. Half of the time that meant he wasn't going to like whatever he saw when he opened his eyes. Taken out by the Vulture! The shame! If he was lucky no one saw it, and if the nursing home reject tried to take credit no one would believe him. Slowly Spider-man opened his eyes, happy at least that his mask was still clearly on. Bad guys never bothered to take it off. One of those unspoken rules that he was still getting the hang of, probably. His eyes shifted left and right behind the opaque white lenses of his mask. Well, it looked like someone was having a party, with about a dozen guests. All twins, oddly. Spider-Man shook his head to clear it, causing the images to merge properly. Okay, six. And..." Hey Cat! Looking good. But there's something different... New haircut? No, wait -- new jewelry! I like the look." No reason to let a pounding headache and a glaringly useless brain alert dampen his style. Blizzard woke with a start... and nearly peed in her shorts... wouldn't that be embarrassing! Why hadn't she gone to the bathroom before trying to break up a barroom brawl of Hells Angels and marines on leave? Oh well, at least the angels had been cute.... She shook the hair from her eyes and looked around... ok, 6 bodies and chains... But, she decided that perhaps, for the first time, keeping her mouth shut may be a good idea. Harley came awake in that slow, hazy way that usually meant she’d been knocked out. It was surprising how often that happened, she made to rub her eyes languidly before she opened them, but something stopped them moving. They were pinned behind her back. Chains? Oh, it had been so long since her and Puddin’ had used chains! Eyes snapped opened with a sudden surge of excitement, they narrowed just as quickly. Disappointment evident on her delicate, painted features. Well, this wasn’t their hide-out. This was….different. Trying to remember what had happened before she was knocked out did no good, she couldn’t remember much at all. So instead she focused on inspecting each of the others in the room quickly. Once she recognized vaguely as one of Mister J’s toys from a while back, B-Man’s little bitch if memory served, the rest she didn’t recognize. So Harley did what any sane and rational person would do in this kind of situation. She giggled.“Is this a game? ISO like games.” John came to with a nasty headache trying to make its way through his skull with a pickaxe. In his not so limited experience it was the kind of headache that accompanied either a hangover or being clubbed over the back of the head with something heavy. He winced and tried to remain very still for a few minutes to gather what little thoughts he had. He'd been sat at the bar, halfway through his third pint of the evening. And then everything went blank and fuzzy. Bollocks. Certainly not enough to give him memory loss. He gingerly reached for the back of his head, but found he couldn't. His arms were shackled behind his back. Hitching his breath, he opened his eyes." Oh," he said "Shit,"A number of people, gathered around in a semicircle, all clad in chains. If there were a pentacle in the middle, he'd really be freaking out right now. Or an altar. Or candles. Or the desecrated remains of a goat. As it was, Constantine was merely mildly perturbed. He vaguely recognized a couple of the blurry figures (the clown and the biker) from some news report years ago. The rest he couldn't place, certainly not with the painful, watery eyes with which he was currently viewing the world. He could, at least, acknowledge that they were in trouble." Anybody know what's going on here?" he grunted, trying to shift the shackles that bound him in place. Jason awoke with the usual feelings of discomfort and brief flashes through his mind of somewhat violent inclination. Whether they were dreams or memories of the previous night or something much longer buried, they didn't last long (not anymore) and his conscious mind definitely had more pressing things to worry about. He could feel that he was still wearing his cowl, which was good, but the familiar weight of his arsenal was missing, which more or less made him inclined to agree with the sentiment being expressed by the limey off to his side. Wringing his arms and legs from inside their restraints, half to test their mettle, half to warm himself up, he scanned the room, taking stock of just how bad things were looking and was hardly disappointed. Between the other bound individuals and the garishly dressed man with the cane surveying them, he was honestly surprised not to see green question marks on every surface. Though briefly distracted by the faces and masks he didn't know, Jason did a quick double take, apparent even through his eponymous mask and cowl, as his eyes fell on the clown's consort, "Harley!" Red Hood was in a full state of wakefulness now, shouting despite the throbbing it caused in his head, only hoping Joker's squeeze was equally pained by sudden elevation in noise. "I swear, if your demented excuse for a boy toy is behind this, I'll return the favor he did me tenfold! You!" He turned his burgeoning furor on Arcade, "You got a death wish? Let me give it my best shot now, and I'll see if I can't make it quick!" Felicia certainly didn't recall getting hammered, either via excessive libations or sexually... or both... last night, which meant her waking up groggy was immediately disconcerting to the young woman as she slowly fluttered her eyes open and then realized, gravely, that she was bound and shackled and occasionally electrocuted, while held in place in a semicircle with a half dozen others equally ridiculously costumed, well with some exceptions, gentlemen and ladies. Though after a cursory glance, she only recognised the not so Amazing Spider-man. Great, it was HIS fault, she readily assumed. She hated waking up bound and manacled. Why did people keep thinking she was into this? Was it the catsuit? That was meant for burglary, not bondage. "Ugh..." she then groaned, her heaving breasts jiggling and hanging out even MORE that her arms were manacled behind her back. Great. Just great. Play up the boobs angle. It's not like she was an accomplished thief and burglar and vigilante. Nope... always about the tits."HEY WEBS!" Felicia half groaned, half cursed as he gave her some light-hearted jabs. "What the hell did you do this time that you got me caught up in." She wasn't certain this was Spider-man's fault. But she was about 90% sure it was. Especially since she KNEW it wasn't her fault. Arcade stood in front of the motley assortment of individuals. He had eschewed his signature white suit and polka-dotted bow tie, in favor of a suaver, more dangerous look. He was dressed in a black suit, complete with white dress shirt and bright red tie, and his red hair was slicked back, instead of its natural uncontrollable mop.(turned his attention to the Red Hood, with his threat. “You’re more than welcome to try, young man, but even Doctor Doom was unable to take me out when I dragged him into my little playground.” He picked up a Pad-style computer, and flicked through it. “This is quite an interesting assortment my partner has provided me with. Let’s see.” He stepped over to The Red Hood, stopping within a few feet of Jason. “Name, Red Hood. How original.” He glanced at the red helmet. “You’ve got to meet the Red Skull sometime and trade fashion tips. Powers - none, just extensive martial training. Well, I can’t do much about that, but you might actually have a chance here. You were in the process of ‘interrogating’ someone for information. I like your style, at least.” He gestured to a wall behind him, which lit up with a brief video of the Red Hood beating the crap out of a two-bit punk, barely giving him enough time to talk between blows.“And you brought me such a fun arsenal of toys to play with, as well!” He held up a Red Claw, examining the edge carefully. “I’ll bet you get a lot of use out of these.” He strode over to Constantine. “Name, John Constantine. Powers... you don’t seem to have any, although there’s a notation here about possible magic use. You weren’t even doing anything interesting when you were taken, just getting drunk in a bar.” He looked over the edge of the Pad at John. “Not much of a hero, are you?” He moved on without waiting for an answer. “Name, Harley Quinn.” He stopped to admire her. “I definitely like your style. If I weren’t already hired to do things to you, I’m sure there are some things we could do together.” He leered openly. “Powers... enhanced strength and reflexes due to... Poison Ivy?” He looked at her incredulously. “You got powers by eating a poisonous plant?”“And let’s see... oh, my, your abduction is quite interesting indeed. Let’s watch that on the big screen, shall we?” He gestured to the wall where the Red Hood’s interrogation was looping, and it was suddenly replaced with the leering face of The Joker. Quote” Honey, I’m home!” The Joker caroled, entering the hideout with two large bags of cash, followed by a procession of hirelings carrying more cash, jewels, and other assorted loot. “I forgot to get milk on the way, but I picked up a lot of cabbage! Hee!” he joked. Harley Quinn was on her feet in a flash. “Pudding! You shouldn’t have!” She threw herself against The Joker recklessly, mashing her chest against his. “You always know what a girl likes.” The Joker threw the money bags onto the table for the minions to count. It wasn’t as though he actually cared about the money, anyway - it was just another attempt to play with The Bat. Sure, some of his schemes took a lot of money to put into motion, but he didn’t really think about that very far in advance. The money was nothing more than another piece on the game board. The demented, four-dimensional game board that existed only in his mind.“I’m telling you, traffic was...” The Joker stopped, looking down. “Harley, what have I told you about walking your puppies?”“I’m sorry, Mist J,” Harley said, acting contrite. “Lou just gets so sometimes excited.”“Well, that’s all right, I suppose, but I really want you to get something through that pretty little head of yours,” he said pleasantly.”What’s that, Pudding?” she asked, hoping for something fun.”Half an ounce of lead,” he snarled, pulling his favorite .45 revolver, firing it directly at Harley’s face. Harley disappeared abruptly. The Joker looked at the space where she was, then at the gun, and whistled appreciatively. “Haha! I didn’t know Smith and Wesson was packing disintegration rounds these days!” He gestured to one of his goons. “Hey, you... Sam, Servo... whatever your name is.” The goon looked up nervously. “It’s Sid, boss.” The Joker grinned widely. “You’re relieved,” he purred. “Go get your replacement and bring him over here.” Sid nervously went over to one of the other thugs. “Hey, Donnie... the boss wants to see you.” He walked back with Donnie, whispering silent prayers. The Joker aimed the gun at Sid. “I just need to test this once more...” He started to pull the trigger, then abruptly shifted his aim to Donnie, shooting him square in the face.“Why the long face,” he trilled at Sid. “I told you that you were relieved! Hahahahooohoohoo!” He nudged Donnie’s body. “Figures. One to a customer,” he trumped. “Get him out of here. At least she’s gone, finally gone! Haas had ha!” Pausing for character reactions before moving on to the last three Well..." Christine said to the question of what happened, "It appears that someone has a chain fetish and bisexual tendencies. Although I can hope that he's more attracted to men..." She didn't know if it was a he or a she who had done it, but ask a stupid question... Felicia yawned momentarily as the video played, before catching herself. "Oh... sorry... excuse me. Got a little bored there with the walking clown stereotypes... is that a thing where you all are from?" she then asked Harley Quinn. What would be next? A woman wearing a literal catsuit with the ears and tail and everything? It would have been nice to say Harley was paying attention when the speech started, nice, but entirely inaccurate. What was it that Mist ah J was always saying? No she couldn’t remember. Making a vow to really listen the next time somebody was talking about something important (the next time after this obviously because she’d only made the decision halfway through his speech, and it seemed silly to start paying attention when she hadn’t even heard the beginning) Harley glanced around the room.Oh, those claws were pretty! Speaking of which, she seemed to be missing a few of her own toys. Now that was rude, shackling her up and taking her stuff. Naturally she was used to finding herself all bound, it was par for the course. But at least most people didn’t take her things. Harley was about to loudly voice her complaint when The Joker’s face flashed up on the screen.“Puddin’” she swooned a little, she was allowed, she was in love. Then the video started playing, and she frowned a little more, he was right, she didn’t listen. In fact, he was probably right to shoot her, I mean, he had told her to take the dogs out. “Do you realize how mad he’s gonna’ be when he realizes I’m not dead? He’s gonna’ lose it. Gee, thanks Mister.” The sarcasm in the last sentence was evident, but at the quip her head spun around.“Yeah, it is” wistfully, she really missed being home, she wasn’t sure how long she’d been away just yet, but it seemed long enough. If she’d understood the insult she might have been mad, but they were clowns, no denying that, so what’CIA going to do? Her attention was already back on Arcade.“Can we replay? But zoom in on the part where he brings me presents?” The dreamy lilt to her voice was back. Jason almost wished not for the first time that his hood accommodated a mouthpiece of some kind of only to spit in the suit monkey’s face. “And what do they call you? Carrot Top?” A glance at the screen and a brief rundown of his abilities disturbed Jason more than Arcade’s actual words.‘How much does this guy know?’ he reflected, ‘How long have I been under observation. . . ‘His train of thought was interrupted however when his tormentor made a show of handling the weapons and tools which were Red Hood’s signature.“Didn’t I remember your mother telling me you had a problem with other people’s toys?” his words dripped with malice more than humor. “Yeah! That’s right, it was right after I got done showing her the toys I don’t keep on the belt!” As Arcade moved on he found himself taking stock of the man to his left, who looked possibly even more world-weary than Todd’s former mentor. At least he looked like he could handle himself in a fight, Jason didn’t put much stock in magic or the like. Both of which were more than he could say for Harley, whose footage might have been entertaining if any mention or sight of the Joker didn’t set Todd’s blood boiling red as his Hood. "I keep telling people, I'm not a hero!" Constantine wailed as the demented ginger read from his pad "I charge by the hour,"The others broke off into squabbling, amongst each other and with the sadist in charge of this little game. They ran the reel of Joker's gang; now there was a real monster. He expected that the little man was taking notes. Meanwhile, he, John Constantine, was trying to work out exactly how much of a pickle he was in. He couldn't pick the lock, though he'd only been trying for the last five minutes. He'd been in enough handcuffs, and enough police lock-ups, in his time to work his way out of a standard pair of cuffs. These shackles didn't seem to be going anywhere. He tried to work out what he had in his pocket. Trick set of cards, pendulum for true pointing and traumatology, loose change from the pub. Not a lot to be of any use then." I don't suppose there's a point to all this?" he offered. In his experience, they usually liked to talk about themselves (and their diabolical plan) ad nauseam, which might give him enough time to work out a charm to break the locks open. Maybe not on his (he didn't want to risk breaking his arms after all) but on the Red Hood, the guy in the biker jacket. He looked like he could throw a punch. Or maybe the Lycra guy. Gimps are a lot tougher than people give them credit for, after all. This was usually the point when Spider would ramp up the wisecracks, attracting the attention of whichever megalomaniac they were dealing with to buy enough time for one of the powerhouses to break free. Only listening to the banter told him that the 'unimpressed smart-ass' position had been filled about four times over, and by the looks of it there weren't any heavy hitters in the group. Maybe Arcade was collecting comedians now. There was nothing funny about the collars they were wearing, though. He'd heard about Arcade's explosive collars, though he'd never had the opportunity to try one on for size. No sense giving away anything for free, though. Keep them talking, learn their plan and then... Well, improvise. At least that had always worked in the past. The shackles were proving impossible to break. Spider was a lot stronger than he looked, but Arcade's middle name looked like 'Overkill'. Maybe with access to a lab he could work something out, but as it was, he had to admit he was stuck. Luckily the evidence pointed to their captor wanting them alive for some reason. Alive was good." If you need somebody to be impressed, Sir, I could do that for you. And I'm sure your mother is a lovely woman, who would be very proud of what you've accomplished here." Arcade let them rail against it for a few moments before moving on, ignoring their protests and insults."NEXT," he said pointedly, "We have the least impressive member of the show." He strolled over to where Blizzard was. “Name, Blizzard. Let me guess, you have cold-based abilities.” He rolled his eyes expressively. “Powers - ding ding ding, give the man a prize, she’s got water and temperature control powers. You were in the process of getting your ass handed to you by some non-powered bikers when you were taken. Sounds to me like you just went from the frying pan to the fire, darling.” He moved down one more slot, to Black Cat. "And now we get to the part of the evening where I meet the people I already know about. You're Black Cat... but sadly, the Avengers database file on you is completely corrupted, so I don't know much more than that. You're a thief, and you've been spotted hanging out with Spider, here... but amazingly, you're even more of a wild card than the people who are from other worlds! My illustrious partner said that you were trying to steal some cat-shaped gemstone when he grabbed you." He shuffled one more step over. "And last, but not least, we have our friendly neighborhood wall-crawler, one of my oldest foes, and the first person - well, technically, one of the two 'first people' - to actually escape Murder world. And you've escaped me a few more times since then, usually helping friends. You have Lady Luck on your side, friend, but I do believe your luck has run out today. You were about to snag the Vulture..." he started the video, which showed Spider-Man attaching a weblink to the Vulture's wings, destabilizing his flight, when Spider abruptly disappeared. "Too bad, so sad. He got away this time." He walked back to the center of the semicircle. "And that ends the introductions segment of our show to a close, save for myself, your captor, the one and only Arcade, proprietor of Murder world." He gestured grandly, as though he was expecting applause." And today, you six are the main attraction. Right now, we're in the Fun house, and you six are going to try to get back here. You see, the collars you're wearing aren't bombs at all. They're actually going to inject you all with poison right about..." each of the collars gave off a faint hiss, and each of the characters felt a sharp jab in the neck. "Now." He waited a moment for that to sink in. "The poison will kill you in about an hour, but there's an antidote right here." He thumped a dispenser that was rising out of the ground. "Now, there's about 15 doses of the antidote in here, but I'm not going to make it that easy." He waved a hand, and each of the characters disappeared, to reappear by themselves in the kitchen of a quaint, 1950s style home. Almost like a full-sized dollhouse... complete with useless, single-cast plastic mock-ups of appliances. A moment after they were teleported, their shackles all popped off with a clatter. Each of them was free to act, now. Each character is in a different house, not together, but seeing essentially the same thing. And no, you're not repowered. Arcade reclined at his command console. The LMD model of him worked perfectly, of course. But he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that there was something wrong here. Spider-Man seemed...younger, somehow. He started checking news feeds for Spider-Man.I have more for you to work with. The weird, atonal voice was enough to make Arcade jump. He turned around, and saw the two new arrivals, held in stasis, neither of which he immediately recognised. Well, the woman looked a bit like Shadow cat, he'd had her in Murder world before, but she was wearing some outfit unlike anything he'd ever seen on her before. And the man was a complete blank." All right, set 'em down, and I'll get them in the game." He didn't direct his voice in any particular direction, since he had no idea where his "partner" was supposed to be, if anywhere. And he was a little concerned about where the Other was going to draw the line, when he was going to stop. He couldn't see any connection between these heroes, no obvious reason why he was pickingthemto be his extradimensional concubines. But ultimately... Arcade didn't care. They were mice in his maze, to scurry to and fro, chasing his cheese. He attached the collars to the new arrivals, and woke them up. Knowing Shadow cat's powers, he triggered the injections for both of them immediately, before they finished coming to." Welcome to my game..." he paused to check his tablet, "Shadow cat and Voltage. Huh, so you ARE Kitty Pride, after all. You look younger than I remember you. And I still have no idea who you are, Voltage, but I don't really much care." He spoke quickly to cut Kitty off from phasing. "You might not want to try to phase out of the collar too quickly, my dear. It's got some defenses set up just for you. And you may have felt the prick in your neck - that's a toxin that will kill you within one hour unless you receive the antidote. The antidote is down there..." he gestured at his main view screen, which was now displaying the room with the dispenser, "in the Fun House ofMurderworld!" Not wanting to hear any chatter from either of the new arrivals, he had them both teleported into the last two full-sized dollhouses left in the backlit. He wasn't sure what he'd do if the Other picked up more toys. He'd cross that bridge when he came to it, he supposed. An unfamiliar tingling sensation roused Jacob, but it was the feeling of being pricked that really jolted him from unconsciousness. Whatwasthat? He tried to move his hand to rub his neck, but found himself shackled. Well, at least he wasn't naked. While this wasn't the first time he had woken up restrained, it was certainly a first in other ways. His head throbbed steadily as Jacob took in his surroundings through beady eyes, but those accused monitors weren't helping any. So instead he closed his eyes for a moment and focused on listening before blinking slowly in an attempt to get accustom to things. Someone was talking, but the words took a while to make sense. Everything focused around the time a game was mentioned and Jacob opened his eyes again. Mostly. He was now squinting at the man opposite him as he talked to another person - a female Jacob wasn't familiar with. Who was she? Kitty Pride. Shadow cat., the man had said. No clue. Did they come here together? Why? How? Wherewithal? - before the man turned to Jacob himself." And I still have no idea who you are, Voltage, but I don't really much care." Jacob let his retort die on his tongue. While he wanted to say that he didn't care who he was either, knowing would definitely help to figuring things out. The man, however, didn't seem to have any inclination of sharing though and Jacob couldn't help but scowl again. That was when it felt like he was punched in the gut by the words the mystery man spoke. Toxin. Antidote. Hepoisonedthem? The name Murder world came as no surprise after that, but it still wasn't a place that Jacob was familiar with. Any questions he had for the mystery man died on the tip of his tongue as the surroundings shifted again and Jacob found himself in an old-timely themed house. A prickling sensation of fear gathered in an icy pool at the pit of his stomach while rage burned hotly in his chest. Yet he didn't scream. Didn't yell. He wanted too, so, so badly, but there was no point. He wanted to punch the wall, flip the kitchen table, kick over a chair. Yet again, he didn't. No point. Fuming slightly, Jacob stood in the center of the kitchen and glanced at the floor, only now having noticed that the shackles around his arms and legs had dropped to the floor. He was free. Well... sort of, but not really. Not while he was in this game; A collar around his neck like some dog; A toxin coursing through his bloodstream. He needed to find that antidote, but where did he even start? More importantly, who else was going for it? How many? Too many questions, not enough time. His hand reached up to try and rub his neck again, but he stopped, his hand hovering slightly over where the collar was. Uncertain. As uncomfortable as it was, Jacob thought better of himself. He didn't know what it was capable of, so who knew what touching it would do. Frankly - already having been poisoned - he didn't want to check. Now he just had to figure out where to go. Too many choices, not enough time. "Bored," Felicia muttered as she was teleported to the 1950s style quaint household. "Great... I'm stuck with being entrapped by a villain with the most lame sense of decorum ever. Oh well, at least I'll only suffer for an hour if I fail to escape and Spider will feel extremely guilty about getting me into this mess," she then figured, thinking silently to herself while deducing he was likely the cause of her being in this mess. In fact, she was 95% sure, since the other 5% of the time it would've been her fault. But this time she knew she did absolutely nothing to incur this dork Arcade's ire. Wandering around with a light step, she kept her eyes on any of the obvious trip falls that a skilled burglar like her would look for. Laser beams. Tripwires. Motion sensors. Peculiar wiring. Nonsense like that. Thankfully, though with reservation, it appeared the appliances were faux plastic models, which helped cut down on the possible hidden traps and threats to her, but conversely denied her the ability to MacGyver a solution to get out of here. So in lieu of anything else, she walked around the house, not really touching anything except lightly padding across the floor, as she took inventory of possible exits and anything beyond fake furniture and appliances she could utilize or at least move and sorted and organized them out in her mind. Above everything though, she didn't panic. If she died, she died. That would just be bad luck. But she wasn't planning on going out acting ridiculous in her last few moments. That would never do. There was a blur and everything shifted. Constantine found himself in Betty Crocker's kitchen, slightly more free but still with that clunky collar wrapped around his neck. Being transported from one place to another wasn't something which happened lightly. He hadn't noticed any particularly strong magic involved in it, nothing more than the background levels you get when a practitioner was around. That said, there was nothing to say that it wasn't a type of magic that he hadn't encountered before or something like that - who could tell? In all probability it was probably some kind of super tech...that seemed like the little fella's kind of style. He took a look around the kitchen and winced. He wasn't one for interior decorating, but really?" I suppose the back door's locked," Constantine muttered to himself, tracing a finger around the door frame. Wouldn't do to open it and have something explode in his face. He rummaged his way through the kitchen drawers. In his experience, being locked in a house, the most useful things to be found could be found in drawers. Of course, his experienced of being locked in houses usually involved deranged demons rampaging around it. He expected that the sharp bite of steel wouldn't do much against animatronics, or whatever the fuck 'Arcade' had here. The only useful things he found were a rolling pin and a blunt knife. He hid the knife away in the recesses of his trench coat and hefted the rolling pin in his hand. He considered his options for a second, then started slamming the lump of wood against the window. There'd be something horrible in the house, no doubt. Much better to try and get out of the arena before the psychopath started playing his games. He wasn't too keen on getting poisoned waiting for an opportunity to turn up. As soon as Peter materialized he sprang to a crouching position on the molded plastic counter, and from there to the ceiling. Only then did he look around, quickly taking in his surroundings. He was alone, there were no immediate threats, and the manacles were off. Okay, that made for a pretty good step one. Clearly something had gone wrong with Arcade's plan. Peter wasn't one of Arcade's oldest foes. He wasn't one of anyone'soldestanythings -- he was only eighteen, for crying out loud. But this guy had pegged him as a nemesis, with a whole history to back it up. Which meant he was either batshit insane -- always a strong possibility -- or there were games going on with time or dimensional travel. Peter was pretty good with a Bunsen burner, but this kind of thing was out of his league -- more like Mr. Fantastic's territory. The creep had said from other worlds. Peter just wished that the guy had gone fishing in some world with a Spider-Man who knew what he was doing. If Arcade thought he was dealing with a seasoned pro who had escaped this Murder world before, multiple times, then he sure wasn't going to pull any punches now." Vastly overestimating me will be your greatest mistake," Peter muttered. Right now he knew something Arcade didn't. Best to keep it that way. He needed some backup. First priority would be to find Black Cat and the others, which meant getting out of this house. He scurried along the ceiling and up to the second floor, looking for a way to get out onto the roof and trusting to his Spider sense to warn him about any danger. Because that had worked out just great so far. Jason rematerialized in what looked like one of the many kitchens he'd seen in his days as a street tough in Gotham, growing up in Crime alley where plenty of buildings hadn't seen anything like a remodel in 50 years. This one however looked brand new, which added to the whole unnerving feeling of this damn crazy place. At least the manacles were removed, and his limbs were free. Seemed like the collar had already done its damage though, with the poison running through his veins. He was about to start tearing through the kitchen for something to pry the thing off with but paused, taking a deep breath and taking a long moment to steady his heart rate and slow his pulse. Todd had never much been one for meditation, and this Arcade fellow certainly wouldn't have picked a poison which could be so easily deterred, but it just might buy him a few minutes later to slow the poison's initial spread now. Flexing his hands, Jason slowly relaxed his limbs and settled his shoulders, and from all outside appearances might appear to be in a state of comfort, but his mind still burned.' This back birth Riddler ripoff clearly had no idea who he's dealing with, putting me in a trap. I'll stir my share of that antidote with his severed finger.' His hand moved subconsciously to where his combat knife would usually rest on his belt, then clenched white knuckled when it wasn't there. Opening his eyes, Jason surveyed the kitchen, looking for a replacement, just hoping it wouldn't be plastic like everything else. Rummaging through the knife block he picked the longest chef's knife from the set, not caring so much for balance at the moment before he moved to the door out. He was about to turn the handle when he paused. If this guy did have a similar MO as the Riddler, the same stupid games, then this whole place was probably rigged with all the manner of traps.'MO. . . Modus Operandi. . . 'One of the few things from his education which had managed to stick with him. He was going to have to get a feel for that method of operation and be careful in the meantime if he planned on retrieving his arsenal and then using every last implement in it to make Arcade's last moment's pure torment. "So what's the game, Arcade?" He spoke aloud, gripping the doorknob out of the kitchen and turning it with an accompanying kick to burst into the next room. "Games have rules, but you haven't exactly laid it all out for us yet. . . " Judging from the footage he'd seen before he could only presume that he was definitely under surveillance right now. Harley stretched, it was the first thing she did when she realized that the shackles were no longer on her. Her arms above her head she rolled her neck and then let her hands fall to her hips. It was like somebody had knocked her out and thrown her into an old sitcom. She half expected canned laughter; she said something funny, nothing happened so she sighed. That was that hope dashed. The kitchen was plastic, but she made for the fridge anyway, being bound and captured always made hero hungry. She grabbed the milk and then frowned when it was empty, just a cardboard prop, she threw it behind her, checked a few more things. By the time she was done there was a steady pile of mess on the floor and a pout on her red lips. Well, this wasn’t going to be as fun as she first thought. Pinching her lips together before letting her breath escape with a ‘pfft’ she least forward slightly over the counter and looked out of the window. Next thing she checked were the drawers, plastic cutlery? Really? That all ended up on the floor too as she rummaged. Not a knife in sight, unfair!“I really hope this is the joke and not the punchline” she whined to herself, “because I’m not laughing.” Stepping over the stuff on the floor she tutted, somebody should spotless up this mess, then she headed to the back door and turned the handle. If there wasn’t anything to do inside the house, then she supposed she’d have to find the fun herself.Oh, and the cure, her hands touched the collar almost as an afterthought, the clown princess wasn’t at all fond of the thought of dying. Still after all the times her Puddin’ had promised to collar her up, this was not how she anticipated her first time. It probably didn’t match her outfit at all. Would it kill evil masterminds to focus on co-ordination once or twice; she had an image to maintain. Christine had parted her Lucius lips to retort about her lack of success with a bar fight, but suddenly found herself in a bad imitation of a 1950s kitchen. "Do I look like June Cleaver!?!" She sighed and with satisfaction at being free to move, she pushed her black hair back from her face, "Asshole... you hear me Panama Jack off? You're an asshole!" She looked at the kitchen for a moment and with little better to do began to tear the room apart, setting aside anything that looked useful... a plastic knife, a rolling pin, a full set of plastic plates, spoons, forks and those stupid butter knives... the plastic curtains and curtain rod... Even plastic could be used as a weapon if you had a little gumption. She hefted the rod, it was flimsy as hell, but she could use it to open doors and tap the floors... kill spiders and other nasty things... With the curtains wrapped about everything of use, she tied the ends and slipped it over a shoulder like a bag. With little hope for success, she tried to open the window over the sink... Kitty looked blearily at her captor, the bright red of his hair making her think of Johnny for just a moment. As she woke up further and her vision cleared, however, it was obvious that this was nobody she'd ever met, though his comment about her really being herself and younger than he remembered was really confusing. Did she get sent to the future, somehow? But if she had, how could her future self be older? Unless she managed to go back to her own time. She really hoped it was something that simple. She glanced over at her fellow captive, neither recognizing the name nor the costume. Furthermore, she turned back and frowned at the redhead. "Is that supposed to mean something to us?" she asked, wondering what kind of twisted mind it took to put Fun House and Murder world in the same sentence. Either way, she was pretty sure that she'd never heard of it or this guy, but it was clear that he knew an awful lot about her, and that made her distinctly uncomfortable. But not nearly as uncomfortable as the needle that had jabbed into her or his telling her that he'd just poisoned them both and that they'd have to reach the dispenser on the screen within an hour for the antidote. "Wait, what do you..." She trailed off, suddenly addressing a rather shabby mock-up of a kitchen from way before she was born. She took a moment to look around, disappointed to find that she was alone and everything in the place was flimsy plastic. "If the rest of this Murder world is like this, maybe it won't be so hard to find the way back to the 'Fun House' after all." She went to the door, increasing her density before cautiously opening it. "There's no way everything is going to keep being this easy," she sighed, checking to see what lay in wait outside the 'house' before moving on. The area around the houses was so stereotypical 1950s suburban in design, it went from homage straight to parody. There was a lone pine in the middle of a small park, with a small traffic circle around it. Along the outside of the traffic circle were the eight overgrown dollhouses, looking for all the world like cookie-cutter 1950s dwellings. Each connected to the next with a pretty white picket fence, except where the road divided them into two groups of four. Off in one direction, the road seemingly dead-ended into the dome that covered the entire area. The dome was painted to look like the sky from a 1950s era painting, overly fluffy and cheery. The slope of the dome suggested that they were near the edge of what is a very large covered area. In the other direction, perhaps half a mile away, was a very brightly lit traveling carnival, open for business. People had told Jason he had never been one for subtlety. Or at least, they would say have told him that if Jason hadn't been so quick to in busting the jaw of anyone who decided to mouth of to him like that. The way he saw it, direct, forceful action had a subtlety all its own, it forced your opponents hand, and besides, just because you were being direct, didn't mean you had to be blunt about it. In this particular case, Red Hood figured that these traps and travails were meant to set them off their guard, and seeing as Harley was here in addition to plenty of faces Jason didn't recognise, pit them against one another. Why else make introductions before separating everyone if not to put on a show? 'Fighting each other as much as we fight for ourselves; Divide and conquer' Then again, Jason might be over-thinking things; It was hard to tell with these dog and pony show types, and the antidote couldn't be his endgame. . . No, Arcade had to have something else in mind, and if Jason wanted to find out, it would mean doing all he could to attract some attention, put on a good show, maybe talk some circles into the maniac's head. To that effect, Red Hood decided on the direct approach, and only paused a moment to subtly scan the room with the thermographic and ultraviolet sensor suite his cowl was equipped with. Assuming no obvious traps presented themselves, he fully intended on literally following through and kicking the plastic door of its hinges. The door shattered with a pleasant crunch, hard plastic pieces pinwheeling in a dozen different directions as the central mass of the door buckled and flew several feet out, flying over the perfectly proper porch, and landing on the Astroturf lawn. Quote from: Top Cat on 30-03-2013, 09:06:11The door shattered with a pleasant crunch, hard plastic pieces pinwheeling in a dozen different directions as the central mass of the door buckled and flew several feet out, flying over the perfectly proper porch, and landing on the Astroturf lawn. Stepping over the wreckage of his handiwork, Red Hood popped his head just over the door frame glancing back and forth at the porch then up above his head before moving directly onto the astroturf, ignoring the walkway as he made a beeline towards the carnival, hopping the white picket fence in a quick leap. His shoulders were set forward, and he moved with a steady determination and quick stride, a fast pace which kept his heart rate low. No sense getting too fired up and letting the poison seep into his system that much faster. Vaguely he wondered what effects he might start to feel, and his hand moved unconsciously to the metal collar around his neck. It was only with the manacles off that he now realized the presence of a familiar weight at his wrist. Pausing a moment on the sidewalk, he gave his wrist a quick twist and flick and one of his crimson claws appeared in his hand. Jason was grinning, the fool had clearly spent too much time ogling the bigger guns in his arsenal (or else one of the heroines he had captured).' Now I'm armed.' He thought to himself as he twirled the folding blade expertly in his fingers,'Now it's a game.' Making his way down the block he kept his eyes peeled, glancing at each house in tern and running a brief thermal imaging scan to see who, if anyone might be inside. The 'window' popped out of it's frame and onto the back garden easy enough, only after a few whacks from the rolling pin. Constantine stared at it for a second, considered his limited options, and lifted himself out of the window. This didn't seem particularly challenging just yet, not anything that was going to take his head off. Then again, he was poisoned already, and he doubted Arcade wanted his little game to end prematurely. The garden was tiny, a little picket fence job. Eyebrows raised, the British magician jumped the shoddily made wooden fence and walked into the street." I genuinely can't tell if this is meant to be satire or the product of a bizarrely warped mind," he said, taking in the dome and the 50s suburban street. Off in the distance was the travelling carnival. If the antidote was going to be anywhere, he supposed it would be in the fun house, like Arcade said. A game wasn't a game without rules. A quick survey of the neighborhood showed him the biker, Red Hood, standing next to a broken door, looking broody. Constantine walked towards him slowly, hands obviously on show to avoid getting a palm thrust in the chest." Hey," he said with a nod of his head "The door didn't explode then?" Christine finally managed to knock the window out and peaked out through the kitchen window and at the yard beyond. "You have got to be kidding me... I feel like I'm on MTV!" She tossed out the rolling pin just to make sure something wasn't going to snap at her before she crawled through the window and dropped to the ground. Spying a wound up Waterhouse, she checked it out and found that it wasn't too bad and considered it's potential. She couldn't cut it, and while it seemed fairly short, she didn't want to pack too much around with her. She only needed a foot or two. She sighed, she could come back for it if it came to that. Time was ticking and she looked closer t the sense. "Now we're talking." she said and kicked a picket loose and hefted it. Not a lot for a club, but it was something, and she needed something... and it weighted more than the hollow plastic of the rolling pin. She dumped everything but the curtain rod, curtains and the picket before making her way to the street. Then she paused a moment and searching carefully, found a SEM in the astroturf and worked the plastic knife into it... "What's under this? Spider made it to the second floor, which was just as dull as the first. A quick peek into the similarly uninteresting attic revealed no toys, which meant the dollhouse wasn't a perfect metaphor for Arcade. He kicked out a window at the end of the second story hallway and nimbly flipped himself up to a crouch on the roof, surveying the area. No skyscrapers, but the dome overhead looked like it might be a good anchor for web slinging, or at least a way to scale up to the top of their enclosure if it came to that. Unless there were some tricky anti-Spider coating, which, now that he thought of it, was pretty likely. Assuming that some other Spider been here before, he had to assume Arcade would be ready for his tricks. "So, new tricks, then," he decided." Hey, it's my buddies!" he called out loudly as he saw several other figures emerging. "Team meeting at the Lone Pine in seven seconds. Toy master, you're on donuts." He fired his web at the dome, and, assuming it held, swung himself in a wide arc from the roof of the dollhouse over to the tree in the center of the traffic circle. If the web didn't work, his plan was to make it look like he'd planned for that. Somehow. Harley always thought that the problem with being in love with such an ambitious, driven man was that she didn’t always have time to stop and smell the roses. So upon leaving the house she sauntered down the path and plucked one of the long stemmed ones from back door. She lifted it to her nose and tutted, plastic, figured. Still that didn’t stop her twirling it in her fingers as she sashayed casually down the path and towards the picket fence. It was all so, cliché, she rather felt she should be wearing an apron, or at least be wielding a rolling pin. There were so many things she could make prettier with something wooden and heavy.Nevertheless she had none of those things and there was no need to dwell, the blonde paused at the end of the path and made stock of the identical houses. Vaguely noting that at least one of them should have a steaming pie sitting in an open window, a voice in her head told her to stop being ridiculous. It sounded suspiciously like Mist ah J and she smiled dreamily. Some deep part of her consciousness noted that it probably wasn't a good sign that she was hearing voices, but she shushed it, when voices sounded like her Puddin', how could they ever be anything but good? They were all domed in, blue eyes scanned upwards and she grinned widely. At least it wouldn’t rain all over her, she didn’t much like getting wet. It made the leather…..uncomfortable. This did mean that getting out of here might be tricky, but she'd worry about that if and when she wanted to get out. Making her way down the sidewalk happily, she let her long fingers trail along the fence as she went, tracing the up and down of each point tenderly. Humming happily, because she felt she should. En route to the fun house, collar and instructions be damned. Where else would the girlfriend of the Joker go? Chris glanced back at the shout and rolled her eyes. "7 seconds? Really? Is that 7 seconds from your speaking it, from the time I heard it or now?" She didn't really care if he heard her...he was some strange guy in a red and blue bodysuit... Of course, she wore a bodysuit, but she didn't care if someone saw her hair... or her skin color... or her eyes for that matter. She shrugged and ticking them off on her finger, she counted..."1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10!" Now that she could be fashionably late, she strolled over to the tree and spread the curtain out on the ground... even if it's astroturf, she's not going to mess up her nice outfit... and who knows what trap that psycho put under the tree, you know? Spider-man's weblink shot made it halfway to the dome before the web shooter gave up the ghost. Without a reservoir of web fluid, there wasn't enough for a long swing line. This may be his first clue that his toys are out of juice. Blizzard's attempts at getting under the Astroturf are moderately successful, but the only thing under it is what's under all Astroturf - dirt. After not finding anything of use in the house, Jacob had moved to the door and stepped outside into the yard. There was a moment of hesitation as he reached for the doorknob however, but a nagging thought in the back of his head told him that it probably wasn't trapped. If this really was a game, then there wouldn't be much fun in killing them off so early. The poison, on the other hand, Jacob could understand once the dull throb began to recede and as he started to think more clearly. The poison was merely a push to get them moving, because who would want to watch people just standing around with their thumbs planted firmly up their asses? No one.That's who. Glad to not be squinting due to any type of harsh lighting, Jacob strode across the fake yard towards the street and slowly took stock of his surroundings. Lights in the distance must have been their destination, since there didn't really seem to be anything else of much important in the other direction. There were seven other houses that looked like the one he came out of, and he saw a few others roaming about. He remembered hearing one of them yelling about a team meeting as he was leaving the house, but all Jacob did was tut softly under his breath at the notion. Team meeting? They were against a clock and these fools wanted to sit around and chat? Oh well, let them waste time. He wanted to get to that antidote sooner rather than later and if he stuck around here any longer if you would be that second option. One person, however, seemed to have something different in mind. Jacob found himself walking towards her as she trailed her fingers against the fence and vaulted it shortly after she passed, landed silently onto the sidewalk behind her. After all, he had been heading towards the street anyway. Once on the sidewalk, Jacob adjusted his trench coat as he straighten himself and padded it down for his shades, but found them missing from the inside breast pocket. The fact that the shades were missing didn't really bother him, but since Jacob didn't really know how much his identity mattered here anyway. The mysterious man didn't really seem to know much about him aside moniker of Voltage, so that could have been a good thing. What did bother him, however, was that his retractable metal batons were missing as well? They would have been attached to hand tailored clips inside of his trench coat and resting against his lower back, but their absence made Jacob slightly uneasy and caused him to grimace as he walked. While he could still hold his own with the use of his power, the metal batons always added that extra little oomph. Those things aside, Jacob kept his eyes on the horizon where the traveling caravan was and wondered what fresh hell awaited him there. Aside from the tacky Fifties themed cul-de-sac, nothing seemed too horrible so far. Unless you counted the poison. And the collars. And the fact that they were abducted and thrown into a game against their will. But who was he kidding? Everyone was probably counting those things and he - for one - would be happened when it was all over. Unless theovermeant falling over dead from the poison, because then he wouldn't be happy at all. Kitty watched as several others exited the houses, the first a moment before she had started moving to try to find which one the other captive, Voltage, was in. The first was someone in a biker jacket with a red hood that reminded her of Deadpool, briefly, to which she had to shudder. There was also a scruffy older man in a rumpled overcoat that seemed to know the one in the hood. Something about him reminds her of Logan, but she doesn't have time to mourn the dead, now. Next was a woman in spandex, and after that, one in leather. She didn't recognise either of them, but that didn't matter because she was suddenly far more interested in someone else, entirely. She turned her eyes up to see the familiar red and blue costume as he perched on the roof of one of the other houses. Her heart did a flip at seeing him. But how could he be here? He was dead. She'd seen the body. She'd attended the funeral! But she couldn't deny the fact that it was Peter's voice she had just heard and that it was Spider-man on that rooftop. She could get up there easily enough, so long as the collar didn't do anything to her when she phased, but as he'd called for people to meet at the pine in the park, she headed that way, trying to figure out what the hell she would say to him once there. Felicia opened the front door upon seeing literally... well almost literally... everyone else around her escape their houses by walking out the front door. Clearly this was going to be a most compelling adventure, she realized as the entire bored scenario with such a played out setting centered around a contrived concept continued to induce considerable mental and emotional, IQ dropping trauma on her. Or at least, that's what she felt like it was doing as she opened the door, half expecting it to explode or something just because it'd be her bad luck she got dumped into the one booby trapped house. But that didn't happen as she swung the door open and sighing, decided to join the group closest to her, solely on the fact that... it was the group closest to her. Well that wasn't true. She recognised Spider-Man was with them. That was the main reason, not for any particular romantic reasons. But because she knew he was one of those goody two shoe types who would like... go to ridiculous lengths to save her life in case she got in trouble. Plus since she was still 90% sure this was all his fault, it made sense to join him. Plus he defeated this Lister, like everyone else had apparently... except her, one or two or ten times before so maybe if he broke them all out of this "Murder world" fast enough, she could make it back to Soho and finish the day off with a nice red wine, or perhaps a Chianti. Treat herself... Her mind started wandering. Anchoring it back to the possibly lethal situation that was concerning her fate now, she sort of played it cool as she sauntered towards Spider's group, keeping her natural ass wagging to a minimum as she recognised... or rather didn't recognise, almost everyone else in the Spider's pine tree party. Hopefully they were heroes too, she thought with a snicker as she approached as nonchalantly and unperturbed as possible by recent events. While Shadow cat, Black Cat, and Blizzard converged on the oak tree in the middle of the rotunda (apparently the only genuine thing here), the other four each made their way independently down the street, heading toward the obvious carnival. And, as they get closer, the obvious foursome of clowns loitering in a decidedly non-clownish way against the closest of the temporary structures. One jabbed another in the ribs, and all four turned to face the motley assortment of people heading their way. A flip, a roll, and a few springs later found Peter in one of the lower branches of the pine tree, which turned out to be more plastic than wood but at least capable of supporting his weight. The lack of web fluid was going to be an issue, unless Arcade was nice enough to supply him with a chemistry lab to whip up another batch. There were bigger problems, though, like the fact that their merry band of six had almost immediately fractured into two groups of four. Peter checked his fingers again. Yep, looked like two late arrivals. All in all, though, it looked like he got the sweet end of the breakup stick. He was happy to see Black Cat, though she was taking her time to join them. The last time he'd seen her was almost a month ago, when they ended up on the trail of the same batch of jewelry thieves. That little episode had ended in four men gift-wrapped for the cops, and a considerable portion of the stolen jewelry making it back to the rightful owners. Well, almost half. He'd been meaning to talk to her about that. The girl in the blue bodysuit he didn't recognise, but at least she dressed like a superhero. And he could hardly complain about the view. Arcade had called her... Blizzard. Didn't ring a bell. And then there was the third girl. Also, quite the looker, and apparently one of the late joiners. She seemed somewhat familiar. Maybe he'd seen her picture in the papers? Peter figured Blizzard for the traitor. Arcade had made his little show of her being the 'weakest member' of the group, but the man was hardly a master thespian. It stood to reason that somewhere in their band he had a plant. Peter's first guess had been the insane clown, but she had left with her posse. If Arcade truly thought of him as the biggest threat, then his agent would want to follow him as closely as possible. Which was just fine by him. At least he stood a chance of seeing the betrayal when it came through. Crouched on the tree branch, he looked down at the three women. "So, Angels, I bet you're wondering what Charlie has planned for us today. I'm Spider-Man, for those of you who got caught in traffic and missed the getting to know you shindig. Let's go ahead and call this 'Team A', and those other guys we'll call 'Team We'll Need To Rescue Later'. Now Arcade and I go way back, and he hasn't beaten me yet, but it's been pretty close a couple of times. He's deadly, but he plays fair, in his own way. We just have to work together and not do anything stupid." He stopped before he had to move on from educated guesses to complete fiction spinning. There was no way he was going to confess his inexperience out loud." If anybody has any tricks up their sleeve beyond looking absolutely fabulous in a skin-tight costume, it might be worth passing them along. Otherwise, let's go ahead and take a hike toward the Landmark of Obviousness and see what we can see. Oh, and what should we call you, Miss?" The last addressed to the stranger in gray. Kitty couldn't help but watch Peter do his acrobatics as he made his way to the tree. She'd seen him try for a web sling, but it was obvious that he was out of juice. The demented redhead who'd greeted and poisoned her and Voltage probably took the cartridges, but she was glad he'd left the mask on. It was good that there were some things that you could usually count on even from people who were bent on ending your life in new and unusual ways. She couldn't help but smile at his quips. No situation was too dire for him to try to lighten the mood. Sure, sometimes he took it a little too far, but who didn't have their flaws. She frowned as he mentioned Arcade. She'd never seen him, so how could Peter? That meant that time travel was definitely not what was going on here. Had Professor McCoy been right in the transcript she'd found when he'd mentioned his theory about other dimensions? But Professor Xavier was recorded as saying that there probably weren't any others. She shook her head at the memories, all of them, even Peter had been killed. She almost regretted not attending the Professor's funeral. Almost. But it was better that she'd not been there. She hadn't belonged with the X-Men for too long already." What do you...? PE-," she breaks off with a cough, realizing that if he's not dead, then his identity is probably still a secret. "Spider-Man, don't you recognise me? It's Kitty. You know. Shadow cat. I used to be with the X-Men." She searches his eyes for any sign of recognition. There are so many things she wants to say to him, so many things she wants to ask. But if he really is a different Peter, and how couldn't he be, did he even know her in the world he was from? She hated that her heart was probably on her sleeve, but how else was she supposed to react to having someone she loved seemingly come back from the grave. Harley wasn’t expecting company, well rather, she hadn’t anticipated company. Especially company that didn’t speak. Her head had turned a little as he vaulted over the fence behind her but though she may have slowed her step a little she didn’t stop. Unsure whether he was going to speak or pick a fight, eventually (after perhaps four or even five steps) curiosity got the better of her. The blonde turned to face him, sauntering backwards now her pace didn’t change, nor did the deliberate sway of her hips, but she did rake her eyes over the stranger. He was tall, looked grumpy, walked with purpose, she smiled impishly.“You know it’s kinda’ rude to stalk somebody without an invitation. Or a how’day’do?” Blue eyes raked up and down him obviously before she shook her head, pigtails bouncing, “Win me a teddy-bear at the funfair, and we’ll call it quits.” His hands slid down his trench coat and she grimaced sympathetically. “Yeah they took my toys too.” It made her feel marginally better that she wasn’t the only one missing artillery, she’d thought for a moment Arcade was clownfish. Finally, a thought occurred to her.“You weren’t in the meet and greet, where did you come from?” Now Harley wasn’t the brightest spark in the firework display, but she had become rather adept at clocking things that might be detrimental to her health. For instance, she usually noted when Puddin’ was in a bad mood, it’s just that more often than not she chose to ignore it. At the moment she was somewhere she didn’t know, with a lot of people she didn’t know. Now there were new people springing up? As long as B-Man didn’t get thrown into the fray she was happy enough. That guy could have a sick sense of humor sometimes. A more driven person might have wondered if he knew of a way out – but she wasn’t oh so desperate to go anywhere. The strand of gossamer threads which sprouted from one of the upper windows briefly caught Jason's attention as one of the fellow "heroes" he didn't recognise tried to get their attention for a schoolyard meeting under the tree. Rolling his eyes underneath his hood, he instead turned his attention towards the trench coat clad man making his way in the opposite direction of what Red Hood was already thinking of as the "kids club". Already the dweeb in red and blue reminded him too much of another young pup who liked red and fancy acrobatics, and the last thing he needed while trying to survive this place was to be holding a leash. Turning to face the Brit, he cocked his head to one side as he appraised him with a cautious eye. "All clear. Constantine, wasn't it? Our host wasn't terribly clear on the introductions." He flipped the crimson flaw back into it's sheath at wrist, making sure his new friend got a chance to see it. It was about as 'above board' as Jason got. "You got any-. . ." He stopped suddenly as he caught sight of the four clowns approaching from one direction and the fifth presently sidling up beside Constantine and gritted his teeth, settling into a more relaxed stance as he balled his fists as his side. "Got any...?" Constantine asked, before following the Red Hood's gaze "Oh,"Clowns? Or at the very least, thugs dressed as clowns? It was like this guy was taking his plays straight out of the Joker's handbook. All he needed was a poison squirting flower on his lapel and he'd be a clone. He sized up the approaching men, and reckoned that he could take one of them if he was lucky, and if the other three didn't gang up on him or even try to get involved. Probably. He balled up his fists and took a couple of steps back, leaving the Red Hood just in front. He'd been in enough bar fights to know to let the crazy guy get involved before you go in to mop up his mess." After you," he offered politely. Red Hood glanced backwards at his new 'friend' as he took a step back, letting Jason take the lead in dealing with these punks. He scoffed and shrugged, letting the clowns approach a few more paces before he rounded on them, raising his fists and feinting towards them with his shoulders and foot menacingly, holding up any casual advance as he settled into a guarded fighting stance. "You boys really got the short end of the stick on this gig. You can't imagine just how much I hate clowns. . . " He said, his voice dripping with an air of malice and barely suppressed malice; a voice refined from years growing up in Crime Alley.' They're lucky I don't have a crowbar on me. . .' Jason thought grimly as he cracked his knuckles in classic form." Tell you what, I'll dispense with the usual pleasantries where I beat your face to a bloody pulp, and you explain you don't know anything about Arcade, and we skip straight to the part where you line up thirty feet in front of me and my friend here and kindly set off any traps he'd otherwise have in store for us." The clowns refused to be baited, their expressions grim beneath their grease-painted grins. The lead pair started a pass-juggling routine with some weighted clubs - and by the way they moved, the clubs were heavier than standard juggling clubs. The third clown started doing some acrobatic back-flips, his feet landing back on the same spot while he drew out some throwing knives. On his third flip, he launched a spray of knives, one arcing toward each of the four approaching characters. Only the fourth clown didn't approach aggressively. He hung back, his stance low and balanced. He watched what the approaching people would do with a critical eye. “You know it’s kinda’ rude to stalk somebody without an invitation. Or a how’day’do?”" How’day’do," Jacob offered with a lopsided grin, "Though I doubt you'd notice me if I really wanted to stalk you." It was bullshit really. When it came to being stealthy, Jacob was fairly good, but it was always clear that he wasn't a master at his art. It was a reason why he tended to go for easy marks that didn't require a lot of finesse whenever he needed to make some quick cash. Besides, stealth was better suited for people who weren't six feet tall. Sure he wasn't bulky, but his height almost always was a dead give away.“Win me a teddy-bear at the funfair, and we’ll call it quits.”" Yeah, sure. Maybe they'll have one of those games where you throw hand grenades at milk bottles," he replied sarcastically as he followed her. It seemed fitting for Murder world, since he was sure whatever games they had all involved various ways to maim one another. When she mentioned her toys being taken too, the grin slipped from his face and was replaced by a hard grimace again. Figures. Then the woman asked where he was from, but movement in the distance meant that future conversation was better off saved for later when the newest threat was taken care of. Two other captives - the collars around their necks were a dead giveaway - seemed to have been engaged as well. "I think that answer can wait till later. Don't suppose they are friends of yours, right?" he asked as he nudged his chin in the direction of the other clowns. Then they started attacking and Jacob got his answer. He saw the knife that was aimed at him as it came, but his movement felt oddly sluggish as he dodged. It hit him, but only slightly, leaving a shallow cut on his left cheek that soon welled up with blood. He would have looked back to see where it landed, but the two jugglers interested him more than some small knife. Perhaps he could intercept one to arm himself. And, given how they looked to be slightly weighted, maybe they had some metal that he could use. He tested his powers to see how much electricity he could generate in his hands and at his fingertips as he watched the clowns closely, deciding that he would only run if he saw an opening. No point to bulrush otherwise, since he wasn't sure what else they could do at the moment. As the clowns started up their routine, Jason eyed the juggled clubs skeptically before the throwing knife spun his way. With a flick of his wrist, the sole crimson claw which was the entirety of his arsenal at the moment sprung into his hand a split second before the thrown blade came dangerously close towards him. Moving with practiced precision, he deflected the blade up into the air and threw his own weapon back towards the armed assailant, faster than the untrained eye could follow, the crimson claw spinning like a rotary blade towards the clown with lethal intent. Not waiting to watch whether his attack would hit home, Red Hood caught the throwing knife he had deflected on the way down in his opposite hand and moved in towards the two juggling clowns, flicking the blade from a fore grip to a backhand as he moved into a defensive posture. He was fully intent on rearming himself as much as possible, directly from Arcade's cronies whenever possible. "OK big guy, what did you want in such a hurry?" she asked casually. She couldn't do anything about the poison at the moment, and while it seemed like an good idea to pool your resources, she didn't respond well to instant commands. "Don't you get hot in that thing?" She had found it interesting that the dome appeared to just sit onto of dirt, which gave her some cause for consideration, even with a plastic shovel. "We don't seem to have much time, and things are only going to et worse from this point on, don't you think?" Peter knew the X-Men. He'd fought beside them occasionally, despite their regrettable fashion sense. The yellow and black outfits had always seemed to say less "We're a coordinated professional super-team" and more "Somebody called in a toxic waste spill". But they were good at what they did, and Peter had never understood the prejudice against them. Four guys and a girl he wouldn't mind having at his back right now, along with their creepy leader. This "Shadow cat" wasn't one of them. At least not where he was from. Maybe the future Spider-Man that Arcade thought he had captured was a friend of hers, or even more than friends. Peter knew less about women than he knew about nuclear physics, a fact MJ had never been shy about pointing out, but he could tell that Kitty was upset. And unless he was mistaken about that slip of the tongue, she knew future-Spider pretty damn well. Peter cocked his head a bit and took a moment to look over the shapely mutant. Lucky guy, he thought. Was it cheating to ogle your future self's 'friends'? Man, time travel caused headaches way before you even got to thinking about killing Hitler." Shadowcat. Right. Is that a new outfit? Well, we can catch up later. After all, we've got almost 57 minutes to kill. Or be killed. Which brings us to Miss Blizzard's questions: 'Why am I in such a hurry?' And 'Aren't we running out of time?'. I'm just going to let this two kind of cancel each other out, and give a quick answer of 'By my reckoning I'm about the fourth-hottest person here' to your third question, but I appreciate the compliment."" Well, I'm glad we had this little meeting. I'm already well acquainted with what Black Cat here can do, and of course Shadow cat and I go way back." Almost three minutes now, even." Blizzard, we'll just assume you can whip us up some snow-cones when we need them, and I guess that brings the briefing to a close. Let's go get not killed, gang. And if anyone should happen to find a bunch of little metal cylinders, about 'yea' big, please don't swallow them. That would be bad." Spider-Man flipped himself off of the branch, completing a full somersault before landing nimbly on his feet. It looked like a fairly long walk to the tent that was their only obvious destination. If he couldn't web-sling, he could at least try to move with style, leaping and springing onto any structure more than five feet high along their way. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(Kitty waited as Peter took a moment to look her over. He was acting like he knew her, but she'd heard him bluff often enough as all three of her hero alter egos to know that he had no idea who she was. That thought left her feeling disappointed, but it also left her with some glimmer of hope that she could possibly kindle something with this Peter that was no longer possible back home. He sounded the same as her Peter had, so she guessed he might be about the same age, though it was hard to tell under the costume. Other things, however, weren't hard to tell at all. She couldn't stop herself from smiling as she watched him show off as he dismounted from the branch he'd been perched on, appreciating - and not for the first time - how well toned he was under it all. She shook her head as she fell into the loose team, thinking about how it might be to surprise him with her phasing ability, since she was almost entirely certain he had no idea at all what she could do. Following his gesture with her eyes, her disinterest at the interruption from what could be a fun toy for a while evaporated in an instant and a big grin broke out across her face.“Aw shucks, Arcade’s really going all out to make us feel at home isn’t he?” The clowns looked almost identical to Joker’s thugs, almost, she could tell the difference instantly because, well, she spent a lot of time with the painted thugs. These guys weren’tthere, but they were close enough that she got a warm bubbly feeling in the pit of her stomach. So wrapped up was she in the giddiness she only turned at the sound of metal clattering onto the floor, Trench Coat didn’t seem much interested in the knife so whilst he was watching the thugs she swept it up and tucked in into her boot. Which pretty much put her timely out of dodge with the ones that flew at her, oblivious. It wasn’t one other knifes, but who knew when somebody would want to play?“Whilst you’re catchin’ flies, I think I’ll go say howdy.” Then she sauntered off towards the clowns, until she saw a familiar figure laying into them with gusto. She giggled again, though this time it was more of a wicked sound,“Still not over your coulrophobia Red?” She was closer to the clowns and the two men now, but she wasn’t stupid enough to get herself dragged into the fight. After all, she wasn’t entirely sure which side she was on yet. “Pickin’ on poor defenceless clowns” she paused, eyed their weapons enviously, clearly decided that goading Red Hood was more important, and continued “you big bully.” Despite her chatter she’d noted that one was hanging back, ‘it’s always the same, you wanna’ know who’s in charge then hang back and look for the person that ain’t doin’ shit.’ Another knife missed her by a fraction of an inch whilst she was eyeing up the voyeur at the back and her head snapped around angrily. “Would you quit tho win’ knives at me? If you want to share then at least give me a club; they look pretty.” Or she supposed, she could just take one. Harley had picked a side, and as per usual, it was the one that got her goodies. Christine paused in thought for a moment and lifted her hand. She hadn't tried to do anything with the collar on. She looked down at her hand and concentrated, drawing in the moisture in the air and cooling it to below the point of freezing, waiting to see if the snowball would form. The crimson claw Red Hood had thrown scythed through the prosthetic flesh and costume covering its cybernetic frame like so much tissue paper, embedding itself in the optical wiring of the clown droid and causing a shower of sparks to go up as it spasmed and glitched. Honestly Jason was disappointed, he had at least been hoping that Murder world might be a bit more. . . Well murder, but he didn't let that distract him. The clowns twirling the heavy weighted batons had turned on him, tossing the clubs into the air even as they swung them at him in brutal but clumsy arcs. Red Hood deftly avoided their attacks, slashing low with the knife he had retrieved from the throwing clown droid, but succeeded only in scratching the paint along the droid's torso as it were. In retaliation, the clown brought down one of the clubs hard and Jason was force to block the overhead strike in a crossbar, feeling the impact rattle his arms despite his gauntlets. He had the clown's arms trapped now though, and bringing his leg forward delivered a savage kick to the robot's knee, causing the mechanical joint to pop out of place. Falling forward, Red Hood twisted its momentum off to the side using his hold on its arms directing it to fall into the other clown, as a few of their clubs fell to the ground without them there to catch them. Both Clowdroinds were now doubled over and Jason seized the opportunity, stepping taking a running jump straight up into the air off of both clown's bodies and then coming down hard, jamming the cheap throwing blade into the base of the skull of the topmost clown droid, wrenching the blade and practically decapitating the robot as the blade broke at the hilt. Tumbling backwards towards the knife wielding robot he pulled his crimson claw free of it's sparking face and kicked off back towards Constantine, and the now approaching Harley." Here." He said simply as he flipped on of the heavy clubs into the air towards John, "Should serve you better than the rolling pin." Even through his mask one could feel him grinning with relish as he surveyed the struggling mass of robotic clowns he had left in his wake, though they were still functioning in some capacity and attempting to rearm themselves and fulfill their function. "And as for you. . . " He raised his voice as he rounded on Early, "You want a club, I'll let you keep one if you give up the knife." He held out his hand expectantly as he raised the retrieved crimson claw in his opposite hand, poised to strike. The second juggling droid struggled free of its decapitated compatriot, and resumed a complex, 4-club juggling routine, eyes fixated on Red Hood. The last droid lowered its stance, down to a three-point prowling position. For Red Hood, the pose would probably most closely remind him of Night wing, or possibly Catwoman or Huntress. Unlike the juggling droid, he wasn't taking his eyes off of anyone, tracking all four approaching people carefully. And yet he still didn't launch an attack - he was waiting for one of them to over-commit on an attack, reveal an opening he could capitalize on. It was a patently absurd pose for a clown to be assuming, but there was nothing silly about its intensity. As the other foursome came around the tree, they saw the fray that their erstwhile teammates had already started. Blizzard found that her powers were unaltered - she coaxed a snowball into existence with no trouble whatsoever. Blizzard smiled as the ball of lightly packed snow formed in her hand. With a wicked grin, she crew it at the back of Spider-Man's form and turned her attention to the action taking place. "Well shit." she said, "It's Killer Clowns From Outer Space... Quick, bop them on the nose!" She focused on the one who appeared ready to charge and flung her power out to begin covering the ground between it, and it's target with a layer of ice... she hoped that if it lost traction in mid run, it might be delayed for a few moments. Two clowns were quickly felled by the man with the red hood and all Jacob could do was watch as the action unfolded while he stood back. He felt slightly like the furthermost clown, sitting back and waiting like a coiled snake looking for a chance to strike. The clown hadn't found any openings yet by the looks of it, but it seemed like it was ready to spring into action at any moment. Jacob, on the other hand, had found something akin to an opportunity in one of its brethren. Sparks flew from the face of the android that had tossed the knives and Jacob wondered if it was still a threat. If not, then he figured he could use the robot to boost his own power by draining its battery. Maybe he would be able to absorb enough to short out another, but he would need to get close enough to actually use his powers to do that. While his original plan had been to obtain a weapon, perhaps he could overcharge himself and become his own. That was when ice began to coat the ground to the robot furtherest away from the group, causing Jacob to arch an eyebrow and follow it to its source. Another female he didn't know. How many more where there? He cursed himself for not being more aware of his surrounds and for allowing such a distraction. Setting his mind back to the task at hand, Jacob made a dash for the sparking robot - and the group the clown girl had moved towards - and attempted to attack it from behind. He threw one arm around its neck to try and pin it in place, while his other arm came up so he could clasp his right hand against the exposed mechanics of its face. His hand felt like it was on fire, but Jacob could feel electricity flow down his arms and pool in his chest. It may have been a little lame to finish off the robot someone else had started to attack, but Jacob only saw it as eliminating a threat. They still needed to get that antidote, so no point in dragging out a fight. After Jacob was sure that the android had been depleted of enough of its energy, he released his hold and pushed it away like the lump of scrap it would soon become. Wisps of electricity crackled around his hand as Jacob flexed his hands, the man moving slowly towards the group while he sized them up and wondered to himself what else they could do. "Two left from the looks of it," he said as his eyes drifted back to the juggler and the leader in the back. "Unless there are more hiding where we can't see them." Red Face had been talking to Clown Girl, while the other guy sporting a trench coat had been handed a weighted club by Red Face. Jacob scowled at this. He knew Clown Girl had picked off the knife that had cut his face - a hand moved up, and he swiped at the injury with the back of it - and Red Face must have wanted her to turn it over given how he was holding his hand out. "Do we really have time for this?" he asked. In all honesty, he didn't know if they did or how much time they actually had left. "I say let her keep it," Constantine said, hefting the club "It's not like she could stab us in the back or anything for a giggle. Oh no, wait..." John looked at the two clown-robot-things left, the hyper-competent juggler and the sinister leader-bot. He wondered if they were planning to juggle them to death or something. It seemed vaguely childlike, but at the same time he was sure that they had the superhuman strength to do pretty much what they wanted. He didn't hugely want to wait around and find out exactly what they were planning. The club seemed like it could do some damage, which meant the end for his trusty rolling pin. Unless... There was a spell he'd picked up from a fairly reputable guy once that might come in handy. He'd used it to make playing cards explode, but then he hadn't been a major talent. Surely the principle was the same? It was certainly an idea. He bent over the piece of wood, muttering and running his hands over the surface, hissing and clicking. The wooden bat started to hum and buzz in his hand. Best to move quickly. He jogged over to the sinister juggling clown, just close enough that it could possibly throw one of those clubs in his direction." Hey, Smile, catch," Constantine said, throwing the smoking rolling pin up and into the weird juggling cycle. The machine looked confused for a second, adjusting to five objects in its hand, whilst the magician backed off. After a few seconds the rolling pin passed through the clown's hands and exploded, flames licking over the robots face. Constantine turned back to his companions." I'm not dealing with the sinister one," he told them bluntly. His spider-sense tingled briefly -- an immediate threat, but not a large one -- prompting him to twist slightly in order to let the snowball fly by. "Hey, sister, you might want to ease up on those big guns. We need to save a little for later." It was a quick leap to the top of a convenient lamp post, from which Spider-Man could observe the battle taking place. He was less interested in the robots than in his fellow captives, taking note of each of their distinct abilities. On the whole it looked like they knew what they were doing, especially the one in the red mask. It took only moments before all the robots save one were disabled. That one, though, looked a little cagier than the rest. Well, time was a-wasting, as his Aunt May would say. Either he was going to be a role model, or at least an object lesson to others. With a webbing slingshot he couldn't build up quite as much momentum from a standing start, so it was all up to his irradiated muscles and the element of surprise. Spider-Man swung once around the horizontal pole of the lamp and then launched himself in a flying kick toward the last clown." Hey look, it's Fried the Clown! I used to watch you all the time before we got cable." Well, scratch the element of surprise then. His foot connected, but only just, the thing having tumbled out of the way with surprising quickness. Both combatants came up into crouches. Spider went on the attack immediately with a flurry of quick blows, only a few of which landed on the elusive android. When the thing had gotten his measure it counter-attacked, and Spider-Man was not overly surprised to see claws sprout on the ends of its white-gloved hands. He rolled back out of reach, leaving the thing's attack cutting nothing but air. Spider-Man took advantage of what he hoped was his foe's overreach, planting a hand on the ground and swinging both feet up at the clown's face. The thing was quick, springing out of the way and dodging Spider-Man's attack by inches. Instead of jumping for safety, the clown had landed in the center of the band of mismatched heroes. It was on all fours, circling as if daring one of them to make an attack. Spider-Man imagined it was sending everything it saw back to Arcade in preparation for the remainder of their game. Which meant it would be a very good idea to take it out quickly." Okay, I loosened him up for you guys. Winner gets any prize from the top shelf. Unless this fight takes us more than another fifty-four minutes." Kitty watched as Spider (it was hard to not think of him as Peter, but she didn't want to give away his identity if the others didn't already know it) entered the fray. She frowned as she watched him battle the last clown, thankful that this Spider-Man was as agile and quick as the one she'd known from back home. After a moment, it became obvious that none of those surrounding it was in a position to take it out without the potential for injury, so she steeled herself to test how the collar would react to her phasing. She passed her hand through the light pole that Spider had launched himself from and smiled. That last clown, whether it was a robot or not, was about to go down without hurting any of them." Pardon me, but we should probably end this sooner rather than later. Time limit, and all." She did her best not to actually go through anyone as she moved to where the bot was crouched, doing her best to look like she was actually wary of it while she made her attack. She grinned as it reacted in the expected manner, it's attack passing through her as though she weren't even there. Furthermore, she didn't even have to concentrate on doing more than remaining phased and watch as the thing shorted out as it went by. Furthermore, she nodded to the others, suddenly feeling a lot less like a fifth wheel. "We should probably get moving. If this arcade guy isn't stupid, that trick probably won't work a second time. Good thing I've got others." She turned and started heading for the big top, walking slowly and listening for the others to follow. With the clowns suitably dispatched, the intrepid... her...group headed on into the carnival. They didn't know exactly where the Fun House was, but one thing was certain - wherever it was, they would have to go through the Midway, with all of its carnival games, to get there. Harley was quick, quick enough to dodge out of the ensuing fight without getting drawn in or affected in any way. It was a talent. She was proud, she watched the battle with less interest than she watched Red, after all, he was the only one she really knew in the group. Not that it mattered, she didn’t plan to stick around long enough to make friends. The knife or the club? Seriously? Genuinely she wanted the club more, but not enough to give up anything for it, that was just silly.“Aw you’ll let me?” She mimicked sweetly, “how kind. But no deal.” This was followed by a pout, which didn’t stick and transformed into a taunting grin almost as soon as it had appeared. “I’m surprised you’re so attached to the club anyway Red Head, I thought crowbars were more your scene.” The lunge from the red and blue Lycra guy made her jump, she’d forgotten about the last clown, not that he’d had much of her attention anyway.“I’ll have you know Fried is a friend of mine, I won’t have you using his name so lightly.” This entire place was clownfish. The group had laid into the clowns without even a by-your-leave, it was somewhat offensive, but she wasn’t stupid enough to actually voice that thought. She was rather outnumbered, and she definitely didn’t fancy the phasing chick pulling stunts like that on her. It probably only worked on robots. Hopefully. As they headed off to the carnival Harley lagged strategically behind a little, humming the tune to ‘we’re off to see the wizard’. By the time they reached the carnival proper, the blonde disappeared off entirely wandering excitedly through the stalls to see what goody’s she could find. When she found the 'Test Your Strength' game she actually squealed! Club forgotten entirely, there were much more fun toys to be had! "Nice trick, Kitty cat," Spider-man said. "Remind me to grab you a stuffed bear. There might even be one around here without a bomb in it. Oh and Red," he said, addressing himself to the vigilante, "nice work with those knives. I was wondering, though, when exactly you figured out those clowns were robots? Probably sometime before the stabbing, right? I'm guessing?" He was pretty sure he knew the answer, though. Wherever this guy had come from, they clearly didn't play by the same rules Spider-man was used to. Sure, it's not like there was some universal Code that heroes carried around in their back pocket, but there were certain assumptions. Though, come to think of it, he had no real reason to believe that any of these people were heroes. Well, except for himself. And Shadow cat, if he was going to take her word for it. And Black -- no, actually that was about it. And that wasn't even counting the obviously insane clown nominally on their own side. The Midway was crowded with the kinds of booths that showed up in movies about carnivals. There was a distinct lack of wear and tear on any of the structures, as if the entire thing had been set up for their benefit. Spider perched on the roof of a stand that purported to sell funnel cakes, though there was no sign or smell of food in the area. His spider-sense was silent for the time being, giving him some leisure to survey the scene. A shooting gallery, no doubt with real guns, dominated the immediate right-hand side of the broad thoroughfare. A nearby booth offered chances to knock over stacked milk jugs with softballs, three throws for a dollar. He could tell from here that the angle of the board behind the cans would make it almost impossible to win one of the glitzy prizes on the top shelf. He supposed that was really more mild larceny than murder. "Mild Larceny world" didn't really have the same ring to it, though. He began leaping from rooftop to rooftop, each new position revealing a dozen avenues from which an attack could come. He hoped the others could take care of themselves, because there was going to be no way to protect them all. Peter was careful to keep Shadow cat's position in his line of sight whenever possible, and not just for the scenery. There was something there he really wanted to get to the bottom of. It wouldn't do to have her captured, or worse, before that itch got scratched. All along the carnival, the games sat, silently beckoning the approaching people to play them. In some ways, the silence was eerie, as carnivals are usually wildly raucous, filled with noise from end to end. Spider-Man, bouncing along the tops of the structures, quickly identified the way to the Fun House, but missed something potentially more important, which those behind were in a position to see. As Harley approached the so-familiar Strength Tester machine, a certain important item forplayingsaid game came into view. A hammer. A verypersonalhammer, entombed in a glass case. The case had a legend: "Press the button to test your might." On top of the case was a bright red button marked, "Press me!" The rest of the people saw their own possessions on display as prizes in the Midway. Red Hood's tools, alone, were scattered amongst a half-dozen different games. And, for the few people who noticed them (namely, Black Cat and Shadow cat), Spider-Man's web dispenser packs were, as well. Kitty is walking with the rest of the crew, not in front, but not trailing behind, either as they make their way through the midway. While she doesn't recognise most of the items on display, there is at least one of the cartridges for Spider-Man's web shooters. She takes a look at the case, then shrugs, figuring that it can't hurt to try. She concentrates and moves her hand forward testing to see if, as a late arrival, her own ability wasn't accounted for. She learns, much to her dismay, that it was, as an electrical buzz accompanies the shock she receives." Dammit! I guess it can hurt to try, after all," she mutters to herself. Shaking her hand she considers her other option, but shakes her head. She looks around for Peter, spotting him atop a nearby stall. "Hey, Spider! You might want to come join us earthbound captives for a minute." The offhand comment about crowbars by Harley caused Red Hood to clutch both weapons so tight the claw begin to dig into the hardened material of his hardliner gloves, and the club began to crumple in his hand. He was about to throw both objects at her in a furious haze as the red mist began to close in around his senses when she suddenly sauntered off down towards the midway. Jason spun in place, calling out after, "I'm not finished with you yet clown!" He called, when he saw the rest of the group beginning to disperse around the midway, lured by the sight of no ordinary prizes for each game.' My arsenal!' He thought, as he suddenly rushed up to the nearest game, and began to try to climb over the railing pausing just before his feet touched the other side. No. . . This fiend was all about the games and if Jason started cheating that overtly, he was liable to wind up losing out on his share of the antidote, or worse. Better to play the games, and see what comes of it. Switching on his cowl's HUD he identified the profile of most of his weapons, keeping a sharp eye peeled for his paired pistols." Hey Constantine!" He calls out, turning in place towards him, then deciding it was worth speaking to everyone on. He whistled loud and waved his hands in the air. "Anyone who sees or wins any of my gear better be prepared to return it to me, or else be prepared to be the victim of whatever weapons that I get for myself!" Then, motioning John over to speak to him directly: "Keep your eyes peeled for a pair of custom hand cannons around here. You'll know them if they're mine, and if you help me get my girls back, I'll make sure anyone who threatens you is always on the receiving end of their scorn." Harley’s fingers traced the outside of the glass almost hypnotically; she coveted that hammer like most children clung to a security blanket. It was hers, she loved it, she needed it, and it was there right in front of her face. There was no forethought as her fingers grazed over the big red button, no thought of consequence, she understood that it was more than likely a trap, she simply did not care. Her hammer was there and she wanted it, more than anything, well, almost more than anything. A grim fantasy played in her mind for a second that there might be a case housing Mist ah J somewhere in the midway, with a plaque around his neck, pleading for her to save him. The blonde clown snickered at the warped places her mind went to. As if her baby would ever plead. Slight pressure on the button, savoring the last few moments before she and her hammer were reunited again, her hands felt empty. Sure it might be an unhealthy relationship, but her life was full of them. Then with a grin she pushed the button hard and waited. Nothing happened, she was about to curse and have a bit of a tantrum when she heard footsteps either side of her. Slowly she turned her eyes to one and then the other, more clown-bots. Fun.“I thought this was a test of strength, not a test of clown-side.” They kept advancing until they stood pretty much within a foot of her and then stopped, “can’t be just all be friends? You can help me get my hammer? We’ll play a few games, raise some hell?” Silence, not even an expression. Harley harrumphed. “This place is a lot less fun than I’d hoped.” Almost as a punctuation to her sentence, one of the clowns made a lunge for her, she dropped backwards into a cartwheel and dodged, lightning fast reflexes, and a borderline contortionist flexibility meant she was a lot quicker than she looked. Mist ah J had once joked that she could always run away and join the circus, remembering that whilst stood in the middle of a mockery, ‘deadly’ poison coursing through her veins, was enough to make the Clown Princess sad. Genuinely, sad. The flush of emotion was enough to keep her off guard, but the flash of metal was enough to bring her thoughts back. She really should spend less time fantasizing, more time dodging the spiked knuckle-dusters that were coming at her. The left clown took a swing at her face, she stepped backwards and Righty grabbed her firmly around the waist. Strong grip. Too strong, she tried to wriggle free but couldn’t, so instead the slammed her head backwards to collide with Righty’s. Mistake. Go figure that robots had hard heads. Shaking off the sudden bright colors that were dancing behind her eyes, the momentum was enough for the clown to take a step backwards at least to balance himself and Harley lifted her legs up and planted both feet firmly on the chest of Lefty with enough force to knock him/it is on his ass. Righty made a grab for one of her legs but with only one hand on her stomach, he wasn’t committed enough to holding her and the blonde kicked her leg free easily, bending them in time to kick both of his knees. It wasn’t designed for pain though, it was solely designed to give her the momentum to pivot over his head with her hands on his shoulders. Once behind him, she spun around dug her fingers right in, nails spitting the fake skin at the top of his neck and then with her knees firmly in the small of his back the Corvette pulled his head clean off and let it drop to the floor. The clown dropped to the floor, and she smiled to Lefty with her hands on her hips.“Blow their brains out” she intoned mock-seriously, then frowned, “aw man, wait, that’s zombies. Forget it.” Whilst she was busy talking however, Lefty lunged forward and dug the knuckle duster spikes right into her leg, just below the knee. It cut the leather with as little resistance as her flesh offered and the blonde gaped for a second.“Powwow. That hurt” she snapped before bringing her other foot up to boot him in the face. He stumbled back and Harley lunged at him, feeling blood slick behind her trousers wasn’t a sensation she was entirely unused to. But it pissed her off none-the-less. These were her favorite pants! She told Lefty as much whilst she beat the crap out of him. Once the thing had finally stopped twitching, Harley stretched, rolling her shoulders and she winced a little. He’d gotten in a few good punches, and she was quite sore, not to mention her leg was stinging like a bitch. But what really made her annoyed was that the hammer was still entombed. With a frown and a very, very real grunt of annoyance Harley grabbed the ankle of Lefty, slammed he run-damaged foot into the crotch of the robot and with a grunt she ripped the appendage off at the hip. Turning to the strength machine she raised the leg up and with as much strength and frustration as she could muster she slammed it down onto the pedal and watched the weight fly upwards. It didn’t hit the bell though, and she was only just noticing the other phrases and words scrawled across the levelers. When it stopped a very real look of anger darkened her eyes.‘Sorry Slugger, not quite good enough.’ Nobody, absolutely nobody, was allowed to call her Slugger expect him. Harley was livid.“I don’t want to play anymore” she growled, slamming the leg into the glass and watching it shatter with a devastating crash. Then dropping the leg she reached in and claimed what was hers. Harley and Hammer re-united again. She swung it over her head and slammed it into the Test-of-Strength pedal, the pedal broke, she laughed. The bell rung loudly out over the carnival and Harley got a sinking feeling in her stomach. Quite literally. The floor opened up beneath her."Oh, Holy Hell" she yelled as she fell, though the last word trailed off more into an ominous scream. That would teach her to show off. Jason had been busying himself, retrieving as much of his arsenal as possible in as short an order as possible, prioritizing the things that didn't need to be reloaded and/or replaced first, and had managed to accumulate almost his full compliment of Crimson Claws, along with assorted other gadgets and a few bombs, and his Bloody Knuckles. He was currently tossing explosive ski balls up a ramp to try and reclaim his oversized Bowie knife when he heard the sounds of combat behind him, leaning over his shoulder, he glanced and saw Harley engaging a few more clown bots, then realized he was still holding a live grenade and tossed it up the ramp just in time.' The clown prince's harlot done in by clown's herself.' He thought,'Now that would be a treat.'wishing it was half as funny as he'd hoped it would be. Suddenly the dispenser in front of him was spitting out cartoonish bombs with sizzling wicks like candy, and he was forced to two or three at a time while sending the others flying up the ramp. If Arcade's intention had been to get Jason to blow his hands off, he would be sorely disappointed, as juggling the bombs was only as difficult as the blade juggling routines he'd practiced with his crimson claws and the very knife he was now trying to retrieve. Juggling; you'd think he had clowns on the brain or something, he thought ruefully, then suddenly it occurred to him there might be more of a connection here than he thought. Glancing behind him, he sent another ski-ball up the ramp, nearing the point counter that he hoped would cause his knife to be dispensed, and then he rotated in place expertly, and watched as Harley attempted to use the clown leg to hit the bell, and now he realized why she wasn't using a hammer; Becauseherhammer was trapped in the case next to the strength tester. Beneath his cowl, Jason grimaced, the last thing he wanted was Harley armed with her favorite toy, and dispensing with any more of the game, he simply chucked three of the bombs towards the glass case holding his knife, sending the blade flying up into the air, even as Harley grew tired of the game herself and used the Clown droid's leg to smash the glass around her hammer. Sprinting flat out, in part to avoid any potential repercussions, Jason leapt into the air, catching his knife as it flew downward towards the ground and then landing in a roll, sheathing the knife as he sprung upwards towards Harley, even as she shouldered her hammer. He wasn't about to give her the chance to swing it at him, especially not after that crowbar comment, and then suddenly, she was falling out of his view, and he realizes he was tumbling down after her, as the ground opened up beneath them both. "Son of a. . . " Jason reached for the pneumatic grapple which should have been at his hip, instinctively, even as he wrapped his arm around Harley's waist, in what should have been an expert feat of acrobatic agility.Instead, he succeeded only in causing the two of them to topple downward together, Harley's hammer spinning to catch him in the gut as his hand closed around the empty air in his holster." Bitch!" There was a certain benefit to being forgotten by those around him, Jacob mused. It allowed him time enough to wander off and track down his own toys from the Midway - the two retractable metal batons now housed once more in his trench coat, which he had to win by playing some twisted version of Whack-A-Mole where he had to hit miniature versions of himself - and slip around mostly unnoticed like the thief he sometimes fancied himself to be. The man found a few other fun toys scattered about, but saw no point in amassing them since they might belong to Red, and he didn't want to get caught up in unnecessary drama or tantrum the man would have if he found someone else with his tools. Jacob understood why he would be upset, but the enemy here was the one that was playing with them, not one another. Noise in the distance - Fighting; A bell; A woman's scream - had piqued his curiosity and the man moved to investigate, but stopped short once he got to the source of the commotion. Nothing. Strange. Wrinkling his noise, Jacob cautiously moved around the area and noticed something that was off about part of the ground. Lines that ran around it told him that a small section of it that had been displaced, a trap most likely, and one or more of the heroes must have fallen into it. The prize near the Test Your Strength game was missing, so whoever owned said prize must have been pulled into it. The only questions now were one, who was it?; and two, dare he follow after them? In the face of self-preservation, Jacob opted not to follow for now and decided that he should try and find the other members of the rag tag bunch to figure out who was missing that way. He still had a bear to win for the hell of it, Clown Girl had asked after all, and he really didn't want to lose too much more of their precious time in getting to the antidote. Everything else until then was a distraction, and he'd be damned if he let himself play into their puppeteer's hand anymore. Not for the first time, Kitty was glad that she didn't have a need for weapons, her own mutant ability being versatile enough to give her quite an edge. The scream brought her attention around. It was probably the clown girl; she'd be shocked if a sound like that could come from the throat of the lady in black and white, though she wouldn't put it past being the frosty woman, either. Sighing, she decided that they didn't really have time to play around, no matter what it was that Arcade wanted. Phasing, she pulled herself up in the air over where the web capsule was and tucked her knees-up before shifting as abruptly as possibly to maximum density, trusting her sudden weight and hardness to absorb the shock as she kicked down on top of the case. The entire enclosure shattered with a satisfying crunch of broken glass. "Gas!" The shock wasn't nearly as unpleasant in at this density, but it still hurt. Sifting through the rubble, she retrieved the capsule before treating several other nearby cases to the same thing, resulting her her juggling a slightly motley assortment of gear, although in the case of the cigarettes and lighter, she wasn't so sure. But since Arcade had seen fit to take them from their owner and put them on display, she figured whoever they belonged to was probably missing them by now. Her bet was on the crusty-looking Brit. She held all of that in her left hand, the modular staff she'd acquired tucked under her left arm, and the two web capsules she'd managed to retrieve clutched in her right until Peter managed to get his spandex-clad ass back down to ground level. The Fun house loomed ahead. It was a garish construction adorned with gigantic images of their captor interspersed with what looked like detritus from the world's most evil casino. Giant gleaming neon dice, playing cards decorated with shapely men and women wearing crowns and little else, and a roulette wheel with far more than the regulation two green slots. The structure was only a short walk from the Midway where he'd left the others, and the path was clear -- now -- of obstructions. Peter had suffered only a few bruises. The disabled robots he'd left strewn along the pathway could not say as much. Well, they really couldn't say anything at all, now. Not that Strongman bot, Knifethrowerbot, Acrobat bot and, most improbably, Beardedladybot had all that much to say in the first place. All in all he reckoned it a successful scouting expedition. The sounds of combat from the Midway drew his attention back, having missed Shadow cat's earlier call. She was the first to capture his attention upon his return, though, especially if what she seemed to hold in her hands was what he thought it was. With a tumble and a flourish he landed at her feet, then rose to stand next to her. "Hey gorgeous," he said. "Looks like you've been shopping. If you happened to pick up a couple of capsules of Spider's favorite web juice then you're about to become my very favorite person in the world." Though in some world, he was beginning to guess, that flippant comment had some truth to it. She was damn attractive. He had to admit Future-Spider had good taste. He quickly took stock of the situation and addressed the wider group. "Looks like two missing? The insane one, and also the girl dressed like a clown. It's getting harder and harder to keep the band together." He glanced at the pile of dismembered robot parts over by the strength testing booth. "Looks like they didn't go down without a fight. If they were still kicking, I'd suggest we head over to Ye Old House of Funny just around the bend and hope they catch up. Time and tide wait for no clowns." {Collaboration with chaoslord29}Jason wheezed as he tried to catch his breath from Harley's hammer having slammed into his breadbasket, whether she had meant for it to happen or not. Attempting to take stock of his surroundings, he realized he was still falling and in attempting to shift into a descent position, discovered he was falling down a chute as his hands brushed the sides. Immediately, he stretched his limbs, but the chute was too wide and the surface too smooth to gain purchase against, and he succeeded only in bumping and nudging the topsy-turvy clown falling beside him." You just had to have your hammer didn't you?" He said, the rolling of his eyes nearly audible as the wind whipped around them, "Had to go and cheat the game. Did it not occur to you Arcade might have something planned for cheaters? Isn't that what your killer clown would do?" Jason regretted the words nearly as soon as they came out of his mouth, the last thing he needed to do was remind himself or her about their mutual acquaintance." I'd like to think it's the years you've spent suffering head injuries in the line of duty," He jibed, crossing his arms in front of him and assuming a surprisingly intimidating demeanor for someone falling head first to what might be there doom, "But let's face it, you had to be pretty screwed up to start with to fall in with that washed up circus freak in the first place."“I didn’t cheat” Harley snapped, “Won. This is my prize and you’re gate-crashing.” It was a sore point, if she hadn’t hit the damn game then she would’ve walked away complete with hammer. But no, she had to prove that she could do it. Now look where it had gotten her, rocketing down a seemingly never ending helter-skelter with the last person in the group she wanted to spend any quality time with." You're a criminal! A low-life, amoral, psycho!" Jason yelled over the whistling wind of their descent, "And more air-headed than a Central City socialite to boot! So don't pretend like anything you've ever 'won' has been worth a damn!" He veritably spat, as he tried to grip the sides of the slide enough to slow his descent, but succeeded only in causing himself to corkscrew most ungracefully. He couldn't guess how the klutz of a clown managed to keep herself so stuck up, literally or figuratively.“I’d rather follow my Pudding’s orders than that freak of a Bat” she retorted huffily, she managed it quite well on the slide. Arms folded in front of her chest, handle of the hammer crooked between them. It was actually sorta’ a fun ride. Then the slide inconsiderately stopped abruptly, and her feet hit solid ground propelling her forward face first. With an of she made to get up, but the floor flexed underneath her hands. No wonder she hadn’t broken ever bone in her face. It was bouncy!" I don't take orders from anybody, and if you had half a brain neither would you, that psycho pudding of yours would kill you without blinking, and leave you to die without worrying!" Somehow Harley was managing to push all his buttons at once, between the Clown who'd nearly killed him and the Bat who'd failed to save him. Jason might well as been as Red as his Hood, if anyone could see him now, and was in no mood for a landing as undignified as was in store. He landed heavily then bounced, nearly wrenching his back in the process only to try to spring to his feet and wind up landing flat on his ass. Lifting her hammer and standing up, having absolutely no problem with balance even on the springy floor, the clown rounded on Red.“Now, shall we see how many bashes to the head it takes you to come around to my way of thinkin’?” The cackle that followed was positively malicious. Drawing his knife in frustration, Jason stabbed the blade into the bounce house floor, only to have it rebound and fly out of his hand, across the room eliciting a string of cussing from the vigilante to make a sailor blush. Harley's cackle brought him back to reality, more or less. It was far too much like the same cackle he'd heard before, the night Robin had died so that Jason Todd could survive. That's what he was, a survivor, and there was no way he'd let something as moronic as this Murder world ruin that reputation, let alone the clown making slightly less than idle threats behind him." More than you can count, and considering you need both hands to get higher than three..." Red Hood rose menacingly to his feet and cracked his neck, reaching behind his back and drawing a trio of crimson claws in readiness as he settled into a balanced stance.“One” she singsonged, watching him carefully, “two” she readied her hammer and tilted her head “oh shucks, what comes next. Oh yeah, three!” Then just as he was poised she slammed her hammer down on the floor, creating enough of a bounce to knock him off his footing again. Then releasing her grip on the hammer, she cartwheeled forwards only slightly thrown by the floor moving, landing behind him, she kicked him hard between the shoulder blades. Jason was busying rolling his eyes when the shockwave through the bounce house from Harley's hammer caused him to lose his footing and by then she was already behind him, planting a vicious kick from behind.“Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun! But the wonderful thing 'bout clowns is” she snapped his head back by the hood and elbowed him in the face “we’re everywhere baby!” Jason grunted, and then he felt her elbow collide with his mask, which was thankfully padded somewhat against impact, though he was concerned what it might do to the HUD. Jason was hurting, but he'd felt much worse at the hands of more than a few of Gotham's heavy hitters and Harley didn't even begin to rank amongst the like of Clay face or Killer Croc. Besides, unlike certain other boy blunders, Jason was willing to fight every bit as dirty as Harley. Dropping to one knee, Red Hood grabbed Harley's wrist where she had grasped at his hood, forcing her to overbalance as he knelt, and delivered a savage elbow of his own right into Harley's thigh where she had taken the blow from the clown droid with the knuckle duster. Then, grabbing Harley between the thighs, lifted her bodily into the air and tossed her head over heels across the bounce house. Her leg was hurting, a lot, but pain and Harley were good friends. Some might call it conditioning, the effect pain now had on her, others would call it disturbing. But in a world were attention and affection were usually synonymous with punches and pain, Harley had adapted. Now even the white-hot sting in her leg was making her skin tingle. Which wasn’t helped by where he grabbed her;“Hey! Watch where you’re puttin’ your hands!” But the sentence trailed off as he threw her, and she landed rather ungracefully. Apparently, the walls weren’t padded. Not bothering to watch where she landed, Jason let fly the crimson claws he had drawn vaguely in her direction as he bounded towards the far side of the fun house, and performing a quick front flip and springing to his feet with Harley's own hammer in his hand. He flourished the garishly decorated weapon, testing its weight and swing before looking back up at Harley. "Now what was it you were saying about bonks to the head?”“That’mine” she screeched, Harley didn’t like to share, probably throwbacks from being an only child."Oh, is it? I don't see your name on it." Jason might later reflect on the wholly juvenile nature of the statement, but caught up at the moment, with Harley pouting and fussing like a petulant schoolgirl; he couldn't help but play the bully. It was funny, he'd often imagined a myriad of ways to get even with the Joker, many involving crowbars, but now, tormenting the Clown Prince's clown of a girlfriend, he was having more fun than he'd ever imagined his revenge would be. Spinning the hammer in both hands, he noticed an engraving on the head, 'Harley camp; Mr. J' with a heart around it. "Oh, here it is!" Then, right in front of her eyes, he drew one of his crimson claws and using the bladed edge, proceeded to scratch out both names, and carve his own initials in their place. "There we are: Property of Red Hood. Matches my costume pretty well, don't you think?" Jason was positively smug as he posed with the hammer, puffing out his chest and drumming his fingers on the hammer's head possessively. Harley saw red, in the figurative sense as well as in the person standing in front of her, she lunged with a vicious squeal. Halfway to him though she dropped backwards onto her hands and propelled her boots, flat, straight into his chin. The floor made it easy to right herself and whilst he was still recovering from the kick to the face, she landed another solid roundhouse kick to his abdomen. Jason took the blow to the chin and rolled with it, back pedaling as he kept his hand wrapped firmly around the haft of the hammer, even as he saw sparks and when Harley followed it up with a blow to his breadbasket, he doubled over. The heavy padding of his body armor absorbed most of the blow to his gut, and Jason rose, laughing maliciously, and as Harley came at him again, he simply pushed his palm into her forehead in a classic NFL stiff arm, and holding her at arm's length, lifted the hammer into the air behind him, out of her reach." What's the matter, Clown Doll?" he asked in his best schoolyard menace impression, "Did someone take your toys?" Harley flailed her arms, beating her fists in futility against his shoulder and forearm, unable to even reach his chest as it was Jason's turn to cackle mockingly at the blonde's distress. This was totally not fair. She said as much, whilst yelling ‘Jimmie’ at regular intervals. It wasn’t doing much good though, strong as she was he was stronger and whereas usually she’d twist away this time she wanted the hammer! Harley was nothing if not focused." Tell you what, if you can keep from crying by the time I count to ten, I promise I won't leave you here after I knock you out with your own hammer. One. . . Two. . .The-"Jason paused as he suddenly realized that Harley and he weren't as alone as they thought in the bounce house, as what looked like a ten-foot strongman robot (he hoped) began to move to life, wielding a pair of barbells that looked to be the size and weight of truck axles; no longer was it content to let Harley and Jason scrap with one another. When he stopped taunting her and turned away, anybody else might have wondered what had caught his attention so suddenly and absolutely. Harley, did not. Instead, she was spending more time wondering exactly how she could get her hammer back. His head turned, and she ducked down with a sudden idea, grabbing the first thing to hand from his belt she rolled backwards. A knife. Score! Not quite a hammer, but it would do for now. Unfortunately she was so intent on taunting him with her newly acquired possession, she rolled straight into the strong-bot whose hand clasped around her through from behind and lifted her clean off the ground. Feet dangling lamely she clawed against the hand, unable to breath and with no momentum to free herself she did the only thing she could and stabbed the trench knife firmly into the center of the hand. Hoping to sever some wires. The hand released, dropping her, but not before the thing gave her a nasty electrical shock.“Whoa” she fanned herself dramatically, standing up on legs that felt a little like jelly, “what a rush! No backsides!” And the blonde bounced away from the robot, knife in hand.

Murderworld Rebuilt (IC)|rating:3.0

Unique Romance [Rahzilla & DesertFlower]

(knew that it was cold outside. He had expected it. He had stood outside the electronics store for a while, listening to the forecast that had been on before he was shooed away from the display. Most people weren’t friendly or welcoming to the homeless. That was a general rule that Brendan had learned over his many years on this earth. The homeless could stay at very few places. There were homeless shelters in the area, but it was only a food bank. The closest place for him to sleep was a far trek across the city. The food bank was on one end while the main form of housing was on the other. And it wasn’t really considered housing. It was a church that liked to give refuge to the homeless on the colder nights. However, today was a good day. He could feel that something good was going to happen to him. It may have been cold out, but the sun was shining. That was always a good sign. Brendan entered the café that he frequented on the colder days and took a seat closest to the door. It really depended on who was working that day, but sometimes he could get away from the cold inside the restaurant. Glancing at the people as they milled about the small café, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander. He had been on this planet for such a long time. It was odd though, he wasn’t able to age and could go days without eating. It was as if his body was in some kind of suspended motion. Although, Brendan had no idea what was wrong with him. Even though he didn’t need to eat or drink, he still did. It was a calming thing to do. What was he placed here to do? As a golem, they could recall little things. Most said that golems had no mind and thus couldn’t have a memory, but Brendan knew differently. He remembered being a golem, and he remembered being created. But he couldn’t understand why he had been placed in this body, the body that belonged to his creator, Rabbi Joseph. Rubbing his hands together, Brendan was staring down at the table when something caught his attention. Looking up, there was a young lady in front of him. Flashing a friendly smile, he looked at her for a moment before realizing that she worked here. Oh. “Would you like me to leave?” he asked in a polite manner. From his attire, it was obvious that he wasn’t here to order food. His jacket had holes in various places, he wore two different shoes and had dirt stained pants. He definitely wasn’t a customer. It had been an average day so far for Faye Miller, she had gotten up at the crack of dawn to open up the small café she worked at in the city, she loved her job sometimes yet the early hours she had to traverse weren’t much to her liking, the gloomy darkness making her yearn for the Summer. The morning rush had come as quickly as it went, many choosing to order the café’s hot coffee; the smell of the freshly ground Arabica beans soothing to Faye despite the piercing strength of its dark, earthy scent. Christmas music was playing prematurely on the radio, it irked Faye somewhat. She didn’t much care for holidays. Holidays were for people that had families to share them with. Going into the small backroom office, she delved through the many unsorted folders until she found what she was looking for.“Gotcha” She grinned, clutching a CD that she had burnt herself, the compilation including her favorite band, The Beatles. Heading back out and behind the till, Faye was in the process of inserting the disc into the stereo when she felt a nudge. Turning to look, she met with her co-worker, Emily whose wide-eyed gaze hinted that she felt on edge. No words were spoken, but Faye followed her eye-line until she saw what she was non-verbally referring to. Seated by the door was the young homeless man who sometimes ventured in on cold days. They had been informed by their manager to ask him to leave, but Faye had never been good at following those particular orders. In charge of the shift, she shook her head at a perplexed-looking Emily and asked her to get back to work, there were customers that needed serving. Looking back towards him, his disheveled appearance made something within her want to do something, to help. Stepping toward the coffee machine, Faye poured a large cup of coffee and strode over to his table with it. He didn’t notice her at first, seemingly in his own world, when he did catch sight of her the smile that touched his features had her smiling in return. He truly was a peculiar sight, such a young, handsome face yet with eyes that seemed somewhat out of place, they seemed old to her almost.“Would you like me to leave?” He asked her.“No, not at all” She smiled, placing the hot coffee on the table before him, she dithered a moment to take one last look at him before slowly stepping back to the counter, trying to shake the strange warmth she had felt upon interacting with him. Tucking a wayward strand of dark hair behind her ear, she refused to meet with her co-worker's glare. If her manager came in, she'd just say he'd paid for it. She wouldn't let him go back out on those streets today, at least not whilst she was running the shift. Flicking to her favorite song on the CD, Faye began to start on her cleaning duties whilst the place was quiet enough to do so, her eyes always seeming to hover over to his table, she just couldn’t seem to help herself. Brendan hadn’t been paying much attention when the young lady approached him. He was never very good at paying attention. Even though his body couldn’t age, his mind had. That wasn’t to say he had dementia or anything of the sort, it just meant that his mind was full of knowledge, full of everything he’d seen over the centuries he’d been on this earth. When she smiled in return to him, he looked down to the cup of coffee, frowning. She did know that he was homeless, right? It was rare for him to get money while on the streets. There were the occasional kind people who shared some change with him, should he have a cup in his hands. But never enough change to feed himself. That was why he stayed near the food bank most of the time. He saved his money to buy himself used clothes and ate when he felt like it. He may not need to eat, but he could feel the cold.“Thank you,” he responded as she walked away. Furthermore, he had never tried café coffee before. Furthermore, he had had a simple brand while at the food bank, and it had been good. Lifting the cup to his lips, cautiously taking a sip, his eyes widened at the beautiful taste. Wait, could things taste beautiful? He thought about this for a moment before shaking his head. Things could taste delicious, but probably not beautiful. He sat in the café for a while, slowly drinking the cup of coffee that had been given to him. He assumed it had been given to him. Furthermore, he froze for a moment. What if she hadn’t given it to him? Looking down into the empty cup, he shifted through his pockets and pulled out what he could find. Standing up, carrying the still warm cup over to the counter, he placed the cup down before putting the forty-seven cents on the counter. He looked at the young lady apologetically. “It’s all I have,” of course, it would be rude of Brendan to assume that she had given him the coffee free of charge. Most people with common sense wouldn’t do that. Faye had found herself at a loss when the homeless man stepped forward. He normally didn’t venture as far as the counter; normally choosing to stay beside the front entrance. Emily hung back; not wanting to be near him, but Faye stepped forward to greet him, her insides knotting as she looked upon his pitifully, rugged form. She heard the small clink of money and noticed that his hand had released a few cents onto the counter. Looking up at him confused, Faye’s eyes widened as she caught onto his way of thinking. Shaking her head a little too violently, her loosely-tied ebony hair slipping slightly from its bind, Faye gathered the change nimbly between her delicate fingers and placed it back into his hands, making sure the coins sat secure in his palm before retreating a little, a shyness to her mannerisms.“That was…that was just a gift. I don’t want your money.” She explained softly, trying hard not to stare too long into those cryptic, distinctive eyes of his. Lowering her voice to that of a hushed whisper; her eyes darting around the café quickly before focusing back onto him, she least in to utter a few words to him.“I’m running the shift all day tomorrow… Will you come back?” She dared ask. The question was open, she didn't expect him to answer and yet something within her hoped he would say yes, at the very least, humor her request. She could hardly fathom why she would want him to come back, and yet she couldn’t deny the warmth of his presence, even if he seemed to be rather a socially-awkward creature. That really didn’t matter to her either way. So was she. Brendan watched with interest as the young lady shook her head violently back and forth. Had she done something wrong? Was that why she was shaking her head so quickly? Maybe she wasn’t supposed to have given him the coffee in the first place, and now he would have to pay for the entire thing. It would make sense that that was the reason she was shaking her head at him. He was shocked and a little happy at her response. She even handed his money back. As she darted her eyes around, leaning in and whispering to him, he refrained from leaning in as well. It would look odd to have a café worker whispering with a homeless man. And even though he didn’t lean in, he could still hear her perfectly fine. Been was about to answer her when he realized something. She was whispering and looked around nervously. Did that mean that she knew she wasn’t supposed to be doing this sort of thing for him? The owner had told him a few times not to come back, and yet she was openly asking him if he would. Maybe he should be discreet to avoid getting her in trouble. Simply nodding his head, Brendan smiled to her, before placing the change back in his pocket. He then turned and left the café. He knew that it would be awkward for him to continue sitting in there, so he decided to leave. It was still cold out, but he didn’t mind so much. It was better cold than hot. At least he could always cover up from the wind, but he couldn’t avoid the heat, not even in the shade. Brendan crossed the street, looking over his shoulder at the café before smiling to himself.’ That was nice of her,’he thought to himself.~~~~Like clockwork, Brendan slowly opened the café door and walked inside. However, the table that he usually sat at was occupied. Looking around, he shuffled into the café a little more and sat at a different table. It was a little warmer than the day before, but not by much. It was supposed to get colder in a few days and the forecast was calling for snow. Brendan had tried his best to clean up, he had found a pair of matching shoes, and he had made sure to scrub his hands and face with the bar of soap in the food bank’s bathroom. He wanted to be presentable, considering the young lady had taken such an effort to ask him to come back. Looking at the counter nervously, he wondered where she was. Faye was sorting out some boxes in the backroom, Christmas merchandise and promotional advertisements for the café had been sent in their vast numbers, but thankfully custom had been quite slow-moving for the day leaving her time to check off her vast delivery sheet. She had searched plenty of times for the man’s appearance and had remarked on how disappointed she had felt when consistently throughout the morning there had been no sign of him. Taking refuge in the backroom, she was caught in her own thoughts as she sipped idly on a latte, impatiently she decided to check just once more to see if he’d arrived. She didn’t know what pushed her to do so, but she had been so sure he’d come. Peeking out behind the back door, she looked to his seat but found it occupied by others. Scanning through the seated custom, she subconsciously bit her bottom lip as she spotted him on another table. He appeared different. He looked a little cleaner, less disheveled and broken looking. Leaving the other member of staff on shift to watch over things, Faye ducked into the backroom, delving into her bag. She produced a large thermos; within it, her own special homemade chicken soup. Heating it up alongside some thick, crusted bread, Faye hoped that he wouldn’t take offense to her tokens. Nervously taking over her offerings, she stood before his table for a while before seating herself opposite, placing the thermos, a bowl, spoon and plate of warm bread before him. Raking her fingertips through her loose hair, she looked up at him, hopefully.“I hope you don’t take offense…. My name’s Faye and I.” She wavered before pursing her lips shut, seemingly thinking better of herself. She wanted to ask him who he was, what his story was. How could someone so young have no place in the world? Did he have no family to speak of? Maybe because she herself was in a similar predicament that she felt so inclined to help, but perhaps it was more than that, she couldn’t be sure. Brendan sat waiting for the young lady to appear. He looked around the café, finally able to get a good look at the interior. It was quaint. There were photos of cottages, lakes, and various wildlife hanging on the walls. He didn’t know what the theme was—most places had themes to their restaurants and cafés—but that didn’t bother him. It made him feel odd though, as if he could already spell pine trees wafting from the picture frames. He imagined a loon cooing in the background, his eyes closing and a brief smile crossing his lips. Hearing the tray touch the table, Brendan opened his eyes to see the young lady. He then glanced down at the tray. He must have looked confused because she then started to speak. Offense? Why would he take offense? She hadn’t done anything offensive to him, so there was no reason for him to be upset with her. At least he knew her name now. He could stop calling her the ‘kind lady’. He had mentioned her to one of the people he usually shared a table with at the food bank. However, Frank had scoffed and said she probably felt pity for him. But Been hadn’t paid him any attention.“Brendan,” he smiled to her. It was only right for him to share his name with her. Faye had given her name. “Is this for me?” he asked. Not wanting to seem hungry or impatient, he tried to maintain eye contact with her while twiddling his fingers. He appreciated the effort that went into the meal she’d made and wondered how it would taste. Hesitantly, he picked up the thermos and started to pour some of the contents into the bowl. The soup was hot and smelled good. Picking up the spoon, he tried some first before smiling. “This is very good Faye,” he said her name casually but with kindness. He ate quickly, wanting to be able to talk to Faye. After he’d finished all the noodles, chicken and vegetables, he finally picked up the bread and used it to mop up the remaining broth. When you were homeless, you learned not to waste anything. Brendan was about to move so he could wipe his face with the back of his hand but instead reached for a napkin. That would have been embarrassing. “Thank you for the food.” He smiled, his ancient eyes giving off a warming effect. The café was warm and cozy as only few regulars sat at the pine tables, Faye knew she could rest easy for a short while, safe in the knowledge that her co-workers would get on without her just fine. Rumors had been circulating and of course found their way back to her. She had shrugged off the suggestion that she was infatuated with “the tramp” but that had in no way deterred the mill. Nobody could understand why she would go out of her way for him. To them, he didn’t even seem to care. In their eyes Faye was much too naïve for her own good. He was just another person taking advantage of her kindness by turning up on the days she worked. Faye didn’t respond to the rumors but had taken a slap on the wrist from her manager, she knew she’d get another for providing him some food, but she’d happily take it. They wouldn’t ever fire her; she was much too good at her job and able to work the shifts no-one else cared for. She didn’t just work to make the rent; she worked because the alternative was grim. An empty flat positioned central on a stretch of road infamously known for its constant police raids, drug busts and gang warfare. It really wasn’t much, but it was all she could afford. Watching him eat the food with a satisfied glint in her eyes, Faye allowed herself to acutely take in his form whilst he was distracted. She could see that underneath his unkempt exterior there was something she wanted to reach out to. He had thanked her, savoring every last drop using the bread to wipe the last of it, she was glad he had enjoyed it, hoping it had been enough to sate his hunger. She hadn’t before had the chance to cook her recipe for others and had liked doing so for him. It gave her something to focus her mind on the night previous. Thinking of the few homeless people she’d met, volunteering at food shelters and giving money to on the streets, Faye pondered on the fact they all seemed to have a story they openly shared, some perhaps for pity; some perhaps in a bid for more money. Each had their quirks. She fondly recalled her encounter with a man named Frank, one Christmas she had volunteered at a local shelter, who had an unusual twitch and a dry sense of humor she had found hilarious. He hadn’t shared much of his story, but he was more of an open book than Brendan… Now she knew his name a feeling had started to ingrain within her, slowly unraveling like a ball of thread. She wanted to know more. She questioned whether it was her innate caring instincts that drew her toward him. Did she feel sorry for him? She couldn’t say that she did. When she looked at him, she saw no pain, physical or otherwise, no obvious distress within him that would normally bring out the softer side of her. When she looked on him, she only felt a sense of intrigue. As he finished his meal he had looked on at her with such warmth she couldn’t help but feel a little flushed at how ardently his eyes seemed to hone in on her. Nervously she took a breath before speaking; she hoped she sounded more confident than she felt.“Brendan… I… I don’t want to dance around the questions in my mind. Furthermore, I want to know how you got into such a predicament, but we can’t talk here…” She practically whispered, keeping her voice low as to not excite her uncharitable, gossiping work-colleagues. Trailing off, Faye dug into the pocket of her black working apron and produced a small scarlet notepad and its attached silver pen. In her distinctive, elaborate scrawl she wrote down her address. She didn’t know what possessed her to do so. She never normally would do this after only two days of minimal interaction with someone, but she had to trust her gut instinct, and it was telling her that he was good. Besides, it would be another week before she ran another shift, when would she see him again? It would probably be never if her manager had his way. Ripping the page out clumsily, Faye slid it over the table toward him.“Thursday. Dinner will be ready at six, don’t be late.” She worded shyly. Seemingly nervous, she started raking her fingers through her hair. A weak smile full of uncertainty and low self-confidence etched its way onto her plump lips. Getting up from her seat and hurriedly stepping back behind the counter before he could say anything else to her, Faye once more dived into the backroom and once more she was left in a state of uncertainty, wondering whether he would show. Wondering why she really was doing all of this. What was her reasoning? It irked her that she didn’t seem to know herself as well as she thought she did. When she took a breath before speaking, Brendan wondered if she was feeling all right. Was she having trouble breathing or something? Worry etched its way across his features before she started to speak about her questions. When she mentioned how she wanted to know how he got into this predicament, he lowered his gaze. It wasn’t something he could openly tell her. If he were to tell her the truth then she wouldn’t believe him and think he was just mocking or humoring himself at her expense. And if he lied, would that be better? He heard the rustling and looked up to see her hand under the table. Reaching under the wooden table, he brushed his fingers against hers, taking the piece of paper from her tips. He looked at it for a moment. He didn’t know how to tell her this, but he didn’t know how to read very well. Furthermore, he had more than enough time to teach himself how, but it was harder when you were self-taught. Furthermore, he started to mouth out the sounds of the letters before he got it correct. Smiling to himself, he looked up in time to see that Faye had moved back behind the counter and was once again working. The items were still on the table, and he considered whether he should return her thermos to her personally or if he should leave it. Seeing as his presence had scared Faye’s co-worker the other day, he decided to leave it on the table and walked over to the door. As it opened, the little bell at the top chimed and he smiled. He would have to figure out exactly where it was that this street was located, but it wouldn’t be too hard.~~~~As Brendan had suspected, it wasn’t hard to find her apartment. However, he had needed to ask a few people at the homeless shelter how he would navigate his way here. He wasn’t too good at memorizing street names and such. Mostly because he read Hebrew much better than he did English. Knocking on the door, Brendan looked the same as he had the last time they had met in the café. He had made sure to wash up and try to look presentable. He even had a new jacket. Well, it wasn’t new ‘new’, it had been donated to him while he was sleeping. He had been gently shaken awake by a man who was with others handing out clothing to the homeless. The coat was much warmer than the one he had previously, and he was very thankful for it. Brendan smiled nervously as he waited for Faye to open the door. He hoped that he had the number right. The two circles on top of each other were similar to the shape beside the apartment door. The only difference was that Faye’s number looked literally like two separate circles sitting on top of the other while this one looked curvier and joined, like a sideways eternity sign. Faye hurried to answer the gentle knocks, her lips spreading into a natural yet slightly nervous curve as she set eyes on Brendan. Relief washed over her tensed face as she allowed herself to relax, he had come.“I’m glad you could make it, Brendan.” She nodded. Catching his gaze her shyness crept to the surface, but she pushed on, widening the door slightly to create more room for him to enter. Noticing him holding the note she had given him upon their last encounter, she watched Brendan's eyes curiously scoping over to something on her door, Faye peeked her head around curiously. Eyeing the faded gold numerals on the front of the door, she rolled her eyes slightly upon noticing the number eight had fallen onto its side. It simply wouldn’t stay up, no matter what she had tried previously to do with it." Do you want to stand looking at my door? Or do you want to come inside?" She chided. Beckoning him into the warmth, she stepped before him, leading him through the hallway. She was barefoot and wearing a loosely-fitting, ivory shift dress which lightly skimmed her thighs as she walked. For a change her brown hair was completely loose, cascading down her back; perfumed lightly with scented lotus oil. The apartment was warm and smelt strongly of the roasted lamb chops and new potatoes that were almost done cooking in her very minimal, galley-like kitchen. Holding open the living room door for him, she gestured toward the mocha-brown two-piece suite that she had recently gotten for a good deal from the Salvation Army. Faye didn’t have much in the way of belongings but being frugal meant every month she could afford one or two nice things for her home. Permeating from every orifice was the pungent scent of vanilla joss sticks, the white-walled living room was furnished brightly. The eyesore of the naked wooden floor-boards hidden expertly by an array of indigo rugs and equally colorful floor cushions that she promptly settled herself down on. At the far end of the room; dramatically giant canvases and photo frames hid the cracks that had, over time, formed in the weak walls. The images in the frames however weren’t of her, nor family or friends. The pictures were in fact enlarged prints of the photographs she'd taken on an impromptu trip to Ireland, alone. She had spent the whole week there visiting the rural outskirts of Kilkenny, capturing the beauty of her surroundings with her old Tomography Diana camera. The pictures spurred her everyday. They reminded her that the beautiful world she inhabited was a gift that owed nothing. If she wanted things in life, basic comfort, then she'd have to work for it. And work for it, she did. Twiddling a loose, curled strand of hair around her slender fingers; Faye made herself comfortable before she aimed her line of sight in Brendan's direction, seeking a retaliation. She wanted to get lost into those strange eyes of his without any distraction, snide comments from others or pressing work matters. She wanted to be able to think straight when talking to him. Addressing what she had asked him over to learn, Faye kept her stare firmly on his eyes." Will you tell me, Brendan? Will you tell me what happened to you?” Brendan didn’t need to be told twice and entered the apartment. He looked around and noticed the furnishings in the room. They were minimal, but who was he to think such a thing? He lived on the streets with no possessions other than the clothes on his back. Nodding his head as she gestured for him to sit on the couch set, he wondered if he should do something before sitting down. He didn’t want to dirty her apartment just because he wasn’t the cleanest person. Then again, he had a slightly new jacket on, it shouldn’t be that bad. When she addressed him, Brendan looked up quickly. He had been staring at the floor and his shoes. He probably should have taken them off at the door. When she asked him to tell her what happened to her, his mouth hung open for a brief moment before closing and opening as if he could just start to tell her. Raising a hand to run through his hair, he then tried again, but nothing came out. Standing abruptly, he nodded his head nervously while he spoke, “I should really take my shoes off...” Moving over to the door, he slid his shoes off before moving back over to the couch. Now that that was out of the way, there was nothing else to do but tell her the truth, right? “You wouldn’t believe the truth,” he started before sighing. He could always tell her but change some of the details slightly. That shouldn’t be too much of a problem for him. It wouldn’t be completely lying since he would be telling her the truth, it would just be guided and hidden slightly.“My... father, did some bad things when I was really young. He died because of them. I’ve been stuck in suspended life ever since.” He paused for a moment before realizing she wouldn’t understand. “What I mean is, my life seems to have been suspended. Nothing good or bad happens to me. I’m stuck. No matter what I do, I can’t escape. You know what I mean?” he hoped that he was wording this right. He would hate to confuse her.“But there’s more to it, I just can’t tell you.” He left it at that, staring down at the floor with a hardened gaze. Furthermore, he wanted to tell her the truth. Furthermore, he wanted to tell anyone who would listen and believe. That way, he was much closer to finding a solution to his problem. Faye sat straight-backed on the floor cushion, a slight frown touching her expression as she listened to Brendan’s story. She could see he was faltering and had broken the connection once before, to remove his shoes, yet he had told her some details of his predicament and that touched her. The fact there was more to the tale cast a new wave of intrigue, it settled uncomfortably in the air as he stopped talking and turned his gaze to the floor. She couldn’t deny that she wanted to know more, she knew he was holding back, but he had shared a lot already, she wouldn’t push it, not now at least.“Do you feel, sometimes Brendan, like you’re in purgatory all because of whatever it is your father did, is that what you mean by suspended life?” Faye posed the question to him gently. Religion was not something of which she had found much of a connection with, but having spent some time searching, Catholicism had been the religion that had affected her most and partly the reason she had chosen Ireland as her destination for her first ever trip beyond her city. Leaving the question open, knowing that this cryptic character wouldn’t reveal all to her straight away, Faye rose to her feet. She made no pretence that she couldn’t really comprehend much of his situation. Only having basic information to go on, she wondered what it was his father could have done that would have warranted his death and Brendan’s subsequent homelessness. Was there nothing Brendan could do? Were there no government benefits he could acquire that would better change his living situation? She didn’t pry further though, firmly settling on the question she had just posed. Shifting toward where Brendan sat, she reached out to slowly brush her fingers against his, in what she hoped was a comforting, friendly gesture; urging him to look up at her.“Brendan, I want you to know that I’m here… Try me sometime, talk to me, tell me anything you want to no matter how crazy the whim or strange the information. I would like to know, very much so.” Moving her hand away, she inhaled quickly, noting that the food would be ready by now.“Don’t’ move.” She informed him.***Serving up their dinner on mismatched plates, she carried them in on trays. She hadn’t yet got a dining table though she doubted Brendan would mind so much where they ate. Handing him the tray of food, Faye didn’t want him dwelling on whatever it was that she had scraped the surface of. Instead, she decided to turn the tables, hoping to set them on equal footing.“Is there anything that you would like to ask me?” Brendan couldn’t help the sudden surprised look that crossed his features when he looked up at Faye. He hadn’t expected her to use a word such as purgatory. It wasn’t that the word was wrong in describing how he felt, actually, it was more accurate than he wanted to believe. But why she would use that word was eerie. Swallowing hard, he nodded his head before trying to smile nervously. “I would say that is a good word to describe it. Yes, I feel like I’m in purgatory.” His nervous laugh was short and brief before he fiddled with his hands in his lap. Why did their conversation have to take such a turn? When he felt her fingers brush against his fiddling hands, he looked up at her. She was quite beautiful and found himself staring into her eyes for an awkwardly long time. At least he wasn’t staring at her breasts. All too soon, she pulled her hand away from his and told him not to move. He wanted to tell her that he would come to her whenever he needed to talk, but knew that probably wouldn’t happen. He wanted to tell someone what happened to him, but knew that no one would believe him. And even if they did believe him, they wouldn’t be able to help him. There was something he had to do, God wouldn’t just leave him here for no reason, stuck in perpetual youth. When Faye came back into the room carrying a tray with the food on it, he looked around for a table and noticed there was none. That didn’t bother him, he could eat almost anywhere, but wondered what Faye often did without a table. Maybe she stood at the counter while she ate...“Thank you,” Brendan took his plate and placed it in his lap. He hoped that he would be able to eat this without making a mess. Even though he was normally a decent eater, as far as making a mess went, but there was no guarantee that he wouldn’t spill or even drop his food while eating. It wouldn’t be good if he made a mess though. He would hate to ruin her furniture because of that. Her next comment made him stop in thought. Was there anything he needed to know about her? There were things that he wanted to know, little things that were more like small talk than getting to know a person. He had things that he was curious about but didn’t know where to start.“Why don’t you kick me out of the café? I know your boss doesn’t like me being there...” he smiled. That was an important question to him. One that he would very much like an answer to. Their eyes had connected for a spate of time. Faye had admittedly lingered. There was something about Brendan’s eyes that caught her off her usually ardent guard, and it perturbed her immensely. She had hoped the mood would have lightened when she returned with the food, but clearly it hadn’t. Brendan looked a little precarious whilst eating his food from the tray balanced on his lap; Faye smiled.“You needn’t worry, if you drop food you wouldn’t be the first. I usually eat at the café, so I never really invested in a table… The trays are alright for now though.” She trailed off. When Brendan spoke to respond to her prompt offer of answering any questions he might have for her, Faye inclined her head a little to listen to his voice.“My mother is why…” She spoke softly, her eyes averting to her lap; a gentle smile playing out on her lips. “She always taught me to look out for those less fortunate as you never know when you’ might be glad of the help yourself...Besides, you never cause trouble. My boss doesn’t see the bigger picture; he doesn’t see past anything but the cash in his wallet.” Changing the subject she tucked into her food.“Though I’m sure this sounds crazy, if you would like to stay the night, I have plenty of blankets and the sofa pulls out into a bed… I mean, that is if you want to… If you don’t have anywhere else to be…” She halted herself, she was dithering, and she had no idea why she was extending such an invitation to this man. And yet she was, and it felt right to do so. Brendan looked up as Faye told him it was okay should he drop any food. He smiled to her and continued to eat, his shoulders relaxing the slightest bit as he looked back down to his food. It was good to know that he could relax while he ate. He was so worried about possibly dropping or spilling something that he had subconsciously tensed up. Listening carefully as she spoke about her mother, Brendan felt the warmth in her voice. She had a kind voice, something he didn’t see often in people. “What do you think is the bigger picture?” he asked, wondering if he should really be asking this question. It was a hard question to answer, as it was a generic question that asked for some deep meaning to the individual. It was similar to asking someone what they thought the meaning of life was. The question was an awkward and hard one to answer. Looking up from his food, Been couldn’t deny that he was a little shocked. It didn’t show on his facial features, but he was surprised. He had been coming to the café for quite some time, being kicked out often, and the other day was the first real time she had ever spoken to him. Now he was having dinner in her apartment and being offered a place to stay. Didn’t she know that she should be cautious about inviting strangers into her house? Even though Brendan knew he would never cause her harm—he couldn’t even hurt a fly—that didn’t mean that she could trust just anyone.“I would like that. It is a far walk back to my usual spot.” It was also getting late and dark out. Since it was wintertime the sun set earlier than in the summer. Brendan hated walking around at night though. It seems that whenever he was out at night, something bad was always happening around the corner and in alleyways. “I have to wonder, do you invite many over for dinner and to stay the night?” There was a jesting tone to his voice. His smile was broad on his lips and his eyes seemed to twinkle. Faye thought a moment before she answered; spearing some dinner onto her fork as she looked at Brendan.“The bigger picture is life beyond the shackles we find ourselves in. My boss can’t look past them; he can’t look past his job, the mortgage that binds him down; the three kids that he spends much of his time complaining about…” Faye smiled tiredly. Upon Brendan’s question she grinned before shaking her head.“There’s a first for everything, I don’t usually do this, no.” She sighed. Having Brendan ask her that question only illustrated just how much faith she seemed to have in this perfect stranger and yet as she looked at him; she didn’t feel in any way threatened or scared that he’d harm her. She’d always had a good natural instinct; it had gotten her through the roughest and bleak of times to say the least. His smile was quite illuminating; giving light to his strange eyes. Faye could not help but reciprocate the smile and found she was grinning from ear to ear. After eating the remainder of her food in pleasant, amiable silence; Faye left her plate on the side whilst she went to her airing cupboard in the hallway; there she found fresh sheets and spare pillows. Bringing them back into the living room she set them beside Brandon for when he was ready for bed; it was still relatively early yet and not knowing what more to say to him, though still enjoying his company, she switched on the television set in the far corner of her living room.“Brendan, if you don’t mind me asking, where do you go in the night? Aren’t you ever scared; the streets are foul.” A mortgage and children; could Brendan even have those things? He doubted it seeing as he didn’t have a job, he didn’t think he could have children, and there was the fact that he didn’t age. Even if he did get a job, after so many years they’d start to notice that nothing about him ever changed. But hopefully, by that time he would have made and saved enough money to go to another town and start over again. Did he want that though? It would be nice not to be homeless, but to move from town to town so often, just starting over again when people started to notice? No, he wanted a solution to this problem.“Shackles can be hard to escape.” He commented more to himself than to her. He was looking down at his plate of food briefly before looking back up at her. Now wasn’t the time to start feeling sorry for himself. Shaking his head playfully, he should tell her this was wrong. He knew that trusting people so easily could really put her in some serious trouble one day. All she needed to do was trust her natural instinct or gut and make the wrong decision about someone. The next time she could be dead because of that decision. Even though Brendan knew he wouldn’t hurt her, how could she so easily know that? Saying a quiet ‘thank you’ when she came back with sheets and blankets, he then looked up and over to the TV as it turned on. He had only seen a television in the church or in the shops that sold electronics. The TV in her apartment wasn’t anything fancy, but it was more modern than the one at the church. Startled out of watching the TV, he quickly glanced at her and smiled sheepishly. “I normally go to the church on the colder nights. But when it isn’t so cold, I go to the park.” Nodding his head, he couldn’t agree with her more. The streets were horrible, especially at night. “I agree about the streets, but isn’t this neighborhood bad as well?” he was just commenting, not trying to make her feel bad or anything. If this was all that she could afford, then that wasn’t so bad. But it was unsafe for her to be living here.

Unique Romance [Rahzilla & DesertFlower]|rating:4.0

House Rules ( Crazy Writer _ Lucah )

@Crazy Writer {"light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} Jack Riley, a 35 yr old car salesman met Nadine Nous at the Mercedes dealership. Yes, he was a smooth talker and his quick wits made him good at his craft. He could be very convincing. Hell, this guy could sell contact lenses to a blind man. He had a knack for finding a person’s buttons, and he knew how to push them. He was sitting in his office looking through the huge plate glass window when he noticed the unaccompanied attractive woman. She was browsing the latest shipment of new cars.“She looks like money.” he thought. “Probably has a lifetime membership to the affluent country club at the edge of town. An easy mark.” he supposed. He adjusted his clothing, checked his hair in the mirror and splashed on some cologne. Then he went out on the lot to make a sale. “Do you need any help finding what you’re looking for? He asked. Out of habit he flashed his signature smile and extended his arm as an invitation to shake hands. “I’m Jack Riley, and I’d love to sell you a car today.” She was more attractive than he had expected, and she turned out to be a friendly sort. Then he recognized her. “Say, aren’t you...? The famous Author that moved here last month? He informed her: “Actually, I’ve read that book. I’ve read a couple of your books.”(pushed a button)He managed to charm her into buying a top model car, and they even made a dinner date for the following Friday night. Well as you might suspect, one thing led to another, and they began seeing each other quite regularly. Now Nadine was eight years Jack’s senior, but that didn’t bother them. They had a whirlwind courtship and were soon married. She had told Jack that her 20-year-old daughter was away at college, and he had never met her until she came home during spring break. First impressions, they usually don’t lie. Jack got the impression that his new stepdaughter was a spoiled little brat. Lisa Cabot was a 20-year Sophomore at one the large university where sorority life was the only way to go through college. Lisa's father had passed away when Lisa was little. She and her mother had become a pair after that and what Lisa figured out was if she whined enough and timed her whining to the right time, she could get almost anything she wanted. Of course, it helped that her father was very rich and had left most of his money to her and her mother, so her mother could afford to spoil Lisa. Once Lisa was old enough she got new designer clothes as soon as they came out, she got a new car the day she turned 16 after getting driving lesson so she could get her license. When Lisa had left after Winter break her mother was not even dating anyone and now as she was coming home for spring break apparently she was married. Lisa did not like this, and she did not like it at all. Worse yet the new husband, Jack Riley was some for to car salesman. Admittedly a high-end car salesman and younger than her mother, but she wasn't sure about this. This could mess up things with her mother. Lisa like coming and having her Mommy take care of her. She did not want this to change that. Even after her mother became a successful writer, using her maiden name, her mother still always put Lisa first. Now this was changing at least a little since her mother had told Lisa she had to have dinner with Jack and her on Sunday night. When Lisa her the news from her mother about Sunday she finally agreed but laid down the law "Fine, but this was the only time I am going to have dinner with him because the rest of the time I am there I will be going out with my friends and I am not getting up in the morning to have breakfast with him or anything because this is my chance to sleep in and well I am going back on Saturday. Oh, and don't forget I need my new dress for the breast cancer awareness charity event on Saturday night when I get there. And also don't forget I am flying in special on Saturday rather than driving with my friends, so I can go to the event with you." When her mother didn't protest about Lisa's schedule Lisa felt better. Maybe this was just going to be a minor inconvenience in her life to have this mew guy around. Things had been good between Nadine and Jack. They had spent lots of time together devoting their undivided attention to one another. It was wedded bliss between them as they enjoyed their marriage and intimacy. The days were sweet, and the nights were fantastic. The sex was great, and the sessions were long and lusty. They occurred almost every night. Every night they plunged themselves into the pleasures of abandon. That is until Lisa had returned for summer break. She demanded unreasonable attention and her materialistic appetite was insatiable.“Tommie I want this gown. Tommie I want this necklace. Tommie take me shopping. Tommie I want to have my friends over for a party. Tommie can you and Jack not be here when they come.” Her little habits drove Jack crazy. She left her shoes everywhere. They were by the front door. You might find them under the dining room table. In the bathroom. Between the couch and coffee table. Then there were the half-eaten plates of food left in unseemly places. Half drank soft drink cans, bottles glasses. The world revolved around her... or so she thought. Jack had quickly gotten tired of these things. He was very near his limit. He resented how this new stepdaughter had disrupted the relationship between him and his new wife. Furthermore, he couldn’t take much more. Furthermore, he had to speak up for himself. Furthermore, he had no intention of letting this spoiled brat ruin his life. When Lisa returned home from summer things settled into a normal pattern. She was able to hang out with her friends and her Mother took good care of her. Jack was around, but she mostly ignored him and left it up to her mother to deal with him. It was great she didn't have to cook or clean up or even do her own laundry. Things were going great until her mother said she had to go on a two-week bus tour for her book. Lisa was given the choice of traveling on the bus with her mother or staying home and taking CRE of herself for two weeks. Once Lisa found out where the bus was going she knew what choice to make She would stay home. Lisa promised her mother she wouldn't expect Jack to do things for her and that they would both take care of their own stuff. Lisa gathered her stuff and put it in her room, but she got tired of cleaning up stuff just so Jack was happy. She didn't feel like washing dishes after each meal and just liked to leave them until the end of the day. She was sitting in front of the television watching YouTube videos and texting with her friends when Jack walked in. Lisa just ignored him. Nadine had embarked on her lecturing tour and felt confident of her vision that Jack and Lisa would be able to manage. Things went well for the first couple of days. Lisa had suddenly shown signs of responsibility and had begun contributing to the efforts of running the household. Jack was actually impressed by the way she had stepped up her conduct. She had become the perfect stepdaughter. But on the third day Lisa had suddenly reverted to her former self. She was leaving little messes everywhere. Clothes, dishes and personal items were strewn about the house. Various household articles that had been gotten out, used and not put away. Jack was putting away some scotch tape and scissors when it occurred to him that he was constantly cleaning up after Lisa. He decided to confront her about the matter. He knew that the longer he let it continue the harder it would be to change the situation. He found her in front of the TV and on her phone. As nice as he could possibly be he asked her kindly. “Lisa, honey.” he said. “When you get finished there, would you mind cleaning up some of these things that you’ve left lying around? I don’t mean a deep cleaning sweetie, just kinda pick up and straighten. . . Okay? He waited for a reply or at least an acknowledgement from her, but she didn’t even recognize his presence. She continued looking down at her phone. She was obviously ignoring him. Jack waited a moment or two but during that time he got his fill of her arrogant attitude. He walked over and snatched the cell phone from her grip. “Hey!” he growled, “I’m talking to you! Iknowyou heard me!” Lisa was finding Jack annoying with his barking at her. He was not her parent. He had no right to bark at her, She would be fine here on her own. Furthermore, he was the one making everything difficult. Suddenly she sensed he had moved near her, She looked up just as he grabbed her phone from her hand."Yeah, I heard you fucking gold digger. Just cause my mom fell for your act doesn't mean I am going to fall for it. Now give me my phone back you asshole." Lisa had no respect for Jack since she him as someone gloaming on to her mother and it showed. “Oh really?” Jack shot back his retort. “So that’s what you think, huh? Goldfinger you say. No, I didn’t get involved with your mom for her money. It was more about a physical attraction between us.”“Now give me my phone back you asshole.” Jack squinted his eyes and glared when she uttered those venomous words.“I know I’m not your father, but I demand that you show me some respect ... and by god I’m not going to put up with your bullshit like your Tommie does!” He had thrown down her phone and was manhandling her. She tried to fight him off, but he overpowered her.“First, I’m going to pull your pants down and spank your bare ass! It’s going to sting like hell, and I’m going to enjoy doing it. You’ve got it coming you little brat.” She protested and squirmed as Jack threw her over his knee and began yanking down her panties. His cock twitched as he got a glimpse of her velvety smooth freshly shaved snatch. SMACK SMACK SMACK. He began to paint her ass red with his open hand. The blows were hitting her pussy too. “I won’t stop until you beg me to. Say it! Please daddy, I’ll behave. Lisa watched his eyes narrow and get all tense. If she had been a little more experienced she would have realized things had changed with Jack. But she wasn't experienced with real men, and she just laughed when he said he demanded she show him some respect. Then he said "and by god I’m not going to put up with your bullshit like your Tommie does!” Lisa started to get a little nervous as Jack stood over her. She never realized how much bigger he was than her. He stood over her and pushed down on her. Then he hissed at her “First, I’m going to pull your pants down and spank your bare ass! It’s going to sting like hell, and I’m going to enjoy doing it. You’ve got it coming you little brat.” Lisa called out "Wait" but he didn't listen. She felt herself get pulled across his lap and as he did, she ripped down her short and underwear. He used one arm to hold her in place, and then she felt his hand come down on her exposed ass." Stop OUCH! Stop OUCH! You better OUCH STOP! You Bastard WWW FUCK WWW! She could feel the tears forming in her eyes. She had never been treated like this. Furthermore, she had always gotten her way. Furthermore, she can feel her ass starting to sting with pain as eh continues to spank her. Then she hears him say “I won’t stop until you beg me to. Say it! Please daddy, I’ll behave." Lisa isn't sure what to do. She decides to just say it and then call her Mom as soon as she gets to her phone. She is sure Mommy will choose her over him. She grits her teeth"Fine I will say it. Please daddy I'll behave." Somewhere in the proceedings Jack had taken a turn and began to enjoy himself. He had endured her arrogance and rebellion for quite some time, and now it was a sweet release to him as he dominated her. With each powerful slap to her fanny he felt a gratifying sense of power. With great delight he watched as the firm fatty tissue of her gorgeous young fanny jiggled like jello with each blow. He felt a stirring within himself as he continued. Now the slaps weren’t the hardest he could deliver, but were somewhat measured. They weren't deep and bone bruising, but they were certainly going to leave discoloration on her butt cheeks. He, she would be sore for at least a day or two. Each time she sat down it would be a reminder of her reward for bad behavior. He could tell by her whimpering tone that the spanking was beginning to hurt. It wasn’t long before she spoke her first safe words.” Please daddy! I’ll behave !! “ He heard the words as she spoke them, and he knew that those swats were stinging like hell, but somehow she didn’t seem sincere. Something about the way she spoke betrayed a slight tinge of sarcasm. “Is this just another form of her manipulation?” Jack wondered. Although he had his doubts, he had said that he would stop if she spoke those words of submission. Being a man of his word, he stopped spanking her. He continued to keep her subdued, however, under the powerful force of his left arm as he began to speak to her: “Alright now girlie, you say that you’ll behave. And behave you shall. I’ve stopped the spanking. . . For now. . . But we’re not finished. I’m going to give you what you really need! I’m going to fuck the shit out you. So don’t fight it! Unless you want some more discipline.” He smacked her one last time to reaffirm his control. It was harder than any of the other slaps. SMACK!! “NOW GET THOSE CLOTHES OFF!!” he growled viciously. She thought she felt something stir underneath her as he hesitated when she said what he wanted. She wondered whether he was getting excited by all of this. He hesitated, and she hoped he would accept her word. Then she heard him say“Alright now girlie, you say that you’ll behave. And behave you shall. I’ve stopped the spanking. . . For now. . . But we’re not finished. I’m going to give you what you really need! I’m going to fuck the shit out you. So don’t fight it! Unless you want some more discipline.” She listened to what he said but couldn't believe it did he really say he was going to fuck the shit out of her. He must be really mad and not understanding what he is saying, or maybe she misheard him. Then she feels an extremely hard smack on her ass. She yelps in pain. OUCH!!! Then she heard him growl at her as he sort of stood a little making her have to stand up to avoid falling on the ground. “NOW GET THOSE CLOTHES OFF!!” She struggled to keep her balance as she stood up. As she did, she realized she was basically naked anyway. Her panties and shorts were just above her knees and as she brought her knees together they slid down to her feet. Her t-shirt had barely covered stomach before the spanking and with the spanking and wriggling it worked its way up her body so that now the under part of her breasts was already showing. She looked at Jack and was scared. She decided the only thing she could was done what she said, and she pulled off her t-shirt and tossed it on the ground. Furthermore, she then suddenly felt very naked and covered the area between her legs with her right hand while she placed left arm across her breasts. Furthermore, she suddenly wished her C cup breasts were A cup. As he rose to his full height she realized how he towered over her. He was a foot taller and while he was not fat he was thick with muscle particularly compared to her petite body which let her wear a size 2. She gulped and looked toward the door wondering if she could outrun him. He stood about a foot behind her as he tugged at his belt and unbuttoned his waistband. The loose fitting pants fell freely to the floor, and he easily stepped out of them. He simply lifted his feet and stood there, barefooted and commando. Wasting no time, he reached forward and secured a handful of her shiny dark hair. Yanking hard, he pulled her head backwards and leaned in to her ear. “Get your ass over to the end of the couch and bend over. I’m going to make you my bitch.” She hesitated and tried to cover herself much to Jack’s displeasure. “I saidMOVEdammit!!” To step up the game, he had kept the wide leather belt in his hand. When she had assumed the position he thwacked the side of her thigh smartly with the now doubled leather. Using his foot to kick the inside of her ankles he barked instructions : “Spread ‘em!” he said forcefully. He let go of her hair and cupped his fingers to his mouth. After swishing his tongue and pooling a good amount of saliva, he then spat into his hand. He reached out to the split-tail that he was about to skewer and slapped his spit on her pussy and worked it into her crevice. He spat some more and lubed his full length and girth in preparation. Then, placing a hand on each side of her at the flare of her hips he bent his knees slightly and inched the head of his cock forward/upward until he felt her warm wet lips part slightly. Confident of his alignment, he gave a lightly thrust. It was a combination of straightening his knees and thrusting his hips. Neither of them were quite slippery enough for full penetration. The collective effect of their dryness, Lisa’s tight hole and Jack’s large member stopped the motion at about half stroke causing both of them pain. Jack grimaced as Lisa squealed. His backstroke suctioned her juices to her opening and aided with the second stroke. It, too, brought discomfort but was less than before. The third time was the charm. He was buried to the hilt in the sheath of her delicious flesh. Jack couldn’t contain the lustful sigh that escaped him. Then he groaned sensually: “There now. That’s daddy’s girl. MMM...” His motion paused briefly. Lisa couldn’t see it, but there was a blissful grin on Jack’s face as he stood there with eyes closed, feeling the warmth of her inner walls. A short second or two later, Jack began to punish her pussy with his rod as he pushed violently inside her. Trying to go deeper each time. Using the strap, he again flogged her thigh. Like a rider trying to get maximum performance from a horse, he let the pain do his bidding.“Come on Lisa. Fuck me girl !” Lisa couldn't believe what was happening. Her mother's new husband was about to force himself on her. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, and she felt him breath on her ear, and then she heard him say “Get your ass over to the end of the couch and bend over. I’m going to make you my bitch.” She was stunned and didn't move. She couldn't believe he was really going to do this to her. Then his voice turned cold and nasty.“I said MOVE dammit!!” She was basically tugged to the end of the couch by Jack. She felt a sharp sting to her hip. Furthermore, she felt her legs get kicked apart, and she tried to think what she could do. A few seconds later she felt his fingers playing with the edge of her pussy. This was so strange she felt like she couldn't move. Then she felt something different against the edge of her pussy. She felt his hands on her hips. She was totally under his control. Then he pushed in. She gasped in a combination of surprise and pain. He was bigger than anything she had ever had of course she had only been with two others. Then he pulled out and jammed it in again. This time penetrating farther than before. She gasped again as she struggled to let him in. Trying to relax so she wasn't pulled apart. Then there was another thrust and she felt his hips crash against hers. She knew he was all the way in. He started to fuck her and then there was pain in her hip as his belt found it spot. Soon it felt like she was the horse and him the jockey trying to win the race with her. He even called to her like a horse. She knew she should be hating this, but she wasn't because his presence inside her felt so good. Once she had relaxed and the two of them became in sync she started to enjoy how big he was and how he made her feel. She started to moan each time he buried his cock in her. "Oh" . "Oh" ...'OHHH' She had lifted herself slightly, and she could feel her breasts start to swing in combination with the fucking she was getting She had become wet and seemed somewhat more relaxed. The physical pleasures had tipped the scales and overrode her protests. Jack could feel her pussy become more accommodating. The shift in her position seemed to signal that she was yielding. Her involuntary moans served to excite him all the more. It felt as if his cock had somehow grown harder. He felt warmth all throughout his body as they were swaddled together in the shroud of their sexual energy. Jack surprised even himself by how long he was lasting. There had been a point where he was about to cum, but he had managed to push through it. The urge to cum had slipped just out of reach as he marathoner with his power fucking. He felt a familiar tingle that was beginning to build. Knowing that he would soon cum, he swatted Lisa’s back with the strap.“You want me to cum don’tTCA?” he pumped out the words between broken breaths.”Well sugar breeches you’re gonna height beg for it! Let me hear it!SAY IT! :p Please daddy, I want your cum!!” POW! - - another slap of the strap - -“HHH, HHH, HHH” he gasped. “Go on! Hhhh, HHH, say it Lisa!”*she said or didn’t say it*From out of the blue Jack suddenly began to wonder about birth control... Just in time he pushed her forward and withdrew his cock from her. He managed to shoot his hot load at the top of her ass crack. The Jim oozed slowly down her lovely crevice.“Do you take birth control?” he asked. Lisa still wasn't complete comfortable with what was happening, but she had no ability or energy to fight it so she tried to enjoy it. She tried to control her moans and was able to not makes noises every time he pounded into her but when he hit the angle just right she had no choice but to moan in pleasure, Fuck he had a big dick, and he had good control of it getting long strokes but never popping out. Then she felt his belt on her back and side. Apparently he had something to say and he wanted her attention. “You want me to cum don’tTCA?” he pumped out the words between broken breaths. “Well sugar breeches you’re gonna height beg for it! Let me hear it! SAY IT! please daddy, I want your cum!!} When she doesn't respond right away her slaps her with the belt again. It is getting quite painful. He orders her to say it. She is about to say what he wants when suddenly he pulls out and shots his all over Lisa's low back and ass. She is breathing hard when she hears him ask about birth control. She is still bent over at the waist with her ass in the air as she turns her head back toward him." If you mean am I on the pill the answer is yes but normally as an extra precaution the guy I am with wears a rubber. " “Glad to hear it sugar breeches. “Jack replied. “We wouldn’t want any babies popping out, now, would we? Besides, that would make me the grandfather of my own child. - - That ain’t good! - -Alright pick up your shit and bring it. We’re headed to your room, and I’m going to pick out something skimpy and sexy for you to wear around the house. Yeah, I want to see that hot body of yours. No wait! Not yours ... mine! I’m controlling you your body is mine to admire! Mine to fuck. Mine to use however I please.-SMACK-He popped the belt across her ass right where it was the reddest.“Understand? Good. Now get to your room. Hurry up! I’m right behind you.” When they got to Lisa’s room, Jack ordered her to shower and clean the cum off of herself.” Get in there! ...and don’t forget to shave that pussy. I’ll be selecting your wardrobe while I wait.” Jack grinned widely when she complied without so much as a question. He went to her closet and began looking for her skimpiest garments. He found a black miniskirt that he liked and was looking at a lacy, sheer top that would allow him a good view of her lovely breasts and pert nipples. “Oh yeah.” he said aloud, voicing his approval. He began going through her panty drawer but stopped and said to himself: “There won’t be any need for these as long as Mama’s gone.” He looked down and there he saw a bag that was filled with white powder. “What the fuck?” he questioned. “Is that what it looks like?” Using a cotton sock from the other drawer, picked up the bag with the sock over his hand. The bag was partially opened so he got some of the substance on his pinky finger. He stuck it to his tongue and rubbed some on his gums. He knew immediately what it was. “Cocaine.” He said to himself. He was very careful not to touch the bag.“Hamm.” Jack sat on Lisa’s bed and waited to confront her. He knew he had the upper hand now for sure. There was a serious amount of coke in that bag. Enough to warrant a felony charge. Enough to land someone in jail for a hell along time. Even with the best attorneys that Tommie’s money could buy, Lisa could face several years of incarceration. Lisa watched as Jack grinned at her. It was a look she was not use to seeing. Before she could react he said to her.“Glad to hear it sugar breeches. “Jack replied. “We wouldn’t want any babies popping out, now, would we? Besides, that would make me the grandfather of my own child. - - That ain’t good! - - Alright pick up your shit and bring it. We’re headed to your room, and I’m going to pick out something skimpy and sexy for you to wear around the house. Yeah, I want to see that hot body of yours. No wait! Not yours ... mine! I’m controlling you your body is mine to admire! Mine to fuck. Mine to use however I please." Lisa hesitated picking up her stuff. Just as she was about to say fuck off she felt the sting of belt on her ass. She jumped a little and when Jack asked if she understood all she could do was nod. She gathered her clothes and went to her room as instructed. Furthermore, she was stunned and not sure what to do. It was like he could read her mind and every time she was ready to fight back he was ready for her. She followed his instructions and went into her bathroom and started to clean up. As she did, she started to recover. She was in the middle of shaving her pussy as he called it when she started to regain control. She just needed to get to a phone and call her Mom and tell her what this bastard had done. Furthermore, she would take a picture or her ass as evidence. Furthermore, she found the Kleenex she had used to wipe his junk off her in the trash and set it aside. She looked around the bathroom for something to wear. Furthermore, she found a single pair of thong panties to wear and pulled them on. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. She opened the bathroom door ready to take on the world and especially Jack." Listen asshole unless you clear out now I am calling my Mom and telling her you raped me and"She hesitated why was he sitting there smiling at her like he was going to win no matter what. Then she looked on the bed next to him. She saw the bag of cocaine next to him sitting on one of her panties. It was clear he hadn't handled it, and she knew her fingerprints would be on the bag. She had forgotten all about the bag, and he had found it."OH FUCK NO!" Her shoulders slumped, and the blood drained from her face and her confidence was gone. “HAH! That’s bullshit darlin’. “ Jack spouted off. “You’re not calling anybody ‘cause rookie here what daddy’s got. Yeah, take a look! Now what on earth might that be? Oh my goodness! Looks like babygirl has a drug habit. A serious one at that. Why there must be over a quarter ounce of the shit. What the hell? Are you dealing drugs? No, No! Don’t answer. It doesn’t matter anyway ‘cause we both know there’s enough here to put you away for a good long while. If I call the cops. Now you wouldn’t want né to do a thing like that now, would you? And mama? You want to talk to mama? Here let me dial her up for you.” You know what this means don't you Lisa. This means that you are my little sex kitten. Oh, yeah. You’re going to clean up after yourself and be ready to fuck at a moment’s notice. That goes for now and that goes for when your mom comes back home too. Now I’m going to keep this bag of coke as leverage. I don't give a shit if you keep using... you’ll just need to get you some more stash. Why hell, I might even snort some from time to time myself. I've always heard that the sex was better when you use this shit. He noticed the thong she had on. “Turn around!” he said. “Let me take a look at that ass. Oh, yeah! So nice! And it’s all mine. He chuckled fiendishly. She gulped when it was clear that Jack knew what was in the bag. She called her his little sex kitten, and she knew it was true. He had the coke and it would have her fingerprints. Her only hope was that he would do something like use the coke and get his fingerprints on it as well and then his leverage would be gone. She could claim it was his coke, and she made her use it awhile ago, but he was still using. She heard him say she was going to be his sex kitten even when her mother was home. Furthermore, she was surprised to hear him say this in a way because wouldn't her Mom start to wonder if he couldn't put out. Suddenly she heard him bark at her to turn around. She knew she had to what he told her so she spun around to show him her ass. It was still red from the spankings he had given her. She heard him chuckle as she called her ass his ass. She looked over her shoulder at him." Maybe we should share the coke now Jack. It would help me relax and give you great stamina. I bet you could get 5 or 6 orgasms out of a single snort." She hoped he would take the bait and handle the bag. “Nice try sugar pussy, but daddy cakes ain’t nobody’s fool.” Jack said.” To do that I would need to touch the bag and leave my fingerprints and DNA all over it. And let me tell ya. That ain’t happening. So-oh... why don’t you lead the way down to the kitchen pantry? I’ll follow along and watch that fine ass as it swings side to side. That wasn’t really a question doll, it was a FUCKING ORDER!!!NOW MOVE! Jack carried the bag and followed behind her. He took great care to keep his prints off the bag by carrying it wrapped in her panties. When they got to the kitchen, he made her get out a gallon size freezer bag. He instructed her to place the coke, panties and all inside the bag and seal it.“He-heh-heh, perfect.” he said. “Now I’ll take this bag for safe keeping. I need to leave for a little while. In the meantime, you can get started getting the house in order by cleaning up the little messes you’ve made everywhere. Get all the dishes in here. I want them hand washed in the sink. Don’ t try putting them in the dishwasher either. I’ll know, ‘cause I can tell the difference. Jack took the dope and put it in a plain brown business packet. Then he drove to the bank and put the dope inside his personal lock box that was kept inside the bank’s vault. When he returned home he was pleased to find Lisa standing at the sink. She was still clad only in a thong. Her hands were in the soapy water. Jack walked in the room and said: Hey look at this place! It looks good! Daddy’s pleased with his LI’l pun kin.” He walked up behind her and ran his hands along her sides as he pressed his body against hers. He pulled her panty crotch BTO the side and dropped his pants. The sight of her body had made him hard. He slipped his cock in her from behind.“Mmm. . . I always had this fantasy of fucking a hottie from behind while she was doing the dishes.” he cooed in her ear. Jack didn't fall for Lisa's trick to get his fingerprints and DNA on the baggie. Instead, he forced Lisa to walk down the hall ahead of him to the kitchen. She could feel his eyes on her as she walked because she all she had was a thin strip of material squeezed between her ass cheeks as she walked. Well it was better than being completely naked she thought to herself. He ordered her to put the drugs in a bag which he then took. Then he told her he was leaving and that she needed to clean up all her messes and then wash all the dishes by hand. It was clear it was an order, and she was not in a position to argue with him. Fuck she thought to herself. I have to figure a way out of this. I need to get something on him worse than the drugs. After he left she tried to figure out what to do but couldn't come up with anything. She would keep thinking about it, but she knew she needed to clean up before he got back. She picked up all her stuff and thought about getting dressed but decided against it. Instead, she found the largest apron she could find and put that on. At least it covered her nipples and there was a reason to wear it. She heard him come in, and she continued to wash the dishes. He approached her from behind and seemed pleased with what she had done based on what he said. She felt him move right behind her and could swear she thought she heard his zipper go down. Then his hands were between her legs making her spread them a little so he could push the thin piece of material covering her opening to the side. She tried to focus on the dishes, but it was extremely difficult to do once her drove his cock inside her. She noticed his hot breath on her neck and he softly and yet possessively said “Mmm. . . I always had this fantasy of fucking a hottie from behind while she was doing the dishes.” She wasn't sure what to say to this or what she was supposed to do so she tried to keep washing the dishes but each time he went a little deeper into her and after a dozen rt so thrust it was all she could do to stand up let alone wash dishes. Fortunately she was finishing up the last dish and as she put it in the drain board she grabbed hold of the sink to steady herself against his thrusts. “Yeah! That’s it!” Jack said. “ Get in the game! Let your slut out. Turn her loose! I know she’s in there. You know it too. That little part of you that says ‘Hey! That feels so damn good!’ Come on Lisa, this is perfect for you. You can fuck me and place all of your guilt on me at the same time. So at the end of the day - you’re still a wholesome little thing. And that mean ol’ step daddy abused you. Ha, hah ha! You know we’re going to be doing a lot of fucking, so you might as well start enjoying it.” It pleased him when she grabbed the sink and anchored to receive his thrusting cock. “ Hey Lisa, what if I should happen to slip my cock into that tight little proper of yours? You know, anal sex. You have heard if it haven't you? Do you think you can handle it? Do you think it might make you cum?” Lisa had anchored herself against the sink and was trying to adjust her body to his size. She heard him say that she enjoy getting fucked and then claim she was forced into so she could say she was still pure or something. Lisa never claimed to be a virgin, but she was rather inexperienced. When he said they were going to be doing a lot of fucking she shook her head. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. Then when she didn't think it could get worse it did as he said“ Hey Lisa, what if I should happen to slip my cock into that tight little proper of yours? You know, anal sex. You have heard if it haven't you? Do you think you can handle it? Do you think it might make you cum?” Lisa immediately reacted. "No please don't do that. I know I can't handle it. You are much too big for me. Please don't do that. Please just fuck me in the pussy Jack. Please." She hoped the offer to fuck her in the pussy would work to convince him to leave her as alone, although she was concerned that eventually he would take her in the ass if that is what he wanted to do. Jack smiled when she answered. She had a good point about his size. It probably wouldn’t work without some type of lubricant. Maybe some KY jelly or Vaseline, but all that stuff was in the bathroom. There they were in the kitchen. He saw the dish detergent sitting there on the counter. . . “Nah,” he thought. “ That’s not really the best idea.”“Please don’t do that. Please just fuck me in the pussy Jack. Please.” “Yes!” Jack thought “She’s actually begging me to fuck her in her pussy!” The anal stuff could wait ‘til later. He reasoned. “Oh passes girlie! Daddy wants that pussy! Give it to daddy! Unshod NNN Ninth. Suddenly he pulled his cock out of her. Then he picked Lisa up and carried her to the table. “Get on your knees, lean forward and let your ass hang over the edge of the table. Yeah, yeah, yeah! Right there. Stay like that baby! Stay just like that. Don’t move! Don't move baby.” He slid the full length of his cock his deep inside her pussy. Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck baby! You feel so good! MMM. “ He moaned huskily. Meanwhile, he was pile driving her in full rough fuck fashion. He pulled her hair occasionally and heated her buns with frequent slaps of his powerful hands. She had the sweetest love handles too. Jack enjoyed grabbing her there and pulling her back to him as he thrust After she begs him to hammer her pussy Jack seems to forget about her ass. Lisa is trying to figure out what to do about this, but she can't figure anything out. She does take one thing Jack says to heart and tries to relax. Suddenly he pulls out and Lisa thinks maybe he is going to cum on her back or something, but instead he picks her up and places her on the table. She gets in the position he wants and now he can more easily slam the full length of his cock into her. He clearly is only in this for himself just pounding into her as she fights to maintain her position on the table and not get knocked forward. Then he started to grab her hair and smack her ass and grab her hips so he can drive in just a bit farther. Her ass is getting a little sore from the slaps, and she is really not enjoying the hair pulling. Still she has to admit that he cock does feel pretty good now that she has gotten use to his size. Still she really wanted him to cum and have this be over with. Maybe he would see the error of his ways and tell her that he lost his head and that as long as she behaved and never told anyone about this he would just hold her drugs and never sue them. Jack kept pounding her pussy and slamming her back toward him. Finally, he felt the fire light in his root. It continued to grow until it exploded like a firework. The pleasure burst out in every direction at once. His dick erupted and spewed forth warm globs of Jim deep in Lisa’s pussy. He helped her off the table and then pointed down to his dick. “Clean it up.” he demanded. Then in the same breath he changed the subject. “I want you to buy one of those skimpy maid outfits for when you clean house. No wait, uh... I... no never mind... oh what the hell. Why not. Yeah, get one of those outfits. . . And some crotchless panties... and some sex toys. Do you have any? Maybe we could play with them. Huh?” Lisa finally felt him exploded into her. It seemed like he was shooting his load into her for minutes. She knew it couldn't be that long, but it sure seemed like it was. She could feel his cock soften slightly inside of her as he helped her off the table. Then came the next ordered to clean it up. Lisa didn't know why she didn't argue, but instead she just dropped to her knees and started to suck his cock clean getting both her juices and his juices off of it. As she was cleaning he told to buy a sexy maid outfit to wear around the house as she was cleaning. He also ordered her to buy crotchless panties and about toys. By now she was done cleaning as she answered him from her knees looking up at him as she towered over her. She could not explain why she didn't stand up and instead stayed on her knees." I have vibrator Jack but nothing else. We can play with it if you like." “Why hell yes!” Jack said. “Would like!” Lead the way. Let’s get that thing out! I want to see my sexy little nymph cum.” Wouldn’t you like to do that Lisa?” It sounded like a question but they both knew that it wasn’t. Jack was really excited about the idea of making Lisa cum hard. Lisa listened to Jack's "question" about liking her using the vibrator apparently in front of him. Of course having and orgasm wouldn't be a bad thing, but it would e really weird with Jack watching although no stranger than suck his cock clean after he just fucked her on the kitchen table." Of course Jack it would be nice." Lisa slowly got up off her knees and adjusted her panties to recover her vagina and keep the fluid he had just shot into her stayed in her. She then walked to her room with Jack following her. She reached into her nightstand and opened up a little bog and pulled out the vibrator. It was slim and about 5 inches long and the controls were on the base. She held if up and looked at him." Do you want me to start now?" Jack followed Lisa like a buck deer that had caught the scent of a doe in estrus. He tagged along as she led him up the stairs and to the end of the hallway. All the while he devoured her body with his hungry eyes. He had just fucked her until he had a delicious climax of gushing pleasure. Yet she still looked good to him. She was simply that fucking hot.“Do you want me to start now?” she asked.”Yes! “ Jack replied heartily. “ By all means, please do! I’ll sit here and watch for a while, but I might join in later. If you need anything to help get you off just let me know.” Lisa turned on the vibrator at the bottom and laid back on the bed. She pushed her panties to the side. She started to rub the vibrator against her clit which was already swollen from the fucking she had received. Furthermore, she did her best not to let Jack see this until she had rubbed it for a few seconds. Over the next minute or so she slowly let her legs fall open, so Jack could see what she was doing. She knew he would either order her to do this on her own or would do it himself if she didn't do it voluntarily so she did it as her own pace. At least this gave her some element of control. She knew that her clit was the easiest way for her to get herself to orgasm. She started working on it and within 4 or 5 minutes she could feel the tension starting to build. Furthermore, she knew that the fact she had been fucked hard was part of the reason she was ready to go within just a few minutes. Jack was happy to watch. His cock was placid at the moment, but he still got very excited when Lisa held up the vibe and turned it on. She stretched her torso in a lust driven fashion. Obviously she was going to enjoy the sensations that her “little friend” was going to provide. It hummed softly as she laid back and started working it on herself. Her hand obscured the view at first but only for a while. As she got more involved she didn’t seem to give a flying fuck who was watching. She worked it slowly around the edges of her beautiful flower and gradually began to focus entirely on her clit. The stimulating sight of Lisa caught up in the sensuality of her self-love began to take its toll on Jack. (His dick was throbbing back up to a rigid state as his eyes drank in the view.“Damn girl!” Jack cooed. “This is so fucking hot! And you look so fuckin’ good! Tell daddy when you’re going to cum! OK?” Lisa was happy that Jack seemed happy and not inclined to join in. She continued to work on her clit with the vibrator. He asked her to tell him when she was about to come so when she knew it was going to be about a minute more she panted out"I am getting close...just a ... few more ... seconds." With that she closed her eyes and let her head roll back and started to feel the enjoyment of the orgasm wash over her. Jack was stroking himself with a light touch as he watched Lisa. When the precut oozed out of his spout he used the slippery substance as a lube. He circled the opening with a light smooth pressure and delighted in the intense, burning sensations he felt." I am getting close...just a ... few more ... seconds." Jack stopped masturbating and devoted his full attention to Lisa as she laid back and gave herself over completely to her orgasm. It both fascinated him and filled him with lust as he tried to imagine just what the female climax felt like. One thing he was sure of was that it had to be damned good. When he was reasonably sure that she had finished, Jack spoke out: “Keep your legs spread. I want to eat your pussy!” Then he crawled up in the bed and positioned himself between her golden tanned thighs. Without hesitation, he lapped his tongue up her crevice and sucked her pink petals inside his mouth. Then his tongue pushed up against her clit as he sucked it out from the cover of its hood. He mixed it up well and tried to focus on her responses to see where he should linger. Meanwhile, the vibrator was laying somewhere in the bed, still humming. Lisa slowed drifted down from her orgasm. It was a good one a perfect one. For a few seconds there she forgot that Jack was watching here and had fucked her twice already today. Then she heard him moving around, and she realized what a show she must have just given him with her orgasm and her legs spread. She was about to close them when she heard him say“Keep your legs spread. I want to eat your pussy!” She wasn't sure she heard right, but then she saw him come at her head first not dick first like she had expected. She stayed there and waited for him. Furthermore, she felt his tongue on the opening, and it was actually quite nice. He was definitely more experienced at it than the couple of boys who had kissed her down there. She had one say the alphabet because she heard that was good, but he most of had his lips in the wrong placed because while it was fun it was not orgasm inducing, not even close. Not that what Jack was doing to her was going to make her cum soon but still it was quite enjoyable. When he hit her clit it was really nice since it was already sensitive because what she had done to it. She realized that she had dropped the vibrator on the bed during the orgasm and could hear it buzz as he continued to ear her. Jack sensed her pleasure when he made contact with her clit. He began to focus all of his effort on it. With his hands he held her pussy lips apart and touched only the pistil of her flower (clit) ever so lightly with just the tip of his pointed tongue. He teased it lightly with faint flicks and soft circular swirls. Barely there he teased her passion until seemingly her engorged clitoris reached out as if begging for more. He felt tension build and fade like the ebb and flow of the ocean tide. When he was sure that he had her wanting more, he suddenly stopped allowing tension to build and for her body to crave the pleasure from the moments before. When he resumed, he started in tenderly and gradually increased the pressure and speed of his efforts. It was his plan to mix it up until she came hard. Lisa was shocked when Jack went down on her but even more so when he went to town on her. It wasn't just a taste and then fuck thing he actually was getting her turned on with his tongue. He was focusing on her clit, and he was good and maybe even great at licking her and probably others. She started to tense up and wiggle with pleasure as he teased her with his tongue. Her clit was now throbbing from the attention when he suddenly stopped. She wanted to call for him to continue but was afraid it would sound too much like an order so she waited silently and patiently hoping he would continue. When he did continue she let out an audible gasp of excitement. He found her sweet spot and stayed on it. When he knew she was close to her cum, he licked her harder and faster he wanted to show her what he could do for her when she complied with his wishes. He wanted her to remember this moment. He wanted her to cum harder than she ever had in her life. Furthermore, he knew it wouldn't be long. . .and then. . . She couldn't believe she was going to cum just from Jack's mouth and a little bit of his fingers. She had never had anyone work on her like this. Furthermore, she didn't know if he was good or not because this was her first time like this, but she was definitely enjoying herself, although she knew she shouldn't because this would only encourage him more. But she couldn't help herself, and she decided maybe if she left herself cum he would leave her alone. She knew in her heart this wasn't true, but she needed to believe it to really enjoy the orgasm. Suddenly she felt her body start to quake with pleasure. She was on her way to her second orgasm in the last 15 minutes. "OH Damn yes this is GARRETT!! FUCK YES!" She let her body go and just enjoyed the sensation of an orgasm racing through her body. She let it wash over her like multiple waves crashing on the beach. “Oh YEAH! That’s what I’m talking about!” Jack exclaimed. “That kind of shit excites me! That was so much fun! I just wanted to reward you a little bit and show you what daddy can do for you when you make him happy. Don’t misread this and think that I’m going soft on you. Think of it as “positive reinforcement”. You do something right. . . And I will do something positive to encourage good behavior in the future. You’re free for the rest of the evening unless I call you. I have your number in my favorites list on my phone. Keep your phone with you at all times. I will text you if I want anything. Pick out a code word. If I text that word to you, you’ll know that I want to fuck. Got it? Lisa was on her bed listening to Jack explain what happened and explain the way thing would work. Lisa listened carefully. She wasn't sure what to do." First thank you for the orgasm. "Lisa didn't know why she said this, but it seemed like she should since it was something she enjoyed." So um if I get a text from you or call am I supposed to drop everything and come back her right away or will it be more that you need something the next day or in a few hours. I am just trying to figure out he rules, so I don't get in trouble. Also, maybe we should pick a food you don't like to eat so you can text something like I want sweet potato chips I will know what you mean and will be ready. That way if anyone sees it unless they know you don't like that food it will seem pretty normal. How does that sound and what food do you want to pick?" “That’s OK.” Jack replied, “I enjoyed getting you there.”“If you’re in the house and I text or call, I want you immediately. If you’re out, say shopping or whatever, I will give you two to four hours to get your ass back home. Maybe more under special circumstances. That includes getting prepped. I’ll want you clean, dressed sexy and ready to fuck. Is that clear? I hate guacamole and pickled herring. So either one if those means I want to fuck you. Now when your mom gets home we’ll have to be sneaky. I guess we’ll be having lots of quickies. That ought be fun. That’s the plan. Any more questions?” Lisa listens to the rules. While it sucks that he has this power over her at least his rules aren't ridiculous." Yes what do you consider dressed sexy and I think we better stick to using the word Guacamole or maybe add in Avocados because if you use pickled herring people are going to wonder what is going on. That is just a weird thing to eat." Lisa was disappointed that this was going to continue after her Mon got home. She hoped her Mom would keep Jack busy. Maybe Lisa would have to let Mom know she would be happy to leave the house so Jack and Mom could be alone. When Nadine is home, it’ll have to be short skirts, bare midriffs and low cut tops. When she’s on lecture tours and book signings I want lingerie. I like Victoria’s Secret and Wicked Weasel. Do some online shopping and pick out some things. Then show them to me for final approval. Then we can order them. You can shop for some interesting sex toys, or maybe I will if you like surprises. Ok no pickled herring. It’s guacamole and avocados. Lisa listens to Jack lay out the rules or what she is to wear around the house. She realizes she is going to be a walking slut or lingerie model whenever she is home." I will pick out some things to show you before buying them. Do I need to wear something tonight when I come back home?" Lisa starts to think about what she had in her lingerie drawer. Lisa hears Jack agree with the code words. "I think that is better. I would think pickled herring would get Mom wondering what was going on with you." “Yeah! Good idea! Pick out something nice and sexy for hen you get home. I’ll be in my bedroom watching TV. Come on up and maybe do a strip tease for me. ... and bring that can of whipped cream from the kitchen. Hmm. Maybewhipped cream would be a better password.” Lisa listens to what he says. Damn she was hoping to put this off for a while, but it doesn't seem like that is going to happen." So you um want me to come up there tonight dressed in something to strip out of or already in like something simply, so there won't really be much of a strip tease to do? I want to make sure I get in right for you." Lisa is trying to figure out how to get out of this but for now she needs to play along. She smiles at him as she waits for an answer. Maybe if she seems to go along he will make a slip, and she can get him to tell her where the stuff is, and she can get it back.

House Rules ( Crazy Writer _ Lucah )|rating:1.0

It's some kind of love...tomboyish love (Ahri & Raziel)

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Gladly enough, her breasts were about a B cup, so she didn't have to worry about them ruining her "male" look. Not only that, but she did act like a boy. She would always hang out with boys and punch them in the arm like they did to each other, and she would receive punches too. But that only made her stronger, and more than once she had engaged in a fight with other girls, and she would always win. Her arrogant and masculine behavior made her a true tomboy. But she had a brother...the one brother she loved. Not only did she love him...but secretly she had a crush on him. She lusted for him but knew she could never have him because he had a girlfriend and because incest was illegal. So, she had to suffer the pain of not having him. That one morning, she woke up with a manly groan. She always slept in only boxers and a t-shirt. No bra or nothing else. She stood up, scratched her belly, which very well-formed given that she went to the gym almost every day, and put on a pair of jeans, a black jacket, a DC cap and a pair of Snickers. She brushed her blonde hair and smiled at her red ends. Furthermore, she had done it herself, while her best friend had tattoo-ed her whole back, her legs and her arm. Furthermore, she walked downstairs and sat on the table, waiting for her parents or someone to give her breakfast. Nathan Sparks was the type of guy people liked to hang out with. He was always the one someone could talk to. He played games, played sports for fun instead of for school, went to the movies, and he was always most likely to pay for it for his friends. Furthermore, he was, in general, a good guy. Good friends, a beautiful girlfriend. He had it all. Except… His sister. She was… and overachiever for what she wanted. And what she wanted was to be one of the guys, even if it disfigured her. He knew about the tattoos, and he frowned on that even if he didn’t say anything about it. Their parents didn’t know, not yet. He was merely thankful they went to work early so they didn’t see them while she walked around in the morning. His alarm clock went off that morning, and he lazily turned it off, sitting up and stretching. Friday. At least he could take a good break over the weekend now. He didn’t change out of his pajama’s of loose pants and shirt before heading downstairs. Oh, she actually got dressed before coming downstairs today. He walked to the fridge, getting eggs out and scrambling them, starting to cook breakfast. Krista heard someone in the kitchen so she walked there. Then, she found her brother. "Well...lazy ass decided to wake up at last. Be nice and fix me something, won't ya'?" she said rudely and looked at him. It was her nature to talk like that, so she didn't do it to be mean. "Oh...look what I got yesterday at the Zack's tattoo parlor." Zack was her best friend, a guy, obviously. He was 15, but his elder brother was the one who tattooed people. Krista lifted her shirt, her jacket was unbuttoned, and she really looked like a boy. She showed him her perfect and beautiful belly, she was slowly growing some muscles there. On her hips, both of them, she had stars, and she had gotten a piercing on her belly button. "So...what ya' up for today? Gonna' hang out with that.skank?" she asked and lowered her shirt once again. She hated his girlfriend. Nathan was cooking silently, if only to curb his own anger as she spoke on and on. She was his sister, damn it. Where had he gone wrong that she was like this? He was surprised she didn’t scratch her invisible junk every so often. He put some cheese into the eggs before putting them on the frying pan, gripping the fork tighter than normal as she spouted off. What was she, some sort of mechanic with how she spoke? He stirred the eggs, but the scratching of his fork on the pan was more than audible with that last word. He rounded on her, anger in his eyes.“Watch your tongue.” It was nearly a growl through pressed teeth. “I don’t talk about your friends like that, as much of assholes they really are. And what about you? Who the hell are you trying to impress doing that stuff and talking like that? Because it sure is hell isn’t impressing me.” He turned back, seething, to the eggs. “Ah, god-damn it.” He stirred and fluffed them, but they were a little burned on the bottom. Still, he served them to Krista. “Eat your fuckin’ eggs.” And with that he disappeared upstairs. Krista felt anger building inside her quite quickly as he spoke. Even if she was trying to be a guy most of the time and acted like one, she had feelings and those words he said mostly devastated her. She took the plate from his hands and walked to the table. After sitting down, she proceeded to devour the eggs, holding back the tears that were forming in her eyes. "Who...does he think he is to talk...to me like that?" she whispered to herself, she had a knot in her throat and tears started to fall down her cheeks and to the table. When she was finished, she stood up and grabbed her backpack with anger. "Fuck you, you stupid cocksucker! Do you think I don't love you even though you are my brother!?" she yelled at him, even if he didn't listen the neighbors did. She slammed the door and walked to school. His room was the destination he ended up going to, needing something to hit, and he wasn’t going to beat his own sister up. As much as she aggravated him, he wasn’t going to beat the tar out of her. So instead he beat the shit out of his punching bag, going from street fighting to judo quickly. He heard her yelling, hearing the slam of the door. “Then fucking show it, cunt.” He muttered. He took a moment to cool down before getting dressed, pulling on jeans and a t-shirt before heading to school. Furthermore, he drove, getting there before his sister did, slamming his car door and heading to his locker before first class. Krista had cried the whole way to school, but she had kept her head low so no one would see her. Once there, at the entrance, she cleaned her tears and walked to her locker. She put in some of her books and closed it before making her way to the bathroom. She lit a cigarette there and started smoking. Good thing the school didn't put fire sensors in the bathroom, or else she hadn't started smoking. The day was passing rather quickly for Nathan, thankfully. The most eventful thing for him was a small brawl during lunch between one of his friends and some thug that got Missy. Thankfully he didn’t have to intervene. He drove home alone instead of giving his sister a ride, still angry with her. He took a shower when he got home, simply throwing a robe on afterward and going to his room, jumping onto his computer. For her, she was depressed the whole day. She didn't arrive in the afternoon like she was supposed to, but around midnight. She smelled of drugs and alcohol, she had spent her whole day with her male friends drinking and smoking. Furthermore, she dragged herself upstairs and once inside her bedroom, she undressed completely, leaving only her boxers. Her tattoos and his piercing could be seen. She had a perfect figure. Nathan was starting to get worried as the day went dinner coming and going. He ate alone and put her dinner in the fridge for her. By the time midnight came and went their parents were asleep when he heard her come in. He waited a few minutes on his computer, dressed now in his pajamas before heading to her room, opening the door. He was surprised in seeing her dressed in only her boxers, admiring her figure for only a moment. “Where have you been? I’ve been worried.” He crossed his arms, walking into her room and closing the door behind him. Krista rose her glance towards her big brother. Her eyes were red from smoking so much pot, and she was really drunk, but what she said absolutely came from her heart. "Worried? Worried 'bout this little bitch-ass cunt? Don't make me laugh...look at me! I'm a bitch... Why you'd worry 'bout a bitch you hate?" she asked and laid back on her bed. Her breasts were small, but surely precious. Secretly, and even if his brother doubted about it, she was a virgin. Nathan sighed at her attitude. He tried to ignore his sister’s body, no matter how nice it was. Better than his girlfriend’s, in fact. He moved to her bedside, sitting on the edge and putting a hand on Krista’s shoulder. “Sis, I don’t hate you. You simply aggravate me sometimes.” His fingers gently rubbed the soft skin of her shoulders, his eyes locked on her red eyes. “Stop talking like that. You aren’t a bitch-ass cunt. And I have no idea where you picked up such strings of words. It’s not even cool to say.” He chuckled at that. “Come on, tell me what’s wrong.” Krista could barely keep her eyes open as she was really high and drunk. "Like if...you don't hate me..." she said softly and laughed. "I. Know I am...an ugly whore... What's wrong? I'm gonna' tell your faggot ass what's wrong." At that point, she wasn't conscious of what she was saying, and she felt no shame to tell her secrets. "What's wrong is...that I love your stupid and gay ass...that's what happens. That I love you and I want you every day, but we can't, because you hate me....and because that filthy piece of bitch is with you..." She said all that with a drunk accent, trying to form the words. “You aren’t ugly.” It was the first thing that came from his lips before she continued talking. He pursed his lips about how she was talking. After all, she was drunk. But what she said was surprising to him, and stole the words from his lips. He took a long few minutes to formulate his thoughts. She was drunk, but that just made her words ring truer. He got up, leaving the room, only to come back with a bucket. He put it on the side of her bed, helping her roll onto her side. With how drunk she was, he knew it was only a matter of time until she threw up. His hand ran along her arm as he looked her over before standing up. “I want you to come to my room tomorrow, after you sober up and mom and dad go to work. Rest well.” He got up, walking out of her room, closing the door carefully and going to his own to sleep for the night. Krista could barely keep focus on him, and just tilted her head backwards as she saw him leave the room. When he came back with the bucket, she looked at him and was about to speak, but he told her to see him the next day when she was sober. Night passed by and when she woke up, the next day, the bucket was mid-way full of vomit as she had puked the whole. "Fuck...mother of...nubuck..." she told herself as her head hurt like no tomorrow. She stood up, and she could Mary keep herself standing due to her head ringing. She put on a shirt from one of his male friends and walked to her brother's door. "Hey...douche...wake up....the fuck happened yesterday?" Nathan, however, slept very well, and was up before she was. He was on his computer when she walked into his room. He took a moment to finish what he was doing before swiveling his chair to look at her. “What happened yesterday? You came home drunk and high after midnight. You were lucky you were quiet and didn’t wake mom or dad. I came in to check on you, put the bucket for you and moved you so you didn’t choke on your own vomit. And you told me something rather interesting.” He crossed his arms as his eyes went over her, covered better than last night. “You told me you loved me, that you wanted me but couldn’t have me.” Krista was skeptical the whole way through the explanation. Sure, she loved to drink and smoke, and she had been wasted like that so many times, but her eyes widened as he got to the final point. She had confessed that she liked him...that she loved him. For the first time in her life, she blushed. Her cheeks went full red. He had never seen her in that state and neither anyone. She looked down for a minute, then she looked up back again. "I'm...s-sorry..." Nathan shook his head as he heard her, but at least now she was being adorable instead of being a little cunt. She was nervous, maybe ashamed. But he saw an opportunity, at least, to mold her into something better than the bitch she was turning herself into. “Sorry for what? Sorry for getting drunk last night? Sorry for spilling the beans? Or sorry for not saying it sooner?” He leaned back in his chair, watching her. “You do know, you’re adorable when you aren’t spouting your usual nonsense. But maybe we can come to some sort of… accord.” Krista didn't want to argue at the moment. She was really calm, and her head hurt a lot, so she didn't want to get into an argument. But being in that sort of shy and innocent position was really awkward to her. "I...just...feel sorry...for not saying it sooner...and trying to get in the middle of you and your girlfriend." Now a few tears started to fall down her cheek as she was starting to regret treating him like shit. "I...accord? W-What do you mean?" she said shyly. Nathan crossed his arms over his chest once more as he watched her. She was rather cute when off balanced. But now it was time to push and see if she stood or toppled. “You’re doing a rather good job of it already, I must say. But that isn’t enough. I want you to stop that… weird swearing. Bitch-ass, cunt, all of it. I don’t want to hear anything like that out of your mouth, understand? If you keep that up, you can have me. But you lose that if you fall back onto that even once.” His legs uncrossed and spread somewhat, showing the tent of a hard cock from the ideas in his head. “If you agree, go ahead, go for it now.” Krista wasn't dumb, and she was hearing what he wanted her to do. "I...don't know... I'll try..." she said shyly, but the moment he spread his legs and let him see his hard cock through his pants, she gasped and ran out of the room. Maybe she was tough on the outside, but she was the kind of girl that was completely shy and submissive during sex, and to top if off, she was a virgin. She just hadn't told her brother. She laid on her bed with her shirt removed, her chest pressed to the mattress as she thought to herself. "I'm such an idiot... I could have had him...but I was so scared." Her beautiful butt was also exposed through her boxers. Nathan couldn’t help the chuckle that came to him as she made a rather loud sound before running from his room. He could hear her footsteps run to her own room. He couldn’t tell if doors closed or not, but he turned to his computer, uncaring about that. So she passed for the moment. That didn’t alleviate his own personal needs. So he turned some porn on, sliding his hand into his pants, slowly stroking himself. He wasn’t going to follow her. After all, she was being rather bashful. It was up to her what she wanted. Until then, he was just going to jerk off before making some breakfast. Krista was feeling all stupid for a reason, so she stood up and grabbed her box of cigarettes, then lit one and started smoking. She grabbed her electric guitar and plugged it to the amplifiers and the stereo and started to play the opening part of "Smoke on the Water", followed by "Seven Nation Army". She was going to look after sex. After all, if she hadn't been fucked up to that point, then it meant wasn't a true whore. As one of the notes went out wrong, she insulted in a way it came out of the room, the door was open. "God motherfuckin' dammit." Nathan didn’t realize just how much mood music could make or break a mood. That was, until he heard “Smoke on the Water” and “Seven Nation Army” being played by his sister. That immediately killed his boner. He frowned at that, but turned the porn off. Food was sounding better by the minute. He walked by her door just before she messed up and swore. He looked in as he passed, seeing her topless and with guitar. Furthermore, he checked her out at that moment before speaking as he went downstairs. “Crude, but I’ll allow it.” He went to the kitchen, pulling out bread, bacon, and eggs, and got to cooking breakfast. Then she switched for a different, "Wannabe' in L.A." Even though it wasn't a great song, nor it wasn't a great group either, she thought the song was actually kinda good. She started playing it with a skeptical face, smoking with such a skill as to release the smoke through her nose since she couldn't grab the cigarette. The ashes fell down to the floor as she kept playing. She was really talented. He had to admit that she was pretty good with the guitar. The only good thing with her lifestyle besides how she toned her body. He could feel himself get hard once more at the thought of her body. He cooked quickly but thoroughly, putting buttered toast, eggs, and bacon on two plates and putting them on the table, sitting down. “Krista, come eat breakfast! After last night you need it!.” Krista played the whole song before actually stopping to go get something to eat. She didn't trust her instincts or her brother's anymore, so she put on the shirt that made her look like a boy and walked downstairs. With that shirt, it made her look a bit flat, but beautiful nonetheless. Her chest was exposed, and so was her belly, but not her breasts. "Thanks," she muttered lowly and started to eat. Nathan had started eating without her, and was halfway done with his plate before she came down. So he was done before her, but he stayed seated, watching her, leaning back in his chair. He watched her eat for a minute before he finally spoke up. “So, have you thought over my offer?” He said, taking his glass of milk and drinking as he watched her reaction. “Do you want me enough to change your ways?” Krista shook her head. "You don't change a person if you love them...you just don't. You love them the way you are." With that, she stood up and put her dirty plate by the sink, then made her way upstairs where she started playing her guitar again. This time, she played "Purple Rain". She wasn't going to change. It was her nature. For two years, she had acted that way. Nathan frowned as he heard her words, was silent as she walked upstairs. He took his plate, putting it in the sink and washing everything before getting upstairs to her room. He was there by the time the song was done. “You’re right. And I do love you the way you are. But please, tone it down around me? Then you can have me, if you agree.” He was still tenting his pajama pants. Krista looked at him, another cigarette back in her mouth as she nodded, the strap of her guitar hung around her shoulders and showing her small yet perky and beautiful breasts; her shirt was on the floor. "That's the way...wait...you love me too?" she asked, her pale cheeks turning red. Nathan smiled at that, leaning against the door frame as he watched her, his hard length bobbing slightly in the loose pants. “Yeah, Krista, I do. As much as you can annoy me, I still love you. And that body of yours. Even if you mar it with tattoos, it’s damn fine.” He smirked as he watched her. “And I offered myself to you, and yet you sit away and nearly ignore me. How sorrowful I feel, with the need I have.” When she heard his words, she took off her guitar and took another puff from her cigarette, letting out a handful amount of smoke. Her body was perfect, covered in tattoos on her back, her right arm and her hips, then her legs. "It's just...listen.why I did that...is because...I'm a virgin..." she said with her cheeks absolutely red. Her blush made her look adorable. “I wouldn’t have guessed.” He said, truthfully. He moved to the bed, sitting on the edge. “Well, we can go slow, then. If you want that. But I must say, you look good in those boxers. But I think you would look better in panties. Or, maybe, just my boxers.” He shifted slightly, almost as if to accentuate his body to her. “Your pace, sis.” Krista nodded a bit shyly and proceeded to take off her boxers, letting him see her trimmed pussy and her beautiful and perfect round butt. "I... Please...be slow..." she said shyly and kissed his lips. "I like my boxers..." Nathan kissed her softly in return, pulling her onto him, straddling him, his clothing the only thing between them, although that didn’t stop his length being pressed firmly against her. “We go at your pace.” He said softly. Slowly, he peeled his clothes off, until he was bare in front of her, still holding her in his lap. “Take it yourself, how you want it. I’ll guide the rest of it.” Krista looked at him firmly, not even a smile escaped her lips as it hadn't escaped for months as long as she was conscious of it. She took his cock and put it inside her pussy, making her whimper in pain. She hugged him tightly, pressing her perfect body to his and laying her head on the crook of her neck. Furthermore, she kissed that spot as blood started to come down his cock. Nathan was very gentle, hands holding her hips so he was only buried halfway. She was tight as a virgin, and he could feel the blood drip down him slowly. An arm shifted to hold her, feeling her lips on his neck. His head shifted, kissing her shoulder before slowly moving, sliding out to the head before back in, just a little more than halfway. He continued like this, slow and a little deeper, until a few minutes later that he was buried to the hilt. “You feel amazing.” He moaned into her ear. Krista started to moan after a few minutes, and she started to jump a bit on his cock, her beautiful pussy gripping his cock as she was entranced with him. "I....love you... Nathan..." she whispered and laced their fingers together. "I'm close...I'm close." Nathan was more than happy to take her hands in his, feeling their fingers lace. Her moans pulled more moans from him, and he nipped her earlobe. “I love you too, Krista.” One pump felt spectacularly good. “I’m close too, Krista. Cum for me. Where do you want me to cum?” Krista kept moaning and panting until she couldn't take it anymore. She gripped his hand tightly, her fingers pressing tightly to each other as she climaxed. She tightened a lot and her juices flowed down his cock. "W-W-Wherever...you want..." she moaned and just rested on top of him. He rode through her orgasm, feeling her gripping around him, pulling him closer and closer. He heard her words, smiling at such allowance, but he didn’t know how her protection was. So he slid out of her, a few strokes of his hand shooting hot cum over her stomach. He was breathing heavy, but smiling. “You are amazing, Krista. I may just have to leave my gal for you. You’re so much better.” Krista was glad he was such a responsible sibling. She wasn't on birth control, but she wasn't on her period either. She kissed his lips after he said those words and laid on the bed. "Thanks..." she whispered and rubbed the cum on belly and took it to her mouth, where she swallowed all of it. Her pussy, her slit had blood around it so she stood up and looked at him. "I'm going to take a shower to clean myself," she said and walked to the bathroom. Nathan smiled at the kiss, returning it and watching her lay onto the bed. Her fingers played with his release, bringing it to her lips. Oh, that was hot. He watched as she got up, going to the bathroom, nodding. “Alright, I’ll take one after you. And smile for me. You look good with a smile.” He got up, heading to his room and sitting at his computer desk. He looks over stuff, waiting for his turn in the shower. "I'll try, you know..." she said with small smirk and closed the door of the bathroom. She got inside the shower and started washing herself. The ground of the shower was all of a sudden full of sweat and blood. She turned off the shower and put a towel around her blonde and red hair, then walked to her brother's room, completely naked with the towel only covering her hair. "Yer' turn," she said and walked to her room to dry up. Nathan looked up as he heard her, smirking as he saw her bare body before it disappeared from his room. He got up and stretched before heading to the bathroom. He drew a hot shower, washing the sweat, juices, and blood from his body before relaxing in the hot water. Furthermore, he washed himself the rest of the way before getting out, wrapping a towel around his hips and heading to his room, to his computer. For the first time, she wanted to spend some leisure time with her brother, so she put on a pair of boxers and a white t-shirt, then grabbed a beer from the fridge and a couple of cigarettes and made her way to his bedroom. "Hey..." she said shyly and sat across his lap, her butt pressed to his cock through the towel. She opened the beer and started to drink as she looked at the screen. "What are you doin' that it keeps ya' so busy?" she asked and took another sip from the beer, the tattoos on her legs more than evident. Her shirt was a bit moved, revealing her belly and hips. Nathan looked up as his sis came into the room, wearing her baggy underwear and shirt like usual. But he was surprised as she sat across his lap, feeling her rear rub against his hard length through the towel. “What am I doing?” He started, looking back at the computer. “Just playing some games.” It was one of the Batman Arkham games, about mid-way through, but he was now distracted by the sexy little thing on his lap. “Is there anything I can do for you, or are you just trying to get me turned on again?” "No, I just want to spend some time with my brother. As I have never spent time with you," she said and took another sip of beer from her bottle. She then lit her cigarette. "C'mon, just play as I watch you, I'm not here to cause any trouble." He couldn’t help the smile at her words. He pushed his chair forward to his computer desk, which pushed her closer to him. Furthermore, he unpaused the game, going through a few mobs of books with ease, although his hard on was rubbing a little uncomfortably against her rear and the towel. Krista laid her head against his chest the whole way, even as she smoked and sipped the beer. A rather plain-looking expression was on her face. Her little body was pressed against the boy who deflowered her, who turned out to be her brother. The person she loved the most and with whom she wanted to spend the rest of her life. But she knew that if her parents were to arrive any minute they would kill her... Nathan was silent as he played, his body shaking slightly from rather emphasized actions on his mouse and keyboard. He didn't think of much from the game, wanting to keep the game running smoothly and looking good while doing it. He knew their parents wouldn't be back until after night fell, although he doubted she knew that, since she was never home around this time, usually. Furthermore, he turned his head to look at Krista for a moment before back to the game. Furthermore, he was going to have to spray his room to get the smoke out, at least. Krista chuckled as he played. He was certainly showing off, and he obviously didn't want to look like a total loser in front of his sister. After finishing the cigarette and the bear, she put the small role of tobacco inside the bottle of beer and put in inside the bin next to the desk. Then, she planted a kiss on his cheek and stood up. "I love you....remember that..." she said and walked to her room to get her drawing book and a pencil, then she walked back to his room and laid on his bed. She laid on her chest and started drawing him and her together, kissing each other. She was an excellent artist, both composing songs, playing them and drawing. Nathan let himself be absorbed into the game. He heard her words but didn't respond, feigning concentration. She left too quickly, anyway. He stayed playing the game for a while after before throwing out his trash, spraying his room down to get the smoke out of it. After all, he wasn't going down for her habits. He came downstairs around lunchtime, making himself some soup quickly. Krista heard movement downstairs, and she finished her drawing quite quickly. She walked downstairs, still in her boxers and a tank-top and walked to her brother. "Look what I did," she said with her permanent serious face. It was a perfect drawing of them kissing under a tree and hearts around them. "What's for dinner?" He heard Krista come downstairs, chuckled as he heard the excitement in her voice if not on her face. He took a look of the drawing, nodding his head. "Pretty good." He took a few scoops of soup and took a seat, thinking of what would be for dinner. "I think I'll make burgers for dinner tonight." He looked up at her, smiling. "You are always so serious. Cheer up." Krista smiled but only inside her, she wasn't a person to smile. "Hmm...burgers... I think I may like that..." she said shyly and looked at him, the drawing still in her hands. "I... Leave me alone..." she whispered softly and kissed his lips. "Let's just be each other." Nathan smiled at the kiss, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. An arm wrapped around her hips, the other hand taking the drawing and putting it on the table. "Now, I'm not trying to change you." He whispered low. His free hand found her side before slowly sliding down, teasing at the lip of her boxers before sliding into them, finding her womanhood, lightly stroking her lips. "I just really like when I see you smile. I like seeing you happy." Krista blushed as he pulled her on top of him and put a hand inside her underwear, then moaned softly as he brushed her womanhood with his fingers. "Ah... Nathan..." she whispered softly. She enjoyed the kiss, and thus she kissed him again. "Would you be my boyfriend? You have to dump that other slut first..." Her whispered words made him smile in the kiss, pulling her to be straddling him before his fingers continued their slow tease, spreading her lip, starting to stroke her clit. He heard her question, giving himself a moment to answer her. "That's a strong word, Krista. We can't be Boyfriend and Girlfriend, you know this. But I can be yours. And you can be sure I'll dump that bitch for you." Krista kept moaning as he teased her pussy. "Ah... I.... Want...to be yours...forever...please...." she whispered and kissed his cheek. She surely hated his girlfriend, she despised her. Not only that, but Nathan's girlfriend always made fun of Krista, which secretly made her eyes watery once in a while. "Thanks... I really want to feel you inside me." "Oh, but that was the plan." He chuckled softly as his fingers continued their slow tease of her womanhood. At least now he could get her to be honest to him. "Oh? You want to feel me again? Then get moving, take these clothes off and slide it in yourself." Krista nodded. She took out her clothes and let him see her perfect and radiant, tattoo-covered body. She straddled him and slid his cock inside her with a loud moan. "AHH... God..." she moaned, his cock stretching her walls as she was loving to get fucked by her brother. She was so compliant to him, stripping bare instead of dropping her boxers. He pushed his pants down to the thigh so she could slide him into her, letting out a soft moan as he felt her tight grip around him. "Mmm, Krista, you feel so much better than that bitch." He muttered into her ear, taking a moment to do one deep, hard thrust into her before sitting still, letting her work. Krista placed a kiss on his lips as she bounced up and down, blushing a bit by his comment. "Thanks... Nathan...." she whispered into his ear and kissed his neck. With each of his bounces his cock reached the entrance of her womb and she screamed in pleasure. "FUCK!! SHIT!!!!" she screamed. Nathan let out a low sound of displeasure at her words, although that didn't stop what he was doing. He moved with her, hips thrusting up into her, filling her completely with each movement. Soft moans left him, fingers biting into her hips. She was damn good, he didn't know why he didn't do this before. "Oh....crap... Nathan... I'm.really....CLOSE!" she moaned softly and bit his neck in a soft way as her orgasm hit her, her fingers digging on his back as her walls clenched completely, filling her with pleasure. Her hips moved under his smooth hands as they held her, still wanting more. Nathan moaned out as he felt her bite him, her orgasm rippling as she pulsed around his cock. His hips continued to thrust into her, riding her through the pleasure until he felt her relax. Strong arms held her, letting her get her breath back for a moment before he continued, thrusting into her like nothing had happened. Krista just laid her head on his shoulder as she let him fuck her still sensitive hole, he was completely ignoring the fact she had just come from his rod inside her, and still he hadn't come yet. She grinned and bounced back on him, his member was filling her completely. "God...fuck...baby...this feels perfect..." She was more than eager to move with him to please him, and that made him smile. "Good, it's supposed to." He retorted, as his hips matched her movements. A hand left her hips, fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in time with her movements as a prize to her. "Ride me. And if you cum again before I do, get on your knees and suck me off." Krista gasped as his hand started to rub her still sensitive clit, making her press her small breasts against his chest as she felt her orgasm building up once again. "Ahhhh....if...you...want...you can cum...in me..." she whispered. She didn't care if she got pregnant at the moment, she only wanted to satisfy him and feel everything. She was of course not aware of the consequences if he came inside her. He heard her whisper, although he ignored it as he thrust into her, feeling her grip and pulse before falling into her orgasm once more. But he still hadn't been satisfied. His hands found her hips, lifting her up and off his length. "On your knees, Krista." He said. "Time for you to suck me off." Krista's beautiful, tattooed body kneeled in front of her brother, her precious face looking at him with her deep blue eyes. His cock entered her mouth and her cheeks sunk inside as she sucked his delicious and tasty member. "D-Do you like this?" she asked, one of her hands holding his cock as the other laid on his thigh. Nathan let out a soft groan as he felt Krista's mouth take him in, his head falling back a slowly bobbed her head on him. Her hand on him as she asked was welcomed with a small thrust up from his hips. "Yes, Krystal, it feels great. But don't stop now, you want me to cum, no?" Krista didn't answer though, he didn't want her to use her mouth that way. She hadn't sucked anyone yet, and her brother taking her virginity wasn't something expected. She wanted him to cum inside her, but she didn't want to control him like that, so she kept sucking. Nathan had been close after her second or third orgasm, so it didn't take much of her giving him head before he came, hot seed shooting into her mouth. A hand found her hair, gripping lightly for a moment before letting her go. "That was amazing, Krista." He said softly. Krista didn't answer as he swallowed his disgusting white goo. It tasted salty and bitter, and extremely awful. But well, she wasn't going to hurt his feelings. She just stood up and put her panties back again, the only thing she was wearing and looked at her. "I'm going to take a shower." she said shyly, her pale cheeks blushing as she walked upstairs, her precious tattoos showing off along with her slim and perfect figure. Nathan saw that she didn't like the taste, could see it on her face, but kept quiet. He would change that next time, he reminded himself. He watched as she slid those little panties on, a change from her normal boxers, and welcome at that. Furthermore, he nodded but stayed silent as he watched her head upstairs, cleaning the kitchen up before heading back up into his room, cleaning up before simply laying on his bed, eyes closed and headphones on. Krista entered the bathroom and threw her only pair of panties in the basket, so her mother could wash it later. She stepped in the shower and let the water run down her body as she relaxed and cleaned herself, soaping her entire body from all the juices they had shared and the sweat that had stuck on her. Also, she made sure the paint at the ends of her hair washed away, so she could dye it once again. After that, she stepped out of the shower and dried with a towel her beautiful body. On her back there was a huge tattoo of a skull with blood around it, on her right arm there was a sun hugging a small moon, both with blood on their eyes. Secretly, she had done this meaning she was in love with her brother. On her left leg, she had a stabbed snake all around her thigh and down to her calf, and on her right leg she had a dagger with blood dripping. Apart from that, she had several piercings, one in her belly button that was possibly the only one her brother liked. She had one in her nose, spider bites on her lips and another piercing on her ear. Yes, she only hid the tattoos from her parents, not the piercings; although they still didn't know she drank and smoked a lot. Krista then started to dry her hair. Without the flaming ends, it was a precious and really beautiful yellow, almost white. Afterward, she grabbed the dyer from one of the drawers on the cupboard next to the sink and started to apply the orange paint on her hair again, making it look like it burned in a really cool way. She walked to her bedroom wearing nothing, not even a towel covering her and dressed like she casually did; mostly because her parents were about to arrive. She put a plain black "Green Day" T-shirt, a red tie, boxers, jeans and shoes. Also, she put some black bracelets with metal parts and painted her nails black. With a soft sigh, she walked downstairs and to the living room, where she turned on the TV and waited for her parents to arrive...or for something exciting to happen.

It's some kind of love...tomboyish love (Ahri & Raziel)|rating:3.0